Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

The cold wind whistled, rolling up waves of snowflakes.

The vast wilderness was gradually covered with white, and under the cover of the wind and snow, the outline of the distant mountains could only be vaguely seen.

The Anzeta wilderness, known as the "extreme cold land", finally entered a long and cruel winter. At this time, all creatures on this barren land are doing their best to survive.

The climate in the north is always so uncertain. Soon the wind and snow dissipated, leaving only frost all over the ground.

And on the snow-covered road, thousands of troops were struggling to move forward. They were wrapped in not very thick cotton clothes, like a black river in the white world, leaving a long trail of traces on the thick snow.

"Hurry! Follow up!"

"Take advantage of the good weather now and speed up!"

Viscount Farouk Edson rode his horse and waved his long whip, shouting at his men.

He was also a nobleman belonging to the Principality of Bosk. This time, at the request of Grand Duke Leo, he led his family's private army to the battlefield.

However, he did not bring many knights with him, but brought a lot of serfs of varying quality as cannon fodder. Knights are the foundation of their family, how can they be easily consumed?

Looking down at the thick snow under his feet, Viscount Farouk could not help but spit and complained:

"Damn weather."

"I don't know what Grand Duke Leo is thinking, to start a war at this time."

Starting a war at the beginning of winter was a decision made by the northern nobles of the "Anti-Red Dragon Alliance" after many discussions.

Many people in the army of the Burning Kingdom have the hot blood of red dragons flowing in their veins, and in the cold climate of Anzeta, their vitality will be greatly reduced, and they may even lose personnel. The tenacious Scandians seem to be more able to endure the cold winter, so this is also called the "winter offensive" by Grand Duke Leo.

The noble armies from all over the Northland began to mobilize and gather at the borders of the Principality of Bosk, the Principality of Fano and the Kingdom of Burning Embers, preparing to fight a desperate battle with the evil Red Dragon Kingdom. However, these nobles claimed to be "doing their best", but it was unknown how much they could actually do.

For example, the Edson family sent out the unappreciated second son and gave him a group of miscellaneous troops.

"What is that?"

Farouk looked up, and there seemed to be a few vague black spots in the sky.

The expression of the squire knight beside him suddenly changed, as if he remembered some terrible rumors.

"My lord, it may be... yes, the Red Scale Conqueror."

"How is it possible!"

Farouk's face was suddenly filled with fear and his whole body trembled.

He just wanted to make a fortune on the battlefield. He would be successful if he could reach the base and send these cannon fodder to the battlefield. Who would have thought that he would encounter such a danger!

The reputation of the Red Scale Conqueror has been widely spread in the Northland. It is said that it is a group of monsters riding flying dragons, which will come with terrible dragon roars and bring fire and death to the enemy.

The squire knight reminded:

"My lord, they seem to be just scouts."

"Ah, that must be the case. These red-scale conquerors are not targeting us."

Faruk wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a forced smile.

The few small black dots actually flew over the sky and just hovered in the air, which also made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Huh, it's not bad."

"As long as I send these cannon fodder to the front line, my mission will be completed."

"It's almost there."

Faruk muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear, and kept praying to the gods in his heart.

Through the pass ahead, he will soon reach his destination. At that time, he can stay in the safest tent and completely put his mind at ease.

However, the facts are often not easily fulfilled.

"Buzz--"

There was only a piercing scream from the top of his head.

Faruk raised his head in panic, his eyes full of fear of the unknown, and he saw metal balls falling from the sky.

"What is that?"

"It's going to fall!"

"Get out of the way, don't stop me!"

"Do you want to die?"

His "army" was in chaos. These cowardly people were crowded and noisy. There was even a stampede. I don't know how many lives were lost in the chaotic crowd.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, with a thunderous sound, the metal balls suddenly exploded in mid-air.

Balls of flames fell from the sky, like the punishment of "rain of fire" from the gods.

The fire was reflected in Farouk's pupils, and he murmured to himself:

"Gods"

After the metal ball slowly landed, the fire engulfed everything.

Everywhere were people's wailing and roaring. The cotton clothes on the soldiers were burning. Even if they escaped by chance, they had no intention of fighting.

This is the latest achievement of the Burning Kingdom's arsenal-incendiary bombs, which can cause great damage to the enemy, but this inhumane method has been condemned by some domestic scholars.

After a round of incendiary bombing, the soldiers had already fled everywhere.

Farouk was lucky. He took off and discarded the burning clothes in time, survived the "rain of fire", and rode the panicked horse to the destination.

"Damn, such an enemy."

"Must leave here!"

However, just as he was about to pass the pass, mottled tides and countless pairs of turbid eyes appeared in front of him, and a noisy sound like barking sounded - it was the army of dog-headed people.

"Ah~~"

The largest and most dragon-like leader of the kobolds raised his head and let out a howl. He was the thirty-third child of Jin Ya, but combined with Jin Ya's love affair, perhaps his ranking was even lower. However, he was obviously not taken seriously and was assigned to be the leader of the cannon fodder corps.

"Just, just kobolds."

"They can't catch me."

Facing the menacing kobold, with a strong desire to survive, Farooq suddenly tightened the reins, and even displayed his riding skills that were usually difficult to achieve, and turned the horse's head in an emergency.

But the kobolds behind them laughed ferociously. They raised the worn-out shotguns in their hands, added a mouthful of oil from the ammunition paper bag, and loaded it.

"boom!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Along with the chaotic gunfire, wisps of smoke emerged from the muzzle of the gun.

These kobolds have not received much training, and these obsolete firearms are not accurate enough, and bullets often fly everywhere.

But the victory was that there were enough of them. Dozens of shotguns fired at the same time. Three or four shots were fired from a hundred meters away, which directly smashed Farooq's back into a sieve, causing him to fall off the horse and fall to the ground. It rolled around a lot.

Until his death, the viscount never understood why he was beaten to death by a group of kobolds from a hundred meters away.

"I killed him!"

A kobold said excitedly.

"Get out of here, it was obviously me who killed him, I hit him in the heart!"

Another kobold pushed and cursed disdainfully.

Just like that, the two kobolds struggled together and made angry sounds like barking dogs.

Finally, the tall and strong kobold leader stepped forward, lifted the two kobolds up with one hand, and stared at them with a grin.

"Now, do you know who killed this human noble?"

"Of course it's you."

The two kobolds curled up and replied weakly.