Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Seeing the burning wall of fire and the fleeing enemies, Doro suddenly blew out a burst of white smoke from his nostrils, picked up his ax and wanted to rush into the enemy's lines.

But he was stopped by Trump.

"It's time to retreat, Commander Doro."

Doluo turned his head in confusion, his red eyes filled with resentment: "Rump, in this situation, you told me to retreat? Did you accept those human gold coins?"

Trump said calmly: "This is the master's order. Do you want to disobey it?"

Doro spat and said viciously: "Rump, don't be too happy too early. I will truthfully report to the master about your inaction in this war."

"Hmph, let's go!"

Afterwards, the great goblin commander gathered his troops and prepared to return to the north of the pass.

Did Doluo get mad and lose his mind completely? He knew that Trump must have the confidence to say this.

Rumple ignored the angry hobgoblin leader and just took out the special green-footed dragon snake horn from the dimensional bag, which was engraved with magic runes.

He activated it easily.

Immediately afterwards, the majestic voice of the red dragon, recorded with magic, echoed throughout the battlefield, like thunder.

"Family members of the Burning Ember Nest——"

"Follow the order and retreat!"

Trump followed closely behind and shouted:

"This is the master's order, the will of the great red dragon!"

The ogre that was smashing the soldiers into pulp raised its head, the Chimera that was crushing the soldiers in the crowd twisted three heads in confusion, and the lizard man who inserted the spear into the enemy's chest pulled out the blood-stained bone spear, dived and sprayed The flying dragon of fire spreads its wings and slowly climbs

Although the relatives of the Burning Ember Nest did not understand why they had to evacuate, there was obviously no room for disobedience to the red dragon's order.

So even if they were killed heartily, they had no choice but to leave the battlefield and follow the instructions to evacuate from the front line. The ogres and hobgoblins were running, the earth dragon beasts were moving slowly, and the flying dragons and chimeras were flying in the air. They all rushed towards the special Escaped to the family camp north of Lier Mouthpiece.

Soon, only blood, the remains of humans and monsters, and still-burning embers were left on the ground.

"Am I dreaming."

"Are they gone?"

"By the gods, these monsters retreat!"

"I, I, actually survived."

"Oh my god——"

The coalition soldiers who had just experienced a brutal fight were stunned for a while. Most of them were covered with scars and blood, and they were in a daze, muttering to themselves, as if they were in a dream.

This inexplicable "victory" did not make them cheer as usual, but they just felt a sense of joy in surviving the disaster.

The staff officer came on horseback and reported breathlessly: "My lord, my lord! All the members of the Burning Ember Nest have retreated!"

Robert wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to worry about being knocked on the door.

But faced with such a situation, he was still a little puzzled: "They clearly have an absolute advantage, why do they want to retreat?"

Mr. "Grey Eagle" Schroeder had already withdrawn from the front line. He stood aside and thought for a moment before whispering: "Greedy and stingy monsters like red dragons rarely grant favors. Maybe the power of these monsters is not enough." Not given. And every power has its price."

"In other words, they're probably burning their own life."

Robert pondered for a moment and then said: "So what do you mean?"

"Is the Burning Nest afraid of a long war?"

Schroeder's voice was hoarse: "This is just a reasonable guess."

"All I can say is that maybe it is."

Robert walked out of the camp, stared at the back of the flying dragon flying in the sky, and finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Then chase!"

"This is the coalition's last chance to win."

"We must never let them recover again!"

The loud horn of charge sounded, and under Robert's order, the coalition soldiers continued to catch up and occupied the former positions, but their marching speed was very slow.

The soldiers marched languidly step by step, and even the horses neighed tiredly.

"Soldiers, victory is at hand!"

"These monsters won't last long!"

"You will become the heroes who maintain order in the North!"

The Overseer officer shouted passionately, but the soldiers just looked on with cold eyes.

"Victory? What a joke."

"Has this guy seen the fangs of a flying dragon?"

"Has he been hit with an ogre's club?"

Whispers of disapproval echoed through the ranks.

These soldiers who had experienced brutal fighting were already tired of war and avoided war. They did not desert only out of self-protection. Although the governor officers repeatedly emphasized to them the retreat of the monsters, the soldiers still He followed slowly, fearing that he would catch up if he walked too fast.

And they used this method to passively avoid war, and even the governor could not punish them on the grounds of military law.

…

North of the Throat of Trier.

Trump stood halfway up the mountain, condescendingly looking down at the coalition forces that were slowly pursuing him in the distance, with a smile of anticipation on his ugly face.

"Northland guys."

"You finally came to die..."

And he was surrounded by ogres, hobgoblins, kobolds, lizardmen and other Burning Ember Familia, and even the captured nobles were brought here.

They were noisy and noisy, and the violence caused by the fighting had not completely faded away.

"I killed twelve humans with a hammer."

"Haha, I crushed them alive."

"What a pity, I want to taste blood again."

"Tsk, isn't it here?"

As the monsters talked, their greedy eyes couldn't help but look at the noble captives.

Viscount Luton was terrified by the monsters around him. He asked the tiefling nervously: "Sir, you, what are you doing here?"

"Please protect our safety."

Medrolash smiled and didn't answer.

"I was fighting hard, why did you withdraw?"

"Yes, I only took 600 contributions."

"Is this the end of the war?"

"Is there a final mission?"

"No cutscenes?"

Players also followed the mission guide and came to the camp halfway up the mountain to watch the excitement.

Seeing the coalition approaching in the distance, Trump just raised his staff.

[Stone Wall]

The ground rumbled.

A thick stone wall slowly rose up, completely blocking the only remaining exit of Trier Throat, and also trapped nearly 10,000 remaining soldiers of the coalition in the Trier Valley.

"This is what the master said, 'Catching a turtle in a jar'." Trump muttered to himself as he looked at the coalition troops below in an uproar.