Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Avendel Dan, the dwarves finally broke away from the joyous atmosphere of victory and began to silently clean the battlefield and clean up the bodies of their compatriots.

There were dark scorch marks and mottled bloodstains everywhere on the city wall, and there were large pieces of solidified metal under the city wall.

Thousands of dwarf warriors died heroically in this battle. Even if they died, they did not forget to fight the orcs and protect their common home.

The older dwarf lifted the body that was still on the ground in a fighting posture, gently stroked its cheek, and closed its angry eyes.

“Child, go with peace of mind, Avendeldan has not yet fallen.

May you gain eternal life in the kingdom of Moradin. "

At the end of his speech, his voice was choked with sobs. Faced with the departure of his relatives, even the dwarf, who had always been bold and rough, could not help but feel sad.

The dwarf next to him also stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "I will definitely do it, Karl.

These dead compatriots are all heroes of our dwarves, and the gods of Modinsaman will not treat them badly.

Our heroes will live a carefree life in Paradise Mountain, forging the best armor and weapons for Father God. "

The dwarf named "Karl" nodded heavily, his eyes becoming more determined.

"I will follow your Majesty to guard Avendeldan and drive the orcs back to the north, so that their heroic spirits can be comforted."

"Yes, the orc offensive is far from over. Now is not the time to be sad."

After all, the shield dwarves of the Alpine Kingdom only withstood the first wave of the orcs' offensive.

The huge army composed of hundreds of thousands of orcs and surrounding Aiwendeldan was like a haze in the hearts of the dwarves, lingering for a long time.

"It was a brutal battle

Fortunately, we finally defended Avendeldan and preserved the dignity of the mountain kingdom. "

Standing on the towering city wall, overlooking the scorched earth ruins below, Ed, as the king, couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Even when the army of Holy Fadelan invaded a hundred years ago, he was not so nervous. After all, this time the orcs came out in full force without reservation.

What's more, as enemies for tens of thousands of years, the blood feud has long been irresolvable. There is no room for reconciliation between the dwarves and the orcs, and they will fight to the death.

Bjorn appeared next to Ed, with happiness still on his face: "Your Majesty, we would like to thank this strange guest."

Ed said sincerely: "Yes, if it weren't for that golden dragon, Ivan Deldan would probably be in danger today.

But Bjorn, don’t you know him? "

Bjorn shook his head: "Golden dragons that can reach this size are at least at the level of ancient dragons. They rarely appear on the Fianso continent.

He is most likely a reinforcement from Heavenly Mountain, a righteous person who believes in His Majesty Bahamut. "

Ed raised his head and looked at the sky, only to see the golden dragon still hovering high in the sky, seemingly observing the situation of the orc army.

So the dwarf king waved his hand in the air and shouted loudly.

"Powerful and noble Golden Dragon, you are the benefactor of our mountain kingdom and even the entire dwarf clan!

I am the king of the shield dwarves. Please come to the city of Avendeldan and talk to me——"

"Ouch——"

The golden dragon high in the sky seemed to hear the dwarf's cry and let out a loud roar.

Immediately, the golden dragon waved its undulating wings, hovering gracefully above the city wall as if swimming in the air, and slowly descended.

Many scholars agree that gold dragons are the most graceful flyers of all the true dragons, and gold dragons particularly agree with this sentiment.

The shadow cast by the dragon swept over the city wall and enveloped many dwarves.

"Moradin is on top"

"God."

Facing such a behemoth, even though they knew it was an ally, the dwarf warriors were still a little nervous. They couldn't help but swallow their saliva and tighten their grip on the crossbows in their hands.

"boom!"

The huge body of more than thirty meters long stepped on the solid tower, making a loud noise, but the figure seemed quite light.

——This golden dragon has been as cautious as possible, almost tiptoeing, but it still crushes the rocks under its feet.

Countless pairs of eyes looked from bottom to top in surprise, shock, and even admiration towards this majestic giant dragon that was as magnificent as a golden statue.

Ed also raised his head in surprise and looked up at this strange visitor.

I saw the golden dragon folding its wide wings extending to its tail on its back like a huge golden moth.

This golden dragon has pupils like molten gold ponds, with more than a dozen slender whiskers floating around its mouth.

——This makes his appearance look wise and mature, and also full of the graceful and luxurious temperament unique to the golden dragon.

It is indeed a golden dragon, and it is the elder among the golden dragons. It is very likely that he is a noble ancient dragon.

Ed and Bjorn thought at the same time in their hearts.

As the upper-level rulers of the Alpine Kingdom, they had also visited Heaven Mountain and seen those huge and majestic metal dragons.

As the recognized leader of the metal dragons, the golden dragon with golden scales and whiskers is undoubtedly the most unique and dazzling existence among them.

The golden dragon looked around and finally fixed its gaze on the dwarf king.

In the eyes of the arrogant dragon, only the legends among the dwarves are barely worth making friends with.

Ed quickly lowered his head and bowed deeply: "Kind Golden Dragon, please forgive me for being rude. I am shocked by your majestic appearance.

This time our mountain kingdom was able to withstand the orcs' offensive. We would also like to thank you for your help and your kindness. We, the shield dwarves, will never forget it. "

He took a deep breath, and then said in a serious tone with gratitude: "My name is Ed Klein, the king of Blackrock Mountain, a descendant of Dumathoin, and a follower of Moradin.

I wonder if I can know your honorable name?"

"Titus."

The golden dragon looked down at the dwarf and spoke slowly, his voice was quite magnetic, warm and low.

"You can call me Titus. As for my identity, I am just a passing golden dragon.

I just can't stand the rude and barbaric behavior of the orcs, so I gave you a little help."

Ed laughed heartily: "Sir Titus, you are more than a little help, you have changed the trend of this war!

If it weren't for your righteous action, facing the fierce offensive of the orcs, it would be a question whether Avendeldan could be saved.

Don't worry, as a reward, our High Mountain Kingdom will definitely offer you the most precious treasures. We dwarves are very confident in making utensils and jewelry."

The dwarf king has a lot of experience in dealing with metal dragons. He once fought side by side with the silver dragon of the Melward clan.

The most important point is that even if the metal dragon says that it doesn't care, you must never forget to give them enough money, otherwise they may be resented by the other party.

Holding grudges and greed are almost the characteristics of all dragons, even kind and righteous metal dragons can hardly escape this.

"Sir Ed."

The golden dragon turned his head and looked into the distance. His eyes, like a pool of gold, narrowed slightly, revealing a faint glittering light.

"We can talk about the reward later. It's not important. You know, your war is far from over.

The offensive just now was probably just a test. The number of orc troops is more than 200,000, and there are many strong ones who can compete with you and me."

"200,000?"

"Yes, and according to my observation, there are more orcs on the Ugo grassland moving to the south."

Ed's heart trembled immediately.

The number of orc troops has far exceeded the total population of the Alpine Kingdom. If this continues, the fall of Awendeldan is almost inevitable.

As if sensing the other party's emotional fluctuations, the golden dragon raised his eyebrows: "Are you afraid?"

The dwarf king sighed deeply and smiled bitterly: "Of course I'm afraid, who wouldn't be afraid?

But I'm not afraid of the orc army, but I'm afraid that my subjects will become slaves and that Avender, which symbolizes the glory of the dwarves, will fall.

Ed raised his head, his expression became serious, and his tone was still so firm: "Sir Titus, thank you again for your deep understanding of justice.

The Mountain Kingdom is the foundation of our dwarf clan passed down from generation to generation. Even if the enemy is ten times more, we will never give up. "

"Very good."

The golden dragon folded his wings and walked lightly on the towering wall, inspecting the dwarf defenders.

"Dwarves, I see your determination and will to resist the invasion. The orc army is powerful, but not invincible. I will continue to stay in Avender to help you until the victory of the war. "

Ed solemnly placed the warhammer on his chest, his voice full of gratitude: "On behalf of all the people of the Mountain Kingdom, I pay my respects to you, the great Lord Titus.

From this moment on, you are our eternal friend. My ability is limited, but no matter where you are in Feansor, the dwarves will do their best to help you. ”

Unlike the elves who are reserved, dwarves have always been clear about what they like and hate, and like to speak their mind, even their king is no exception.

In the mind of the dwarf king, this mysterious and powerful golden dragon has become a solid ally of their mountain kingdom.

Although he does not know the origin of the so-called "Lord Titus", this is a noble golden dragon!

The golden dragon is a symbol of justice and order, a loyal believer of Bahamut, and a leader among metal dragons. Who would question such an existence?

However, at the same time, the golden dragon felt particularly comfortable. Instead of calling him "Titus", it is better to call him by his real name - Cassius. Klauber. Norikius.

Yes, this golden dragon is the Burning Emperor, or more accurately, the dragon shadow incarnation that carries the emperor's will.

At this moment, his body is still in the dragon blood within the empire. Refining the blood of Karix on the mountain.

After leaving the Anzeta wilderness, Cassius used the ability of [Incarnation of Ancient Dragon] to transform into an ancient golden dragon.

Then, relying on his understanding of the plot, he intervened in the "Blackrock Mountain Battle" at the most critical moment, which was famous in later generations, and helped the dwarves win.

In fact, even if the golden dragon incarnated by Cassius did not intervene in this war, the "Lord of the Mountain" Ed would break free from the shackles, rely on the holy relics left by the gods of Modin Samman to resist the offensive of the orcs, and fight to the death to defend Avendeldan.

But Cassius turned the icing on the cake into a timely help, making the appearance and assistance of "Golden Dragon Titus" an indispensable part of the dwarfs' victory.

"Haha. Dwarves, since I saved your country and you are so grateful, then repay me with the entire Blackrock Mountains.

In the near future, my empire will collect due compensation from you. "

Looking at the grateful expressions of the dwarves, Titus, or rather Cassius, laughed secretly in his heart.

But Ed said worriedly: "Sir Titus, can you contact His Majesty Bahamut in Mount Heaven?"

"Tsk, now I am no longer qualified to face His Majesty Bahamut, and I am even ashamed to face my compatriots.

Now I can only do my best to practice Bahamut's justice to barely atone for my sins."

Titus shook his head slowly, looking at the blue sky, his voice low.

After hearing the Golden Dragon's riddle-like answer, Ed realized something was wrong, and thought of many stories in history about people who disobeyed the gods and were punished.

The Dwarf King hurriedly lowered his head, "Sorry, Sir Titus, I have no intention of offending you by prying into your past, and I have no intention of offending you."

"I know."

"It's just that our current strength is too weak. I'm afraid that the warriors of Avendeldan alone can't fight against the army of hundreds of thousands of orcs."

The Golden Dragon turned his head and looked at the ruins under the city wall. His slender whiskers floated in the air, looking quite elegant.

"It's okay, Sir Ed, if I remember correctly, the time is almost up."

"What time?" The Dwarf King looked puzzled.

But the golden dragon raised his mouth, and a meaningful smile appeared on his wise face: "When will the allies of the High Mountain Kingdom arrive in Avenderdan?"

According to the plot, after receiving the letter, the Elf Queen, regardless of the obstruction of the Elder Council, immediately dispatched her own guards to Avenderdan to assist the dwarves in resisting the orcs' southward advance.

Among the reinforcements she sent was the famous legendary paladin, "Twilight Blade" - Rhea. Nero.

"Haha, this is really an old acquaintance, or more accurately, an enemy."

Thinking of the powerful paladin who made him flee in embarrassment when he first met him, Cassius felt particularly emotional.

Although Cassius didn't have much impression of the dragon mother who he had only met once, the urgency and humiliation of having life and death in the hands of others still left a deep impression on him.

More than a decade passed in a flash, and when he met this half-elf paladin again, he didn't expect that his identity had become the respected "Ancient Golden Dragon".

"Wow--"

Before the words fell, the space under the city wall was distorted by the flickering white light.

Then, under the tense gaze of many dwarf warriors on the city of Avender, a star-studded portal appeared and slowly opened.

A half-elf wearing silver light armor and a silver sword on her waist strode out.

She raised her head, revealing her beautiful and cold face, with her silver hair neatly tied behind her head.

The half-elf looked at the dwarf on the city wall, and was slightly surprised to see the huge golden dragon, and then nodded in greeting.

"Respected Lord of the Mountains, I come with the will of Her Majesty Iselin, the King of Serenia and the Lord of the Moon Elves.

We will abide by the sacred alliance of thousands of years and resist the invasion of orcs together with the shield dwarf allies of the Kingdom of the Mountains."

Behind the half-elf, hundreds of pure-blooded elves with fair skin and long ears walked out of the portal one after another.

The elves appeared in front of everyone wearing silver light armor, holding silver longbows or wooden staffs, riding Pegasus, unicorns and other kind beasts with unique magic.

These are the personal guards who are loyal to the elven queen Iselin only - the Silver Moon Followers, and they are all the forces she can mobilize at this moment.

In order to continue this thousands of years of holy alliance and resist the southward invasion of orcs, this queen who is regarded as a puppet has staked all her chips.

And Ed's expression was stunned at first, and then it was uncontrollable ecstasy: "Sir Titus, your attainments in prophecy magic are really amazing to me." (End of this chapter)