Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

On the endless flat snowfield, two wide rivers meet and flow slowly, watering the fertile black soil.

It is September now. Although the weather is getting colder, the river surface has not frozen yet, but there are some accumulated ice cubes floating on it.

These are the Inaki River and the Oluer River. After the ancestors of the Scandinavians migrated to the Anzeta Wilderness, they built cities along these two rivers and eventually formed the United Kingdom of the North. Therefore, they are also regarded as the "mother rivers" of the entire Scandinavians civilization.

There is also a rather strange legend. It is said that tens of thousands of years ago, the goddess of winter Oluer had sex with a huge stone giant named "Inaki", and finally gave birth to the Anzeta Wilderness, a "land without spring" shrouded by cold winds all year round and filled with rocky mountains everywhere. These two rivers are named after this and have been passed down to this day.

However, this is just the fantasy of ignorant mortals.

In the southern part of the Okagra Plain, there were allied fortifications and busy soldiers, including many players.

Just as the soldiers were busy, a familiar voice sounded again, and the shadow of a man with noble temperament and handsome face appeared in the army.

"In fact, you have no reason to fight for them or sacrifice your life for them."

"And I am the king, in the name of the Burning King Cassius"

As the voice echoed, the soldiers involuntarily put down their work and turned their attention to the "speech". This shadow and voice seemed to have some kind of magic.

"Damn, so handsome——"

"I'm going to rebel."

"Is this the human form of Cassius next door? Love it, this face is simply a work of art, the official really understands it."

"I'm sorry, Duke Leo, you are a good person, but His Majesty Cassius is so fragrant."

"I've decided! I'm going to surrender later!"

"Ahhh, I've become a prisoner of His Majesty Cassius."

"The players in the Kingdom camp are eating too well."

The voices of female players and even some male players were heard, and they didn't even hide it much.

Hearing these treasonous words, Count Trischka, who was supervising in the army, twitched his mouth slightly, but he was used to treating the words of these "Starfallers" as farts.

After the players arrived in large numbers, the Principality of Bosk, which was in urgent need of power, naturally noticed these "unexpected factors", and Count Leo also began to try to absorb these immortal "Starfallers". Now there are more than 5,000 such people in the coalition.

After all, even after the publicity, nearly half of the players did not choose North Wind Castle as their birth point.

Trishka strode forward and pierced the magic crystal with a sword, making the bewitching shadow disappear. He did this countless times. Those wyverns often dropped these things.

"Don't listen to the bewitching of the evil dragon!"

"Once anyone is found to have hidden the crystal, he will die!"

Trishka stepped hard on the debris on the ground and said loudly.

"No! My Lord Cassius!!"

"Alas, I can't feast my eyes again."

"Happy times are always short."

"This NPC is so annoying, can he get out of the way?"

"Next time we see such good things, we will pick them up first and take them to the base to secretly look at them, hehe."

The voices of disappointment from the players came one after another, still without any regard for Trishka who was right next to him.

Suddenly, veins popped up on Trishka's forehead, and he tried to suppress the urge to execute those Starfallers.

"Ignore these rude people."

"I have to report to the Duke first and discuss how to deal with them."

He thought so with a serious expression.

The messenger who fled from the front line hurriedly sent a message that the east and west defense lines had completely collapsed, and the coalition led by Loren was also annihilated. The situation was not optimistic. They were already the last hope of the North.

But fortunately, the allies this time were more reliable than ever before.

In the tent, the particularly gloomy voice of Grand Duke Leo sounded.

"What?"

"A large-scale rebellion broke out in the Holy Fadlan Empire? That Count Fabric left without saying goodbye?"

"My lord, it should be like this."

"Their spellcaster opened a portal and should have left Anzeta directly and went to the territory of the Fadlan Empire. He won't be able to come back in a short time."

"Damn it! Why is this happening!"

Grand Duke Leo slammed the table angrily, but he could do nothing about it.

You must know that the Divine Count himself is also a legendary level of strength, plus the legion he brought from Fadlan, this is definitely an indispensable force in the "Anti-Red Dragon Alliance".

In his mind, the importance is even higher than the armies of all the northern countries combined.

However, with the rebellion, the earl and his legion left without saying goodbye, and the coalition also lost an important force.

Archduke Leo stared at the parchment map on the table, clenched his fists, and whispered:

"Fortunately, we can still rely on the silver dragon elder and Asmo from Mount Heaven."

"In the Battle of Stravburg, the red dragon will definitely come in person."

"As long as he is killed, there is still hope for everything."

"The thousand-year foundation of the North can also be preserved."

When the archduke's emotions were completely stable, Count Trischka said, "My Lord Duke, I'm here to report the intelligence."

"Come in."

Grand Duke Leo looked at him and asked tiredly:

"Tell me, how is the situation on the front line?"

Trischka observed the Duke's face, hesitated for a moment, and then replied in a low voice: "The situation on the front line is very bad."

But Archduke Leo was surprisingly not angry and just continued to ask:

"How bad is it?"

"The 'first line of defense' coalition forces led by Laurent were completely annihilated, and the two defense lines of the Principality of Carter and the Principality of Fano were also breached. This is all the information we can know."

Grand Duke Leo seemed to have expected this. He just nodded slightly and did not feel sad at all for the death of his second son.

To him, so-called heirs are like consumables.

This is Leo Bosque. He is the hero who once led the revival of the Principality of Bosque. He is also a hero who fights against monster invasion. He is also a pure political creature. This is not a contradiction.

"What a bunch of useless trash."

"But they at least played a role in containing some of the Ember Kingdom's troops for us. All these sacrifices are worth it."

Leo Bossk lowered his head to look at the map. He drew out the long sword from his waist and pointed at the Ocaglar Plain in the center.

"Next, the fate of the United Kingdom of Northland, and even the fate of Anzeta as a whole, depends on this upcoming war."

"You will prevail"

"It's always been like this."

Trischka stood beside him and echoed in a low voice.

Duke Leo shook his head and said: "I'm afraid it's not us who decide the victory of this war, but those powerful beings."

He opened the curtain of the tent and looked at the sky outside. There seemed to be some kind of power accumulating in the thick clouds...