Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

The Burning Empire, Anstika region, the top of Dragon Blood Mountain.

The sulfur-smelling smoke still permeated the air, and the scorching heat made the air a little distorted, with flickering sparks and ashes flying in the air.

On the cliff that looked like a ferocious dragon head, a majestic palace carved from solidified lava rose from the ground.

And here is the current residence of the supreme emperor of the Burning Empire and the common master of the Dragon Blood nobles - Cassius Klauberu Nolicius.

If there are divine creatures and high-level spellcasters here, they will be surprised to find that the pure faith of millions of people is gathered and entangled here like silk threads, like the roots of the world tree.

Such a strong power of faith is not inferior to those real gods.

In the word of mouth of the imperial people, the status of the Burning Emperor has long surpassed the simple "ruler" and has become a god-like existence in the world.

The Dragon Blood Mountain, the highest peak of Anzeta, which was built by the Emperor Burning Embers, was also named "Holy Mountain" by the people of the Empire.

Every morning, there would always be devout people kneeling three times in the direction of Dragon Blood Mountain, chanting "Ode to Cassius" in their mouths to show their loyalty to His Majesty.

Even those crazy Starfallers often kowtow in the direction of Dragon Blood Mountain, and some choose to pay tribute to the Dragon Oath Temple, and some even kowtow until their heads are broken and bleeding.

However, they often chanted in their mouths "Your Majesty, bless me to ship" and "Breathe the dragon's breath" and other incomprehensible words.

Fortunately, the people of the Empire have long been accustomed to it and have figured out the temperament of these Starfallers. No matter what they do, the people will not feel strange.

Even if the Starfallers stripped naked and ran naked on the spot, people would only look up and take a look, and then go about their own business-soon the security team will take them away.

Inside the palace, a huge red dragon with a body length of more than 40 meters pressed its wings against the sides of its body, exhaled a mouthful of sulfur-smelling gunpowder, and its thick long tail swayed gently.

Cassius lowered his head, staring at the blood drops refined by the silver-white flames in front of him, and couldn't help but let out a light whistle of joy.

"This feeling of steadily improving strength is really wonderful."

As the blood was swallowed into his stomach, the flames surged in his basal blood vessels. Cassius only felt a warmth flowing down his throat and spreading to the ends of his tail and wings.

You must know that for the current red dragon, even magma is just ordinary bath water, and the wildfire of purgatory is just a toy in his claws.

And there are probably not many things in the entire material plane that can make Cassius feel "hot", which is enough to show the terrifying temperature of this ancestral dragon blood.

If ordinary mortals approach this, they will probably burn themselves before touching the blood, or even vaporize on the spot.

"Hu——"

Accompanied by Cassius's long exhalation, the hot wind swept over the top of the mountain, distorting the sky.

The dragon body, which was more than 40 meters long, trembled slightly, rising and falling slowly with breathing, and it seemed to expand a little more visibly.

[Ancestral dragon blood concentration +0.001%]

Feeling the power in his body, Cassius's mouth curled up. He slowly got up from the ground, shook the wings behind him slightly, and then turned his head to look at the side wall of the palace.

-On the rock wall, there was a huge map, nearly two meters long. It was made of the skin of a multi-headed fire snake lizard and was a treasure tribute from the colony of the fire element plane.

The map showed the whole picture of the Fianso continent, and it detailed the various forces, and even showed the forms of other planes such as Heaven Mountain, the Nine Layers of Hell, the Bottomless Abyss, and the Screaming Sky Tunnel.

On the surface of the map, magic dots of light floated everywhere, and among them, millions of confidential data were all suggestions and strategies given by the Empire Think Tank.

According to Trump, they just wanted to contribute to the Red Dragon's "great blueprint" to ensure the steady progress of the Empire's conquest and expansion.

Wherever Cassius's eyes reached, the dots of light storing text suddenly bloomed, showing dense text, which made him feel a little dazzled.

"Strategy for the Conquest of the Thracian Kingdom"

"Guide to the Interference of Serenia"

"Occupy Victoria Harbor"

"Annexation Plan of the High Mountain Dwarf Kingdom"

Looking at the map covered by the complicated plan, Cassius shook his head and couldn't help but sigh in amazement:

"Tsk tsk, the so-called great blueprint is just a pie I drew casually back then, and these followers actually made it for me.

It really saves me effort, but"

Cassius stretched out his huge claws and pressed on the upper part of the map.

In an instant, the northern part of the continent, including the Thracian Kingdom, the Mountain Dwarf Kingdom, the Free Trade Federation and many other forces, was covered by his giant claws.

Looking at the [Knowledge (Future)] proficiency item on the panel, Cassius raised his mouth and whispered: "They can't see the future."

As a former "Erezagai" veteran player, Cassius is quite familiar with the major events of the Clash of Kings - such as the war between orcs and dwarves, the coup in Serenia, and the invasion of the Mind Flayer in Victoria Harbor

And these are just the tip of the iceberg, and the dark of the continent is hidden in endless disputes and entanglements.

After the fall of the Fadlan Empire, the continent of Feanso was full of gods and demons, and various forces wanted to get a share of this chaotic situation.

Cassius once did not have the confidence to stand on Feanso, but now, after years of dormancy and development, he has become the emperor who controls a huge empire.

Thinking of this, Kasius suddenly felt a little emotional. He stroked the huge map, his claws swept across the vast territory of the empire, and whispered:

"It's time to really set foot in Feanso. Only in this era of conflict can the empire stand out."

Kasius believed that in the near future, he would lead the empire to the top of Feanso and establish world hegemony.

However, the red dragon has already created the Burning Empire, which has completely changed the fate of Anzeta-and this will also have a revolutionary impact on the situation on the continent of Feanso.

In the original history, with the help of the players, the northern countries successfully resisted the invasion of the abyss, but that was all.

As a magical wilderness, a remote area that is not valued by the mainlanders, the northern countries cannot intervene in the disputes in the south at all, and can only live in a corner.

When a butterfly flaps its wings, a storm occurs in the Atlantic Ocean.

And what Kasius did is far more than a butterfly flapping its wings. It is simply a dragon flapping its wings, causing a shocking storm in Feanso.

There was a glimmer in the pale golden pupils of Cassius, and his eyes swept across the entire continent of Fianso, with a hint of greed in the depths of his vertical pupils.

"However, some things will not change, and they are destined to happen - such as the war between the three kingdoms.

Humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, naga, giants.

As the center of the main material plane, this continent is home to hundreds of intelligent races, giving rise to a rich and colorful culture and countless spectacular relics.

The red dragon turned around and walked out of the lava palace calmly, then spread its broad wings and let out a powerful hum.

"I have traveled to Erezega for more than ten years, and it is time to see the various styles of the continent of Fianso. "

Casius looked towards the south, and light surged in his pale golden vertical pupils, with dragon shadows appearing in them. The scorching flames swirled around him and gradually condensed.

"Ah--"

Repeated roars resounded through the sky, and two red dragons appeared in front of Casius, roaring to the sky.

Their appearance was exactly the same as Casius, but they were several times smaller, and only more than 30 meters long from head to tail tip.

Even their abilities were exactly the same as Casius, but their strength was only 30% of his.

This was the effect of the Seven Ring Dragon Spell - [Dragon Shadow Simulacrum]. These two dragon shadow clones were replicas of Casius, carrying his will, memory and all his abilities.

"What a wonderful feeling. "

Casius slowly closed his eyes, carefully feeling the subtle feeling of controlling several bodies at the same time.

This was Casius' plan: let the main body stay in Dragon Blood Mountain to absorb the ancestral dragon veins, steadily improve its strength, send clones to sneak into the continent, and plunder everything with the advantage of foresight.

Under his control, the two red dragon clones flapped their wings, raised a scorching wind, and roared into the sky.

They easily tore the space with their claws, created a burning fire portal, and flew in different directions outside the empire.

-Their targets were Victoria Harbor in the southwest of the empire, adjacent to Moon Bay, and the Black Stone Mountains in the southeast.

Staring at the two red dragon clones that were gradually moving away, Casius's mouth corners rose, revealing sharp fangs, and his light golden pupils were full of expectations.

He whispered softly: "Go, carry my will, and stir up the situation in the world. ”

The Burning Empire, Istalia City.

The people in the city are still immersed in the ceremony a few days ago, and it seems that they have not yet gotten rid of the warm and carnival atmosphere. The chorus of "Ode to Cassius" still echoes in the city.

"Your Majesty is like the sun in the sky, and we are like seeds on the ground. Endless glory shines on the earth, and we grow vigorously and finally become seedlings."

Whenever a dragon-blood noble with dragon scales and golden pupils passes by, people will cheer enthusiastically and rush to congratulate them.

Guarded by soldiers and surrounded by the crowd, the dragon-blood nobles strode through the Emperor's Avenue. They waved to the crowd and enjoyed the people's welcome.

And on this great day of being granted, the dragon-blood nobles were in a particularly good mood. They even threw out more than a dozen silver nars as a response to people.

"Long live the empire!"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

"Salute to our war heroes! "

The salutes blasted, flowers fell, and the cheers and shouts of the people of the empire were like waves.

The starfaller named "I'm going to eat steamed buns" was in high spirits, raised his arms high, and shouted to the crowd: "Come on! Shout my name loudly!"

"Shout with me, steamed buns--"

"Steamed buns!"

"Steamed buns!"

The people of the empire didn't know the meaning of the name, but they couldn't resist the warm atmosphere and shouted along.

Steamed buns were quite pleased.

I got another video material that could highlight my majestic image!

The elf Abil from Serenia was also in the team. She smiled and waved to the people of the empire. As the only elf among them, she looked a little eye-catching.

Abil sighed softly: "Casius, this is such a harmonious scene. "

As a convert to the Empire, Abil's past memories are so vague, like intermittent images.

She only knows that she sneaked into the Empire as a spy, was captured by His Majesty himself, and became a prisoner.

Then, under the dedicated guidance of the empire's reform camp, Abier gradually understood the hypocrisy of those so-called "just people" and felt firsthand the changes the empire had brought to the people.

Several years later, she was finally able to walk out of the reform camp with excellent results in all assessments.

Abiel deeply repented of her past mistakes, converted to Emperor Burning Ember, and became a glorious imperial warrior. With her superb archery skills, she shined on the battlefield against the invasion of demons.

In the end, she was awarded the title of Dragon Blood Baron, climbed onto the Great Altar of Istalia, and received His Majesty's personal gift in front of the eyes of hundreds of thousands of people.

You must know that this is a supreme honor that not many people can envy, but as a former enemy, she can actually get such treatment.

Abiel was particularly satisfied with this, and her thoughts of retrieving her past memories gradually faded away.

The only trace left by her past life was the name - Abier, and nothing else.

"My life is really good now, maybe I don't need to care about the past.

After smiling and waving to a girl holding flowers, Abiel thought to herself as she recalled her innocent smile.

To be an enemy of the great empire, I was probably brainwashed by those sanctimonious guys in the past.

This experience is not worth remembering at all. "

The thoughts in Abier's heart gradually became firmer, and her steps became more powerful. The Dragon Vein Elf firmly believed that she was on the right path.

Suddenly, with the keenness of an archer, Abier felt a gaze following her closely, which made her feel a little panicked.

Could it be an enemy?

Abier quickly turned her head and looked at that gaze.

She saw a man wearing a hood and gray robe hidden in the crowd, staring at her closely, his vaguely exposed face full of vicissitudes of life.

"Wait, this is"

Abiel could tell that what was revealed in those amber eyes was not hostility, but some kind of more complex and tangled mood.

Abi's heart suddenly trembled.

"Richard."

For some reason, Abier said this strange and familiar name, as if it had long been engraved in the depths of her memory.

Abiel chewed the name over and over, but did not recall even the slightest memory of the name.

By the time she came to her senses, the gray-robed figure had disappeared into the crowd and was completely gone.

"It's really strange."

In this way, Abiel continued to walk with the parade, leaving this strange episode behind.

And in the shadow of the alley, a man squatted in the corner, his head lowered, muttering to himself: "No, how could this happen? She has forgotten me!"

No wonder, no wonder Abiel would join the empire, it turns out she lost all her memory! "

The man, or rather Richard, slowly raised his head, his eyes gradually showing determination: "I will make you remember everything, Abier."

Istalia, the inner city, is where the empire's powerful people live.

There are exquisite buildings everywhere, clean and tidy roads, and even the mage tower of Imperial Prime Minister Trump is located in the inner city.

"We have arrived at the inner city stop. Passengers please get off the bus in an orderly manner."

The clear voice of the conductor sounded, and Abiel stepped off the steam train and soon arrived at the mansion where she lived.

This is still a new house. It was a special gift from the empire official after she was granted the title of Dragon Blood Baron. If she put it outside, she might be able to sell it for five or six hundred gold coins.

Abiel took out the key from the pocket of her military uniform and prepared to open the door.

After she inserted the silver key into the hole, her movements suddenly stagnated. She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Come out, I know you are nearby."

Sure enough, a trembling voice came from behind.

"Abiel, you are indeed"

I saw a man slowly walking out of the shadows behind the house, looking at him with particularly eager eyes.

"Click."

The crisp sound of loading sounded, and Abiel turned around suddenly, revealing the pistol that had been prepared for a long time in her sleeve.

She pointed the pistol at the man, frowned slightly, and said in a sharp voice: "Who are you? Why are you following me?"

Seeing the hostile eyes of the other party, the man, or rather Richard, could not help but feel a flash of disappointment in his eyes. The dragon-veined elf in front of him was completely different from his former lover.

"You really don't remember me."

He sighed softly and slowly took off his hood, revealing his handsome but somewhat weathered face and pointed ears with elf characteristics.

Abi's heart suddenly tightened. Half-elf, this was indeed someone she once knew.

But she still did not put down the gun in her hand, but continued to ask: "What is your purpose? Do you want to be detrimental to the empire?"

"I have no hostility and no thoughts of being an enemy of the empire."

Richard quickly shook his head in defense, and cautiously tried: My name is Richard, do you still remember this name? "

Abiel nodded slightly: "I have an impression. You should be an old acquaintance of mine."

Richard was relieved. The half-elf wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start or where to go. It seemed like there were thousands of words stuck in his throat, but he couldn't express them.

After thinking for a moment, he said in a confused tone: "Fifteen years ago, you and I met at a banquet."

However, Abiel interrupted him coldly: "Richard, none of this is important, I don't want to know these stories, because I am not the elf you know.

These cold words made Richard feel a little suffocated.

Could it be that those beautiful memories and unforgettable promises have disappeared?

Despair seemed to strangle his throat.

The rumor was true. After accepting the gift of the Burning Emperor, Abil's soul had undergone a complete change.

He exhaled deeply, barely maintaining a gentle smile on his face, and continued under the muzzle of the gun aimed at his forehead:

"Abil, you just lost your past memories. I can help you find them back.

We are both members of the Harper Alliance. We met by chance at a banquet of vampire nobles. We once sneaked into the Red Robe Mage Tower to search for intelligence together and watched the sunrise in the Kadaven Forest."

Richard spoke more fluently, his expression became more gentle, and crystal tears appeared in his eyes.

He recalled the bits and pieces of his time with Abil, and looked forward to the recognition of each other after the other party recovered his memory, and his mood became more and more excited.

How many days of lurking and waiting, isn't it just for this day?

Now, the beloved is right in front of him. He only needs to recall those beautiful memories of the past to reunite with her.

"Click."

At this moment, Richard felt a cold object against his forehead, and he suddenly felt like he was falling into an ice cave - it was the muzzle of a gun.

Abil held the pistol with her slender hand, put it against Richard's forehead, and said in an extremely calm voice:

"The one standing in front of you now is not your so-called lover, nor is she a member of the Harpist Alliance.

I am Abil, a relative of His Majesty Cassius, a dragon-blooded baron who swears to serve the Burning Empire until death."

The dragon vein elf still did not put down the pistol in his hand, nor did he take off the robe that symbolized the glory and loyalty of the empire, and continued to say:

"Breaking into the inner city of Isdalia and following the dragon-blooded nobles of the empire in an attempt to instigate rebellion is already a serious crime of espionage.

For the sake of our past relationship, leave here immediately, and I will not pursue your faults anymore."

Richard looked at his former lover in astonishment. He stood there, shaking his head in great sorrow, and kept muttering.

"No"

"Abil, it shouldn't be like this."

"Listen to me, you haven't recovered your memory yet, you don't know what happened between us--"

Richard took a few steps forward and tried to grab the elf's arms.

But Abil put down the pistol, turned into the mansion like a gust of wind, and closed the door without hesitation, blocking the anxious Richard outside the house.

She only left a sentence in a flat tone: "Richard, don't stay here any longer, the Imperial Guard will not show mercy to your men."

Back to her home, Abil took off the uniform robe of the Dragon Blood Noble, hung it on the hanger next to the door, and stuffed the unloaded pistol into the box.

She was silent for a long time before she stuck her head out and looked out the window.

The figure who had just stood there disappeared as if he had never been there.

"Richard."

In fact, when Richard was speaking, she had recovered all her memories and remembered everything Richard wanted to tell.

But now is different from the past. At this moment, Abil is already a loyal follower of the Red Dragon. Everything she has belongs only to the emperor - whether it is body, mind or soul.

Feelings may fade, but the bond that His Majesty has tied to them is eternal.

Abil knows very well that as a dragon-blooded noble of the Burning Empire and a believer of the emperor, she must not continue to associate with members of the Harpist Alliance like Richard.

This is definitely not a good thing for herself or Richard.

This may be a bit cruel, but it is also the only correct choice they can make.

To be more precise: they are no longer people from the same world.

"Sorry, I have no choice."

Abil leaned against the door, holding her chest, and suddenly felt a short pain in her heart, but the feeling subsided in an instant. (End of this chapter)