Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Orest, follow me."

"Take Marquis Hart with you."

Casius flapped his wings, easily tearing the space in front of him, creating a huge space crack, motioning the lich to follow, and then walked directly in.

"Yes, Master."

Orest followed behind, timidly whispering in agreement.

However, when he saw the red dragon's ferocious smile, he always felt that things were not going well - it seemed that every time this "master" smiled, there would be a cruel squeeze.

But the lich's life box was in the hands of the other party, so he had to obey the order and follow him into the space crack.

Hart, holding a long knife, entered with Orest, looking at the lich with vigilance in his eyes.

"It should be here."

Casius looked around, stepped on the ground under his feet with his claws, and said so.

The sun was about to set, and the golden afterglow fell on the earth. There was a flat and open wasteland around, with tall mountains, wide valleys and solid stone fortresses in the distance.

Wyverns soared in the sky, lizardmen rode on ground dragons to graze in the wasteland, and herds of aurochs were driven to the pasture.

This is Storm Hill.

The place where the red dragons started, the center of the Burning Embers Nest.

But now, this barren wasteland has become the border of the empire, and only exists as a breeding ground for wyverns and ground dragons, and a pasture for aurochs and horned sheep.

The former "Giant Mouth Cave", now the "Dragon Cave", no one dared to live in it after Cassius moved to the palace. It was transformed into a place similar to an altar. A golden plaque with the words "The Former Residence of His Majesty Cassius" was hung outside the cave, and there were more than a dozen unlucky earth elves guarding the cave entrance.

Every morning and evening, hundreds of monsters would come here on time, kneel at the entrance of the cave, throw copper coins into it, and pray that His Majesty would bless them - so that they could become glorious dragon blood nobles in the future and obtain purer blood.

"I really miss it"

"More than ten years have passed in a flash."

Casius looked at the wasteland with a brand new look, and couldn't help but sigh.

Orest and Hart, the two undead, stood quietly by. The lich glimpsed the red dragon's mixed feelings with his peripheral vision, lowered his head, and dared not disturb him at all.

But after hearing the other party's casual sigh, the lich was extremely shocked.

More than ten years!

This time, whether for the lich or the dragon, is as short as a yawn.

But from the information revealed in the words, it may have taken only more than ten years for this red dragon to develop to its current level!

Thinking of this, Orest secretly felt fortunate for his choice. A normal red dragon would never grow to this point in such a short time.

This time, I am afraid that I have found a backer with unlimited potential, and it is even possible to reach the level of gods.

Soon, Casius' words interrupted the lich's thoughts.

"But, I'm not here to revisit my old place this time, but to take back what belongs to me."

"We still have to do business."

"Roar--"

The red dragon raised its head and roared, flapped its broad wings, and slowly rose into the sky.

Under his control, the infinite power of [Empire Domain] descended on this wasteland, causing the magic nets hundreds of miles around to tremble.

"This is--"

"What is he going to do?"

The lich raised his head in horror. As a necromancer, he also felt the horror and power of that power.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a heavy rumbling sound, the earth trembled, the mountains shook, and almost the entire wasteland began to tremble violently.

The wyverns roared, flapped their wings in fear, and flew up to the sky in a mess; the aurochs fled around uncontrollably, trying to escape from this dangerous place; even the ground dragon beasts were fleeing clumsily, making panicked groans.

The ground, the mountains, the rivers.

The entire Storm Hill, no, the whole world seemed to be shaking.

"This level of fluctuation has surpassed the Nine Rings."

"Yes, it is a legendary spell! He can cast a legendary spell! That is a power that only the Nether era could have!"

Orest felt extremely fortunate again. Being able to control the existence of such power, destroying him is just a trivial matter.

"Your Majesty, he is so powerful."

Hart also murmured to himself.

Then, under the extremely shocked and surprised eyes of the lich and the corpse demon-

The earth was torn apart.

A crack like a huge mouth appeared on the flat wasteland.

There were neat cliffs on both sides, and looking down was a bottomless dark abyss. From time to time, scattered stones fell, and it took a while for the sound to be heard.

And in this crack, a huge underground cave was formed. The soil and stones were shaped by some kind of power and became extremely neat, making the interior of the cave look like a man-made hall.

"Okay, follow me in."

Having created such an amazing momentum, Cassius seemed to be stating a trivial matter.

The red dragon flapped its wings and slowly descended into the cave. The lich was stunned for a moment, and then let the black mist stepping on negative energy follow closely behind, and took Hart with him.

"This is..."

The lich was shocked again.

The ground of the cave was covered with huge, ancient bones - he could recognize that they were the bones of the green-footed dragon snake.

The ground was still full of various debris, including broken huge statues, broken walls of magnificent buildings, unclear inscriptions, broken books, and various old and broken weapons.

It can be seen that they were once buried by earth and rocks, but now they are seen again.

Yes, this is the resting place of the storm giant elder Landta. The once buried mausoleum containing the heritage of the Giant Empire was dug out by the red dragon.

Even as wise as Landta, he did not expect that this unexpected intruder would be so greedy.

Not only did he take away his "eyes", he also ruthlessly plundered everything he had collected throughout his life, including the remains of the Giant Empire.

"Does Landta miss me?"

"I'm back again."

Casius grinned, and his pale golden vertical pupils revealed endless greed.

The [Eye of the Storm King] that he obtained at the risk of his life is still carried by him. It is an important equipment that enabled him to start his business. Now that he is revisiting the old place, he must "thank" this elder.

However, his way of thanking him is to let all the collections of this elder play their role.

The lich not far away looked at the bones scattered on the ground and couldn't help but tighten the scepter in his hand - he felt that something was wrong.

Wouldn't he resurrect all these big guys? (End of this chapter)