Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Storm High Slope, Batto City.

This is a city built by tieflings more than a decade ago, and it is also one of the earliest territories of the Burning Empire. But now, with the passage of time, this once rather simple city has been transformed.

The current area of ​​Batto City has expanded several times, and there are tall and neat buildings in the city. The hideous and lifelike carvings on the walls and eaves can also show the Purgatory style inherited by the Tieflings.

Outside the city is a steam train platform from the south. The combination of the Tieflings' classical Purgatory aesthetics and the Empire's industrial style forms a rather wonderful chemical reaction.

In Batto City, people come and go everywhere, bustling and bustling. The current population of Batto City has reached 50,000, which is also considered a larger city in the Empire.

Nearly 40% of the residents here are tieflings, but there are also many races such as humans, hobgoblins, ogres, orcs, and of course, countless players who are not included in the statistics.

Because it is located on the storm slope, the terrain outside the city is different, the elemental reactions are fierce, and there are many ferocious and violent monsters living here. There have also been incidents of railroad tracks being destroyed. Therefore, this place has also become a high-quality place for new players to take on tasks and gain experience.

However, this time, more players are rushing to Batto City in a mighty way. Players come from the ground, from the sky, and across space.

Outside Batto City, on the steam train platform, accompanied by the slight tremor of the ground, the steel behemoth first appeared at the end of the horizon, galloping on the wasteland, and then slowly drove into the platform, making a loud whistle.

"Woo-"

"Batto City Station has arrived. Please remember the kindness of His Majesty and line up to get off the train in an orderly manner."

The clear voice of the attendant echoed in the carriage, but as soon as the door opened, the passengers rushed out one after another, like a flooding tide.

"Charge!"

"Hurry up! If you go too late, you'll have nothing!"

"Lao Wang, you're a warrior, strong and healthy, make way for me!"

"Those old players can fly and teleport, and we newbies can only take the bus. We're already far behind, so we have to race against time!"

"Damn, there are too many people here. If I had known, I wouldn't have cared about the experience and would have teleported here directly."

"You guys just block here, I'm going to fly in directly!" The mage player sneered and tore off the flying scroll in his hand. His body suddenly became as light as the wind, and his feet left the ground.

Suddenly, he screamed: "Ah, which idiot is plotting against me!"

On the ground, a thief player threw a rope, accurately wrapped it around the legs of the flying player, and pulled it off fiercely.

"Get down here!"

"Damn, it's a black beast!"

[Night Poem] drank the speed-up elixir, wiped his mouth, and immediately ran as fast as flying, shuttled through the crowd like a ghost, and ran to the front in the blink of an eye.

"Hahaha, you all eat my exhaust!"

The Berserker player raised his head and drank a whole bottle of violent potion without hesitation. Suddenly, accompanied by the crisp sound of "sizzling", his exaggerated muscles tore his clothes.

"Ahhhh! Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

His eyes were red, and he pushed away everything in front of him, running wildly with unstoppable momentum.

There were also druid players who summoned wild wolves, pheasants, brown bears and other animals, making them surround them and clear the way for themselves.

Suddenly, the platform was in chaos, and the situation was chaotic, as if it was about to become a "battlefield". All players wanted to enter the city of Batto before others.

In the VIP compartment of the steam train, Baron Ekmon, the former captain of the Tiefling Guard, who was returning to Batto to visit his relatives, looked out the window with annoyance.

He looked at the players who rushed out of the carriage frantically, showing a look of seeing a ghost.

"Casius, what on earth are these Starfallers doing?"

As an old imperial man who joined the Tiefling Guard ten years ago and has been fighting wits and courage with players for many years, Ekmon has long been accustomed to this, but he can't do anything about it and can only sigh deeply.

"Well, stay out of the limelight first, and go home later. It's not a big deal."

According to the standards of the Empire, under normal circumstances, the passenger capacity of this [Long Live the Empire] train is 600 people, but this train has nearly 2,000 people, and most of the guests are players.

They racked their brains and used various means. Some people crowded in the car, some lay on the roof, and some even hung on both sides of the car, turning themselves into pendants of the train.

Players riding wyverns flew across the sky, players riding wolves galloped desperately on the ground, and several space cracks appeared outside the city one after another.

Players came from all over the empire, and their purpose was also very clear and definite, and there was only one - career expansion pack: Nine Hells of Baator!

Just a few hours ago, the empire officials posted notices in various cities, conveying such a message to players: Go to Baator City to get the power of the devil from hell!

The power of the devil may be an extremely dangerous and avoidable poison for mortals, but for players - it's simply pie in the sky!

For power, they can eat the toes of frost giants and the scalp of ghosts, so what's the point of signing a contract with the devil?

And the hell knights, magic contract warriors, and devil's bat wings are not scary to players, but extremely cool, directly hitting their g-spots.

As a result, millions of players in the empire were ecstatic, rushing to Batto City regardless of everything, which could be called a human disaster.

"Bato City, Hell Expansion Pack, here I come!"

The Night Poetry, who was at the forefront, cheered excitedly, looked in the direction of Batto City, but his face froze. He suddenly found that there was a long queue of several miles at the entrance of Batto City.

"These bastards, are they all here so fast?"

The Night Poetry rubbed his chin, gritted his teeth, and then put on the cloak and hid his figure in the shadows.

On the tall city wall in the distance, the tiefling guards held a loud speaker and shouted loudly: "Citizens, please line up and enter the city in an orderly manner! You must pass the inspection at the gate--"

However, in the shadows around the city wall, the Night Poetry sneered and muttered to himself: "Rules? I never care about these. Winning is the kingly way!

These people are so stupid that they are still queuing here. The real smart people have already got the devil's contract!"

After that, he merged his body into the shadow and used the power of the trickster to move through it, trying to cross the pass and enter the city of Batto directly.

At this moment, accompanied by the whistling wind, a sharp blood-red light fell from the sky.

"Shua--"

The Night Poetry showed its true form in horror and wanted to escape, but the speed of the blood light was too fast, leaving him nowhere to hide.

The blood rushed up to the sky, and the Night Poetry was directly split into two pieces, with blood all over the ground, and a deep crack appeared on the ground.

"How is it possible?"

The Night Poet struggled slowly on the ground with his hands, dragging the front half of his body forward a little. He trembled and uttered the last few words, and then he died.

Finally, the players also found the Night Poetry that was cut in half, and they laughed with gloating.

"Isn't this a black beast?"

"What black beast? Now we should call it a black beast, or a black and white beast."

"Haha, last time I was shot in the head, this time I was cut in half, it's really gratifying and pleasant!"

The tiefling guards on the wall were still holding the trumpet and continued to speak loudly: "In order to maintain the order of Batto City, the Minister of the Imperial Security Department, Duke Medjolash, came to supervise in person.

Please abide by the laws and regulations, otherwise you will bear the consequences-"

"Look!"

The players all raised their heads and saw that at the top of the spire tower of Batto City, a tiefling wearing luxurious armor and wearing the Imperial Medal overlooked the people below.

He held a blood-stained sword, and his dark eyes looked cold and ruthless - this was one of the three dukes of the empire, the leader of the tieflings, Medrash.

"He's here too"

"Be careful, be careful."

"No wonder the black beast was cut in half, it turned out to be the captain of the Novice Village Security."

The players suddenly became nervous, put away their little thoughts in their hearts, and lined up obediently. After all, the night poem that was cut in half was a lesson.

Medrash looked at the starfallers crowded outside the city, put the blood-stained sword behind his back, crossed his arms, and a rare smile appeared on his usually indifferent face.

"I didn't expect it to be so long."

The tiefling was quite emotional. Ten years ago, he also used force to intimidate players. At that time, the Burning Embers Nest was just an unknown monster force in the North.

Now, with the passage of time, the Burning Empire has long occupied the homeland of the North, and the wings of the red dragon cover the entire Anzeta wilderness, shocking and terrified the entire Feansuo continent.

And he never thought that he would ascend to such a high position, holding the power to influence the fate of millions of people, and even controlling their nominal ancestors - the devils from hell.

In the past, he just wanted to lead his tribe to survive.

Thinking of this, he looked at the cautious Starfallers again, and Medorash turned around and walked down the stairs to the tower.

He still had a lot of things to deal with personally.

Batto City, Hell Exchange.

This is a tall building, built by hundreds of devils bound by contracts for several days, exuding the breath of purgatory.

In the spacious hall, there are murals with Avernus scrolls, lifelike devil stone sculptures, and hideous prayer sculptures.

Even as the descendants of the devil, Tieflings rarely like buildings with such a strong purgatory style, but players are very interested in it, and the team is almost queuing outside the city.

Wearing a robe that symbolizes the identity of a member of the Magic Coin, Ou Huang stood at the front of the team with an extremely excited expression.

"Tsk tsk, there are so many people coming. Yes, according to the information revealed by insiders, the official Nine Hells expansion pack is cool and powerful, and there are not many hard requirements."

Turning his head and looking at the endless long line behind him, Ou Huang patted his chest thankfully.

"Fortunately, I am a member of a large guild, and I have many channels to obtain information. The president notified us early in the morning."

However, when mentioning his own president, Ou Huang couldn't help scratching his head, and his expression on his face was a little unnatural.

Just now, he posted the video [Charlotte turns into a beautiful woman to seduce aristocrats] to the player forum, and soon afterwards, Charlotte notified him of the news of career expansion.

Is this considered repaying kindness with enmity?

It was just posted anonymously, so it shouldn’t be a big problem, Ou Huang thought.

He opened the panel with trepidation and turned to the anonymous post he had posted. He saw that there were already thousands of replies below it. The curious players came to watch the fun of the rich president.

[A girl's blush is better than any love words, and so is a cross-dressing man]

[Sure enough, men still understand men best. I declare Charlotte to be the most beautiful woman in Elezege, my 127th wife]

[I doubt my sexual orientation. Is it possible that Charlotte is really a woman and just took off her disguise this time]

[Fuck, Charlotte's women's clothes are so beautiful? Now I have to add magic coins]

[I'm fine]

[No, buddy upstairs, what do you want to do? I think you are really hungry]

[Those who can resist playing Old Beijing Chicken Roll when seeing this picture are all gods]

Seeing this, the European Emperor couldn't help laughing out loud, with a kind of joy of revenge. "Hahaha, these fans are really talking nonsense--"

But soon, his heart was shocked, his face was stiff, and his hand that was turning the page was shaking slightly.

--Because he saw the personal reply from Charlotte, the president of Magic Coin.

[Emperor Europe, you are looking for death! ]

How is it possible?

I clearly sent it anonymously, and even the video is only one copy, how could Charlotte find out that it was me?

Emperor Europe was a little panicked, but he still held on to the last bit of luck and opened Charlotte's chat box, trying to make a dying struggle.

[Emperor Europe: President, you misunderstood, that video was really not sent by me, you can't slander an honest person! ]

[Charlotte: Haha [sneer]]

[Emperor Europe: Really, President, you know, I, Emperor Europe, have always been open and aboveboard, how could I use such a despicable means? I suspect that there is a ghost planted by Wang Quan in our guild! ]

[Charlotte: Beast, listen to the video you sent again? 】

"No way"

Ou Huang widened his eyes, opened the video he saved again, and listened carefully. At the end of the video, there was an uncontrollable laugh in the background sound.

And inside the magic coin, only he could make such a sound, and his laughter was recognized as a ghost.

Ou Huang's forehead was sweating, his brain was spinning rapidly, and he continued to type in the chat box.

[Ou Huang: It's unfair, President! Someone deliberately added my voice to the video! ]

[Charlotte: Hehe [smile]]

[Ou Huang: That inner ghost is so hateful that he actually wants to alienate our relationship and destroy the unity within the magic coin! ]

[Charlotte: Let's talk about this matter again when you come back [smile]]

Looking at the weird smile in the chat box, Ou Huang's heart sank, and he had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

But soon he smelled the pungent smell of gunpowder. He looked up and found himself at the gate of the [Hell Exchange]. The gargoyle sculpture above his head seemed to be looking at him greedily.

At the exit, some players had grown devil's bat wings and horns. They held the still warm hell contract, and their faces were full of show-off.

In the eyes of mortals, he had been corrupted by hell and became as ugly as a devil, but in the eyes of the players——

"So damn handsome"

He couldn't help swallowing his saliva and looked eagerly at the lucky ones who signed the contract with the devil.

He clenched his fists and made up his mind. "No matter what, the most important thing now is to grab the expansion profession!" (End of this chapter)