Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Suddenly, there was an uproar in the army, people's eyes were full of disbelief, and the chaotic discussions filled the surroundings.

"Is he the red dragon? The King of Burning Ashes?"

"How is it possible?"

"How can this be an evil dragon? He is obviously an elegant nobleman."

"Did Grand Duke Leo deceive us?"

Casius's charisma is enough to distort reality, even dragons will be affected unconsciously. Therefore, even if he appears in the form of a simple image, it is more than enough to make these mortals who have never seen the world sink.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of soldiers, Cassius began his performance:

"I think you may have some misunderstandings about me. After all, in the propaganda of the northern nobles, I am a dragon that eats people without spitting out bones, a demon that rapes women, and an invader who breaks peace and order."

"But the fact is that every time, every time, it is the northern nobles who take the initiative to provoke war, whether it is the three-nation coalition in the Battle of Trier or the so-called anti-red dragon alliance, just because they cannot tolerate a country that shakes the foundation of their rule, and cannot tolerate a Burning Kingdom that abandons serfdom and hereditary aristocracy."

Casius paused, with a hint of doubt in his tone, and his expression was also particularly sincere.

"Soldiers, I really want to know - what are you fighting for?"

"Do you really believe the ridiculous words of the Scandinavians that we share honor and disgrace? The North is not your country, but a paradise for the nobles. They regard you as 'gray animals' and lowly consumables."

"Everyone, please look back on your careless life in the North. When have you ever been treated in the eyes of the nobles?"

"The scholars of the kingdom said that class is the only criterion for dividing society. In the eyes of the nobles of the North, you who are of humble origins have never been the same species as them, so how can you become so-called compatriots?

"When they whipped serfs, violated young children, killed slaves for fun, and tortured you for generations, they never remembered that you were their compatriots."

Casius was not very passionate, but just stated the facts in a flat tone.

But just like this, countless soldiers rarely thought about it, their hearts began to waver, and some even believed in the words of the red dragon.

"Really. Is that so?"

"What he said seems to make some sense. "Yes, those nobles will not share their money with us." "My daughter was taken away by a certain noble." Cassius continued in a deep voice: "In fact, you have no reason to fight for them or sacrifice your life for them. Even if you don't fight against these nobles, it is already a great mercy and forgiveness." "And I promise here as a king and in the name of King Cassius of Burning Ashes - when the Burning Ashes Kingdom rules this land, you will regain the most basic dignity." "Hereditary serfdom will no longer exist, freedom and equality will become the main theme of society, anyone can get rich through hard work, and even work hard to become a noble, which is what has really happened in North Wind Castle in the past few years." Under the influence of charisma, Cassius' words were so sincere in the ears of the soldiers. However, considering the presence of officers, they could only whisper and give their own simple evaluations. "Do people like us have a chance to become nobles?" "It sounds good. "

"Then why are we still fighting?"

"This is much more generous than those stingy old men."

As the noisy discussions became more and more, Count Loren Bosco finally realized the other party's purpose - he wanted to split the army!

And what made Loren feel the most chilling was that even he himself couldn't help but sink into the words just now, and unconsciously agreed with them.

But even Cassius's words could not distort a person's identity. As a noble, Loren naturally realized the danger of these words.

"This is simply the devil's whisper!"

"How dare they listen to such words!"

"If it weren't for the leadership of our ancestors, would these beasts still be here today?"

Loren looked around at the hesitant soldiers, gnashing his teeth, his eyes full of hatred.

"This can't go on! "

Thinking of this, Loren rushed into the army on horseback. He swung his long sword with a ferocious face, beheaded an ordinary soldier who was talking enthusiastically and full of hope for the future, and raised the head high.

"Soldiers, you have been bewitched by the evil dragon!"

"And he is the fate of the rebels!"

"Did you all see it?"

Loren held up the bloody head and rode on his horse to inspect the army.

The soldiers who were whispering before suddenly fell silent. They couldn't help but shrink their necks, their faces full of fear, but they still stared at Loren, suppressing some strange emotions in their eyes.

Yes, they haven't come to that "ideal country" yet.

It is still under the rule of the northern nobles.

Loren seemed to be losing his mind. He threw away the head casually, pointed the bloody long sword at the shadow in the air, and said in an almost hoarse voice:

"Evil dragon! Did you see it? ”

“We Scanians are invincible and will never surrender!”

“Rosel Bosk’s glory will always shine on the North. We will rule here for a thousand years, ten thousand years!”

But the expression of the "King of Burning Embers" in the image did not change at all. He was still so indifferent, as if he had never looked directly at Lauren, or even completely ignored him.

Cassius looked down at tens of thousands of soldiers and said bluntly:

"It's just a pity that you are blocking the road to the unification of the kingdom, but I think you are a peace-loving dragon who doesn't like killing."

"I'll give you three hours. If you don't want to die, just leave here."

“Not much time”

Suddenly, the military formation became noisy again.

You must know that there are tens of thousands of people here, most of whom are serfs and civilians. There are only less than ten thousand noble soldiers. When the majesty of the northern nobles is broken, fleeing becomes a matter of course. matter.

They were of low origin and had very little education, but they could not understand many of Cassius's words, but they could understand the whipping and oppression of the nobles, because this was what they had personally experienced, and more importantly - they wanted to Stay alive.

"I want to live."

"Let's go, get out of here."

"I've had enough of those noble lords!"

"How can we defeat such an enemy?"

The soldiers began to flee, and the officers were unable to stop them.

But the army of Burning Ember Kingdom actually abided by the agreement. Even if someone fled in their direction, the army of the kingdom suppressed the urge to kill and did not take action. After all, this was the personal order of Red Dragon, and no one dared to disobey it.

Laurent roared hoarsely and chased the fleeing soldiers on horseback:

"Come back! You beasts!"

"The kindness of your ancestors will never end in your lifetime!"

His eyes were red, and he killed the deserters one after another, but he still could not stop the general trend of fleeing. After all, it was tens of thousands of people.

"Am I going to fail in this way?"

"Is it over before the battle begins?"

"These damn beasts, pigs, all deserve to go to hell! I was still too kind to them!"

Lauren was riding on the horse, panting heavily. His twisted face was covered with blood - but it was not his own, or even the enemy's.

"Sir, please stop, we still have to gather the remaining troops."

The adjutant quickly grabbed him and whispered.