Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Let us invite His Majesty Cassius, the only ruler of the Anzeta Wasteland and the Burning Emperor, to present the award to the champion!"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on the high platform again. The 100,000 people in the arena looked up at the existence on the throne, and they held their breath.

The man was wearing a red robe and a luxurious crown on his head. His light golden eyes were even deeper, revealing a temperament of controlling everything.

Compared with the huge and unmatched red dragon body, this young nobleman was more likable, and people's respect for him was greater than fear.

Like a god.

This word appeared in the minds of more than 100,000 people in the venue at the same time, and it left a deep impression on them.

"His Majesty Cassius!"

"Long live the emperor!"

"Cassius! A man among men, a male among males."

People's eyes became fanatical, and they shouted and cheered with all their might.

However, the lines of the players are always so "unique" despite the same shouting. Fortunately, the imperial citizens in the audience and Cassius on the throne have already gotten used to it.

Amidst the roar, Cassius smiled slightly, stood up from the throne, first looked around the venue, swept his eyes over the many imperial citizens with eager eyes, and then looked at the winner in the center of the venue.

Iron Frenzy, you stood out from 100,000 contestants and proved to me that you are brave and good at fighting.

The Burning Empire will not treat any capable and ambitious citizen unfairly, and you are qualified to be valued by the Empire. "

His voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly, and every word was particularly clear.

People held their breath and watched this scene enthusiastically, wishing that it was themselves who received such an honor.

"Congratulations, Dragon Flame Champion. ”

Casius said.

Iron Frenzy immediately understood, and he half-knelt down and said: "Thank you for your grace, your kindness, my life"

"My achievements are not worth mentioning, but you are the eternal leader of our country and people

Speaking of this, he even took out a small note from his pocket, took a look, and then continued:

"For the warriors and students of His Majesty Cassius - the people of the Empire, it is the moral obligation and duty to always wholeheartedly support his immortal cause and always fight for the Empire

Iron Frenzy's tone was particularly sincere, even a little corny, and he wanted to make a tens of thousands of words of acceptance speech.

You know, this is a rare opportunity to brush up the "favorability" of the camp leader, and others want it but don't have it yet.

And the players, tieflings, hobgoblins, and ordinary humans in the audience are also accustomed to this, and even support it.

After all, loyalty is the highest standard of "political correctness" in the Empire, and you have to try it.

"Pa pa pa pa pa! "

Warm applause rang out, echoing in the spacious venue for a long time.

On the podium, Trump also stroked his chin, nodded repeatedly with satisfaction, and thought that this Starfaller was really good and worth training.

Even he didn't prepare a speech in advance, but he didn't expect that the Iron Frenzy would pay attention to such details.

On the throne, Cassius' smile froze on his face, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Good guy"

"These players are getting more and more proficient in their lines. "

Although he does need to collect faith, this scene is a bit weird. Fortunately, he has been on the battlefield for a long time.

No matter what, he must maintain his dignity!

After hesitating for a moment, Cassius still raised the favorability of [Iron Frenzy] by 15 on the panel, and maintained his expression.

[Use the authority of the faction leader.]

[You will grant the player [Iron Frenzy] a special faction title: [Dragon Flame Champion]]

Casius raised his arm and pointed at Iron Frenzy from a distance of hundreds of meters.

"Iron Frenzy, you will receive the gift that belongs only to the champion. "

A golden flame flew out from his fingertips, streaked across the sky, and finally merged into the body of Iron Frenzy.

Suddenly, the rapidly flowing golden flames covered his entire body, gradually condensing into gorgeous armor, and then--

"Boom--"

There was a sound of air bursting, and two flaming wings suddenly spread out behind him and waved slowly.

And the golden title text appeared in front of the nickname above Iron Frenzy's head: [Dragon Flame Champion]

"I'm invincible!"

Iron Frenzy looked down at his hands covered by golden red armor, and then turned his head to look at the wings behind him, his face full of pride.

Increased combat power is only secondary, the most important thing is-this costume is really cool!

Thinking of this, Iron Frenzy raised the chainsaw sword in his hand, flapped the flaming wings, and posed in a cool pose to the audience.

"Fuck?"

"So handsome?"

"The official gave a rare equipment and it was so rude, this time it was directly given such a good thing!"

"I'm really jealous! Who's going to go with me and tie up Brother Frenzy?"

"I can't beat him anyway."

The players in the audience were immediately envious, and the king of the Royal Guild was even more angry.

This was the grand scene he had always dreamed of!

On the throne, Cassius thought to himself that this was just something he had spent half an hour and the energy of one breath to make.

If he wanted, this kind of fashion could even be mass-produced, which was another good way to make money.

And the granting of special titles was a unique privilege of the camp leader, which only required a certain number of places and was almost zero cost.

"Master, it's almost time."

Rump, who was standing by, leaned over and reminded quietly.

"I know, have you made arrangements?"

"Of course, Master, we started preparing a few months ago after we learned your intelligence.

The candidates we specially trained will take over the position of the Starfallers to ensure that their disappearance will not have too much impact on society.

But"

Rump paused.

"The current empire has a total of only more than 7 million people, plus the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and the working-age population is less than 5 million.

The Starfallers will account for 400,000 of them, and they will never get tired. They are extremely high-quality labor. One person can replace three, which is very important for the development of the empire.

So. After the Starfallers leave, the empire is likely to slow down, the economy will be sluggish, and there will even be a crisis of labor shortage."

"Try your best to adjust. In a year, let those factory owners not rush to expand production."

"Yes, Master."

Casius looked at the panel and saw that it showed that there were five minutes left before the second server shutdown.

In other words, the 1.0 version of Erezega, [Northern Storm], is about to end.

And the players seemed to realize this and started discussing it.

"What the hell? Look at the system, it seems that the server is about to shut down!"

"Yes, there are less than five minutes left."

"I was so engrossed in watching the game that I didn't notice that the [Northern Storm] version will end in five minutes!"

"What will the next version be like?"

"When you say that time, how much time will have passed in the game? Won't all my property be gone when I come back?"

"I don't know. No matter how the times change, I am a loyal servant of His Majesty Cassius!"

Singo lowered his head, his face decadent and his spirits low: "Next time I will definitely not lose to the Iron Frenzy."

Cassius watched the numbers on the panel constantly jumping, and whispered: "There is really not much time left"

Under the attention of the crowd, Cassius flew into the air, turned into a red dragon in the sky, and his huge figure appeared above the venue.

"That is..."

"It is the real body of His Majesty Cassius!"

The red dragon, which was over 40 meters long, spread its wide wings, almost blocking the sun, and cast a huge shadow, covering thousands of people.

In the sun, the red scales were shiny, which was a bit dazzling.

Even though they knew that it was the leader of their own camp, the dragon's power that was inadvertently emitted still made everyone breathless - it was the fear of a powerful existence from the depths of their souls.

Cassius looked down at the players with his golden vertical pupils, slowly flapped his wings, and his voice was like a bell.

"When you return, chaos and disaster will come to the earth again. Be prepared to face it all. As long as you fight for the empire, the door of Anzeta will always be open to you."

So. Starfallers, see you next time."

He blinked.

The players in the audience immediately exploded, and noisy discussions filled the venue.

"What the hell? The boss knew that we were going to shut down the server? ”

“You know how smart the NPCs in Erezega are. I’ve been outsmarted by them before. They must have realized that we disappeared for so long last time.”

“Is this a preview of the main storyline?”

“The server hasn’t been shut down yet, and I’m already looking forward to the next server opening.”

“Please update the game quickly. If I don’t play Erezega for a day, I feel like there are ants crawling in my heart.”

“The countdown has started!”

Someone exclaimed.

The countdown on the panel was moving forward second by second.

“10, 9, 8”

“3, 2, 1”

“0. "

The number returns to zero.

Without any sign, at this moment, the hustle and bustle in the venue stopped abruptly.

Whether it was the triumphant steel maniac, the dejected Singo, the Mantou who was shooting materials, or the tens of thousands of ordinary players who were discussing enthusiastically.

They all turned into tiny particles of light at that particular moment, and then disappeared without leaving any trace.

The originally crowded auditorium is now empty, and there are large areas of empty seats in the venue that can accommodate more than 100,000 people.

On the outskirts of Istalia, the player who was directing the workers to carry out construction disappeared, leaving only a piece of design drawings.

"Where did the foreman go?"

In the Mechanicus Research Institute, the mechanical monk who was conducting experiments in front of a large instrument disappeared, and the native assistant next to him continued to record the data, as if he had expected this.

"The consistency of this experiment is very high, but it's a pity that the instructor has left temporarily. "

In the Empire Propaganda Building, there were no players writing furiously in front of the pile of manuscripts.

Several bards came forward with a sad face, picked up the unfinished manuscripts on the ground, and sighed.

"They left seven months of work, seven months!"

In the northern ruins, the claw monster felt that the food that had just been swallowed and had not been digested with acid suddenly disappeared, and scratched his head with his slender and sharp claws in confusion.

"Ah?"

Casius flapped his wings, looked down at the somewhat empty audience seats, and then took off.

"It's finally over"

In his memory, at this time in his previous life, the players had just helped the northern countries to repel the demons, and celebrated with battlefield heroes such as Count Jacob and Duke Leo all night long.

And many people in the north still live under the corrupt rule of the northern nobles, enduring cold and hunger, and suffering the same suffering as their ancestors for thousands of years.

Now, the trajectory of the world has completely changed. The northern countries have been completely destroyed, and the new empire has risen by gnawing at its remains. Even the demons were eradicated in advance by Cassius and had to retreat temporarily.

But the Anzeta Wasteland is a remote area after all, and its impact on the situation on the continent is extremely limited.

Selling arms, actually controlling the Casper area, and balancing the power of the three countries are already the limits of what the empire can do.

When the Three Emperors' Battle reaches a stalemate, that will be the best time for the Burning Empire to step onto the stage of Fianso with a new attitude.

"Soon, soon."

The red dragon flapped its wings, set off a strong hurricane, and continued to climb upwards. He didn't seem to be in a hurry.

The people of Istalia City looked up at the dragon flying higher and higher, folded their hands in prayer, and even bowed down to it.

That was the founder of the empire, their emperor, their god.

Cassius flew higher and higher, and had already reached the clouds.

The red dragon flapped its wings, and the strong hurricane easily blew away the thick clouds, making the clouds roll and fly, and also letting the earth show its full appearance.

Istalia became a narrow little place in his vision. He could see the storm slopes covered with ice and snow in the north, the large farmland of Matla, the plain of Okagra in the south, and even the distant Anstica Mountains.

Cassius hadn't looked down on the earth so carefully for a long time.

When he looked down at the land for the first time, he was still a young dragon who was exhausted and worried about his future.

Now, more than a decade has passed, and he has become the only owner of the Anzeta wilderness who has established his own empire and has become the famous "Red Emperor" on the continent.

Cassius stared at the land for a long time, then stretched out his huge claws, as if he wanted to hold it in his palm.

"Destiny is not a fixed, unchangeable destined trajectory."

"It can also be influenced by me, even controlled."

Cassius said to himself.

For some reason, he hated fatalism and enjoyed the feeling of changing everything.

Three days later, on the outskirts of North Wind Castle.

"Roar--"

The red dragon hovered over the Iron Dragon Wing Palace, flapped its wings, and let out a long roar, and the power of the empire spread.

The ground kept shaking, making a rumbling sound, and the mountain suddenly rose, becoming larger and more majestic.

The cave in the mountain also became more spacious, with high-temperature lava flowing inside and bursts of steam, which was more suitable for dragons to live in.

Then, the red dragon entered the cave, curled up under the magma, and slowly closed his eyes-he was about to start his third sleep.

This time, Cassius had stronger control, and the terrifying energy was hidden in his mountain-like dragon body, flowing and operating continuously with the rise and fall of his breathing.

"It is your honor to serve His Majesty!"

"How many times has your spell model gone wrong? If there is a problem next time, don't come!"

Outside the cave, Rump was leading hundreds of mages to arrange protective spells, cursing from time to time.

However, now Cassius can completely control the surrounding environment and has authority close to that of a god. These forms of protection are more than practical significance.

Rump looked at the sealed cave entrance, and for some reason, the scene of his first encounter with the red dragon more than a decade ago emerged in his mind.

At that time, he was just an ogre with a brain full of food. Compared with other ogres, Rump seemed to be no different except that he was smarter.

But the appearance of the red dragon gave his life a new meaning, letting him know that the world was so vast, and that the wasteland was not everything in the world.

Thinking of this, Trump clenched the staff in his hand, bowed in that direction, and whispered: "Master."

"I promise you that when you wake up, you will see a more powerful empire."