Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Good news! Under the leadership of Marshal Doro, the Kingdom's troops defeated the coalition forces!"

“His Majesty Cassius defeated ‘Silver Wings’ Oszedro and achieved a glorious victory!”

"The kingdom's army is advancing on multiple fronts and is about to occupy the entire Northland!"

"Archduke Leo, the supreme ruler of the North, colluded with the devil and then disappeared mysteriously - is it a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?"

The shouts and cries of newsboys resounded through the streets of Beifeng Castle.

The news of the kingdom's victory had already spread throughout Beifong Castle, but people were not surprised by this, because victory was already a matter of course in their eyes - what was more important was to seize the results of the victory.

Various factories are speeding up production to cope with the vast dumping market they will have and the consumer boom brought about by the war.

The prosperity of the military industry has led to the development of related industries, such as steel, manufacturing, machinery and other industries. The development of these industries brings more employment opportunities and economic growth.

Even bright-minded businessmen have begun to set off to northern cities, striving to establish factories in these newly occupied cities and seize land in advance.

Various war-related products are also very popular, allowing some vendors to make a lot of money. Some people even made a lot of money by relying on the war bonds before the war started.

This is what makes the Kingdom of Burning Ember extremely terrifying in the eyes of the nobles of the North - not only will the war not weaken its national power, but it will also allow it to achieve short-term prosperity and even alleviate the original social conflicts.

Compared to the Northland, which was in a state of chaos due to food expropriation, the kingdom was like a war machine that never tired.

At this moment, a grand triumphal ceremony was being held at the gate of Beifeng Castle.

"They're back!"

"It's the kingdom's troops!"

"It's so majestic. I want to join the army too."

"Is that Marshal Doro? The legendary war of jealousy - well, why are you covering my mouth?"

"Do you want to die? Dare you say that name? Be careful of people from the military department coming to find you!"

The infantry, mainly composed of humans, hobgoblins, and tieflings, formed a regular square formation. They followed the drumbeats and gradually approached the North Wind Castle with neat steps.

And Doluo was right behind the phalanx, riding on the back of a huge and strong heavily armored ground dragon beast.

Suddenly, a stronger commotion broke out in the crowd - it turned out that surrounded by a group of mages and guards, the ogre archmage Rumpu smiled, waved to greet the crowd, and floated slowly in mid-air. Come.

"Look! That's Mr. Rumple! Mr. Rumple actually came to greet him in person!"

"That's the chief minister of the kingdom!"

"It's such a high standard, there are actually two dukes."

Accompanied by the impassioned triumphal music of the Goat people, Doro and Trump reunited again under the gaze of tens of thousands of people.

For some reason, Trump felt a little sad.

When they first met, he was just a slightly smarter ogre, and the other party was also a hobgoblin leader who was so down-trodden that he only had goblins under his command. I always had the upper hand over him.

But now, they have reached the pinnacle of power in the entire Anzeta Wilderness, and can easily decide the fate of countless people.

But his status is still superior to the other's. As the first dependent to follow the red dragon, he will always be the winner.

Trump thought so, but on the surface he congratulated politely quietly.

"Congratulations to Marshal Doro on his triumphant return. This is really a blessing for the entire kingdom."

"No matter where you are, it's my honor to have Mr. Trump come here to greet you personally."

Marshal Doluo jumped off the back of the Earthly Dragon Beast, walked a few steps in front of Trump, clasped Trump's big hand with both hands, and showed a ferocious smile on his ugly face.

Trump nodded slightly, with a flash of smile in his eyes.

The ogre knew that Doro had always had the ambition to replace him, and the clan forces they controlled were often in conflict, with overt and covert fights often occurring.

But now, Doluo has completely buried these thoughts in his heart.

Having held a high position for a long time, the hobgoblin marshal is no longer as happy as he was ten years ago. He knew that showing a "jealous and savage" image in front of the people was not a good thing, and it would be even worse if it reached Cassius's ears.

Therefore, although both of them have evil intentions, on the surface they are happy and have a tacit understanding.

"Marshal Doro, your military exploits have spread throughout the kingdom, and His Majesty highly appreciates you." Trump said, "Next, the kingdom will need your power to stabilize the situation in the North."

Marshal Doro nodded solemnly and said with a serious expression: "I will do my best to fulfill my duties for the kingdom."

The celebrations at Borei Castle reached a climax with the return of the troops.

"For the Kingdom of Burning Ember!"

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

"Triumphant return!"

People poured into the streets, cheering and jumping for joy, celebrating the victory, and Doro and Trump also became the focus of heated discussion.

However, behind this joy, there were also some unknown undercurrents - a few months later, news of Oszedro's escape and the defeat of the coalition forces also spread to all parts of the Fianso continent.

This remote kingdom has also attracted the attention of various forces on the mainland, and countless different eyes have been cast on it.

And among the cheering crowd, a thin figure struggled to squeeze out of the crowded crowd, raising his hands high - that was Misha.

"Lord Trump! I want to see His Majesty!"

Misha shouted at the top of her lungs.

However, her voice was drowned out by the enthusiastic cheers, and her petite figure was drowned in the enthusiastic crowd.

Trump is the chief minister of the kingdom, and countless people have requests from him.

At such a grand event, no one would care about an eight or nine-year-old girl, let alone listen to what she said.

"grown ups!"

"Lord Rumpu! Look at me, Lord Rumpu!"

Surrounded by the crowd, Trump slowly flew through the air with his staff. He showed what he thought was a gentle smile and kept waving to the surrounding citizens.

The tall and strong nationals used their physical advantages to squeeze to the front of the team, but the skinny Misha was quickly pushed to the back.

The crowd in front of her was like a high wall, blocking her sight and blocking her back.

"No, don't block me."

"I want to see Mr. Trump!"

Misha was so anxious that she almost burst into tears.

This was a rare opportunity for her as a civilian to come into contact with Mr. Trump. If she missed it, she wouldn't know how long it would take.

And by then, her revenge would be out of the question.

"what do I do?"

Misha lowered her eyes, bit her lip, and her clenched fists trembled slightly.

Finally, Misha seemed to have made up her mind and raised her head resolutely, tears welling up in her slightly red eyes. (End of chapter)