Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"here."

"Is this the palace?"

Misha carefully looked around, her eyes sweeping over the tall and majestic city walls, the standing stone pillars, and touching the majestic steel palace in the distance.

Old John once told her that this palace was the residence of His Majesty Cassius, and the treasures of the entire kingdom were gathered in it.

"Ouch——"

Seeing Rumple and Misha coming, the flying dragons on the stone pillars all raised their heads and let out a long roar, while the tieflings guarding the door also bowed their heads in greeting.

Captain Ekmon of the Tiefling Guards took a step forward and said respectfully: "Good day, Lord Rumple. Your Majesty is waiting for you in the main hall."

"I see."

Lang Pu nodded slightly in greeting, and she and he then tapped their staffs and took Misha down to the ground together, walking on foot.

Rumple walked inside with familiarity and whispered: "This is the residence of His Majesty Cassius, the most sacred and inviolable place in the entire kingdom. Here, any flying or teleportation spells will be regarded as trespassing."

"Even I had to walk in there as a tribute to His Majesty."

The ogre magician was huge, and even though he had deliberately slowed down, he was still two meters away with one step, making Misha reluctant to follow him.

But she replied breathlessly: "Yes, my lord."

However, when they fully entered it, Misha was so amazed by the sight they saw that she stopped for a moment.

"This is."

Although some newly cultivated vegetation covers it, the ground is still full of black, solidified lava, slightly undulating or wide mound-shaped, and even still showing a flowing posture.

Another wave of hot air with a strong sulfur smell hit her face, making her feel like she was in the crater of a volcano.

Trump stopped and said excitedly: "Did you see it? This is His Majesty's great power. It is just an unintentional leakage of power, which is unimaginable by mortals."

"I will use my magic to protect you."

He was about to raise the staff, but found that Misha closed her eyes, took a deep breath of hot air, and even her whole body relaxed.

"No need, Mr. Trump."

"Thank you for your concern, but I feel great now, better than ever."

Misha slowly opened her eyes, the firelight dancing in her brown pupils, and her pretty face was full of excitement.

For a warlock who is extremely fond of the fire element, entering the hot environment created by the red dragon is like a duck in water, and his whole body is filled with energy.

"That would be perfect."

An imperceptible surprise flashed across Trump's face.

Being able to feel comfortable in such an extreme environment, Misha's talent may exceed expectations, and even makes Trump feel a little envious - he finally understands the feelings of those mages who despise warlocks as "barbarians".

On the way, Trump kept emphasizing to Misha the supremacy of the red dragon and repeated the etiquette of meeting him over and over again.

They walked along the road for dozens of minutes and finally came to the end and saw the full view of this majestic palace.

"Wow."

Although she was mentally prepared, Misha couldn't help but scream when she raised her head.

The Steel Dragon Wing Palace is built against the mountain, shaped like a wide spread dragon wing. The main body of the palace is made of refined steel - there are hundreds of ferocious cracks made by red dragons on it, and even after many renovations, they cannot cover them all. But it shows a certain sense of primitive power.

Lang Pu bowed slightly, waited outside the palace, and whispered:

"Misha, this is the main hall of the palace, where His Majesty always lives. Remember the etiquette I taught you."

"Go, His Majesty wants to see you alone."

"Yes, Lord Trump, I will remember your teachings."

Misha nodded solemnly.

During this period, she looked back slightly awkwardly from time to time. Only after Trump's eyes indicated that there was no problem, did she dare to move forward.

"Although Mr. Trump is a bit ugly, he is a warm-hearted and good man - at least much better than those nobles with human faces and animal hearts. They should all be hung on the stake and burned to death."

Misha thought in her heart.

"I just don't know what the legendary His Majesty will be like."

While she was thinking, she raised her head and found that she had reached the heavy door, and she suddenly felt uneasy.

She called softly:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty. I'm here."

Before she finished speaking, Misha quickly covered her mouth because she realized that she had forgotten the steps taught by Lang Pu due to her nervousness.

But fortunately, nothing unexpected happened.

"boom--"

With a rumbling sound, the heavy door carved with a ferocious dragon head slowly opened.

Misha's legs were already shaking a little, but she still tried her best to control her nervousness, followed Trump's instructions and walked in step by step with her head lowered, and finally knelt in front of the stairs.

"Your Majesty, I am Misha, and I am here to see you."

"Don't be nervous, get up."

There was a hint of smile in this voice, and it seemed that it was not as cold and ruthless as imagined.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Misha stood up, raised her head carefully, and finally saw the majestic figure on the throne.

——The huge red dragon body is sitting on the Iron Throne, with ripples like magma flowing on its surface. There are several crown-like horns on the top of the dragon's head, and the light golden pupils are dancing with fire.

Just by existing there, the red dragon was like the incarnation of the fire element.

But the strange thing is that although Misha felt fear and trembling, some stronger emotion overshadowed them-that was intimacy.

Yes, it’s intimacy.

More precisely, it is attachment to a higher cognate power.

There was also fire flashing in Misha's brown pupils, and she felt that the fire elements in her body were being inspired. They were beating constantly, as if they were cheering, paying tribute, and bowing to the red dragon.

Cassius was also looking at the girl in front of him carefully, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Misha."

"The 'Elizabeth Witch' who killed countless players in her previous life is still a child at this time."

"It's really interesting."

In his eyes, the girl in front of him was almost out of the human category and could be classified as a semi-magical creature. Every drop of blood in her body was filled with the element of fire.

This talent had a more appropriate name in the previous life - "Son of the Elements".

Misha hesitated, tucking the corners of her clothes into a ball, not knowing what to say.

But it was Cassius who spoke first and said calmly: "Rump has informed me of your intention. Do you want to take revenge on Leo Bosque?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"That shameless guy planned the Magul Incident and brutally killed my grandfather. I want to avenge him!"

Misha quickly replied.

When talking about this topic, her voice no longer trembled, but became more sonorous and powerful. (End of chapter)