Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

In the carriage, Misha was so scared that she was trembling all over, but she still mustered up the courage and quietly lifted the curtain to check the situation outside.

In this chaotic battlefield, the pungent smoke filled the air, and the soldiers of the two countries fought and wrestled with each other. Life was disappearing at any time, as worthless as grass.

However, the scene that made her desperate happened in front of her.

Old John was holding a spear and trembling in place. He had never experienced such a terrible fight.

Behind him were soldiers with hideous faces and bloodshot eyes.

"Old John——"

Misha hurriedly leaned out anxiously, trying to remind Old John, but everything was too late.

"Swish——"

A bloody spear pierced through his chest, and the bright red blood flowed from Old John's chest.

At the last moment of his life, Old John did not look at the enemy who ended his life, but slowly turned his head to look at the carriage where Misha was, and tried his best to put his fingers to his mouth, making a "silence" gesture.

"No"

Misha couldn't help but screamed, her eyes red.

But she soon realized that doing so would risk exposure, so she forcibly covered her mouth, trembling and curled up in the carriage, letting tears flow freely on her cheeks.

However, the death of Old John was just a trivial matter on the battlefield, and it was not even a big deal for both sides of the war.

However, the situation on the battlefield has become more and more serious. Surrounded by thousands of armored cavalry, there are fewer and fewer earth elf soldiers who can stand up. In the absence of a complete force, they can no longer withstand the cavalry's charge again and again.

Encircled by nearly ten times the number of enemies, even with the advantages of equipment and soldier quality, the kingdom's guards are powerless to turn the tide.

The guards beside Hart were all killed, and he was now surrounded by nearly a hundred soldiers.

He was covered in blood and let out a heart-wrenching roar, like a beast trapped by hunters.

"All of you go to hell!"

"You lowly humans!"

"I am a noble dragon-blood noble, the earl of the Burning Kingdom!"

Hart's eyes were red, the scales on his face opened slightly, and white smoke came out of his body.

"You damned dragon claws! Go! Revenge our compatriots!"

The Knight Commander shouted angrily.

Several soldiers behind Hart tried to stab their spears, but they were blocked by the hard scales behind them, as if they were stabbing into steel.

"Hahaha, it's useless!"

"This is the power that His Majesty has given me!"

He laughed wildly like crazy, and tore the soldier in front of him with his sharp claws, and bit off another soldier's arm.

He was like a killing machine, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the soldiers.

"Roar--"

With a majestic dragon roar, Hart trembled violently.

His face was hideous, and he spit out balls of blazing flames, turning the surroundings into a sea of ​​fire. Even the bravest soldiers retreated in panic, fearing that they would be engulfed by the raging flames.

Hart killed hundreds of elite soldiers by himself, and the earth elves had already died, leaving only him struggling to hold on.

The knight commander shouted with red eyes: "We must kill him! Revenge for our comrades!"

Finally, several robed wizards stretched out their staffs together. As a strange cold wind descended, Hart's movements became slower and slower, and a layer of frost gradually covered his face.

Then, several soldiers swarmed up, and several spears pierced Hart's still warm heart.

In this way, Hart, the Dragon Blood Earl of the Burning Kingdom and the leader of the Free Trade Caravan, died. His death also marked the complete end of this battle and the destruction of this powerful caravan.

At the top of this hillside.

Grand Duke Leo, wearing armor, rode on a tall black warhorse. He looked down at the battlefield full of mess and smoke, and there was no joy of victory in his eyes.

"My Lord Duke, all the enemies have been killed, a total of 275 people died."

With the sound of rapid horse hooves, the Knight Commander who had just retreated from the front line came to report.

Grand Duke Leo frowned slightly and asked, "What about our losses?"

The Knight Commander lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, and still said, "A total of 1,234 people were killed and wounded on our side."

Grand Duke Leo looked solemn and couldn't help but sighed, "This is just a caravan escort team, not even a regular army of the Burning Kingdom. And it was unprepared and surrounded, and it was able to achieve such a degree of loss ratio."

"What a terrible army."

Trishka beside him added, "And they are still getting stronger. Now is the best opportunity we can find."

"If we let them develop ten more Years, the consequences are disastrous. "

Grand Duke Leo said calmly: "At this point, we have no way out. The full-scale war between the North and the Burning Kingdom is about to begin. Justice and evil must have a result, and we will definitely be the final winners."

Tlishka looked up at the sky, his eyes showing confusion and uncertainty about the future, but he still said:

"It will happen, Your Excellency the Duke will."

The caravan's carriages were still burning. During the war, Hart ordered all the goods to be burned, and the enemy must not be allowed to gain any benefits, but Bosk's mages had already begun to put out the fire urgently.

However, no one noticed that in this chaotic battlefield filled with smoke, a petite, thin girl moved slowly among the corpses and quietly escaped from this terrible hell.

"Old John."

In the darkness covered by the rock, Misha wiped away her tears. She gritted her teeth and her eyes were filled with hatred.

The girl clenched the old leather whip in her hand - it was the one she had risked her life to get from Old John's body, and it was also the last memory he left for himself. Everything that was left of him had been burned to ashes by Bosque's soldiers.

"I will definitely avenge you."

she thought.

A few days later, news of the Bosque Principality's attack on the "Free Trade Caravan" spread throughout the Northland, which made people everywhere feel panic, but the development of the situation soon exceeded their expectations.

The Principality of Bosque officially called this event the "Battle of Magur" and hyped the victory, saying it was the beginning of the demise of evil.

Immediately afterwards, the Principality of Bosque, the Principality of Carter, the Principality of Fano and other northern countries jointly issued the "Straffburg Agreement", announcing the establishment of the "Anti-Red Dragon Alliance" to the entire Anzeta Wilderness, and officially launched an attack on the Ember Kingdom. declare war.

Suddenly, Anzeta was in a sensation, and the atmosphere everywhere became tense.

Almost everyone knows——

The sky in Anzeta Wilderness is about to change.