Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Inside the gate of Istalia, flags were flying and people were crowded.

Tens of thousands of people from the Empire gathered here, crowded on both sides of the wide road, waving banners and flags in their hands, cheering like waves, and welcoming the return of the Imperial Army.

"For the Empire! For His Majesty Cassius!"

"Welcome the heroes of the Patriotic War home!"

"Under the wise leadership of His Majesty Cassius, the Empire has once again won a great victory!"

"Warmly celebrate the return of all the heroes of the Empire!"

In this warm atmosphere, the soldiers of the Empire lined up in neat rows, strode into the city, and the standard leather boots hit the ground, making neat and loud sounds.

Another steam tank slowly drove in, and the engines of these steel behemoths ran at a low intensity, making a dull roar.

They were also "heroes" who had experienced the Patriotic War, killing countless demons on the battlefield, and even the tracks were stained with purple-black blood, becoming bloodstained.

"Casius, above!"

"It's a steam tank! This is the trump card of our empire!"

"What kind of monster can cause damage to these imperial heavy weapons!"

"Look, that's the Emperor's Wrath! It is said that it killed tens of thousands of demons on the battlefield!"

At this moment, the "Emperor's Wrath" was not only covered with wounds, but also had a shocking scratch several meters long on the left side of the armor.

But this is not just a simple damage, it also shows the great merits of this steam tank in fighting against large monsters such as demon hunting spiders and slaughter demons.

A dragon vein goblin with the "Hero of Defending the Country" medal leaned out of the tank, waved excitedly at the crowd, and screamed:

"Long live the empire!"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

And the onlookers didn't care about the goblin race of this "hero" at all, and responded to him enthusiastically, following him to raise his arms and shout the slogan "Long live the empire".

This dragon vein goblin named Bill was also published in the Imperial Daily for his record of killing several demon hunting spiders.

He was given honorary titles such as "loyal imperial tank commander" and "three-foot-tall giant", and was regarded as a heroic model by many weak and despised races such as goblins and dog-headed people.

"Buzz--"

The whistle blew out bursts of white smoke, like a steel giant roaring, and the mighty march also amazed the onlookers.

"This is the Empire's steam tank corps!"

"It's so impressive!"

"Even goblins can become battlefield heroes, I want to drive a tank too!"

In the infantry team, George, who was wearing a standard imperial military uniform and had several medals on his chest, was standing in the front row. He looked at the celebrating crowd with mixed feelings in his heart.

He could feel the hot heart in his chest beating with dragon blood.

"Another glorious victory, just like usual.

No matter what kind of enemy we face, your majesty can always lead us to victory - even if the enemy is a god-like existence."

On that cruel battlefield, George relied on the gift of the red dragon to hold on until the reinforcements arrived under the siege of several Bazut demons.

A few days ago, George also witnessed the earth-shattering battle with his own eyes. The entire Anstica was reduced to ruins, and the abyss dragon that looked like a god also fell at the feet of the emperor.

"Casius is above"

George quietly raised his head and looked at the towering Istalia Altar in the distance. The towering figure of the red dragon seemed to appear in his eyes again.

The triumphant team continued to enter the city. The Empire's Ogre Heavy Artillery Corps, the Earth Elf Infantry Corps, the Red Scale Conquerors, and the Dragon Oath Paladins

These war groups that played a role in resisting the invasion of demons appeared in front of the people one after another, showing them the empire's strong military strength, and also making them feel proud and belonging from the bottom of their hearts.

"Long live the Empire!"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

Such cheers came one after another, almost all day long, filling the city of Istalia.

Until dark, under the dim street lights, in the flickering taverns, there were still drunkards staggering and raising their bottles, shouting those slogans.

The Burning Empire after the war is always the most lively and the most beautiful, and there are often carnivals that last for several days in the squares of cities everywhere.

The soldiers returned triumphantly, they needed alcohol and tobacco to forget the pain brought by the war, and they also needed to vent their long-suppressed mood and spend the rich spoils they got.

Therefore, the soldiers who returned triumphantly are often the most generous, especially the soldiers who have just come down from the front line on the verge of life and death, who can be said to spend money like rain.

It is precisely because of this that the imperial merchants with a keen sense of smell often hang banners with words such as "Military priority", "Welcome heroes to triumph", and "Imperial soldiers enjoy preferential treatment" at the door of the store.

They will also display a wide variety of "special" goods for the soldiers to consume. In just a few days, these vendors can make a lot of money.

And those players who enter the commercial field have come up with unscrupulous marketing methods, using various forms of popularity to gain an advantage in the market and earn countless gold nars.

There are even hospitality places engaged in special service industries, which put up the banner of "rewarding the heroes of the empire" and "dedicating to the heroes of the Patriotic War", which makes people laugh and cry.

At the same time, this war also brought a large number of orders to various military factories in the empire. The workers worked overtime day and night and received generous bonuses - they were painful and happy.

The victory of the war brought unimaginable dividends, completely revitalizing the empire's economy, and making the lives of the people in the empire extremely lively.

After experiencing many suicide attacks by demons, people's disgust and hatred towards the Abyss have reached the extreme, almost to the point of sharing the same hatred.

And this war helped the people of the empire breathe a sigh of relief and made them applaud again and again.

Tens of millions of abyss demons died under the empire's intensive artillery fire. Even the mountain-like abyss dragon was killed by the supreme, glorious and majestic Cassius.

When mentioning that glorious victory, every citizen of the empire would proudly puff up their chests, feeling proud and excited from the bottom of their hearts.

The imperial army had returned triumphantly for three days, but the celebrations continued throughout the night, with the warm and passionate "Caesius Hymn" echoing in the Emperor's Square.

"How can we forget this kindness? Your Majesty allows the springs from the mountains to flow down to the flat areas, and allows the rain to moisten every place."

In addition, there were groups of excited "conquerors" marching in groups, singing vulgar songs about the conquest of the South.

Humans, hobgoblins, ogres, tieflings and other soldiers who had returned from the battlefield crowded in the square. Regardless of racial barriers, they toasted to each other, drank and celebrated.

"Come! Let's drink for the empire!"

"To victory! Cheers!"

"Come on, come on, drink more, finally save your life, you have to indulge!"

The ogre shouted at the top of his lungs: "Boss, bring in two more barrels of wine, yes, the biggest wooden barrels. I'm going to finish them in one breath!"

"Which defense area are you in charge of? I'm in the third defense area. The fighting there was too fierce. I crawled out from the dead."

"It's no coincidence, I'm the artilleryman of the third defense zone."

"Hey, hahaha, what a fate. Maybe the cannonball that saved me was the one you released!"

In this warm atmosphere, two humble humans, George and Grace, also stepped into the threshold of the tavern.

The waiter at the door was a little careless at first, but after seeing the "Medal of Heroes" on George's chest and the medal representing the identity of the Dragon-Blooded Baron, his eyes suddenly lit up and he immediately greeted him enthusiastically.

Within the empire, such military nobles have the most respected status, and various taverns and shops also welcome them - because such people are often the most generous, often spending dozens of gold.

The waiter's face was rosy, and he made an "invite" gesture to the two of them, with a flattering smile on his face: "You two adults, please come in quickly! I will take you to the VIP table."

George was obviously used to this kind of treatment, and said in a relaxed tone: "No need, we can just find a spot anywhere."

The waiter nodded repeatedly: "Okay, it's all up to you. If you two have any needs, just ask me."

George and Grace found a quieter place to sit down and ordered a few bottles of good spirits.

——Including the "Song of Triumph" which is the most popular recently and the price of a single bottle is as high as three gold naars.

The waiter soon came over with several bottles of exquisitely packaged wine, shook it gently, and poured it into two glasses.

It is said that the wine "Song of Triumph" was specially prepared by a brewmaster among the Fallen Stars for the soldiers returning in triumph.

It allows people to experience the thrill of killing enemies on the battlefield and fills their minds with the joy and excitement of victory, but in contrast, the price is extremely expensive.

Just this bottle of wine will cost an ordinary worker several months of wages.

Having experienced being a serf without enough to eat, George was not a person who liked luxury, but at this exciting moment of his triumphant return, he still chose to treat himself.

"Haha, Grace.

I have long said that as long as His Majesty Cassius is still in the supreme position, the empire will definitely win. And your worries are completely unnecessary. "

George looked at the lively scene outside the window and drank the wine in one gulp.

The warm current integrated with magical power surges in the body, and it does feel like the excitement and pleasure of killing enemies on the battlefield.

"Yes, the Empire will eventually win."

Grace shook her head and laughed: "I was too stupid to doubt His Majesty's power before."

He just took a sip of the strong wine in the glass, and his face immediately turned red, sweat dripped from his forehead, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

George nodded slightly and said seriously: "However, the strength of those demons cannot be underestimated, and they are very different from the trash in the North.

According to people above, this war caused hundreds of thousands of casualties. "

Grace grinned and laughed wantonly: "No matter what, we all survived this war, didn't we?"

He stood up drunkenly and raised his glass to George and the nearby soldiers: "To victory! To us surviving!"

A smile appeared on George's face. He poured himself a full glass of wine, raised the glass and said softly: "To victory."

Immediately afterwards, he raised his head and drank the glass of strong wine in one gulp, but George's expression remained as usual, with no hint of drunkenness on his face.

"Bang!"

Grace, who was somewhat unsteady, fell on the table, sweating profusely. He couldn't hold on after just one drink.

It is said that this "Song of Triumph" contains the bone powder of the flame dragon, which has an extremely powerful effect and can make the flames rush in the belly. Even dragon vein creatures can hardly withstand two cups.

Grace lay on the table, barely raised his head and looked at George, with envy in his eyes: "George, you are the center of attention this time!"

He supported his upper body with his arms, looked at George in front of him, and continued to ask: "Your dragon blood concentration should be 5%, right?"

Grace pointed to George's hand holding the wine glass, and saw that there were faint red scales on the back of the hand.

"Almost."

George nodded again, and then took a sip of the strong wine in the glass.

Grace sighed: "Tsk tsk, leading a ragtag team to hold the position alone, resisting the attack of the most elite heavy infantry of the abyss - dozens of Bazut demons, and even killing a few of them, no wonder he can get the Empire's Hero Medal.

"Just lucky. "

George looked down at the back of his hand with scales on it and replied, "If the dragon vein had not been awakened in the middle of the journey, I would have died there long ago."

"Hahaha, Prime Minister Trump said that luck is also a part of strength. If it weren't for that reckless wizard apprentice, that lord might have been just an ordinary ogre now, and..."

Grace was obviously very drunk, and she laughed and told the secret that was circulating in the empire.

George was shocked and quickly signaled him to shut up. After all, the Prime Minister's grudge was also well-known throughout the country. Grace nodded in understanding.

"But... I don't envy you."

Grace lay back on the chair, looking at the ceiling carved with dragon claws, her eyes a little dazed.

"Life is indeed much better now than before. When I was a farmer under the northern nobles, how could I think about gold, silver, jewelry, fine wine and delicious food?

But I'm really scared. "

Grace's voice was trembling, his whole body was shaking, and a look of fear appeared on his face. He pointed his finger at his heart and slapped it hard a few times.

"You know, George, it was just a little bit, and the demon's claws would pierce my chest and pierce my heart.

It was my most trusted men who stood in front of me and endured death for me, and I could only watch like this"

George frowned slightly: "What do you mean"

Grace lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly: "Although I enjoy the feeling of victory, I don't want to participate in the war anymore.

I am always worried, worried about losing everything I have, worried that the glory and wealth in front of me will all turn into bubbles. "

He looked at George again: "George, you should know that the empire's next goal is the south, the vast Feansuo continent.

But I am tired of this precarious life. I want to be stationed in Anzeta. It is said that His Majesty will give us the power to protect here to ensure the safety of the empire's homeland.

So what about you? What is your choice? "

George barely thought about it, he subconsciously looked towards the south, his eyes burning.

"South, I'm going to the south, to win land under the sun for the empire, and let myself stand on the real mountain top."

Even after drinking a lot of strong liquor, George's tone was still particularly firm and sonorous.

"It's true, you're still the same, Baron George.

Haha, I hope I can see you live to become the Duke of the Empire, then I will look up at your statue and salute."

Grace looked as if he had expected it, he raised his glass again and whispered: "To the Empire."

"To the Empire."

George raised his hand to clink his glass and drank the remaining strong liquor in the glass. A faint light appeared in his golden eyes, as if the surging dragon flame was ignited.

Around them, soldiers of many races such as ogres, hobgoblins, tieflings, lizardmen, etc. also raised their glasses, and the voices of "To the Empire" came one after another.

Even Bill, the dragon vein goblin who was also a "hero of defending the country", spoke sharply. (End of this chapter)