Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Now players have begun to expand."

"There are traces of players not only in Dragon Valley and Beifong Castle, but also in southern cities such as Katis City and Fort Kerry."

"It's really amazing..."

Cassius browsed the player forums and Trump's magic mirror, feeling secretly.

Yes, in addition to Langli Baitiao, some players have already left Bator City and come to unknown areas.

This is not simple. First, we must break through the numerous obstacles of monsters outside the Storm Slope. In addition to the Ember Nest, there are also sporadic rebel tribes such as frost giants, hill giants, orcs, etc., although they are squeezed to the heights. The edge of the slope, but still retains some strength.

Moreover, these players who have traveled far away cannot die easily. Once they die, all their previous efforts will be lost and they will return to Baator City.

"Hmm? What's the sound?"

Cassius's active, frilled dragon ears twitched and twirled as he tracked the sounds - red dragons have much sharper hearing than humans, possessing the ability to identify what sounds are important and filter out background noise and focus. The ability to make noteworthy sounds.

"Ding--"

There was a noise from somewhere in the corner of the cave.

I saw that the "Arcane Hermitage Medal" was flashing with mana aura, and a magical image emerged.

“Anzeta Chapter sincerely invites you to join us!”

"Party time: three days later"

“Location: Strawburg”

"Teleport coordinates: 1345.8375.527"

The Arcane Monastery, a famous mage organization in later generations, was founded by the famous legendary archmage Trafalenlo.

Initiates will meet regularly to share magic knowledge, exchange research results, and sometimes take the opportunity to seek help and eradicate evil. This seems to be the first gathering of the Arcane Monastery-Anzeta branch.

"Many famous figures from Anzetta will come to attend this branch meeting."

“I have to join in the fun—”

Thinking of this, Cassius called for the magic mirror.

"Trump, come here immediately."

Trump's ugly face appeared on the image, but at this moment he seemed to be counting his gold coins obsessively. It seemed that the greed in the blood of the Red Dragon had also had a profound impact on him.

"One hundred and one, one hundred and two, one hundred and three."

Gold coins were scattered one by one, making a crisp tinkling sound.

It wasn't until he heard Cassius' impatient call for the second time that he came back to his senses and said in a panic:

"Ah, I'm sorry, Master, I'll be there soon."

After a while, Trump suddenly landed from the sky and came to Cassius.

The ogre magician muttered: "Master, these 'Starfallers' you got are too easy to deceive. I sell magic scrolls at three or four times the market price, but they still rush to buy from me. , It’s a pity that these guys are very poor and don’t have many gold coins in their pockets. If everyone was so stupid, I wouldn’t have to rob those adventurers.”

"Master, do you think I should raise the price higher to earn more gold coins for you?"

Cassius blew out a burst of white smoke from his nose: "Rump, you must understand the concept of fishing for a big fish with a long term, and you can't catch all the fish."

"The prices of our goods should change as their consumption power increases. We send people to check their assets regularly, and every time we control the price just enough to keep them out of money without making them unable to survive. At this point, isn’t this enough?”

Lang Pu thought for a moment, clapped his hands and said, "Master, I admire your wisdom. I will go and get my men ready."

Cassius nodded with satisfaction.

Trump is getting better and better at squeezing players, which is really gratifying.

"But I didn't come to you this time to talk about the Starfaller."

"Here, look at this -"

Rumple looked at the corner of the cave and saw the translucent magical image.

"Arcane Priory?"

"That's right, do you want to see it?" Cassius smiled.

Trump's ugly and ferocious face suddenly showed a trace of nostalgia and joy.

"Of course, Master..."

He was originally ignorant and didn't understand what was happening. He just felt that he had become smarter for no reason.

Now, as the chief steward of the Burning Nest, Rumple has been in a high position all year round. He has devoted himself to studying magic for many years and has his own mage tower. He already understands what happened back then, and he has even been able to use the [Ring of Wisdom Research] further transformation.

Everything seems to be the deliberate arrangement of fate.

If this young and energetic mage apprentice had not gone out on a parade, if he had not knocked him out with a stick and eaten him, Trump might still be just a mediocre ogre who did nothing and had no idea.

——Like all ogres, they just want to eat and sleep, and he is definitely not qualified to be part of the red dragon's "great blueprint".

It was this experience that changed his life, or the birth of a demon.

"Transfiguration!"

The huge red dragon once again transformed into a noble young aristocrat with black hair and golden eyes, but this time he did not show dragon-like characteristics.

"It's still a bit restrictive."

Feeling the huge power within his body being restrained by the human form, Cassius moved his wrists.

He stared at Trump's huge body and frowned slightly: "The Arcane Hermitage is supposed to be a gathering of the good camp. I'm afraid it's unlikely that you will be able to appear in this form..."

"Yes, Master."

Rumple quickly waved his staff, communicated with the magic network, built a spell model, and turned into a human being.

"Transfiguration!"

It's just that the human in front of him is more than two meters tall, fat and muscular, covered with fat, and his face is even more swollen, making it impossible to see. He looks like an ogre wearing human skin - although this is indeed the case.

"Master, is this all right?"

Cassius looked at Trump quite speechlessly:

"Can you change it...this form doesn't look like a normal human being at all."

"We might as well just bring an ogre over there."

But Cassius forgot that ogres are not "artist" warlocks who cast spells with intuition and consciousness, but mages who require rigorous construction.

Rumple rubbed his head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Master, my spell model parameters have not been adjusted properly. It may take...seven or eight days to slowly improve it."

"Seven or eight days?"

"The Arcane Priory is coming to an end."

"How about this……"

Cassius thought for a moment.

"You transformed into a steel golem, and you still look a little normal. It should be normal for a noble spellcaster to be protected by constructs."

"Yes, Master."

Rumple cast the transformation spell again, but this time nothing went wrong. He easily transformed into a three-meter-tall giant statue covered in steel.

Although it still looks ugly, at least no one will doubt that this is some kind of chaotic evil creature.

"Bring me a cloak."

Rumple took out a slender cloak with "prevent prying" magic from the collection and put it on Cassius.

Cassius played with the mithril necklace in his hand and stroked the door-shaped pendant on it.

"Dimensional gate."

As the coordinates were confirmed, the space gradually distorted, and a crack opened in front of Cassius.