Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Burning Embers Kingdom, North Wind Castle.

Thick smoke billowed out of tall chimneys in the distance, making the sky a little turbid, but people have long been accustomed to it. The renovated and smooth road was busy with traffic and people coming and going. They were either working hard in a factory, handling documents for the palace, or merchants coming here to trade.

In the fast-paced life of North Wind Castle, everyone has their own things to do.

But today seems a little unusual, and many people stopped and listened.

"Big event! Big event!"

"The awarding ceremony is about to begin!"

"His Majesty Cassius will come to the central square and personally bestow the gift! Whether it is human or dependents, you can participate!"

The newsboy shook the newspaper in his hand, trotting and shouting to the crowd, shouting particularly hard - after all, after completing this mission, he can get three silver coins as an official reward.

On the notice board beside the road, the tiefling guards also tore off the somewhat old rewards and posted the latest notice leaflets for people to obtain this important information.

Citizens gathered in front of the notice board and talked about it.

"Honor ceremony?"

"Tsk, I'm afraid it's just another one-man show by those relatives. It has nothing to do with us weak humans."

"I want to go and see it."

"Yeah, I've been here for two years, and I've never seen the legendary Majesty."

"Hehe, if you have this time, you might as well earn a few more silver coins."

"Let's at least join in the fun. Maybe the Majesty will be happy and give us some gold coins from his claws? It is said that he has millions of gold coins."

In a blink of an eye, the central square was bustling.

After several years of development and population migration and gathering, there are already 60,000 permanent residents in Beifeng Castle. At this moment, nearly one-third of them have come here, and nearly 20,000 people are crowded in the square, making this originally spacious square blocked.

Whether they were merchants, workers, or soldiers, and whether they were humans, ogres, or tieflings, all the residents of Northwind Castle gathered here, like a bunch of messy flowers, looking forward to watching this rare event.

The tiefling guards held spears, one next to the other, lined up in neat rows, and surrounded a huge open space in the middle of the square.

Here once stood the stone statue of the heroic ancestor of the Rackman family, the "Duke of Norman". After the kingdom took over, the original statue was smashed to pieces and replaced with a majestic statue of a red dragon.

Today, the statue of the red dragon has also been transported to the door of the City Hall, and a huge altar engraved with dragon wing patterns has been built here, and dozens of thick stone pillars have been erected around it.

The ones in the front are naturally the dragon vein clans such as ogres and hobgoblins. Those who hold high positions among them, such as Rump, have been specially arranged with seats to watch the event leisurely, while most humans are blocked behind.

"Don't squeeze in front of me, get out of the way!"

"Asshole, do you want to fight?"

"When does the ceremony start?"

"It's too stuffy here."

Since there were so many people participating in the ceremony, pushing and shoving was inevitable, and complaints were heard constantly. Even the well-trained Tiefling Guards could only barely maintain order.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

"Look there!"

People looked up and saw the two-legged dragons in the sky approaching from a distance like surging dark clouds, almost covering the sun. The Chimeras flew on both wings of the team, like a welcoming guard.

The huge red dragon, nearly 30 meters long, slowly flapped its wings in the team. Every time it flapped its wings, people thousands of meters away could feel the scorching wind, and the air in the city became hot.

A white dragon followed behind the red dragon, flying step by step like the most loyal servant, and its bright color embellished the dragon group.

As this spectacular team arrived, the people who had just been noisy couldn't help but hold their breath, and the square with more than 20,000 people fell into silence.

The dragon group was coming, casting a shadow of several miles around, covering everyone in the square.

"Boom!"

Casius landed on the top of the altar with a bang, stirring up gusts of wind.

Those atavistic flying dragons and chimeras circled and landed, and finally stopped at the top of the stone pillar. The white dragon Tinija undisputedly occupied the stone pillar closest to the red dragon.

"Roar--"

They all raised their heads and roared in resonance.

Casius didn't say anything, but took a step forward and slowly stretched out his extremely broad dragon wings. The dragon crystal on his chest was leaping with hot light, as if it contained endless power.

Suddenly, with him as the center, a powerful wave spread out.

The invisible pressure spread, and all the mortals present instinctively lowered their heads and worshiped it.

"The Burning King!"

"King!"

"Great Red Dragon!"

The dragon vein followers raised their weapons and burst into cheers.

With the crushing victory along the way, Cassius's prestige has become stronger and stronger, and has long become a spiritual belief for the followers. Even if he has been dormant for several years, he can still make them passionate about it.

The emotions of human beings are more complex, mostly in awe. After all, they once existed as "conquered subjects" or even "trophies". Although the Red Dragon has brought a better life to some people, they ultimately need more time to adapt to such a change in status.

As for those who resisted in the dark, their feelings were even more indescribable.

According to rumors from the outside world, the red dragon had a fierce fight with the black wizard, and was seriously injured as a result before falling into a deep sleep. However, it seems that this is definitely not the case now. This left them speechless with a glimmer of hope.

——For example, the former baron Farlow Trishid is hidden in the crowd.

"How is it possible? How could he be so powerful?"

"It's only been three years."

Farlow's voice was trembling, and his knees were weak.

As a former member of the Northland nobles, he missed his past life very much and had lived in the North Wind Castle incognito for a long time. He contacted the South privately and acted as an internal support for the Harpers.

If Cassius was only the size of an adult red dragon, in his superficial understanding he was still an enemy that could be "defeated". So Cassius, who is now nearly thirty meters long and has developed a special form, is completely beyond his understanding, and even makes him feel particularly desperate.

"It's just unbeatable."

Farlow looked at the red dragon spreading its wings in the distance and couldn't help but mutter to himself.