Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Looking at the twelve newly emerged Dragon-born Paladins below, Cassius exhaled a breath of sulfur-smelling smoke and praised casually:

"Fried, you have a pretty good eye."

After all, as a mortal, those who can accept the violent bloodline of the red dragon without being crushed to death are definitely the best. And this time all twelve candidates succeeded, which was far beyond his expectations.

Fried lowered his head and responded calmly: "It is an honor for me to receive your praise."

He knew very well that his only mission was to find and train Dragonsworn Paladins for Cassius. As a "Black Lion Knight" who once served the enemy, and unlike Metrolash, who is not tied to enough interests, even with the absolute suppression of blood, Cassius will not trust him to hand over all the power of the Dragonsworn Palace to him. In his hands, he became the person directly in charge.

Therefore, Fried was very sensible and even took the initiative to hand over his power to the kingdom, deliberately downplaying his own influence and focusing on cultivating candidates.

Cassius nodded slightly with satisfaction and turned his gaze to Anthony.

"You will become the 'Twelve Dragon Guards' of the Dragon Oath Hall."

"Anthony, I admire you very much for being able to maintain your sanity after being transformed. As a gift of courage and perseverance, you will be ranked first among the dragon warrior knights, and you can also choose your own honorary title."

This young man who walked out of the basement has now completely overcome his inner demons and has become a loyal supporter of the order of the kingdom.

"Master, I am willing to be the 'Judge', to enforce the order of the kingdom with an iron fist, and to burn with flames all enemies who attempt to disrupt the order."

He knelt on the ground with one knee, his expression was excited, and his eyes were as hot as flashing flames.

"I allowed it."

Cassius said calmly, and he looked at Freed again.

Fried immediately understood, stepped forward, and said respectfully: "Master, I am going to take them to accept the work of Dragonsworn Hall. We will not disturb you anymore and leave first."

The red dragon nodded slightly.

Freed then left with Anthony, each of them carrying the two unconscious Dragonsworn Paladins, which looked quite funny. The tiefling attendants who received the order also entered the temple and assisted them in moving the unconscious people away.

Cassius narrowed his eyes slightly, watching their leaving figures, and thought a little funny:

"You have a big appetite for trial."

These twelve young men who received the gift from Cassius himself will become the future leaders of the Dragonsworn Hall, cultivating more Dragonsworn Paladins for the Ember Kingdom.

The blood seeds connected to the power of the red dragon in their bodies can also become the source of transforming dragon-veined dependents, actively giving gifts to mortals, but the effect is far less powerful than Cassius's personal gift, and the blood after transformation is also relatively thin.

In just a few years, with them as the source, hundreds of dragon-born holy warriors can be derived, becoming an important force in the Ember Kingdom.

Compared to the Crimson Scale Conquerors who use reconnaissance and air strikes as their main means and are similar to aerial scouts, the Dragonborn Paladins are more like heavy infantry and can play a greater role in frontal wars.

When legion-sized Dragonborn Paladins appear on the battlefield, marching like an indestructible mobile fortress, with countless protective auras and flame auras complementing each other, the scene will definitely become a nightmare that no enemy is willing to face.

Cassius studied the spell for a while, and finally couldn't help the sleepiness in his heart.

"You can finally have a good sleep now."

"I'll inform Trump later and ask him to do a good job of magic protection. It's time to start the next sleep."

Yawning again, Cassius's body was filled with magma-like ripples, and the sulfurous smell became even stronger.

Suddenly, Cassius's expression froze, and the scales on the upper part of his golden eyes wrinkled slightly.

As a warlock who can influence reality with his will, Red Dragon clearly felt subtle changes in the magic network, as if a pair of invisible eyes were peering at him. This feeling made him very uncomfortable.

"Another prophecy spell?"

"Oh, you really don't know how to live or die."

Cassius laughed angrily, feeling quite irritable in his heart. He had the urge to burn the guy who disturbed his rest to charcoal.

Although the influence of this spell is almost imperceptible, the authority of the kingdom still allows him to clearly detect everything, and he can even faintly trace the source of the spell - it is in the deep mountains and forests on the outskirts of the palace, only a few miles away from here. .

A ferocious smile appeared on the red dragon's face, and its wings gradually opened.

"Then let me see for myself - who wants to disturb my clear dream?"

On the outskirts of the palace, in the forests of Kaleba Mountain.

Because it is too close to the Iron Dragon Wing Palace, and it was once used as a gathering place for rebels and a hiding place for northern nobles who escaped from Beifong Castle, this mountain forest has become the back garden of the palace, where flying dragons and hobgoblins often patrol and search. Unidentified persons coming and going.

At this time, there were rustling noises and whispers in the woods.

The female elf with pointed ears wearing an emerald green cloak whispered: "Richard, be careful and don't use spells to spy anymore. According to the alliance's intelligence, he is a spellcaster who can cast high-level spells."

The man called "Richard" turned around and patted the elf on the shoulder with a relaxed expression.

It can be seen that his ears are different from ordinary people and his appearance is slightly delicate, which is obviously a symbol of half-elf.

"Abis, you are a little too cautious, but I know that.

"Warlocks are just barbarians among spell casters. This is a spell scroll made by Master Kavina himself. Even the evil red-robed mage can't detect this spell. A red dragon with a brain full of muscles? Oh, let alone that. ”

Then, he once again focused his attention on spell spying.

His name is Richard Seagal, a well-known ranger in the Fadland Empire, a "Fairy Wanderer" favored by the Supreme Fairy, and a senior member of the Harpers Alliance.

He accepted the mission assigned by the alliance and marked it as "extremely dangerous", and went north to Anzeta with the elf assassin Abis to investigate the evil force Burning Kingdom, which has been on the rise recently.

"I don't know why, but I always have a bad feeling. Trust me, this is the assassin's intuition."

Abis reminded with a solemn expression.

"etc--"

Richard turned his head again, with panic in his eyes.

"That red dragon seems to have discovered us."

Abier quickly urged: "Then what are you waiting for? Use your magic to get out of here quickly! The task given to us by the alliance is to detect intelligence, not to slay the dragon!"

Richard lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, maybe I was really wrong."

"Abiel, didn't you notice? The magic network here is gradually being imprisoned. I'm afraid we won't be able to escape."

"Idiot! (Elvish)"

Abier clenched her dagger and cursed through gritted teeth.