Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

In the early morning of March 1, 1786, in the Third Era, the coronation ceremony was held as scheduled.

The newly built Istalia venue was large enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, and people could observe the ceremony from different locations. But the main roads and the altar in the center of the venue were guarded by tiefling soldiers, and no outsiders were allowed to enter.

On the eve of the ceremony, the place was already bustling with people.

More than 100,000 people came from all over Anzeta and even Fianso with dry food, water and even temporary beds. They chose a suitable location outside Istalia in advance and fell asleep on the spot at night.

Among them were citizens of the kingdom who wanted to watch the fun, merchants and minstrels from the south, and Harper spies mixed in among them.

Of course, the players didn't want to miss this "large-scale event", so they rushed over overnight carrying the maza. Except for those players who were previously sentenced to forced labor for defecting to the North, almost all players came to Istalia to watch this rare event.

There are also many summoned monster families, occupying some positions in the inner field according to the official distribution of the kingdom.

There were also envoys from all over Fianso, who were arranged to go to various areas of the venue after making announcements, greetings, and giving out congratulatory gifts.

Among them are not only the envoys of the three kingdoms of Cassander, Thrace, and Seleucid, but also special forces such as the Tower of Time, the Corrupt Swamp, and the Star-Moon Hills.

Humans, elves, dwarves, dragonborn, halflings

Envoys of various races appeared in the venue, and they gathered together, making the place a little noisy.

"Ouch——"

Immediately afterwards, dragon roars came.

The blue dragon of the Faria family also sent Christina again, as well as Isami, an elderly blue dragon who was highly respected in their clan.

Even the Myhrvold family sent a special envoy, the young silver dragon Cruzere Myhrvold, Olivia's uncle.

"Why are there silver-skinned bastards? Isn't that old guy still convinced?"

"Blue dragon, that war is over! We are here for a peaceful future among dragons!"

"Peace? You hypocrites don't deserve to talk about peace!"

The Blue Dragon and the Silver Dragon immediately felt each other's aura, and they were at war with each other in the venue. It was not until Trump arrived in person and the invisible dragon power filled the venue that they temporarily stopped fighting, but they still looked at each other with hostility.

There are many similar things. Due to the importance of the Kingdom of Burning Ember, both the forces of the evil and good camps have paid enough attention to it.

"Dear guests, please be patient."

"This is the coronation ceremony of His Majesty Cassius, and he doesn't want anything to go wrong."

Trump stood in front of the altar and bowed slightly. Under the influence of magic, his voice spread throughout the venue.

The originally empty venue was now overcrowded.

Various dragon-veined families, envoys from various countries, and spectators took their seats. Creatures from different forces, races, and camps gathered here, waiting for the coronation ceremony to begin.

In the originally untouched wilderness, a strong wind blew suddenly, and people quickly looked outside.

"Look!"

"What is that? It's a wyvern!"

"How come there are so many gods?"

Thousands of bipedal flying dragons were seen rising into the sky from all around the venue, flying densely in the sky, making noisy roars.

The pairs of wings were close together and waving in a chaotic manner, casting a huge shadow on the plain, like a dense ring of dark clouds, surrounding the entire venue.

Under the influence of Cassius' domain, the fertility of these wyverns became surprisingly strong, and they multiplied on a large scale in just ten years, reaching a four-digit number.

——In order to fill this huge food gap, four factories are producing feed at the same time, and a cattle ranch that occupies half of the storm slope is in continuous operation.

And this time, for this grand coronation ceremony, these two-legged flying dragons who live deep in the Flying Dragon Valley came out for the first time to show their ferocious faces to the world.

"Wyvern?"

"A flying dragon army of this size"

The envoy from the Kingdom of Thrace, Dayev Marshall, stared at the black shadow in the sky, adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses, and showed deep worry in his expression.

Wyverns are not a difficult enemy for the Thracian Kingdom, and their arcane legions alone are enough to take them down easily.

But thousands of flying dragons are another matter.

And even this legion composed of thousands of bipedal flying dragons is just a superficial phenomenon, and what is even more terrifying is what is revealed behind it - it is the Kingdom of Burning Ember's unparalleled supply system, military Mobilization capabilities.

"Are they warning us?"

"Or an olive branch to our enemies?"

Dayev couldn't help but clenched his fists and lowered his head slightly, his expression extremely solemn.

Before he could recover from his contemplation, loud noises resounded across the wasteland, and even the earth trembled.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Gun salutes were fired, and huge clusters of flames appeared in the sky.

Several more explosions occurred in the distance. Under intensive artillery bombardment, a hill blocking the city's planning path was blown apart and the ground was flattened.

The ogre artillery regiment came from afar. The ogres dragged heavy cannons as they marched, breathing heavily, and the sound of wheels rolling over the road was also heard on the road.

Finally, the ogres surrounded the venue with their cannons, standing silently.

The onlookers exclaimed one after another, but they were not shocked - the people in Anzeta had been baptized by artillery fire several times and were already accustomed to this.

After all, the south is not a magical wilderness like Anzeta, and it is common for such powerful long-range attacks. They are just amazed at its huge destructive power - and the arrogance of the Ember Kingdom to drop the cannonballs for free. .

They didn't know that this was an engineering bomb specially designed by the Burning Science and Technology Department, and was manufactured to move mountains and flatten land.

Immediately afterwards, the satyr military band played a symphony with passionate melody and magnificent momentum.

This piece of music was composed by combining many classic pieces given by players, plus the original music inheritance of the Northland - the magical sound poured into people's ears, shocking almost everyone.

Accompanying the rhythm of the music and the crisp drumbeats, an infantry phalanx composed of tens of thousands of medium-sized humanoid creatures such as humans, tieflings, and hobgoblins marched from the end of the road.

They marched in neat steps and lined up in an orderly queue, the bayonets and spears in their hands flashing with cold light.

"It's the Ember Infantry!"

"So majestic!"

Finally, the huge phalanx stopped outside the venue, and several of the most elite teams of a thousand people entered the venue. They marched quickly in a queue, stationed on both sides of the wide road like walls.

Is this the end?

not at all.

"Boom - boom -"

Along with a heavy muffled sound, the earth trembled again.

On the distant horizon, hill-like earth dragon beasts wearing heavy armor appeared, occupying almost half of the ground.

The hobgoblin cavalry stood on the back of the earth dragon beast, raised their spears and hammers, and let out fanatical war roars - even Doro stood on the largest dragon beast covered with golden scales. On his back, he raised the blood-fire battle ax with one arm.

The bloody ax blade glistened in the sunlight.

"For the Red Dragon's great blueprint!"

"For the King of Embers!"

Someone shouted excitedly.

Looking at the mottled torrents, the bards and merchants from all over Fianso, the envoys and spies sent by the major forces, for the first time intuitively felt the military strength of the Kingdom of Burning Ember.

The envoys from the hostile forces looked even more ugly.

The face of Dayev of the Thracian Kingdom seemed to be covered with a haze.

"How can it be"

"According to the information from the kingdom's spies, this country has only been established for ten years."

"Did they get the legacy of the ancient empire? Or even the help of a powerful god?"

He murmured to himself in disbelief, and had some kind of terrible guess in his mind - Dayev, who once served in the Holy Fadland Empire, really couldn't imagine that, except for the assistance of certain beings, what would a newly established empire be like? How can we have such a powerful military and logistics system?

"Ah, His Majesty Tiamat is indeed right. This new empire will be an important boost to the revival of the five-color dragon."

The old blue dragon Isami looked excited, the dark indigo scales on his cheeks spread out, and his frilly ears were trembling.

"And all the future wealth of this country will have the queen's share."

Christina has been immersed in the dream of the empress of the empire, and is bound to get it, with greed in her eyes.

"Such a country, such an army"

"Oh, I just hope they won't bring another catastrophe to the mainland."

Silver Dragon Cruzere sighed deeply.

The envoys from other forces also had different expressions, but they were all shocked by the military strength of the Ember Kingdom, because it completely subverted all their guesses.

In their speculation, the Kingdom of Burning Ember should be a barbaric and primitive tribal country - the irrational monster relatives relied on the power of the red dragon to act wantonly in this remote and remote land, cruelly squeezing Anze The people of the tower.

However, after experiencing the opening ceremony of this "military parade", they were shocked to discover:

I was wrong, and very wrong.

This is indeed a new empire with strong vitality. Different races and different forces are jointly under the rule of the dragon, bringing together some terrible power.

It has a powerful army, a vast territory, diverse races, and a supreme and only ruler.

"Roar--"

People's eardrums bulged, and a strong sense of oppression made their whole bodies tremble.

In the north of Istalia, the blue sky was suddenly dyed red, and a huge red dragon appeared on the horizon, slowly waving its broad wings, bringing with it a howling fiery wind.

Whether it was an illusion or not, the entire wasteland seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, and even the air was twisting and boiling.

"He, he's coming!"

"It's His Majesty Cassius!"

"This is His Majesty's majestic figure!"

"For King Burning Ember! No, for Emperor Burning Ember!"

After the instinctive fear and fear, people soon began to cheer loudly, forming waves of enthusiasm - whether this was sincere or false.

"I want to lick Boss Cassius's feet!"

"Don't stop me, I want to touch my tail!"

"dragon!"

"You perverted dragon lovers, please restrain yourself! But when will Lord Cassius turn into a human form?"

The players were even more unscrupulous. Even when the guards glared at them, the players still spoke unabashedly and shouted all kinds of outrageous slogans.

"Oh my God! Such a huge body is worthy of defeating the dragon with silver wings!"

"Gods above."

"He, he has become stronger!"

"As expected of my destined spouse, His Highness Cassius"

Envoys from all forces also burst into exclamations. There were not many dragons of this level in the entire Fianso Continent, let alone seeing them with their own eyes.

After several months, Cassius passively digested the ancestral dragon bloodline, and its size also improved - the body length of this red dragon reached a terrifying thirty-six meters.

This is a size that only ancient red dragons can barely achieve, and has completely exceeded the upper limit of ordinary red dragons. However, Cassius is still in the early stages of growth and development.

And deep in the crowd, in an inconspicuous corner, a thin man with a vicissitudes of face looked towards the sky, his expression revealing deep despair.

"The guy got stronger."

"Abiel, how on earth am I going to save you."

He is Richard, a once high-spirited elf ranger and a double agent of the Ember Kingdom. This time he happened to be sent by the Harper Alliance to investigate the coronation ceremony.

"Huh-huh-"

The scorching wind roared past, making many people's skin feel hot.

And Cassius waved his wings like this, slowly approaching Isdalia, and finally landed at the beginning of the road with a loud noise.

The noise in the venue suddenly disappeared, and under the almost substantial pressure, the atmosphere became silent.

The guards on both sides of the road immediately raised their heads and straightened their chests, looking intently, but the beads of sweat falling from their chins still revealed their nervousness and excitement.

"Roar"

The red dragon groaned and drew its wings close to its body.

He got down on all fours and walked step by step along the wide road towards the altar, leaving footprints on the ground.

Cassius was condescending and used his pale golden pupils to scan the people on both sides of the road, scanning the faces that were either excited, frightened or fearful.

"Thrace, Cassander

"Serenia, Silvermoon City, Free Trade Federation."

"Basically all the major forces in Fiansuo Continent are here, so they come quite well."

The corners of Cassius's mouth raised slightly, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the ferocious dragon's face, he thought in his heart. (End of chapter)