Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

It was already three or four o'clock in the morning when they left the treasure house. Gu Jinlong and the dwarf king returned to the palace together. They just chatted casually along the way and had a tacit understanding. No one mentioned the crucial agreement.

In the palace, the young golden dragon Aurora has been waiting for a long time, and the dwarves who have a good drinking capacity also got up from the ground in twos and threes, but their minds are still a little dazed.

Then, under the reluctant farewell, rough singing and warm cheers of the dwarves, the two golden dragons suddenly flapped their wings, took off and flew into the sky.

On the broad terrace at the top of the palace, the dwarf king raised his head and stared at the golden figure in the distance for a long time, his expression gradually becoming serious.

Dawn breaks from the sky, and the dim light of dawn creates a golden edge for the black stone mountain hook, and also casts a hazy glow on the golden dragon's body, as if it blends into the sky.

Seeing such a scene, the dwarves who saw them off were even more excited and rejoiced, and the warm shouts of "Wings of Dawn" and "Dragon of Dawn" came and went for a long time.

"Your Majesty, what are you worried about?" came a familiar voice. The dwarf minister Bjorn was walking onto the terrace tremblingly on crutches and walked behind Ed.

After the Battle of Blackrock Mountain, the dwarf, who was over three hundred years old, seemed much older. His face was covered with wrinkles, his figure became more stooped, and he could no longer walk smoothly.

Ed could see that this old minister did not have much time left, and the furnace fire in his body, like his own, had reached the point where the oil was exhausted.

Looking at the sky where the golden dragon had disappeared, the dwarf king sighed softly: "Can we really trust such an ally that we have only known for a few months? Even if he is a just and kind-hearted golden dragon."

"Your Majesty, this is a helpless move. We are at the end of our rope. After many considerations, Lord Titus is the best choice."

Bjorn responded in a low voice. As he spoke, the wrinkles on his face became deeper, almost like the cracked rocks on the Black Rock Mountain.

Ed took off the war hammer from his waist, held it tightly in his hand, stared at the dwarven words engraved on it, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Bjorn, I don't know if this decision is correct.

But it felt bad to leave the fate of the shield dwarves in the hands of others. "

Bjorn raised his head with difficulty and consoled him: "Your Majesty, our goal has been achieved. With the protection of such a famous ancient golden dragon in the good camp, those children will not live too badly.

Although it sounds frustrating, by doing this, the shield dwarfs at least have hope for the future, not to mention that we are running out of time. "

Hearing Bjorn's words, Ed smiled self-deprecatingly and tightened the handle of the hammer in his hand, as if to embed it in his flesh and blood: "That's what you said, they are all people who are about to die. Why do you still think so much?

As for the future of our shield dwarf clan, leave it to the children who will grow up under the protection of the golden dragon's wings. "

At this moment, the sun has completely risen, and the rays of the rising sun are shining on the terrace of Avendeldan Palace, and also on the rough faces of the two dwarves.

In the middle of the North IJssel Plain, in a spacious cave that was the temporary palace of Emperor Burning Ember, the red dragon was lying lazily on the ground, greedily absorbing the power of the sun in his body, and spitting out a mouthful of hot white water with sparks. cigarette.

At this moment, he slowly got up from the ground, poked his huge head out of the cave, and looked to the west with emotion - that is the direction of the mountain kingdom.

"Eye of Gruumsh"

Cassius grinned, revealing a ferocious smile, with smoke rising from between his teeth.

Participating in the Battle of Blackstone Mountain was just a casual move for him. He wanted to use this to increase the popularity of the "Titus" vest and give himself a place in the camp of kindness and justice.

But this time, he discovered something incredible-the Eye of Gruumsh. Even Cassius himself did not expect such an unexpected surprise.

You must know that it is part of the body of a god with powerful divine power!

Even if the orc race is now in a period of decline and Gruumsh is about to fall to medium divine power, the value of this artifact is still immeasurable. The value of the complete "Eye of Gruumsh" even exceeds that of "Carix" in Cassius's hands. heart".

And as one of the symbols of the "one-eyed" Gruumsh, the fallen eye is likely to have condensed the divinity of chaos, evil, power, war and other fields, which is also adapted to itself. If all of these are swallowed

I'm afraid it can make the red dragon become a real demigod, but the remaining will in the Eye of Gruumsh may cause him some trouble.

"Divinity."

Thinking of this, Cassius's pale golden vertical pupils were filled with greed, a faint fire flashed, and ambergris hot as lava was about to flow from the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, the communicator in the cave rang. After Cassius agreed, a magical image appeared in front of him - an ugly face, exposed fangs, and cheeks covered with scales. That was none other than the dragon-veined ogre Lump.

As the most fertile plain in northern Thrace, the North IJssel region covers an area of ​​700,000 square kilometers, which has already exceeded one-fifth of the empire's mainland.

Trying to digest such a large conquered area is quite troublesome even for the current Burning Empire.

The resistance forces in North IJssel are far more stubborn than those in the North, and the rebels are also more powerful, and there are many extraordinary level beings among them.

The customs, living habits, and social culture of the Ethel people are also very different from those of the Anzeta people who live in a remote corner, and friction and conflict are almost inevitable.

Therefore, as the prime minister of the Burning Empire, Trump has been very busy recently. He has assigned six simulacra to handle affairs, and has more threads than his master.

And unlike Cassius, the Burning Emperor who sleeps in a cave all day, eats and drinks and acts as a hands-off shopkeeper, Trump fulfills his duties as the prime minister of the empire conscientiously, working day and night, and refuses to close his eyes for a moment, which fully reflects the special work system of the empire's "007".

If you are sleepy, drink a bottle of high-level energy potion to revive with full blood. If you are hungry, eat a bucket of tasteless instant organic sauce to solve the consumption of the next few days.

As a wizard with extraordinary intelligence, this ogre has changed his gluttonous nature and turned into a thorough workaholic.

"Good day, my noble master." Rump in the magic image bowed first, then started reporting directly, unwilling to waste even a second.

"There is an orc team coming from Longshou City. They claim to be envoys from the Red Blood Tribe, from the Ugo Prairie in the northeast, and want to come to see you."

"Oh?"

Kaxiu immediately showed an interested expression, shook his head, and sighed: "Tsk tsk, it's really as if the devil is here, I didn't expect the orcs to come too."

The red dragon looked at the ogre and asked casually: "Rump, what do you think?"

Rump hurriedly lowered his head and responded: "Master, according to our intelligence, the Red Blood Tribe gathered nearly 200,000 troops a few months ago and launched an invasion war against the High Mountain Dwarf Kingdom. The forces of the gold dragon and the elves also participated in it.

The Red Blood Tribe suffered heavy losses and fled north in a hurry. A chieftain who was said to be favored by the orc god also died in that battle.

This time they visited the Burning Empire, obviously wanting to form an alliance with us and take revenge on the High Mountain Dwarf Kingdom. Blackrock Mountain is rich in resources and has many mineral veins. It is a gathering place for dwarf craftsmen and is indeed the next target of the empire's conquest.

However, the empire now has enough strength to conquer the High Mountain Kingdom alone, and those defeated greenskins have no qualifications to form an alliance with us. And forming an alliance with a force like the Red Blood Tribe that leans towards the chaotic evil camp is also against the principles of the empire. "

Rump did not hide his contempt and disdain for the Red Blood Tribe in his words. He obviously had prepared a draft in his mind long ago, and he spoke endlessly as soon as he spoke.

The red dragon nodded slightly, seeming to be quite satisfied with this answer.

Casius's idea is similar to Rump's. The Burning Empire has the strength to conquer the High Mountain Kingdom alone and monopolize Blackrock Mountain. There is no need to let the Red Blood Tribe intervene.

Just like their father god, those green-skinned orcs are a group of bloody lunatics.

Cassius didn't want to let a powerful god enter his sphere of influence - what if he found out that he had stolen his eyes?

What's more, the Burning Empire also had the "loyal ally" of the dwarf, Ancient Dragon Titus, as an insider, who was well aware of the intelligence of the Mountain Kingdom, so there was no need to worry about setbacks.

Rump observed Cassius's reaction and said, "Master, in this case, should we drive those orcs out of North Ethel - or kill them all?"

Cassius shook his head and smiled again: "No need, although I have no interest in cooperating with orcs, I am a little interested in them themselves."

"Yes, Master, then I will send someone to bring them to you immediately."

Rump looked normal, and did not ask why, but just executed it neatly. After all, he was a ruthless person who casually took vampires and human mages for experiments.

In the Dragon Head City in North Ethel, a group of orcs wrapped in wolf fur were sitting on chairs, nervously looking at the snake lady who was communicating. They were out of tune with the surrounding environment.

Seeing the snake man turned around, the leading orc jumped up from the chair and asked anxiously: "Has the emperor agreed to let us meet him?"

"Yes, please follow me." The snake man replied expressionlessly.

"Great, great, we can finally avenge Lord Batu!" The orc's rough face was full of excitement, and his tall and strong body was trembling.

His name is Nur Red Mane, named after a giant beast with red mane that he hunted. Nur is a famous warrior in the Red Blood Tribe and a confidant of the deceased chief Batu.

This time, Nur, under the order of the temporary chief Solo, brought the most powerful warriors in the tribe to North Ethel, in order to form an alliance with the Burning Empire, which was in full swing, and to avenge the High Mountain Dwarf Kingdom.

Whenever he thought of that day, and the dwarves, elves and golden dragons who shamelessly besieged the chief, Nur would feel an irrepressible anger and murderous intent in his heart.

Those shameless people who claimed to be righteous dared to besiege a great warrior like this!

From that day on, Nur made up his mind that one day he would avenge Lord Batu. He would bloodbath Awendeldan and chop off the head of the dwarf king with his own hands.

But there is always a gap between reality and imagination. After the Battle of Blackrock Mountain, the dwarf ram cavalry, the elf unicorn cavalry and the hateful golden dragon carried out a brutal sweep of the orcs.

Countless orcs died on the fertile grasslands north of Blackrock Mountain. Orcs from various tribes fled in all directions, and the Red Blood Tribe that Batu had spent his entire life gathering also fell apart, leaving only a few major tribes.

Until a few days ago, Chief Solo claimed that he had also received the favor of Gruumsh and gained powerful strength, and then he barely integrated the remaining tribes. Although it is far less than before, it is still a force that cannot be underestimated.

Then, the orcs got the news that the Burning Empire had attacked North Ethel, and they were shocked by it. It became the common wish of the orcs to form an alliance with the Burning Empire.

Thinking of this, Nur secretly clenched his fists, his expression was extremely excited: "I will definitely succeed, for Lord Batu, and for the brothers and sisters who died bravely in the battle"

The Burning Empire was busy maintaining social stability and had not yet established a complete and well-connected railway system in North Ethel. The person responsible for welcoming the orcs was an imperial wizard who was proficient in teleportation spells.

"When meeting His Majesty, you must pay attention to etiquette. Kneeling is the most basic."

"Haha, of course, no one dares to disrespect His Majesty. What you should pay more attention to is not to be frightened by His Majesty's pressure."

While giving instructions on various matters, the wizard waved his staff and constructed a spell model of the portal.

Nur was secretly thinking in his heart, feeling quite puzzled, and even felt humiliated.

Although he was not as good as a hero like Batu, he was at least a famous warrior in the tribe. He even faced the ancient golden dragon and shot two arrows on his wings.

Is the emperor really so powerful? To the extent that even he would tremble and even faint?

The orcs did not get the image of the Red Dragon Emperor fighting. They only got the news that North Ethel was occupied by the Burning Empire-they did not know what the name "Casius" meant.

"Shua——"

The space twisted, and a rather narrow portal opened in front of them. The wizard said impatiently: "Okay, go in quickly."

"Okay."

The moment one foot stepped into the portal, Nur's hair stood on end and his whole body trembled.

"This, this is."

The orc felt an extremely terrifying pressure descending on him, like a mountain pressing on his back, making him almost unable to breathe.

The air around him was so hot, like purgatory, and the sweat oozing from his forehead was instantly evaporated and turned into wisps of water vapor.

The heart beat violently in his chest, and the orc raised his head with difficulty and looked at the huge cave in the distance.

"Father God Gruumsh is above"

At this moment, Nur finally understood the words of the wizard and knew that the other party was absolutely not exaggerating. (End of this chapter)