Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

On that majestic mountain, the red dragon lay lazily in the cave. Its majestic body almost filled the cave, exuding an incomparable sense of oppression.

"Gruush is on top"

For a moment, Nuer was deeply shocked. He had never seen such a huge dragon. Even the hateful ancient golden dragon seemed insignificant in front of the Burning Emperor.

As if aware of the visitor's arrival, the red dragon opened its eyes and slowly climbed up from the cave. Its scarlet scales rubbed against the surrounding rock walls, making a rattling sound. The gravel on the roof of the cave fell, and the entire cave was covered with rubble. The mountains made a dull sound, as if every move he made was enough to cause the mountains to collapse and the earth to crack.

The red dragon stuck out its huge head and stared at the orcs condescendingly. Fire was flashing in its lava ball-like pupils, and the broad dragon wings behind it slowly unfolded, shrouding the orcs in shadow.

"Father God is above."

"This, how is this possible?"

Under the terrifying pressure of the giant dragon, half of the orcs in the mission went dark-eyed, fainted on the spot, foamed at the mouth, and even twitched all over.

The other half of the orcs also knelt down on the ground one after another, burying their heads low. They had lost the ability to think normally, and they only relied on their last willpower to stay awake.

Nuer, who calls himself a tribal warrior, also fell to his knees with a plop, his forehead pressed against the dusty ground. His blood was flowing rapidly and his heart was beating violently, almost breaking his chest.

As expected of the Ember Emperor who conquered North IJssel! He actually has such strength! Even the former Lord Batu couldn't defeat such a giant dragon.

If we form an alliance with such a being, what does that hateful golden dragon and that dwarf king mean? Even Evindeldan, who is known for his sturdiness, would fall apart and become fragile in front of such a giant beast.

In an instant, various emotions such as fear, shock, and excitement were intertwined in Nuer's heart. The bright future of avenging Batu and conquering the mountain kingdom seemed to be right in front of him.

Thinking of this, the orc warrior mustered up all his strength, tried his best to recall the previous reminder of the mage, and stammered: "I have seen His Majesty Cassius. We are the envoys from the Red Blood Tribe.

We have heard of your conquest of Aethyr, and we bring you the respect of Warchief Thoror. "

Cassius grinned with a ferocious smile and said slowly: "Guests from the grassland, don't be nervous, let alone be afraid. After all, I won't eat you alive."

"Hoo, hoo"

Nur and the other orcs felt their bodies lighten, and the pressure on their shoulders suddenly dissipated. They gasped for breath, and finally recovered from the extreme fear and panic.

Nur squeezed out a flattering smile on his ugly, fanged face, and used all the words of orc poetry in his mind to flatter him: "Your Majesty Cassius, your body is thicker than the mountains. To be majestic, your imposing grassland must be magnificent

Your Majesty, we are not afraid, but shocked by your power. Your Majesty, we never understood why you were able to conquer North IJssel until we saw your majesty with our own eyes. "

After the horse was photographed this time, the beast lowered his head again, resting his forehead on the ground, anxiously waiting for the emperor's further questions.

After all, they also know very well that unlike metal dragons, five-color dragons are evil existences, and red dragons are moody tyrants. No one knows whether they will accidentally offend the other party.

A heavy thunderous sound came from above their heads, and the red dragon asked: "Orcs of the Red Blood Tribe, why are you here?

"We want to form an alliance with the Ember Empire." Nur said hurriedly.

The red dragon's eyes flashed, obviously he had expected this, and he repeated those two words softly.

"An alliance?"

Nur quickly raised his head and said in an excited voice: "Yes, Your Majesty Cassius, your empire has just conquered the North IJssel Plain. It has strong military strength and achieved great results.

The next direction you conquer should be the alpine dwarf kingdom in the Blackstone Mountains! There are rich mineral veins there, and there are countless dwarf craftsmen who can create sophisticated weapons and equipment."

However, Cassius interrupted him directly: "Conquering the mountain dwarf kingdom is indeed a good idea, but the Burning Ember Empire is powerful enough, so why should we ally with you?"

Nur obviously did not expect that the other party would say such words. After thinking for a moment, he explained hurriedly: "We orcs have been fighting the dwarves for thousands of years. We have invaded Avendeldan several times and know their situation well. We absolutely The most suitable ally for the empire."

Cassius interrupted him again: "But how did I hear that you never won a victory? A few months ago, your entire army was wiped out again and you fled north in a hurry."

"No, Your Majesty, we are just"

The red dragon lowered his head, exhaled hot sulfur-smelling white smoke, and said with a ferocious smile: "What qualifications do losers like you have to form an alliance with the empire on an equal footing?"

"boom--"

Dust flew, gravel flew, and the earth roared.

Suddenly, strong pressure poured down again, pressing on the shoulders of the orcs. Even the ground collapsed under the pressure, and shallow pits appeared at their knees. Several orcs fainted, and the orcs present who could hold on could survive. There are already very few.

"No"

Nur murmured to himself, feeling that the beautiful vision of occupying Avendeldan and taking revenge on the dwarves had countless cracks in his heart, and was about to collapse and shatter.

No, he must convince the emperor! He wants to avenge Batu and change the tragic fate of the orcs for thousands of years!

Nur lowered his head and trembled violently. He tried his best to support his body. His voice was hoarse and he spat blood: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, our Red Blood Tribe can definitely provide enough help for the empire!"

Casius looked down at him, slowly spread his dragon wings, and asked jokingly: "In my opinion, you orcs have neither strong bodies nor sophisticated equipment. Apart from the barely tenacious vitality, you are simply useless.

I am very curious - where is your confidence?"

"Your Majesty Cassius"

Nur recalled what Chief Solo said to him before he left: If the other party refuses to cooperate or even wants to silence him, he must show the true power of the orcs - that is the gift of the father god Gruum!

He must let the red dragon in front of him pay attention to and respect the orcs, and fulfill the tribe's long-cherished wish to destroy the high mountain dwarf kingdom for thousands of years!

Thinking of this, Nur took out a pottery jar with rough runes from his fur bag and put it to his mouth.

The pottery jar contained some kind of black slurry with a foul smell and fishy smell. Its color was very dark, as if it wanted to swallow everything.

Chief Solo found these slurries from the Bindler River and named them "Blood of Gruumsh", saying that it was a gift from the Father God, and only the brave in the tribe were qualified to drink it.

"The confidence of the orcs comes from our ancestors, from the great Father God Gruumsh!"

Nur's voice was sonorous and powerful. He raised his head and opened his mouth without hesitation. The black liquid immediately rushed into his throat like a greedy beast.

"This is." Cassius observed this strange scene and did not stop it. He seemed to feel a familiar breath from these black slurries.

Bottomless abyss

Chaos, madness, distortion. The power contained in these slurries is very similar to the chaotic power of the abyss, but it is mixed with strange ingredients, which makes Cassius feel quite strange.

The black hand behind this special green-skinned orc is probably not only the bottomless abyss, but also some unknown mysterious existence.

Sure enough, after swallowing the "Blood of Gruumsh", the black liquid surged in the blood vessels, and the orc's body visibly expanded, becoming more sturdy and strong, and the fangs in his mouth continued to grow.

Moreover, this change is extremely strange. It doesn't look like the growth of a living thing at all, but more like the reproduction of fungi. The surface of the orc's body continues to proliferate hyphae and groups of moss-like disgusting substances, and finally gradually gathers into new muscles and skin.

"WAAAGH——"

The orc looked up to the sky and roared hoarsely, with a crazy red light in his eyes. His body, which was less than two meters long, expanded to more than three meters in a very short time, and became muscular.

"Emperor. Are the orcs now qualified to form an alliance?"

Nur grinned, revealing his ferocious fangs, and a sticky black liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth, emitting a strong fishy smell.

Casius did not respond, but looked up and down at the orc who had completed the "evolution", as if looking at a rare experimental product, with an interested expression: "Is this the so-called gift of Gruumsh?

The tough green skin seemed to be photosynthesizing, constantly absorbing energy from the outside world, and the huge body was also emitting tiny green spores to the outside world, and also produced some kind of violent force field that could distort reality.

"Haha, what an interesting life form."

In Casius's view, compared with the original brutal humanoid creature, this uglier, sharp-mouthed and fanged green skin is more like a combination of fungi and animals.

Without getting a response from the red dragon, the orc seemed a little angry. He said with a ferocious face: "Emperor Burning Embers, we have demonstrated such a powerful force, why are you still unwilling to form an alliance with the orcs? !"

"Powerful?"

The red dragon smiled contemptuously, waved his wings, raised an extremely strong gale, and descended in front of the orcs.

In front of the fifty-meter-long dragon, even the orcs who had completed the "evolution" were like a tiny ant.

The orcs, who had become much stronger and more sturdy, raised their heads, felt the hurricane coming in their faces, looked up at the figure that covered the sky, and finally realized that they were a little too arrogant.

Even Lord Batu, who was favored by the Father God, might not be able to defeat the red dragon in front of him, let alone himself?

"In front of real power, you are not worth mentioning at all! Compared with allies, you greenskins are more suitable to be the experimental subjects of the empire! "Casius roared and stretched out his huge claws.

The claw-shaped flickering magic force field materialized in front of the red dragon, grabbing the three-meter-tall mutant orc in mid-air, and crushing the unconscious orcs into meat patties.

Nur twisted and struggled hard in mid-air, roaring hoarsely: "Emperor Burning Embers, give me a way out! We are descendants of the great one-eyed god Gruumsh! Aren't you afraid of angering the Father God?"

"Would the orc god care about the life of a mere orc? Moreover, can you really be considered an orc now?"

Casius sneered, and the power of his claws continued to increase. The orc's body was squeezed and ravaged by the huge force, and even the tough green skin burst open, spewing turbid blood full of spores.

"WAAAGH!"

The orc roared again, emitting a frenzied force field all over his body, trying to disrupt the red dragon's scratching technique.

But as a legendary warlock and a transcendent spellcaster, Cassius's spells were of extremely high quality, and even a zero-ring scratching spell was definitely not something that this greenskin could interfere with.

"Bang!"

Finally, with a crisp explosion, the orc exploded in the air and was crushed to death by the red dragon, and Nur's dream of conquering Avenderdan and avenging Batu was shattered along with the end of his life.

The green blood, broken blood, and broken limbs were all spilled on the ground.

Cassius was quite surprised to find that the spores in the orc's body began to take root in the soil, growing continuously, greedily absorbing the surrounding substances and energy.

If they are not controlled, they may grow mushroom-like things and create new orcs, and just this corpse can produce dozens or even hundreds of new orcs.

"They are reproducing."

Casius looked at the broken bodies and limbs, and couldn't help but sigh: "What a terrifying reproductive ability. No wonder the orcs in the previous life could set off the 'greenskin disaster' that swept across the continent and destroyed several kingdoms in succession."

The red dragon spit out hot dragon flames, burning the body of the greenskin orc to ashes, and making the spores completely inactive.

He gently hooked his claws and collected some black slurry and green flesh and blood debris, and stored them in a closed dimensional bag.

"We still have to send these things to Trump and let the Empire's Ministry of Science and Technology study them carefully." Casius nodded with satisfaction.

Hundreds of miles away, the seven Trumps who were busy dealing with government affairs did not know that he was about to have a new job studying mutant orcs.

Paris Valley, north of the Ugo Prairie.

Under the shadow, an orc knelt on the ground and reported in a low voice: "Lord Solo, there has been no news from Nur and the others for several days. According to the witchcraft divination of the shaman in the tribe, most of them are dead."

"I know, what a bunch of trash." The extremely burly orc slowly stood up from the bone throne covered with green moss, revealing an extremely ferocious smile: "But we don't need the so-called allies anymore, the Red Blood Tribe is already strong enough!"

He is the current chief of the Red Blood Tribe - Solo. Blood Drinker, but now he has grown to more than six meters tall, just like a giant in green skin, much taller and stronger than the former chief Batu. Crusher, who is a god-favored one, and more in line with the orcs' definition of "mighty and powerful".

Solo raised the bone spear in his hand and shouted wildly: "Under the protection and grace of Father God Gruumsh, the great orcs will conquer the whole world!"

"WAAAGH!"

In front of Solo, countless orcs crowded together, like a green tide, they raised their weapons and rushed to shout fanatically, their shouts resounding through the sky.

In the damp and dark valley in the distance, there were already huge green mushrooms, they grew densely, occupying the entire valley, greedily absorbing the surrounding nutrients. (End of this chapter)