Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Baron Todd nodded to indicate that he knew.

Because this was indeed the case, and the red dragon in front of him didn't even bother to deceive him.

As the underappreciated thirteenth son in the family, he angered his father by exerting power in Beifeng Castle, and was enfeoffed to the remote Sige Town.

Rather than saying it is enfeoffment, it is better to say it is distribution.

This sparsely populated town adjacent to the storm slopes, without sufficient military strength, would be a disaster for him if he encountered any foreign invasion, whether it was a giant or a real dragon.

It would be better to find a nearby stronger outsider to maintain his own power, develop and strengthen his own power, and then find an opportunity to break away from control, compete with his brothers, and gain his father's attention.

Thinking of this, Todd said flatteringly:

"Thank you for your sincerity, Lord Feiyan. I am glad that we can cooperate with you, the great red dragon."

Cassius nodded slightly:

"Lord Baron, please keep in mind that recognizing all the sovereignty of the Ember Nest over the Storm Slope and making compensation for your reckless behavior are the premise and basis of our cooperation."

"I'll keep that in mind," Todd said.

Cassius' tone added a bit of joking:

"Then please take your loyal subordinates back to the baron's house. I hope you will see what I want tomorrow."

"Yes, Master Feiyan."

Baron Todd looked at Hart who was not far away, the hatred for his betrayal hidden in his eyes was almost uncontrollable.

But when he thought of the red dragon in front of him, he didn't dare to act immediately. He could only forcefully squeeze out a sly smile on his pale face.

When Hart saw this, there was a big drop of sweat on his forehead.

But when he thought about it, he had the support of the red dragon, his life was safe, and he could even act as a secret agent of the Ember Nest to contain the Baron, so he smiled demonstratively.

"Let's go, Lord Baron."

Hart's last four words seemed to be gritted.

Cassius watched the two people who hated each other and had their own hidden agendas leaving side by side, feeling as if their evil desires were being satisfied.

The conditions he proposed seemed "equal", but in fact they had bad intentions. I believe Todd has seen this to some extent, but he has no room to refuse.

Garrison the army and take charge of trade.

When all the military and financial power of a region are in his hands, then Baron Todd is just a puppet. In his plan, after the player arrives, even the Baron will become dispensable and will be replaced by him.

The red dragon looked at Baron Todd's thin back.

The baron did not become his dependent after making the contract.

Because he is a vampire spawn—a ravenous creature imbued with a vampire's thirst for blood and controlled by his vampire creator.

And when a vampire performs an evil "ascension ritual" to become an ascended vampire who is not afraid of the sun, these spawns will become sacrifices and turn into blood.

However, if a vampire allows its spawn to drink its own blood, the spawn will become a true vampire and no longer under the control of its creator. Of course, only a very small number of vampires will do this.

In the mission about vampires in his previous life, Duke Brad finally performed the ascension ceremony, but fortunately, he was stopped by the players. Hundreds of people broke into the underground of the castle and bombed wildly, solving the crisis.

"Tsk, tsk."

"A vampire spawn trying to gain the attention of its master."

"What a pathetic guy."

Cassius's pupils flickered slightly in the darkness, and then disappeared.

Early the next morning.

A large-scale caravan left Sige Town with a truckload of goods.

The townspeople have long been accustomed to caravans, even though the guards of this caravan are all wearing thick armor that does not reveal their faces, and are covered with black robes, and they are also inexplicably tall.

But the leader is Hart, who is familiar to the townspeople and has not been seen for many days.

Since it was Hart who took action, it was the Baron's order.

And spying on the treasure of this "Bloody Baron" is undoubtedly a foolish act.

Therefore, the townspeople quickly stopped their curious children and deliberately turned a blind eye to the caravan, for fear of being captured and made into slaves.

Hart rode in the middle of the procession.

Tall guards walked on both sides, breathing heavily.

Although Hart couldn't see their faces, since they were troops from the Burning Nest, he could probably guess that they were hobgoblins or bugbears. However, he did not panic because of this. These monsters were the reason for his survival. .

After returning to the Baron's Mansion last night, the angry Baron Todd threatened him many times and even issued vicious curses, but in the end he did not dare to harm his life, and he saw the Baron's bluff.

Baron Todd did not dare to offend the red dragon.

This is the conclusion Hart came to.

The goods brought by this caravan were armors, weapons and a total of twenty extremely precious magic scrolls, which is enough to show Baron Todd's desire to please.

This is more like tribute than a transaction.

"call"

The winter in Anzetta was so cold, and a breath of white breath came out of Hart's mouth. He couldn't help but wrap himself up in thick animal skins.

Snowflakes were still falling, and the carriages loaded with goods left deep ruts on the snow. The large caravan turned into a black dot in the snow.

"Ouch——"

Strange sounds came from the snow-covered slopes.

The sound was long and shrill, like some kind of sad cry.

The guards transporting the goods thought it was just a rumor and didn't pay too much attention.

But Hart was experienced. He listened carefully for a moment and immediately cheered up.

"Stay alert! This is not the sound of wind howling!"

Hart yelled.

On the hillside in the distance, several figures with white fur moved like ghosts in the snowy environment, rushing towards the caravan, letting out terrifying howls like mourning.

"It's a snowman!"

Hart recognized the monsters immediately.

This burly creature stalks high mountain peaks, hunting for food among them.

Even in blizzard weather, the Yeti will travel through the cold and snow, lured by the scent of its prey.

Hart was complaining in his heart. There was nothing worse than encountering a snowman in windy and snowy weather. If he didn't pay attention, his entire army would be wiped out.

He was subconsciously trying to call the caravan to escape, but found that the "guards" had removed the black cloth covering his body.

These "guards" are nearly two meters tall and strong, with protruding fangs in their mouths. Their cloudy yellow eyes are full of fanaticism for battle and desire for blood. Their red skin stands out against the snow. Conspicuous, even covered with sparse scales.

--That's the hobgoblin.

This is Doro's most elite unit.

"I almost forgot. We are all monsters here too."

Hart looked stunned and muttered to himself.