Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

“What a group of carefree and cute newcomers.”

On the hill high above the village, Lonely Like Snow lit a cigarette, looking at the cute new players having fun, and couldn't stop sipping.

Once, he was a new and ambitious player, but now, he is a qualified human shield.

At this time, Lonely Ruxue was wearing thick adamantine armor and holding a steam shotgun with a ridiculously large caliber. The ground beneath his feet would collapse with every step he took. It would be an exaggeration to call him a humanoid tank.

"But this mission is probably not easy."

"Bringing so many cute new players to the front line, why do they all look like cannon fodder filling the line?"

Then Lonely Ruxue scratched his head and looked at his panel.

[Main mission: Kill the demon! 】

[Demons come from the abyss, they hate everything in the world, spread chaos and evil wantonly, and attempt to return the entire universe to chaos.

The first target that these greedy and crazy guys set their sights on was the newly rising country in the Anzeta Wilderness - the Ember Empire.

For this reason, "Ember Emperor" Cassius was furious. He launched a call to use all his power to destroy the demons. And Starfallen, you will come to the forefront and become the empire's first line of defense against the demonic invasion.

Warriors, kill the demon! ]

Mission objective: Hold your position and kill the demons

Mission rewards: According to the strength of the demon, players will receive corresponding camp contributions and gold coins.

Note:

Cowardly Demon = 5 camp contributions, 25 silver nar

Quasaimon = 20 camp contributions, 1 goldnar

Babu Demon = 500 camp contribution, 20 Jinnar

Flomo = 1500 contribution, 50 gold

A Barlow Balrog = 125,000 camp contributions, 20,000 jinnar

It is still the standard empire style, with all kinds of rewards listed on it and clearly marked with prices.

Seeing this rich reward, Lonely Ruxue's eyes suddenly brightened.

"What the hell? So many?

If you could kill a Balor Fire Demon, wouldn't it mean that you would be free of wealth? "

While daydreaming in his mind, he wiped the rough barrel of the steam shotgun and looked at the dense forest not far away:

"No matter what, what about being cannon fodder? As long as you can get contributions and money, you can do whatever you want!"

In Leo's village, players are busy everywhere.

But they are not building fortifications, but - searching, or buying for zero dollars, which is the greatest fun for RPG players!

"It's a box! Open it quickly and take a look!"

"What the hell, an iron hoe with no quality, what's the use of it?"

"And this, the underwear of the widow at the head of the village. Who would want such a thing!"

"Where is it in the closet?"

"It's organic syrup, and half a piece of black bread. Take it. Is this worth hiding so deeply?"

"If I go to the basement again and take a look, I won't believe that nothing good can be found!"

"Smash open that can! I feel like it's going to be shipped!"

"Is this a hidden piece of equipment? No, what the hell, it's a sour cucumber!"

In just ten minutes, the players had turned the entire village upside down. All the cabinets and cellars in the villagers' homes had been opened. They wanted to lift up the floors to take a look.

It's a pity that these villagers' homes are all ordinary daily necessities, and even the slightly valuable ones have long been taken away by the villagers.

This result disappointed the players.

“Damn it, doesn’t it make sense that a villager would find a magic weapon for killing demons in his home?

No matter how bad things go, hundreds of gold coins will still be released! "

"As I said, Erezgai's main theme is truth. Think about it, do the villagers in your hometown also have AK47s in their homes all year round?"

"Hmph, I still suspect that the official has left behind hidden benefits. I'll look through it again!"

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open.

A new player in simple cloth, nicknamed [Yidui], shouted enthusiastically: "Open the door, check the ward!"

"What the hell?"

He raised his hands and performed a French military salute.

I saw the old man holding a cigarette in his mouth and holding up the shotgun in his hand. His weather-beaten eyes showed a sharp look, as if he would pull the trigger without hesitation the next moment.

This is Old White's home!

No matter whether it is the Starfaller, the devil, or anything else, nothing can change this. As long as you dare to break in, you will fight them to the end!

Looking at the black hole of the muzzle, the gun was stuck in place like a wooden stake, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

These villagers are really full of martial virtue!

He kept raising his hands, with a stiff smile on his face: "Fellow, this is really a misunderstanding!

I thought no one would dare to break in here, if I had known you were here."

Old White raised the muzzle of his gun and said: "Go out and tell them that no one is allowed to break into my house!

Otherwise, my bullets wouldn’t have eyes! "

"Ah, then I won't disturb you. I'm leaving first."

Kaoru laughed loudly, responded repeatedly, and then ran out as if running for his life.

"Bang."

The door was closed gently.

Old White put down the gun. The hand holding the gun was actually shaking a little, but he did not show any timidity in the confrontation just now.

Although he was mentally prepared, the opponent turned out to be the legendary "immortal warrior".

"This is what the so-called Starfaller is."

However, for some reason, more and more people gathered outside the door, and Old White felt a little uneasy, and he couldn't understand the conversation between these Starfallers at all.

"I heard that there is an old man with a gun in here?"

"Maybe it's a hidden NPC? Who will go and contact him again?"

"Could this be a hidden master, the kind of novice village boss who will give me a magic sword after completing the task?"

"Oh my god, what you said makes sense. He is the only one in this village, and it is about to be invaded by demons. There must be something strange!"

"What does this mean? This may be a boss who fights demons alone!"

"Squeak--"

The door was opened carefully.

Old White immediately clenched the shotgun in his hand, and his nerves were tense.

Unexpectedly, a flattering smile appeared in the crack of the door: "Old man, do you need help?"

Old White hesitated for a moment, and then tentatively said: "Go and get me some firewood?"

"Okay!"

The player took the task neatly and turned away.

"Go and fix the bridge in the village."

"Go and grind flour."

"Go and cook."

"Go."

One by one, the players left, and Old White became more and more skilled in assigning tasks, and he sent them away casually.

In the minds of the players, this was clearly a manifestation of his confidence as a hidden boss.

When Old White left the house and said that he would no longer issue tasks, the players who did not receive the tasks were particularly disappointed, while the players who went to do odd jobs were very proud.

"This is Erezega! Opportunities are rare and will never come again!"

"Old man, please issue another task!"

"I'm crying, I've been waiting in line for a long time!"

"Please, let me do another task"

So these Starfallers are like this? Are they all so "helpful"?

Listening to the call of the players behind him, White sneezed and couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

"I've lived for so long, and this is the first time I've seen people rushing to do odd jobs.

What a bunch of weirdos."

Old White carried a gun and walked on the road leading to the forest in the south of the village.

"I hope I can kill a deer today, or at least a rabbit."

Old White said this.

At this time every day, he would go hunting in the forest, and he often brought back a lot of prey. Over the past few decades, he has formed a habit.

Following the familiar trail, Old White entered the depths of the dense forest.

"Rustle."

A faint rustling sound appeared.

Old White looked around vigilantly and couldn't help frowning.

"Here. Something is wrong."

He muttered to himself.

This is the intuition of an old hunter.

White has walked this trail thousands of times. He knows the location of every tree and every stone by heart. It can be said that entering the forest is like returning home.

But today, this forest makes him feel a little strange.

He always felt that the leaves and weeds were covered with a layer of turbid light, and the branches stretched out like dry arms, as if grabbing him.

There were also vines like poisonous snakes entwined on the branches and hanging down, almost touching Old White's shoulders several times.

The forest was quiet, so quiet that no birds could be heard.

"Cack, cackle, cackle"

Several large and terrifying crows flew through the air, making hoarse cries and casting a dazzling black shadow in the dense forest.

Old White looked up and looked at the crows, always having a strange feeling - they were looking at him.

Those eyes that flickered in the dark showed a strange smile, greed, and hunger - that was clearly the look of examining fresh food.

He observed carefully and found that there were sharp, exposed fangs between the bird's beaks, and there were mottled bloodstains on them.

"Damn, these are not crows at all!"

"This is a monster!"

Old White screamed, his hand holding the shotgun trembled slightly, but he still aimed in the direction of the crows skillfully.

"Bang!"

"Crack, crack, crack"

A loud gunshot.

The "crows" flapped their wings, continued to make noisy and harsh calls, and disappeared in the shadows of the dense forest, leaving only a few slowly falling black feathers.

The feathers fell to the ground, but corroded the ground and soil, creating hideous pits on the ground.

"What happened here?"

Old White's face was pale, sweat soaked his back, and he stared nervously at the road he had walked countless times.

This forest land-so strange that it scared him a little, as if it was alive.

The vines swayed in the wind, like arms hanging in the air, and the overwhelming malice and twisted sense of oppression came from all directions, making Old White feel terrified.

"Rustle, rustle"

The leaves swayed, and a blurry black shadow appeared in the dense forest, which was noticed by the sharp-eyed old White.

"Who?"

Old White turned around suddenly, but found nothing in front of him, and it was still the terrifying dense forest.

He stood there, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it for himself tremblingly.

"Hu——"

"Calm down, no, don't be nervous."

Suddenly, Old White held his breath and tensed up.

He subconsciously tightened the long gun in his hand, and the sweat oozing from his palm made the surface of the wooden barrel a little sticky.

Because Old White suddenly found that there was a huge projection on the ground in front of him - it was a ferocious wing spread out.

The experienced old White could tell at a glance that it was not a vulture, a giant eagle, or any other bird that had ever appeared in Anzetta.

In this special period, there is only one possibility - the devil.

"This is."

Old White turned around stiffly, his eyes widened, his mouth opened, and the cigarette fell to the ground.

It was a skinny humanoid creature with large areas of exposed skin, covered in black down in some places, and its limbs were all sharp claws.

The dark wings spread out behind him, casting a huge shadow that completely enveloped Old White.

The most chilling thing is its head, which looks like a rotten crow's head, with a twisted smile and a cruel light in its lusterless pupils.

——This is a vlogger.

In Old White's eyes, the creature in front of him was beyond his imagination. The twisted and irregular body exuded an aura of chaos, and just seeing it made him feel endless malice.

"Evil, devil!"

Under extreme fear, Old White almost mustered up his last courage and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out and crow feathers fell.

The vrog flapped its wings, easily dodged the bullets, and came to Old White.

The beak covered with fangs slowly opened, the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and the exposed, wrinkled throat made a low sound.

"Human."

It's really pitiful, your resistance is like the wail of a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, fragile and powerless."

Old White collapsed to the ground and crawled backwards on his hands and feet, trying to get away from this terrifying existence: "No, no, you monster"

At this moment, the survival instinct reaches its peak.

"I, I want to go back."

Old White tried his best to get up from the ground and ran along the familiar road desperately.

"Gah, gah!"

Countless corrupted crows emerged from the dense forest, making noisy cries, and followed White like a black tide.

Those vines and branches twisted, blocking White's escape path and leaving scars on his body.

"Jie Jie Jie"

"Flee, run with all your might - and be killed by me in utter terror."

A low, hoarse voice echoed through the woodland.

The vlo demon is in the sky behind it, waving its wings like a ghost, allowing the huge projection to always envelope humans.

"Haha. Vulnerable humans, Lord Jezarslak's task is really easy."

Flomor enjoyed this feeling.

He likes to play this cat-and-mouse game, letting his prey be killed by him in extreme fear, or even scared to death.

Moreover, this human's escape can also lead it to find the gathering place of humans and create a massacre that will make the entire empire tremble.

"Let these humans feel fear!"

Flomor thought expectantly.

It knows these humans so well that when faced with the invasion of the abyss, they will only tremble like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Flo Demon has even imagined how those humans were swallowed by him while screaming and wailing.

Soon, Old White was covered in scars and bloody flesh. Under the power of chaos, the exposed flesh and blood had even begun to rot.

But at this moment, he finally came to the exit of the dense forest and saw the dawn of hope.

Ahead is Leo Village.

his home.

Old White ran a few trembling steps, but another corrupted crow stepped forward, tore off a large piece of flesh and blood from his leg, and even swallowed it with relish.

"Plop."

He finally couldn't hold it any longer and fell to his knees suddenly.

At this time, Old White was almost tortured to the point of being reduced to human form, and only a sense of faith was left to support him.

Let the Starfaller slay this demon, the one who has polluted this land and transformed the familiar woodlands beyond recognition.

Old White raised his head and shouted with the last of his strength: "Evil - devil -"

Flo Demon flapped his wings and sneered: "Is it useful? They can no longer escape. Your relatives and friends will be swallowed by the abyss in fear.

Your wife will be torn to pieces by claws, your children will be mashed by fangs, your friends will be pecked out of their eyes, and you

Haha, I will let you witness all this with your own eyes. "

However, there was no scene in the village where the vromon was wailing and running around as expected.

Hundreds of players came from all directions, holding long-obsolete muskets and wearing rough cloth.

Instead of fear, the faces showed enthusiasm and joy, just like a hunter who saw a deer.

"What the hell? There's a big monster!"

"It's Flomo!"

"This thing is worth 1,500 contributions plus 50 gold. Whoever kills him will make a lot of money!"

"Come on, brothers! Make a fortune today!"

"Ouch - for the empire!"

The joking smile on Flo Demon's face suddenly froze, and then gradually dissipated - things seemed to be different from what he expected.

How dare these daring humans treat an abyssal demon like this?

They should be afraid!

Thinking of this, Flo Demon opened his beak full of fangs and made a low and hoarse voice: "Ignorant humans, you don't know what you are facing."

"Bang!"

Gunfire rang out.

One player muttered in a low voice: "This thing sounds so unpleasant. Kill it quickly. It makes me uncomfortable."

"Indeed, I really don't know how it came out. It's like scratching a blackboard with your fingernails."

"Stop talking nonsense, kill it quickly! I want both the contribution and the gold coins!"

The Flo Demon was so angry that he could not restrain himself: "You guys--"

"Bang! Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Instantly, dense gunshots rang out, and bullets poured down like rain. Hundreds of players were shooting at the Flo Demon in mid-air.

"Disgusting guy"

Old White laughed sarcastically, then fell to the ground and did not move.

The battle between the players and the devil has just begun. (End of this chapter)