Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

As the heavy metal door slowly opened, Medrash strode into the hall, half-knelt in front of the steps, and said in a deep voice:

"Master, Nocturne has received the latest intelligence."

"The Principality of Bosk spent a lot of money to recruit a legendary adventurer team from the south - Bloody Blade. This team is well-known in the Fadlan Empire and has a very high efficiency in completing tasks. They have killed thirteen dragons, even..."

Medrolash paused, he looked up carefully, and found that Kasius looked normal before continuing:

"Including a very old red dragon."

"Oh?"

"It seems that the old lion has spent a lot of money."

Kasius stroked his chin and said so.

That is a very old red dragon, extremely tyrannical and violent, with a basic challenge level of 20. Even he would not underestimate such an opponent. And the adventurer team that can kill such a very old red dragon is definitely not an ordinary person.

Kasius immediately became interested.

"Any other information about this team?"

"Master, please forgive us. We still have too few people in the south and our foundation is still shallow. We can only find the most basic information on paper."

The red dragon nodded slightly, indicating that he should continue.

"There are five people in this team, all of whom should be top professionals at the legendary level, including paladins, barbarians, mages, wanderers, and priests. The personnel are very balanced."

The tiefling crushed a piece of crystal, and the image of a burly man in blood-red heavy armor appeared in the air.

"This is the leader of the Bloody Blade, the paladin Dex Yanjin, who believes in the law and the god of the sun Amaunator, and once killed an old blue dragon alone. We don't know his holy oath yet, but based on his past deeds, he is very likely a black knight who has sworn an oath of revenge."

Then, a plump woman in a white robe appeared in the picture.

"This is Ingrid Garces, a legendary priest and one of the honorary bishops of the Church of Amaunator. According to her beliefs, she can only be a priest of the realm of light or order."

The original picture disappeared, and a tall man with a naked upper body and red tattoos all over his body appeared.

"Lano, a legendary barbarian, was born in a barbarian tribe on the border of Fadlan and once defeated an entire giant tribe in hand-to-hand combat."

"As for the remaining two, our spies in the south have not found any information yet. The information of the mage is very expensive and is said to be related to the mysterious "Tower of Time". The wanderer is very good at disguising himself and rarely appears outside openly."

Medrolash collected the broken crystal fragments and put them in his backpack, quietly waiting for the red dragon's order.

"You did a good job."

"Tsk tsk, it's really a luxurious team configuration, but how much did the old lion cost?"

Casius was a little emotional, but still couldn't help asking.

Medorash answered without hesitation: "As far as we know, the basic commission of the Bloody Blade is as high as 60,000 gold coins, and if you want them to attack a noble and powerful being like you, the price will double again, and the conservative estimate will be 120,000 gold coins."

"And according to our intelligence, this is equivalent to the tax revenue of the Principality of Bosk for three years. Add to that the military expenditure in recent years, and they should be about to empty the treasury."

Casius was very satisfied with this answer.

"What a big deal, is the Principality of Bosk going to fight to the death?"

The corner of the red dragon's mouth curled up a smile.

"But the nobles of other countries in the North may not think so. They have tasted the sweetness of being compradors, and they may sell us the gallows hanging around their necks."

"Fighting is so tiring and painful. Isn't it nice to be a comprador to cut the leeks of the people of your own country?"

"Add to that the secret interference of Nocturne, and the countries in the North will only be a mess."

Medrolash immediately echoed: "Master, many rebels in the North are simply vulnerable in front of your kingdom. Their order is as fragile as paper."

Casius nodded again: "However, we still have to pay attention to some assistance from the south. The power of the Fadlan Empire far exceeds any force in the North. They can easily take out something to affect the situation in the entire Anzeta. The Anzeta Wasteland is still too small and too remote."

"Continue to pay attention to the information of the legendary team, and report to me immediately if there is any situation."

"Yes, Master."

Medrolash said respectfully, and then left under the eyes of the tiefling guards.

Cassius slowly closed his eyes and relaxed his body, trying to relax from the tension of many days and do some meditation recorded in ancient books. This is also a good way to temporarily fight against the chaotic will deep in his heart.

But the voice of Tiefling came again outside the palace, interrupting his meditation.

"Your Majesty, Lord Rump requests an audience."

"Let him in too."

The red dragon opened his eyes impatiently, and his sight seemed to see the outside world through the steel gate, leaving the territory of the Kingdom of Burning Ashes, and even leaving the Great Wasteland of Anzeta, and seeing the entire vast continent of Feanso.

"Tsk, it's a troubled time again."

Bosk Principality, Stravburg, Duke's Mansion.

Grand Duke Leo paced back and forth anxiously.

"Trischka, when will those people arrive?"

"You must know that our scouts have discovered traces of the red-scaled conqueror on the border. Damn it, that red dragon has awakened. He may break into the principality at any time and even destroy Strafburg alone!"

Unlike those northern nobles who are immersed in the dream of peace, Leo Bossk knows very well that no one in the North can stop Cassius now. The giant dragon can come at any time and destroy everything. He must get help from the outside world as soon as possible. support, even if it costs a heavy price.

"Your Excellency, it's very soon. I'm still trying to contact them."

Trischka looked quite helpless as he was constantly adjusting a token in the form of a blood coat of arms.

Suddenly, the space around him twisted, deformed, and even shattered without warning.

Archduke Leo subconsciously clenched the sword at his waist. This was a conditioned reflex from years of fighting.

"That is--"

The guard next to him also looked quite nervous, and he drew out his spear in a panic.

Immediately afterwards, a dark space crack appeared in the hall of the Duke's Palace, and several figures walked out of it.

The leading man was tall and tall, wearing heavy blood-colored armor. He held a shield inlaid with dragon scales in his left hand and had a long sword with a shimmering light on his waist. His head was covered by a heavy helmet, and the face hidden behind it could not be seen—this was none other than Dex Flame Gold.

Archduke Leo frowned slightly at this group of uninvited guests who broke into the Duke's Mansion without defecation, but he still reminded them tactfully.

"It is not polite to use teleportation spells to enter other people's houses."

Dex Yanjin ignored him, and just silently pulled out the long sword from his waist, and then said: "The etiquette of the North is meaningless to us. We are not guests. You only need to tell me that Message from a red dragon.”

The barbarian Lano beside him added impatiently: "And shut up that verbose mouth of yours."

Grand Duke Leo was slightly startled.

It had been a long time since he had been treated so rudely.

Only then did Leo Bosque realize that the other party was a legendary professional from Fadland, and that he was just a Duke within Anzetta.

The etiquette of the Northland has no binding effect on them. Their only purpose of coming here is to complete the employment and get gold coins.

Trishka also had a wry smile on his face and shook his head helplessly.