Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"[Cassius's Secret Treasure], have you all bought it?"

Steamed Bun looked at everyone eagerly, as if he wanted to find fellow Africans who were suffering from the same problem.

He took all the money from selling the dragon scales to the Stud Treasure Chest and took seven shots. In the end, he got nothing but the underwear of a certain adventurer.

The born-to-war maniac rubbed his bald head and smiled: "I'm pretty lucky, I got a pretty practical green outfit."

Xia Ye Qiuyu also smiled like a flower: "I fired the Fireball Staff, only once."

Steamed Bun was about to cry but had no tears: "How come they are all Emperor Ou - am I the only one who has a black face?"

But Singo shook his head.

Steamed Bun was immediately excited and bursting with joy.

He thought he had found an African brother who had the same problem, so he quickly asked eagerly: "Haha, you are also black, right?"

However, Singo said disdainfully: "I didn't buy it at all."

"Just watch the fun. Isn't this kind of activity purely for the official to cut leeks for fun? It is probably to control the gold coins in the hands of the beta players to prevent the gap from being too big after the server is launched."

"No, no fool really invested his savings, right? I really think I'm so lucky. With such little expectation, I might as well just spend money to buy it."

Upon hearing this output, the smile on Mantou's face suddenly froze.

He patted his chest and tried to comfort himself: "Fortunately, I'm not the worst. There are still twenty people who took out a pile of garbage."

"Charlotte, my good brother..."

He touched the tears at the corners of his eyes and smiled happily.

Charlotte is lying on the ground in the distance, as if she has turned into a black and white photo. [Magic Coin] Everyone in the guild is surrounding him, pouring him various magic potions, such as "spiritual potion", "violent potion", etc., hoping that the dear president can cheer up and come out of this tragic experience. .

Charlotte's name of "Twenty White Lights" has spread, becoming a hot topic on the forum and a spiritual comfort for countless African players.

Together with the deeds of another member of the guild, the Flying Witch, who "draws a double yolk egg", it is also known as the "Black and White Double Evil" or the "European and African Double Heroes".

"That's almost it."

"The server will be shut down in three hours. Do you still want to try some good wine worth twenty gold coins?"

Singo took out the beautifully packaged wine bottle and shook it deliberately, letting the sweet and alluring liquid hang on the wall of the bottle.

The wyvern also came to their side, rubbing its slender neck against the knight's body affectionately.

Steamed Bun was immediately filled with pride.

"Come on, come on! Don't go back until you're drunk!"

Langli Baitiao put his arm around Mantou's shoulders and said coquettishly:

“Let’s go together!”

"A prodigal beast, are you worthy?"

"It's the last day, don't be so stingy, right?"

"Ouch~"

"Damn it, why does this lizard you raise bite me again! Is he targeting me?"

Inside the Iron Dragon Wing Palace.

Cassius sat on the cold throne, staring closely at the panel and the magical images in various parts of the kingdom.

The countdown on the panel progresses minute by minute.

"10, 9, 8"

"2,1"

"0."

The numbers finally hit zero.

Without any warning, at this moment, the hustle and bustle in the tavern suddenly stopped, and the carnival in the square quietly stopped.

Whether in the wilderness, in a machine factory, or deep in the mountains, or even in the bloody mouth of a lion or scorpion, the bodies of all players are instantly transformed into tiny, illusory particles of light. Then it disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Although there are only more than a thousand players, Beifong Castle seems to be a lot less lively without players. Many local residents have become accustomed to this group of crazy guys, and are even a little unaccustomed to their disappearance, while Baator City, This is especially true in places like Sige Town where players started.

The boss who had just prepared the wine looked at the empty tavern and was speechless. It took him a long time to say: "Then who will pay for them?"

"Wait a minute. How do you control the magic circuit cutoff, and which indicator light should you look at?

"You haven't had time to say yet—"

The trainees in the factory witnessed their mentor disappear with their own eyes and were a little overwhelmed looking at the huge and complicated machines in front of them.

"Ouch?"

The manticore, which was just playing with its prey and swallowing the human alive, saw the duck in its mouth slip away and felt its empty mouth, but it had no choice but to let out a violent and furious roar. Its small brain was not enough. Understand that this is happening.

In the Iron Palace, Cassius asked the magic mirror:

"How's it going? Did you find anything unusual?"

Trump's ugly face appeared on the mirror, and he responded solemnly: "Still... not."

"We found twelve players to conduct experiments, and set up control experimental groups. We also monitored hundreds of players' spells, but we did not find any clues."

"According to common sense, no matter what method is used for this kind of large-scale transmission, there will definitely be traces of the magic network remaining, even if it is a miracle. But these 'Starfallers' simply seemed to disappear out of thin air. , without any spell fluctuations, and without leaving any traces of teleportation spells.”

Cassius said calmly: "I understand, this matter can be put aside for the time being."

"Okay, Master, I guess I have to help deal with the things left by the Mechanicus. After all, there are still too few truly intelligent spellcasters in the country. I'm worried that the people sent by the kingdom will not be able to operate correctly and cause losses."

"Go ahead."

As Cassius took the initiative to cut off the link, the mirror dimmed again, and Trump's image disappeared.

"As expected, it still doesn't work. What kind of power is hidden behind this so-called 'game system'?"

"Perhaps you really have to touch the realm of the gods before you can barely see the secret behind the fog."

Cassius looked at the words "Temporarily Closed Server" on the panel and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Red Dragon also paid considerable attention to this "server closure" incident, and gathered almost all the spellcasters in the Ember Kingdom to study it, but still found nothing - this can only show that the power level behind it is too high. , even a high-level mage like Jean Rumpu cannot understand it.

"call"

Cassius blew out a breath of sulfur-smelling smoke, and flames came out of his mouth, turning the inside of the palace into a fiery furnace. Fortunately, this was a brand-new palace, otherwise it would have caused another disaster.

"The ancestral blood in the body is almost uncontrollable. If it is not digested, there will be a volcanic eruption. It seems that it must be put into deep sleep within a month."

At this moment, the tiefling guard at the door knocked on the door at an inappropriate time and reported.

"Well!"

His hands were burned by the red-hot iron door, and he couldn't help but let out a scream, but he still reluctantly reported:

"Your Majesty, Lord Freed from Dragonsworn Hall is asking for an audience. This time he also brought twelve humans."

"Let them in."

Cassius replied calmly.

He waved his wings slightly, and the strong power of the domain immediately smoothed the magic network, calmed the restless fire element, and the hot air around him gradually cooled down.

"It seems that Fried has finally selected the first group of people."