Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

At the top of the tower in the center of the Black Wing, the current head of the Jezred family, Shalena Jezred, stared at the white torrent on the crystal ball with a solemn expression.

On the round table, there were more than a dozen female drow with different expressions. They were the elders of the Jezred family and the real rulers of the city.

Drow elves have always respected women, and male drow are often only worthy of being slaves to vent their desires.

"Courtship" is the duty of women. They choose their spouses like choosing a pet animal, and they change them frequently.

However, at this moment, facing the imminent danger, these drow elves have no time to enjoy their desires.

"Ross, what are those?"

Shalena asked with gritted teeth.

As she spoke, a faint black mist filled the tower.

As a descendant of the shadow dragon, Shalena not only has the pointed ears of the drow elves, but also often has black scales on her face. She also has the ability to cast shadow spells.

"According to the scouts we sent out, they are undead skeletons. They should come from Dragon Shadow City."

"Could it be Mortifer? No, we have already confirmed that he is dead."

"Wasn't Dragon Shadow City destroyed by the red dragon a long time ago?"

The drow elves were discussing.

But Shalena said in a deep voice: "It is the Burning Empire - the Burning Empire with the 'Dragon of the Burning World' as its emperor in the legend."

"The empire on the surface?"

"Damn it!"

"Then, that red dragon."

"These greedy guys obviously live on the surface, why do they want to get involved in the affairs of the Underdark!"

The drow elves were in chaos, some were terrified, some were angry, and some were full of resentment.

"Green-footed dragon snake skeleton."

"High-level corpse demon."

Shalena stared at the image on the crystal ball, and her slender fingers kept shaking.

"They are all high-level undead creatures. Such a legion is definitely not put together temporarily. This can only mean one thing-"

At the end, her throat trembled a little.

"They've set their sights on the Jezred family. No matter what the reason is, they want to completely destroy us."

The tower suddenly became silent.

"Boom, boom"

Suddenly, a series of dull noises came from the city wall, accompanied by the sound of bones rubbing against each other, mixed with the wailing and screams of the drow soldiers.

"Boom!"

Dozens of huge dragon and snake skeletons broke through the city wall and poured into the city, followed by thousands of undead skeletons.

The dragon and snake skeletons even climbed up the black tower and entangled outside it.

The corpse demon stood on the huge skull of the dragon and snake, overlooking the panicked drow elves, and showed a twisted smile again.

"The hunt has begun."

The capital of the Burning Empire, Istalia.

"Dang--"

The loud and long bell rang throughout the city, awakening the sleeping people and starting a busy day.

In a beautiful mansion in the inner city, George slowly opened his eyes and yawned.

He first washed in front of the mirror, then put on the military uniform, and finally put on the bronze medal representing the identity of "Imperial Baron".

"Tsk, it's like a dream. A real dragon blood noble."

George adjusted his collar, looked at the golden vertical pupils in the mirror that symbolized "noble blood", and nodded with satisfaction.

As a human who has received the gift, he already has the essence of magic, and is closer to a real dragon than those miscellaneous dragon beasts.

However, George did not exchange for a more conspicuous half-dragon potion like those radical colleagues - he still likes himself now.

George habitually came to the living room, clasped his hands together in front of the red dragon statue on the most shrine, closed his eyes, and bowed deeply.

"Good day, His Majesty Cassius."

"I hope you will bless me with victory in all battles and glory."

George's prayer was particularly sincere and came from the heart.

Placing the statue of His Majesty the Emperor in the living room and worshiping it every day has become a popular trend in the empire - especially in the army.

Even the poorest reserve soldier would ask the best blacksmith around to make a small statue with fine brass and put it in the rented room.

"Admire His Majesty, He will bring you endless victory."

"Praise His Majesty, He will bring you eternal glory."

The origin of these two sentences is no longer traceable, but many officers and soldiers of the empire believe it.

After doing all this, George placed three "kinnars" in front of the statue - it is said that this currency was designed by His Majesty himself.

George then put on the coat of the Imperial Army, put on the military cap, and opened the door.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, a warm greeting came from a distance.

"Good day, Baron George."

"Good day, Baron Grace."

George turned around - that was his current neighbor, Baron Grace Parrid, who was also a human soldier who won honors in the Northern War.

The two were in similar circumstances and were of the same race, so their relationship was naturally quite close.

The two dragon-blood nobles, who were also wearing military uniforms, greeted each other and then walked together to the station a hundred meters away.

"You're really early."

"Hehe, I heard that Marshal Doro has been strictly enforcing military discipline recently, and several slack officers have been dismissed. It's better to be early."

"Tsk tsk, those people in the military court don't know how to fight at all, they can only show off their power inside."

On both sides of the road are villas with similar styles and gardens.

In Istalia, where every inch of land is valuable, it is undoubtedly a great honor to own a house like this.

This is the inner city of Istalia. Only officers, officials, and big businessmen are worthy of living here. Many residents here are dragon blood nobles.

But George is just a small baron, living in the outermost part of the inner city, separated from the outer city by only a wall. 、

"Toot--"

The steam locomotive slowly drove in and stopped at the station, spewing out bursts of white smoke.

This locomotive is a little different from the ordinary one. The side of the locomotive is engraved with the emblems of rifles and artillery, and the interior is more luxurious.

This is an official military train, which is only responsible for picking up officers and soldiers, and no outsiders are allowed to enter.

"Good day, Baron."

"Thank you for your contribution to the Empire."

The inspector at the door of the train looked at the medals on the chests of the two men, nodded his head quickly, then bowed slightly and welcomed them in.

"Woo-woo--"

The train was running at high speed, making a sound, and the whistle on the top of it spewed out puffs of smoke.

Outside the window, people were coming and going, including hard-working workers, shouting newsboys, and those star-fallers running around.

There were all kinds of buildings on both sides of the road, and in the distance, you could see large-scale factories, with billowing black smoke coming out of the chimneys.

George sat quietly by the window, looking at the scene passing by quickly outside the window, holding his chin, thinking.

Too fast, everything changed too fast, faster than the change of the scenery outside the window.

A few years ago, this was still a wasteland full of natural atmosphere, and George himself was just a humble, animal-like serf.

Now, with the passage of time, a magnificent city has emerged, and he has become a respected "big man".

"It's like a dream."

George couldn't help but sigh again.

Looking at those buildings, he couldn't help but feel a surge of passion in his heart - and a surging impulse to give everything for this community.

This may be the "empire dream" described in the "Istalia Times".

George thought so. (End of this chapter)