Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

In the vast wilderness, among the rolling mountains, there is a long and narrow road, like a long snake.

Magure Commercial Road.

This is a trade road with a long history, traveled by countless merchants for thousands of years. It was once the main communication channel between the Principality of Lakman and the Principality of Bosque. It was also the only way for the exchange of goods and the transportation of materials. The road was full of Traces of the past.

"Notify those in front to leave quickly!"

"If we can't deliver on time this time, the higher ups will be blamed."

The middle-aged man's rough voice came from the most luxurious passenger carriage, with the emblem of flames and vertical pupils on the front of the carriage.

A caravan with hundreds of carriages was hurriedly traveling on the ancient road, loaded with goods from the Kingdom of Burning Ember. There were hundreds of heavily armed hobgoblin soldiers guarding both sides of the caravan - this was the result. The "Free Trade Caravan" led by Hart is also a large-scale official caravan representing the Kingdom of Burning Ember.

This caravan is notorious in the countries of the North, but it attracts countless low-level citizens. They dump a large amount of cheap goods, making the Scanyans who have never seen good goods willingly hand over their gold and silver.

"call--"

The cold wind howled by, lifting the car curtain.

In the luxurious carriage, Earl Hart couldn't help but exhale a breath of sulfur-smelling hot air. As a nobleman with hot dragon blood, he hated this cold and windy weather.

"Damn it, it's the strange wind in the north again."

"When His Majesty unifies Anzeta, I have to find a way to do business in the south. The weather here is really bad."

Hart rubbed his chin covered with scales and muttered to himself.

At the front of the caravan, Old John was leading the carriage and walking along the road. The wind made his thin body tremble. He couldn't help but wrap up his cotton clothes tightly to protect his weather-beaten hand. Old bones.

"Bless the Ember King."

"Hopefully everything goes well this time too."

Looking at the endless trade road, Old John muttered something.

In the mouths of the merchants, His Majesty of the Kingdom seems to have some kind of divine power that can grant them luck. Otherwise, how could they have made a lot of money in just a few years and squeezed out the merchants from other countries in the North? How about unspeakable?

Over time, grooms like Old John also became accustomed to praying when traveling. It was not that they were very pious, but they just prayed for peace habitually.

Old John was also born a serf.

However, when he was in his twenties, he was sold to a caravan and became a traveling slave. Later, the caravan was captured by the kingdom's army, and the leader of the caravan was beheaded in public.

But old John was lucky. Not only did he gain his freedom, he also got a job as a groom because he was familiar with the trade routes.

"Old man, how long until we get there?"

The head of a girl suddenly popped out of the carriage. She was about eight or nine years old. She wore pigtails that were newly popular in the Kingdom. She looked weird.

"Misha, didn't I tell you to stay well in the carriage?"

With a serious look on his face, John tapped the girl's head lightly with the short stick on his riding crop.

"Humph, forget it if you don't tell me."

The girl touched her head and shrank back into the carriage angrily.

She was originally a "commodity" in the slave caravan of the Northland nobles. She was later rescued and adopted by John, and named "Misha". Old John had no heirs, so he treated the girl as his biological granddaughter and spent all his meager salary on the girl's education.

However, Misha always disobeys discipline. She secretly hides in the goods and sneaks into the caravan, which gives Old John a headache.

Old John drove the horse and muttered:

"I told you a long time ago that doing business is not a piece of cake. Bandits and monsters on the road may kill you!"

"With the protection of the kingdom's elites, do we still have to worry about safety issues? Hehe, I'm here anyway, just let me see it, and I just happen to come to accompany you."

"well"

Old John sighed deeply and shook his head. This naughty girl always made him feel helpless, but he was also moved unintentionally.

He looked at the road in the distance and frowned slightly.

"The Magul Trade Road today seems a little strange."

"It's a little too quiet."

The experienced John saw the clues at a glance. Magur was considered one of the busiest trade routes in the North. Usually there would be other caravans traveling on this trade road, but today they were the only ones.

"I hope it's a coincidence."

Old John thought so.

He is just a humble groom and is not qualified to decide the caravan's actions. He can only obey Lord Hart's arrangements.

After all, in the Great Wilderness of Anzeta, except for those irrational beasts, no one would provoke the Kingdom of Jhin’s caravan without the foresight, and the beasts often did not pose any threat.

The horses in the caravan became restless, and Old John suddenly frowned and raised his lips.

"Wait, this is"

It turned out that the ground was shaking.

There was a rapid, loud sound of horse hooves.

Old John turned his head hastily——

I saw countless cavalry rushing down from the highest point of the hillside, galloping wantonly on the ground. The shiny armor and the shimmering spear tips formed a torrent of steel in the wilderness, and the lion's flag fluttered in the wind.

"For the Principality of Bosque!"

"For order in the North!"

Such cries sounded from afar.

They are the most elite cavalry in the North, and they are also soldiers of the Bosque family!

"Enemy attack!"

"He's from the Principality of Bosque!"

"Who gave them the courage? They are declaring war on the kingdom!"

"Damn it, I'm afraid this has been planned for a long time!"

The caravan suddenly became chaotic, and people's shouts and curses were mixed together, making John feel dizzy.

Old John turned to look at the carriage behind him. Even though he was covered in sweat, he still tried his best to maintain his composure and whispered to the carriage: "Misha, promise me not to come out.

"Remember, no matter what happens, don't come out!"

But before he could finish his words, he was roughly pulled away by the hobgoblin soldiers.

After a moment of confusion, the caravan hurriedly responded to the battle under the command of Hart, and as a member of the caravan, Old John was also drawn to cooperate in the battle.

Hart personally came to the front of the formation, pointed at the cavalry attacking from a distance and yelled: "Shoot them into sieves!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The hobgoblin soldiers raised their spears and fired lead bullets, knocking down dozens of armored knights in the distance in just a moment.

This was originally an invincible tactic that could travel almost across the entire Northland, but now there were inevitable loopholes.

Because there are too many cavalry, and they are almost all Bosque's elite, but the hobgoblins have no cover. These cavalrymen charged without fear, and soon rushed forward, stepping on the corpses of their companions, piercing the chests of the hobgoblins with their spears, and cutting off their heads with their sabers.

The hobgoblins also put on spears and bayonets, splitting the horse's legs or impaling the knight on the horse.

"For the Kingdom of Burning Ember!" "For the Principality of Bosque!" the voices are heard endlessly.

The brutal fighting began.

The roar of gunfire, the sound of gun tips piercing flesh, the sound of horse hooves, wails, and roars intertwined on this battlefield, and together they composed a piece of music that smelled of blood.