Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Dark Region, Dragon Shadow City.

It is always dark here, and we never know what daytime is.

The city once ruled by the Shadow Dragon hangs over a huge abyss, and the cold wind passing through the abyss is always screaming.

The city is full of charred traces, and thick ashes are everywhere. These broken walls and ruins quietly record the past of the Red Dragon's cruel burning of the city and the buried history.

"Hu——"

The cold wind blows through the cracks in the city, making a piercing scream, as if those residual souls are wailing.

However, on this ruin, a brand new city was built. The architectural style is simple and majestic, full of power-obviously the style of the Empire.

In this new city on the ruins, common half-dragons, humans, and earth elves soldiers come and go, but the most are unconscious low-level undead skeletons.

Even some small vendors appear in the city, selling lanterns, canes, leather boots and other items commonly used in the Dark Region.

"Hiss hiss hiss"

A numbing sound.

Outside the city, huge skeletons of green-footed dragon snakes crawled on the ground, like a moat, tearing all invaders into pieces.

On the newly built city wall, Hart stood quietly, overlooking the bottomless howling abyss.

"I also had a beating heart, and I was able to taste delicious food and fine wine."

The corpse demon sighed.

He had all the memories, obsessions and even hatred of Hart in his lifetime, but he had lost his living body and his original feelings.

The corpse demon relied on his obsession and hatred in his lifetime to awaken the fragmented soul and support the existence of the decayed body.

Hart's lips trembled, and the two dark eyeballs flickered in the dark.

"But... this is not bad, immortal, killing one enemy after another, and conquering the vast dark area for the master."

He is a brand new existence.

Different from the original Hart, and different from an ordinary corpse demon.

Hart stiffly opened his pale mouth and tried to smile, but this expression looked particularly strange to Pangren.

"Old General Hart."

A familiar voice came.

"What's the matter?"

Hart turned around and said calmly.

——That was his colleague, a living person, more precisely a half-dragon, and also a member of His Majesty's family.

His name was Zaiko Granger, and he was also a veteran member who defected to the Empire during the Burning Embers Nest. Now he is an Imperial Earl, on the same level as Hart.

But what's interesting is that he was also one of the original group of slave traders and was once Hart's subordinate.

Due to his identity as an undead creature, Hart did not become the governor of the Empire in the Underdark. The cabinet ministers wanted a profitable Underdark rather than a dead zone of the undead.

If it was Hart who was alive, he would be furious, but "Hart", whose heart had long been cold, did not care about these.

The rear is like this, he only needs to lead the undead army to devote himself to the battlefield, obey orders, and fight bravely, but the rear personnel consider things.

Zaiko flipped through the documents and whispered: "Ms. Ingrid is about to return to the surface. She has helped us dispel the shadow curse of Dragon Shadow City."

"According to the plan given by the Strategic Department, we will build near the Howling Abyss"

Ingrid.

Hart, or the corpse demon remembers this name.

He has seen that woman, full of holy light that makes him sick, and the hostile eyes of the other party also make him feel quite uncomfortable.

If Ingrid is not a special envoy sent by the empire, he would be happy to chop off the head of the female priest and hang it on the top of the city wall.

Thinking of this, Hart interrupted directly.

"You know, Zaiko, I don't care and don't need you to tell me these, and I don't want to know the whereabouts of that damn priest."

"I just need you to tell me one thing - where His Majesty wants me to conquer and where I can kill living things at will."

The dark eyes of the corpse demon flickered in the darkness, making Zaiko, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, feel a little chilly.

"Ha"

His lips moved slightly, but he still didn't say anything.

Hart was of course cruel and selfish, but for the group of slave traders who were also born in humble origins - Hart played the role of "family" in their minds.

The corpse demon sneered at himself, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Hart has been dead for a long time, at least the Hart you know is like that."

"Now, what appears in front of you is just an undead monster that craves to kill living things and lives for your majesty."

"."

Zaiko was silent for a long time, then he took out a document and slowly spread it out:

"There is a city called "Black Wing" near Dragon Shadow City, which is ruled by the descendants of Mortifer, the shadow dragon-born drow elves - the Jezred family."

Motifer, of course he has heard of this name.

It is the legendary "Emperor's Enemy", which has a vast influence in the Underdark and was torn apart by His Majesty Cassius in 1785 of the New Calendar.

"After the fall of Dragon Shadow City, the Jezred family, which was once under the control of Shadow Dragon, began to expand rapidly, taking over the power and trade relations of the original Shadow Dragon. Their scouts even appeared around Dragon Shadow City."

"This is undoubtedly a provocation to the empire and an insult to His Majesty Cassius."

Zaiko closed the document and said solemnly.

It was a declaration of war - even though he knew the scout had been captured from hundreds of miles away.

The Burning Ember Empire just wanted to find an excuse to show its existence to the Underdark Region and eradicate the descendants of Mortyfer to prevent future troubles.

"General Hart, you should know what to do," Zajko said.

The corpse demon just turned its head, stared at the other party with its dark eyes, and asked casually: "Can you massacre the city?"

Zaiko did not answer directly, but said in an introductory manner: "'Dark Wings' is the base camp of the Shadow Dragonborn Drow, and 60% of the population are Shadow Dragonborn Drow."

He took out a brand new letter stamped "Top Secret Document" from his pocket and handed it to the zombie demon.

Hart opened the envelope and saw the text inside at a glance.

【Charter Order】

[It is hereby approved to carry out a thorough elimination operation against the Shadow Dragonborn drow, and it must be done cleanly. ——Chief Minister, Trump]

"Good, I understand."

Hart's bloodless lips were slightly raised, and his dark eyes were slightly bent, showing a strange arc.

He took out the skeletal scepter from his waist, went to the top of the city wall, and raised it high.

In an instant, hundreds of green-footed dragon snake skeletons and thousands of undead skeletons wandering outside the city gathered together, forming a forest-white torrent.

Those old bones rubbed against each other, making a crisp "click, click, click" sound, which was eerie.

Hart jumped off the city wall, jumped into the sea of ​​bones, sat on the head of the largest blue-footed dragon snake skeleton, and waved the bone scepter.

"Long"

Hundreds of skeletal green-footed dragon snakes emerged at the same time, crawling and wandering on the ground.

The ground in the Underdark was trembling, and the dark sky seemed to be wailing, and the white torrent was particularly conspicuous on the black ground.

"Come, undead army"

"Kill all the living creatures that dare to stand in the way of the empire's expansion."

The corpse demon said so. (End of chapter)