Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Casius's pale golden pupils revealed a trace of loss, and he shook his head with regret.

Ismail was resurrected.

Although he was fearless against the Great Sultan, he had no way to kill the Pasha in front of him.

And he was about to be unable to resist the impact of the Great Sultan's anger - after all, it was a quasi-divine existence, even if it was a projection, it was not easy to deal with.

Ismail saw the red dragon staring at him in the distance at a glance, and he shook his head repeatedly, and fear and uneasiness suddenly appeared on his face.

"You, you-"

"How could this happen! You should have been beheaded by me!"

"How dare you kill me!"

The scene of his sudden death and head falling to the ground was still in his mind

But soon, Ismail lowered his head and looked at the shrunken body, and found that most of his strength had been lost.

"You, what did you do to me?"

His voice trembled.

Even when he died, he was not so scared, and losing power made him feel real fear.

Strength, that's all he needs to survive.

Only the most powerful fire giants are qualified to become the Sultan's direct servants, the honorable fire giant Pasha.

Once he loses his strength, he is likely to be replaced by those fire giant rookies of lower status in the warlike race of fire giants.

"Ismail!"

"You idiot!"

The Great Sultan interrupted angrily.

Ismail looked at the projection of the Great Sultan in the distance, his expression suddenly became extremely panic and nervous, and he actually knelt down directly in that direction.

"My Lord!"

"I'm sorry, I failed your expectations! You... even spent your strength to revive me."

But the Great Sultan ignored the Pasha who had lost most of his strength, but stared at the red dragon, his eyes full of anger.

If eyes could kill, the Great Sultan would have already skinned and cut the red dragon into pieces.

Cassius, however, didn't care about the other party's gaze. He just licked his lips with a smile and said:

"Great Sultan, I'm here to negotiate. Let's stop fighting for the time being."

"Negotiate?!"

The fire giant asked back in disbelief, his tone seemed furious.

"You broke into my country, seized my city, killed my people, and killed my servants!"

"It has come to this point, and you still want to negotiate!"

Casius shook his head lightly and said nonchalantly: "Great Sultan, that's just from your perspective. In my opinion, it was your men who hunted down my family and insulted me in person."

"What I did was just legitimate defense."

Casius was still fearless.

The reason is not important.

Even if it was an outrageous reason like "legitimate defense of the city to kill the fire giants", he could say it without blushing.

In the communication between creatures in the evil camp, the most important thing is only one thing - force.

If the Great Sultan descended in his true form and still had the divine power of his heyday, Cassius would definitely run away in a hurry.

If he really couldn't escape, kneeling down and begging for mercy would not be unacceptable.

But now, a mere projection of the Great Sultan wanted to stir up any storm in front of him?

"What a legitimate defense!"

"If I don't stop you, will you continue to defend all the way to the City of Brass?!"

The Great Sultan's angry roar echoed in the scorching wasteland, raising waves of air.

But he quickly calmed down, staring at the red dragon in the distance, his eyes sinister, and no one knew what he was thinking.

It's over now.

Blind anger can't change anything, it will only make yourself look incompetent.

"Casius, I know you, the descendant of Tiamat, the red dragon that occupied the Great Wasteland of Anzeta in the material world, and called himself the so-called Burning Emperor."

"Tsk tsk, you have been in the limelight recently-"

"But you just came to the Fire Elemental Plane and broke into my kingdom. Aren't you afraid that you will never leave here?"

"Do you know-what kind of existence you are provoking?"

There was a naked threat in these words, and the Great Sultan did not hide his purpose.

Casius nodded slightly and said flatteringly: "Of course I know your identity-the master of the City of Brass, the supreme monarch of the Fire Giant Kingdom, and the supreme ruler of the Fire Elemental Plane."

If it were usual, the Great Sultan would only think that this was the other party's flattery.

But this red dragon just killed his servant in front of him and devoured the other party's power. This is undoubtedly an irony.

The Great Sultan's face became more and more gloomy.

And after reading the long list of complicated titles, Cassius paused for a moment.

Then he continued:

"But if you can appear here in your original form, I will never dare to step into the plane of fire."

He glanced at the other party with a half-smile, and greeted him pretentiously:

"It must be uncomfortable to be pierced through by Prince Zaman. Rul's Holy Flame Spear? Tsk tsk, it is said that you were pierced on the throne."

"You greedy and arrogant red dragon!"

The Great Sultan could not help but curse.

Casius' words hit his pain point again.

A few months ago, Zaman. Rul and the fire dwarf rebels entered the City of Brass through the secret passage.

The Holy Flame Prince sneaked into his charcoal palace and threw a deadly spear, almost killing him on the spot!

Until now, the Great Sultan has been recovering from his injuries in the City of Brass and dared not step out of the palace.

The city was also guarded more strictly than ever before, all passages were blocked, and entry to any place had to undergo strict inspection.

Thinking of this, the Great Sultan stared at the red dragon with a sinister look and said hatefully: "Who sent you? What do you want?"

"Who sent me?"

Casius repeated the Great Sultan's question, shook his head and laughed, and then continued to speak.

"That depends on your choice."

"If you insist on being an enemy of the Burning Empire and fighting to the death, then I am the special soldier sent by the Prince of Holy Flame."

"I will fly in your vast country, passing through every city and every position of the fire giants, and slaughtering them like the god of death."

There was also a strong threat in Casius' words.

But there was a trace of imperceptible panic in the Great Sultan's expression.

Because what the other party said was feasible.

The war on the front line was tense, slave uprisings broke out in various cities, and the high-end combat forces of the fire giants were sent to fight with the followers of the Prince of Holy Flame.

As the Great Sultan of the Fire Giants, he was seriously injured and recuperated in the palace all day.

In this situation where the front line was tense and the rear was empty, no one could stop this ancient dragon-level or even more terrifying war machine.

And the Prince of Holy Flame would probably be happy to see such a helper.

This guy might really mess up the Fire Giant Kingdom and give the rebels a chance to overthrow the rule of the Fire Giants.

The Great Sultan was thinking, and Cassius's words continued.

"But if you cease fire with the Burning Empire, give up pursuing these misunderstandings and frictions, apologize to me, and show friendship to the Empire-"

"Then all this is just a misunderstanding. I will not interfere with your burning war, and I can even provide you with military support within my ability."

Cassius raised his head, with a plain smile on his ferocious dragon face.

"I have always pursued peace and do not advocate the use of force. All conflicts can be resolved through negotiation."

"Is that right?" (End of this chapter)