Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

On the top of the obsidian mountain, Zaman Rul looked at the sky distorted by hot air and smoke.

His eyes narrowed slightly, easily penetrating the barrier of the mirage and seeing the real scene tens of thousands of meters away.

"A very powerful red dragon."

He couldn't help but tighten the Holy Flame Spear in his hand, and said in a heavy but sonorous tone.

"An evil creature, he has the breath of the fire giant, it seems to be a new enemy."

The Holy Flame Prince was not puzzled by the arrival of the red dragon.

Imix is ​​the Lord of the Evil Fire Element. His followers include fire giants, red dragons and spellcasters who are interested in all fire magic.

In Zaman Rul's view, this red dragon is a believer who obeyed Imister's call, and it is estimated that he has received a lot of gold coins from the fire giant slave owner. It is a powerful enemy that needs extra attention in this burning war.

But no matter how powerful the enemy is, Zaman Rul will not be afraid - let alone just a stronger red dragon.

He had been planning for this revenge for too long. For thousands of years, he had been thinking about killing Imister and his evil followers and stabbing the Holy Flame Spear into their chests.

Now, the Great Sultan of the Fire Giants was seriously injured, and victory seemed to be at hand.

But the ancient golden dragon Garoslavy Shiojin standing beside him hesitated for a moment, and then reminded: "Your Highness Zaman, this red dragon is very likely not our enemy."

"Oh? Why?"

Zaman turned his head, looking a little puzzled.

"I don't know if you have heard of the rumors about the 'Soul Devouring Dragon' recently. The red dragon in the sky should be the one who killed Ismail Pasha."

Hearing this news, the irritable Prince of Holy Flame was suddenly happy. He asked anxiously:

"Haha, so he is here to help us? Is he also a righteous man who supports justice and kindness and is dissatisfied with the tyranny of the Fire Giants?"

"It's hard to say that."

The ancient golden dragon frowned slightly and smiled bitterly.

"As far as I know, this red dragon once fought with my old friend Osedro and defeated him, but at the same time, he also rejected Tiamat's invitation."

"According to the view within the tribe, it is difficult for us to judge this red dragon as a single camp of "justice" or "evil". We can only try our best to win him over."

"But there are rumors that he has signed a secret treaty with the great sultan of the fire giants, and we don't know the content yet."

"Is that so?"

The joy on Zaman.Rul's face flashed away, and he became serious again.

He raised the Holy Flame Spear with one hand and pointed the tip of the spear at the City of Brass, with a firm and powerful tone.

"No matter what kind of evil enemy stands in front of me, I will kill him - no one can stop the burning of the Holy Flame, and no one can stop the Fire Elemental Plane from returning to the embrace of order and kindness!"

"Your Highness Zaman, I have seen the scene of the City of Brass being breached! Your ideal is about to become a reality!"

The ancient golden dragon nodded slightly and said excitedly.

Zaman Rul raised his spear high and shouted to the slaves he had liberated in the language of the Fire Tribe, which was composed of the hissing and clicking sounds of burning flames.

"Holy Flame! My loyal people, for the justice and order of the entire Fire Elemental Plane, for the freedom and liberation of the vast number of elemental creatures, occupy the Brass City! Overthrow the tyranny of the Fire Giant Sultan!"

"Prince of Holy Flame!"

"Overthrow the tyranny of the Fire Giants!"

The cheers surged like a tide, and the liberated slaves surrounded the Lord of Fire Elements and marched towards the Brass City.

The fire giants, demons, and elemental nobles in the Brass City were also ready.

The war was about to begin.

High in the sky, Cassius had received the teleportation location sent by Rump and was about to be teleported back to the material plane.

"We have to leave here quickly."

"The Holy Flame Prince should not have much hostility towards me, and the other power from the Brass City is somewhat familiar."

The corners of Cassius' mouth curled up, and a subtle smile appeared on the dragon's face.

He nodded politely in the direction of the Brass City and said calmly: "Good day, His Majesty the Great Sultan, we meet again."

"Cassius——"

"Leave here!"

"How dare you come to the Brass City! Do you want to violate our contract? Don't blame me for not reminding you! You will be punished by the rules of the plane!"

"Get out of the Heart of Flame!!"

The exasperated voice came from a distance, like thunder, echoing on this obsidian continent.

No wonder he was so anxious. The Holy Flame Prince was about to attack the city, and the sudden joining of such a red dragon would definitely have a significant impact on the battle situation.

Cassius flapped his wings and felt the spatial fluctuations around him.

"I have always abided by contracts and love peace. I have never thought of interfering in your war with the Prince of Holy Flame. This time I just came to see the legendary Brass City and, by the way, say goodbye to you."

"Since you don't welcome me so much, I will say goodbye to you."

The red dragon grinned and nodded politely.

The next moment, the power to break the space emerged, and a door to another world slowly opened in front of him, connecting to the etheric pipeline and leading to the Anzeta Wasteland in the material plane.

"Then. Goodbye, His Majesty the Great Sultan."

Casius entered the portal, and the space gradually recovered. Even the door to another world disappeared without leaving any trace.

"Damn, greedy dragon!"

The angry shout of the Great Sultan echoed in the City of Brass, and even reached the battlefield outside the city.

"Haha, I like this dragon a little bit. It can make the Sultan of the Fire Giant so angry."

Zaman.Rul laughed proudly.

Suddenly, he found a strange flame flying in front of him, which made him, who had a strong control over the elements, feel a little curious.

"What is this?"

"Shua——"

The flame spread out like an envelope, forming a row of small words in the common language in the air.

"Your Excellency Prince of Holy Flame:

Hello! If you need to purchase arms from the Empire, communicate and cooperate, please go to the Brass Fortress. - Cassius"

"Interesting guy."

Zaman.Rul narrowed his eyes slightly, and the flame text was absorbed by him casually.

At the same time, in the Brass Fortress.

A half-dragon in a standard fireproof suit was talking incessantly in the palace of the Fire Dwarf. He was the "special envoy" sent by the Burning Empire.

There is also a nickname "Turbocharged Engine Warrior" on his head - it is obvious that this is a player of the Mechanicus.

"Sir Sharin, do you know why the Brass Fortress has so few people? I think it is mainly because there is something wrong with the reproduction method of you Fire Dwarves."

Sharin's mouth twitched slightly: "Special Envoy, this is the God of the Dwarves"

The player waved his hand: "Don't tell me that this is a historical inheritance. If we don't break the inertia of history, where will the development and innovation come from? Where will the progress come from?"

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Sharin was a little speechless.

But the player was still talking to himself: "Your forging efficiency is too low! It takes several years to make a new fire dwarf."

"In my opinion, you should set up an assembly line for die-casting, and the Imperial Science and Technology Department can provide you with technical support."

"If the equipment conditions are not enough, then you can directly cast it by lost wax method. You can make a legion of cloned fire dwarves at a time. Why can't the fire dwarfs be revived?"

"Alas! They have obviously abandoned their flesh and blood bodies and carried out preliminary mechanical ascension. What a good condition! You ruined it!"

[Turbocharged Engine Warrior] simply hated the brass for not being able to make steel, and persuaded the fire dwarf nobles earnestly.

Sharin scratched his head: "But, according to our experience, the body must be made by the fire dwarves themselves."

The player pointed to his head: "You old antiques who have lived for thousands of years have too rigid thinking. There are many loopholes in this clause."

"Does pressing the die-casting switch count as making it yourself? Does pouring it by yourself count as making it yourself?"

Shalin whispered: "But, this may not count"

The player smiled and said: "If these don't count, can you use the medium of 'hammer' to hammer and forge it count as 'personally'?"

"Trust me, give me three months, with my ten years of experience in mechanical automation, I will definitely help you design a fully automatic reproductive machine!"

"And you have already opened it here. Many bigwigs of our Mechanicus are very interested in the way of life of your fire dwarves. They will definitely help you solve these defects!"

[Turbocharged Engine Warrior] said excitedly.

Shalin swallowed his saliva, and under the gaze of the Imperial Guards, he slowly nodded in agreement.

The door to a new world is about to open in front of the fire dwarves.

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