Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Victoria Harbour, Lower Town, Wilson Street.

The streets are bustling with people coming and going. You can see fishermen selling fish, followers of the Sea Queen, topless boatmen, and even groups of gang members.

Players who were called "immortals" by the residents of Victoria Harbor were mixed in, and they didn't feel much out of place.

"Victoria's Birth is really hard to play. The upper city area doesn't allow us players to enter, and the forces in the lower city area are a mixed bag."

"If I had known better, I would have chosen Burning Ember Empire. The moment they entered, there was a demon war. Some of them have reached level six."

"Isn't that right? Last time I successfully completed the mission, I was silenced by that gang. Even the body was tied with stones and thrown to the bottom of the sea. It's really unreasonable."

"It's all about taking advantage of others. Otherwise, this is Erezgai's 'Sin City'. That's the kind of energy we want."

"Haha, my buddy has become the bishop of some underground cult. If I really can't survive, I will join him."

"Is he the founder of the 'Cult of the Immortal'? The one who said that all those who follow him can become immortal?"

"Damn, some fools really believe it."

Several players were chatting while walking towards the tall tower in the distance that was incompatible with many dilapidated buildings - that was their destination, the Coast Tower.

"Among the various forces in Victoria Harbor, Coast Tower has the most generous rewards."

"Yes, and everyone says that the origin of this mysterious NPC is not simple. It is said that the Black Hand Gang and the Blood Sea Order were destroyed by him."

"You have to take advantage of the opportunity to increase Doral's favorability. Maybe you will have the opportunity to join the Coast Tower."

Outside the Coast Tower, players crowded here and talked, but they still followed the requirements of the servants in the tower to get out of the main road and waited outside the tower to submit tasks.

The servant opened the door and said outside: "Next."

"Me first, I came first!"

A tall player squeezed through the crowd and rushed into the tower.

Facing the mysterious NPC in gray robes with a half-smile on his face, the player made a standard 90° bow:

"Lord Hermit, we have discovered some clues about the Order of the God of Dominance, please take a look!"

He took out a wet package that exuded a fishy smell from his backpack and presented it with both hands.

It contained the head of Joel Nathan, the tavern owner who disappeared a few days ago. Due to being damp for a long time, it had even rotted and developed maggots.

However, the player regarded it as a treasure and even chopped off the head of the corpse as a token to be handed over to the hermit.

"As expected of a player..."

Cassius, who transformed into a "hermit", sighed secretly in his heart, but still accepted the head calmly.

"Very well, Immortal, you have completed my mission and deserve to be rewarded."

"Wow."

The hermit waved his hand casually, and several gold coins appeared on the wooden table in front of the player.

Looking at the glittering gold coins in front of him and the words "Favorability +5" and "Experience +500" displayed on the panel, the player's eyes lit up.

His knees weakened, and he knelt on the ground and howled: "Thank you, Lord Hermit, you are my reborn parents!

I have been alone since I was a child, with no one caring about me, living in Victoria Harbor. It was your Coastal Tower that made me feel the warmth of home."

"Go, go, don't waste time here."

Faced with the player's emotional and tearful words, the maid carrying a broom drove him out without hesitation.

In the past few days, she has seen too many undead people who want to join the Coast Tower. Some people have already calculated their stories, and some people have directly performed dramas.

"Next one."

Another player pushed open the door and walked in. With a flattering smile on his face, he approached the hermit and handed him a sack.

"Lord Hermit, after all the hard work, I finally found Joel Nathan's hand."

The player opened the sack, and there was a bloody and rotten severed hand inside.

Looking at this so-called "clue", Cassius, who turned into a hermit, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly and thought to himself:

"Good guy, this is to tear Jonathan into pieces and collect rewards one by one, right? Do you still want me to fix the bug here?"

Thinking of this, the hermit's face darkened. He stared at the player in front of him and said in a deep voice: "Your companion has already submitted a task to me.

Immortal, don't play tricks in front of me. "

"Yes, yes, sir."

The player apologized quickly, with an expression on the verge of tears, feeling that he had been deceived by his teammates.

"hehe.

The layout on the Victoria Harbor side is almost complete. "

Looking at the endless stream of players at the entrance of Coast Tower, the corners of Cassius' mouth raised slightly.

As the popularity of "Erezegai" has increased, players have appeared throughout the Fianso continent, and their number is conservatively estimated to be more than 10 million.

The players just now were all well-known professional players in their previous lives, and the team they formed was known as the "Ghost Squad".

This team made waves in the Fianso Continent in the previous life, and did everything: for example, the mages in this team were responsible for splitting the sacred objects enshrined by the Amaunata Church and attracting divine punishment.

Cassius plans to use Victoria Harbor as a base to establish a new organization through these "undead" and gradually build an intelligence network to deal with the mind flayer's plan.

The Chosen of the Three Gods of Death stole Karthus' crown from the underworld and divided up the three Netherstones, thereby controlling the mind flayer's mastermind.

They want to combine the power of Nese magic with the mind flayer mastermind, calling it the "Lord of Overlords", and hope to take over the world.

However, the mind flayers are not only being exploited, but also want to borrow the crown of Karthus in turn, looking for opportunities to break free and regain the glory of the ancient mind flayer empire.

The Goddess of Magic, the God of Justice, the Sun God and even the Lord of Hell have all mixed in their own powers and want to take advantage of the opportunity to make profits.

In this complicated situation, it is obviously irrational to reveal one's true identity rashly.

What the Hermit, or Cassius, has to do is to use the players' hands to sabotage the plan, disrupt the situation, fish in troubled waters, and win Karsus' crown at the last moment.

According to his plan, by that time, the Ember Empire would have completed its conquest of the Thracian Kingdom, and could advance westward in the name of "fighting the invasion of the Mind Flayers" to capture Victoria Harbor.

"The crown of Karthus, the Port of Victoria, the legacy of the Mind Flayer Empire. I want them all."

Thinking of this, the hermit held the bronze scepter on his finger, and there was an imperceptible greed in his light green pupils.

Northeastern part of Fianso continent, Blackstone Mountain.

This mountain range at the end of the world stretches for thousands of miles, like a sleeping giant in ancient legends. This is where the Alpine Kingdom is located and the common home of the dwarves.

The mountain is composed of countless hard black rocks, in which countless precious ores are buried, hence the name "Black Stone Mountain".

The cold wind is biting and the wind is howling. A majestic fortress stands deep in the winding mountains. This is the capital of the Alpine Kingdom and the greatest fortress of the Northern Shield Dwarves - Avendeldan, which means "the one that will never collapse". city".

Its outer wall is made of huge stones that have gone through many vicissitudes of life, which is simple and solid. Moss grows between the cracks between the stones, and the traces of time have left faint marks on each stone brick.

The gates of the fortress are made of hard oak and steel, and the two huge doors are engraved with the coat of arms of the dwarf royal family - intertwined shields and war hammers.

The rock walls on both sides of the city gate are also carved with heroic stories of the dwarf ancestors. The door knocker looks like two huge iron fists, tightly clenched together.

At the top of the fortress, stands the nearly 100-meter-high statue of Moradin. This dwarf god is lifelike, as if he is examining every visitor.

The interior of the fortress is intricate and full of the unique rough and bold style of the dwarves. Stone corridors connect the rooms, and torches are burning high, projecting warm light on the ground.

The busy figures of the dwarves looked particularly vivid under the firelight, and the crisp hammering sounds of "dang, dang" came one after another.

On the tower at the top of the fortress, a dwarf wearing a heavy fur coat and a mithril crown looked down at the people coming and going at the foot of the mountain with a solemn expression.

His name is Ed Crane, the ruler of Avendeldan and the king of the Mountain Kingdom. He is respectfully called "King Ed" by many dwarves in the country.

Behind him, an old dwarf sighed: "Your Majesty, the envoys we sent to various places have returned. The three kingdoms are in constant disputes and have no time to care about our lives.

And the elders of Serenya also regard the sacred covenant thousands of years ago as a joke. Gruumsh's dirty descendants are about to make a comeback, and we"

His name is Bjorn Reilly, he is over 200 years old and a veteran of the Mountain Kingdom.

Ed's face was sullen, his voice was like thunder, his thick beard was about to explode, and even the hand holding the steel hammer was shaking.

"How dare those arrogant and corrupt elves do this! Aren't they afraid of punishment from the gods?

If we dwarves had not stationed themselves in the north with our flesh and blood and blocked the orcs from going south several times, would they have the stable life they have now? "

Bjorn stepped forward and handed over a letter with beautiful handwriting: "Your Majesty, although the elders of Serenia are unwilling to help, their queen is willing to send troops. She just needs us to wait."

"Elven Queen?"

The dwarf king snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "What's the use of her autographed letter? It's just a puppet pushed out by the elven elders."

Bjorn reminded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the 'Twilight Blade' who killed the red dragon alone was a staunch supporter of the Elf Queen, and he was a powerful legendary paladin.

If we can win her over, it will be a big help to us. "

Aiden's anger subsided slightly, and he nodded slightly and said: "That's good, let's reply to the Canary Queen and say that we need the support of the Twilight Blade.

But even the legendary paladin is just one person and cannot completely change the overall situation.

What's more, the orc army is about to arrive, and they will probably be at the gates of the city in less than half a day. "

Ed looked to the north, and on the desolate plateau, there were already mottled torrents - they were the orc army.

For thousands of years, Avendeldan has experienced more than a dozen orc invasions, but has never been captured. The fortress has only been stained red with the blood of the enemy again and again.

But now, the continent of Fiansuo is in chaos, and the Alpine Kingdom is fighting alone for the first time, without the aid of any human or elf allies.

King Ed clenched the steel hammer in his hand and said in a strong voice: "The matter has come to this. We can only rely on ourselves.

Bjorn, go gather our warriors and assemble them at the foot of the mountain. "

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After a short while, the Dwarf King arrived at the towering walls in front of Avendeldan.

At the foot of the mountain, under the gaze of the statue of Moradin, there were dwarf warriors wearing heavy armor and holding war hammers, many of whom were riding argali.

That was the most elite force of the Mountain Kingdom - the Shield Guard.

The dwarves of this army wore the most indestructible armor made by the master dwarf craftsmen, and their bodies seemed to be shining.

They carried the most sophisticated heavy war hammers, and almost every soldier among them was a professional who had been through the battlefield for a long time, and was also a loyal follower of King Eddard and a loyal believer of Moradin.

The Dwarf King looked down at the army under his feet. He brewed for a long time before he made a loud voice.

"My people!

For thousands of years, our High Mountain Kingdom has resisted the orcs' southward advance thirteen times, and repeatedly drove those evil followers of Gruumsh to the desolate north.

But now, you should also know that these bastards are back! They want to occupy the fortress again, want to enslave our brothers and comrades, and want to make us dwarves slaves!

Do you agree?"

"No!"

"Kill them!"

"Drive these gray-skinned bastards back to the north!"

The dwarf warriors raised their war hammers high, waved their oak shields, and were indignant.

Eddard looked extremely solemn. His eyes swept over the angry faces of every dwarf. He pointed his warhammer into the distance and said in a sad voice:

"Thousands of years ago, the great dwarf god Moradin and the god of the elves defeated Gruumsh together. Serenya made a sacred oath with us and agreed to jointly resist the invasion from the north.

But now, those proud elves have betrayed the alliance! And the humans of Fadlan have long been in chaos.

We need to prove to the world that the great mountain kingdom does not need their help!! Even if we fight alone, we dwarves can drive away those orc bastards!"

Aidan's voice became more and more excited. He couldn't help but wave his warhammer and shouted: "My people, behind you is Awendeldan, your relatives and friends. If you don't want to be slaves of the orc bastards-then drive them out!"

"Drive them out!"

"We will destroy the orc bastards!"

The emotions of the dwarf warriors became even more excited. Their voices shook the earth and collided between the rock walls like waves, one after another.

At this time, the orcs' torrent had already appeared several kilometers away. These followers of Gruumsh let out furious war roars and looked greedily at the fortress standing in the mountains. (End of this chapter)