Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Cassius stared at the brand new family panel in front of him. This guy really jumped over the dragon's gate and soared into the sky.

[Dragon Winged Kobold Warlock]

Medium humanoid (kobold), lawful evil

AC: 16 (natural armor)

Speed: 30 feet, fly 50 feet

Strength - 15

Agility - 14

Constitution——16

Intelligence - 10

Perception - 8

Charm - 11

Senses: Darkvision 60 ft., Passive Perception 8

Language: Common, Draconic

Proficiencies: Construction +4, Trap +4, Excavation +6, Stealth +6

Features: Swarm tactics, fire resistance

Actions: Dagger, sling, claw, bite

Professional Level: Warlock 1

Caster Level: 1

Cantrips: Fire Arrow, Light

Level 1: Burning Hands

Challenge Level: 5 (1700xp)

The challenge level of this kobold has jumped from a pitiful 1/8 to level 5. It is already able to fight against a team of well-trained soldiers and barely ranks among the advanced combat capabilities of the Ember Nest.

Doro below looked at the reborn kobold, with his arms folded and a rather unkind look on his face.

"Gold teeth."

The dragon-veined hobgoblin whispered the name.

Originally, this guy could be easily kicked away by him.

The current kobold, or Erd, is close to two meters in size, can fly, and has mastered spells, and has become a quite difficult opponent.

Since that conflict, the kobold has firmly embraced the ogre magician's thigh. It can be said that in today's Ember Nest, Trump's status is still unshakable.

Trump, who was also watching not far away, just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"really not bad."

The ogre subconsciously wanted to push the glasses on the bridge of his nose, but found that the exquisite silver-rimmed glasses had been crushed into pieces during the transformation.

He had no choice but to put down his hands with regret, secretly wanting to grab a stronger pair.

The gift ceremony is finally over.

Cassius slowly spread his wings, letting his shadow cover the many monsters beneath him.

He activated his [Chief Aura] with all his strength, exuding a convincing and absolute influence that impressed all the family members present from the bottom of their hearts.

"A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. My Burning Nest only needs strong men, not mediocre wastes."

"Keep fighting for me."

"Prove your loyalty to me with blood and fire."

"You will also gain great strength and endless lifespan."

As vested interests, the leaders of the favored clans took the lead in cheering.

The dragon spits blazing fire into the sky, the kobold spreads its newly acquired wings, and Trump shows off his huge body and hard scales.

With Cassius's acquiescence and even encouragement, they showed off their newfound power wantonly.

The monsters in the Burning Ember Nest also cheered and jumped for joy. Whether they were kobolds, goblins, or ogres, they roared and screamed crazily, with endless yearning and fanaticism for power rising in their hearts.

The noisy celebrations echoed in the valley for a long time.

January.

Feather-like snowflakes were floating in the sky, dancing with the howling wind, and the diffuse ice fog reduced visibility outside to less than a hundred meters.

At this time, it seems that it has reached the coldest season in Anzeta Wilderness.

More than three months have passed since that impressive "gift ceremony."

Shortly after his transformation, Jinya was sent to the dark mines, leading more than three hundred of his kin to dig gold for the Red Dragon in the warm underground.

When the snow melts next spring, the kobolds will transport the gold back to Ember Nest.

At the same time, they also received the task of finding elemental ores - this is Cassius looking for energy for the Eye of the Storm King.

During this time, many creatures heard the news and joined the Burning Ember Nest.

The hobgoblin warlord "Skull Face" came here with his army of hundreds of hobgoblins and a large amount of money to escape the wanted pursuit of the Northland Kingdom. Just a week later, the strange hobgoblin warlord accidentally drowned in a manure pit, and his remaining troops naturally fell under the command of the dragon-veined hobgoblin Doluo.

Doro finally had the excellent soldiers he had dreamed of, instead of ordinary goblins who were weak and cowardly and didn't even dare to go to the battlefield.

Later, more than thirty satyrs came to seek refuge, hoping to spend the cold winter in the warm Ember Nest.

These satyrs themselves are weak and have no concept of good and evil. They are noisy felines driven by curiosity and hedonism. However, their panpipe playing was similar to that of minstrels and could produce some wonderful magical effects, so it was also accepted by Cassius.

In such a cold season, the Burning Ember Nest is still relatively warm.

On the one hand, the high slope of the storm did not reach the northernmost point of Anzeta. On the other hand, the undulating mountains blocked the invasion of cold wind, leaving a few traces of warmth in the valley.

Especially the red dragon's residence is particularly warm.

At this time, in the Giant's Mouth Cave, Cassius slowly opened his sleepy eyes, and his huge body was lying across the cave in the most geothermal place.

"Master, I brought you the person you asked for."

Doro led several hobgoblin guards and respectfully walked into the cave entrance.

The guards were carrying a ragged human with messy hair. He was the slave trader Hart who had been captured by the red dragon himself.

"Have you completed the task I gave you?"

"It's been a success, Master."

Doro replied.

After saying that, the hobgoblin guards on the left and right pulled out several scrolls from their backs and handed them over. The scrolls were written in common language, with sloppy handwriting and some crude drawings.

Hobgoblins are proficient in all skills related to military and warfare, including torture. The task given to him by the Red Dragon was to take out all the information in this human's mind and ensure its authenticity.

And Hart was just a slave trader who was greedy for life and afraid of death. Doro didn't use any means. He only used the simplest threats to make him reveal everything he knew.

"Then stand down."

"yes."

Doro and the guards calmly resigned.

Cassius looked at the nervous human in front of him and said:

"Long time no see, Hart."

Hart was shaking all over, his legs went limp and he knelt on the ground, saying in a trembling voice:

"Kay, Lord Cassius, the master of the Burning Ember Nest, the powerful red dragon, I have understood my fault. I am willing to compensate for all losses. I only ask that you leave my small and humble life."

The red dragon grinned, revealing its sharp teeth. This smile made Hart feel creepy.

Cassius said: "Not only do I not need your compensation, but I also want to let you go back."

Hart looked stunned and asked subconsciously:

"Go back to where?"

"Sig Town, your Lord Baron and I may have something in common."

The baron's cold gaze appeared in Hart's mind, and he murmured: "Lord Baron, he, he will kill me."

The red dragon stood up slowly and unhurriedly, looking down at the shivering human being, its golden vertical pupils flashing with a light worth pondering.

"No, he won't."