Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"I didn't expect that I could get so much experience just by taking a random task. It's like pie in the sky!"

"Hahaha, Noodles, let's go! I want to show off in front of Xin Gou!"

Mantou carried the heavy blood-stained sack containing the head of the frost giant on his back and stood up on the back of the wyvern with high spirits.

"Ah--"

The wyvern seemed to feel the excitement of its master. It stretched its neck, raised its head, and let out a hearty roar.

Mantou is now the Dragon Blood Viscount of the Empire. As the saying goes, "One person's success brings success to all his family members", even the wyvern is no exception.

Noodles is now more than seven meters long. Although its neck is still as slender as noodles, it is covered with hard and thick dragon scales, and its body has become much stronger and more solid.

In short, after experiencing many blood gifts, Noodles is far more "red dragon-like", or "atavistic" than its fellows.

However, due to its huge size, Mantou always felt a little uncomfortable when riding on the back of the wyvern, and he was considering buying a set of saddles with seats.

"Shua——"

The wyvern spread its wings, and the tips of its wings cut through the air, making a somewhat piercing whistle. It carried the knight on its back and flew to the city of Istalia.

The warehouse of the frost giant rebellion was just outside the city, only a dozen kilometers away, and Mantou arrived at the city gate not long after.

The place where Mantou accepted the task was the emergency bounty office of the empire, which was quite far from the Red Scale Garrison.

Therefore, he did not choose to land at the "Dragon Stopping Terrace" of the garrison, but came directly to the South Gate of Istalia.

The South Gate is known as the most majestic city gate of the Burning Empire. It combines defense and ornamental features, and is also the facade of the capital Istalia.

Even the imperial engineering team, which absorbed many civil engineers and casters who were proficient in earth elemental shaping spells, took several months to build it.

The city gate was dozens of meters high, with the flag of the Burning Empire flying above it, and a number of ferocious stone dragon heads sticking out - it was said that these dragons could shoot powerful shrapnel from their mouths, enough to blow any invader into ashes.

The Tiefling guards, wearing mighty armor and holding shiny rifles, were standing guard on it. They were trained to stand still regardless of wind and rain.

And on those tall stone pillars, there were real two-legged dragons squatting, ready to take off at any time to meet the invading enemy.

Faced with such a formation, even the bravest warriors could not help but feel fear. Many spies were captured on the spot by the guards because they showed flaws in front of the city gate.

"Please line up in an orderly manner, citizens, and don't crowd!"

"Citizens of the Empire, please pay attention to your words and deeds. The great Majesty Cassius is always watching you!"

The passionate voice of the Tiefling Guard Captain came from the loudspeakers on the top of the city.

In front of the majestic city gate that was dozens of meters high, the crowd was bustling and noisy, but they lined up in neat queues and seemed orderly.

"There are so many things going on recently. We just received a batch of orders from the suburbs."

"Who said it wasn't?"

"I heard from those bigwigs that there will be another war!"

"War is good. Anyway, with the protection of His Majesty Cassius, the empire will never lose.

Every time a war breaks out, orders from the factory fly like snowflakes, and workers are recruited everywhere. There is no worry about making money."

"That's right, the tavern my family runs is also like this. When those wealthy soldiers return triumphantly, they can make a lot of money every day."

"Hahahaha, the empire had better fight more wars and never stop fighting."

Hundreds of people and caravans entering and leaving the city lined up in long lines, and the fully armed tiefling guards were conducting routine inspections on them.

However, the tiefling guards' inspections were very fast and their movements were particularly skillful.

"Beep--"

"Safe, allowed to enter."

The calm mechanical sound rang out, and the people of the empire entered the city one after another.

The tiefling guards only took out the magic scanner newly developed by the Ministry of Science and Technology to scan up and down, and then took a look at the basic documents, and then they would let people into the city.

However, as the "honorable dragon blood viscount", Mantou naturally did not need to go through this process.

"Ah~"

Mian Noodles circled in the air for a few circles, greeted his fellow tribesmen on the stone pillar, and then slowly flapped his wings, preparing to land on the open space outside the city.

The wings of the two-legged flying dragon caused a strong wind, raised gusts of dust, and made a lot of noise, causing the people around to look up and exclaim.

"Look, he's riding a flying dragon!"

"It's a Red Scale Conqueror!"

"That's a being that can control flying dragons. It's said that every Red Scale Conqueror is a relative of His Majesty Cassius. They're really amazing!"

"I wanted to try it before, but the trials in the Dragon Valley are too dangerous."

"Wait - look at the medal on the knight's chest, he's a dragon-blood noble! And a viscount!"

Amid the people's exclamations, the two-legged flying dragon landed with a bang, and Mantou rolled off the back of the flying dragon quite complacently, doing the posture of a knight.

"Good day, Viscount!"

"Viscount!"

"Your heroic figure riding a flying dragon is really unforgettable!"

Many people greeted him with special respect, and even those who were far away would nod to show respect - this is the treatment of dragon-blood nobles in the empire.

Mantou smiled and waved to the enthusiastic people of the empire, then took the reins of the wyvern and walked towards the city gate.

Before he reached the city gate, several tiefling guards came to greet him, and their squad leaders came to greet him in person.

This is the pomp of the dragon-blood nobles, not to mention that this is a distinguished viscount, and there are no more than 400 of them in the entire empire.

Although Istalia, as the capital of the empire, gathers many big names, a viscount cannot be neglected.

"Good day, Lord Viscount, please come this way."

The tiefling guard bowed his head and performed a "loyalty salute", then walked forward respectfully and stretched out his hand to take the reins from Mantou's hand.

Mantou nodded slightly, followed the tiefling, and walked towards the "special passage" with ease.

Tieflin suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, I'm going to eat Viscount Mantou, please show me your dragon driver's license."

Mantou's eyes widened, a little confused: "Didn't you enter the city with a noble medal before? Why do you need a dragon driver's license now?"

Tieflin smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, Viscount, this is also a new regulation issued by the higher-ups, and we can't do anything about it.

It is said that some starfallers stole dragon eggs and baby dragons from the Dragon Valley without the permission of the empire a few days ago, and rode dragons in the city without passing the assessment, causing a lot of trouble."

"Haha, it turned out to be that guy, who pissed off the higher-ups."

Mantou couldn't help laughing.

He knew the player who was riding a half-grown dragon around the city, and he was also a blogger named "Dashui Lanzi".

He recently got into "Erezaigai", and didn't expect that in just a few months, he would cause quite a stir.

"Okay, since it's the request from the higher-ups, I'll find it for you."

Mantou rummaged through his standard backpack, took out a small exquisite green card, and handed it to the tiefling beside him.

"Driver's name, I'm going to eat steamed buns, three years of driving experience, no accident record

Identity, member of the Red Scale Conqueror, intermediate sheriff of the 13th Detachment of Istalia."

The tiefling guard took the driver's license with both hands, browsed the text on it, and after a moment, handed it back with a smile on his face.

"No problem, Lord Viscount, your mount can follow into the city.

Thank you for your understanding and cooperation with the work of our security team."

Mantou waved his hand casually: "It's okay, it's okay, I understand you too, we are all workers, it's not easy."

Mantou and noodles entered the city of Istalia.

There are still people coming and going here, and the traffic is heavy. There are all kinds of shops on both sides of the prosperous streets. Small steam locomotives are running on the tracks, and the whistle is whistling.

The Starfallers walked aimlessly on the street, and when they saw someone, they would approach them and ask if they had any missions.

However, the people of the empire who were busy with work usually ignored them and just walked past them in a hurry.

The reputation of these simply dressed Starfallers has spread throughout the empire: they often have little ability and often mess things up, so they are also nicknamed "useless people" by people.

Compared with them, the people of the empire prefer to go to old-fashioned institutions such as the Magic Office and the Royal Bounty Office to find those capable and experienced Starfallers to do things.

Mantou looked at the newbies wearing novice uniforms on the street and couldn't help but sighed: "Tsk tsk, there are more and more new players in this game."

"Fuck? Look, it's Mantou the old thief!"

Suddenly, a new player pointed at Mantou, obviously recognizing him, and the group of players around him immediately surrounded him.

"This guy is so cool, he even has a mount."

"I got into the game just by watching his videos, old thief Mantou, your Elezega diary has been out of service for two months!"

"I want to ride a flying dragon too!"

Looking at the "loyal fans" who were flocking over, Mantou suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and for a moment he had the urge to run away.

"What are you doing!"

"I've told you a long time ago that you are not allowed to gather and cause trouble in the city of Istalia!"

Fortunately, the sheriff who was patrolling nearby arrived in time and shouted.

He waved his baton and drove away these "useless people" like driving away sparrows, and these players immediately fled in panic - they didn't want to go to the prison.

The sheriff came to Mantou and saluted respectfully: "Long time no see, Viscount Mantou, I hope you didn't get hurt?"

"It's okay, thank you very much."

Mantou nodded slightly, but he couldn't remember who the unfamiliar sheriff in front of him was.

Could he have lost his memory?

Unexpectedly, the sheriff came forward, changed his respectful attitude, and said in a mocking tone: "Haha, Lord Viscount, it feels good to enjoy the treatment of a noble."

This kind of expression that deserves a beating, this familiar mocking tone

Thinking of this, Mantou took a few steps back, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Fuck? Are you Singo?"

The "strange" sheriff nodded and said complacently: "How about it, you didn't recognize my new face."

Mantou looked up and down, but was surprised to find that the other party not only had a new look, but even the player's nickname was not displayed on his head, just like a real NPC.

He asked curiously: "How did you do it?"

Singo took out the gray leather bag folded together from his backpack and shook it proudly in his hand.

"The shapeshifter mask can disguise you as anyone, and can even hide the player's identity. It is said that this was developed by the guys who made the magic coin, specifically for their traitor business."

"Damn, a magical tool to hide your identity!"

Mantou immediately showed his desire, but after thinking for a moment, he said, "Xingo, tell me a price, so I can give up."

Singo casually said, "This is made of the shapeshifter's skin. The material is extremely precious, and it costs at least 500 gold coins."

Mantou's face suddenly sank, and he pretended to burst into tears: "Okay, no need to say anything, this is another piece of equipment that a poor guy like me can't afford."

"Here, I give it to you."

Unexpectedly, the other party threw the gray skin over casually, seemingly not caring at all.

Mantou quickly reached out to catch it, looking at Singo in disbelief, his eyes full of surprise, but also revealing a bit of vigilance.

This stingy old man is willing to pluck feathers?

And plucked 500 gold coins at a time?

If you are too nice to someone, you are either a traitor or a thief. Is this guy going to trick him into being a slave again?

"Why, you don't want it? If you don't want it, give it back to me."

Singo pretended to ask for it back, and Mantou quickly put the equipment on his face, and asked, "What's wrong? The sun is rising from the west?"

Before he finished speaking, Mantou's face kept changing, and finally turned into a familiar male star.

"Do you think you are Peng Yuyan?"

"I just restored my handsome face. This is how I look in reality."

"Get out of here. Isn't this more eye-catching? Do you still want to be surrounded by those new players?"

"Well, I have to put up with it."

Mantou's face changed again, and finally turned into an ordinary passerby face, which was similar to his original appearance.

"Okay, so why did you send me equipment and make me a slave?"

Singo smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It turns out that I was wrong last time. I am fully responsible for the annihilation of our team. This is my compensation to you, and everyone will get one.

I really wanted to prove myself so much that I ignored the most basic information."

He took out a book with a red dragon pattern on the cover and the words "Guide to Dragon Research" from his backpack, and continued: "According to the information I got, the challenge level of a 30-meter-long ancient red dragon can reach more than level 20, and the abyss dragon we encountered

I am afraid it has exceeded our imagination. At that time, I challenged it at the risk of annihilation, which was simply a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating my own ability."

Mantou exclaimed: "Oh my god, that boss is so powerful, isn't this challenge level going to explode?

By the way, what about our Emperor Kai of the Burning Empire? He killed the abyss dragon alone, isn't he even more awesome?"

"I don't know."

Singo answered truthfully.

"The current players are still too weak. Even the top players, such as me and Iron Tide, have just reached level 11, and are still far from the real high-level power.

But as far as I know, at least in this version, the empire under the protection of Cassius's wings will never perish."

"That's good. My entire fortune is in the empire. If the Burning Empire is gone, I will go bankrupt." (End of this chapter)