Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Woo--"

Accompanied by the roar of the whistle, the steam train slowly drove into the platform. This train was beautifully decorated and had luxurious compartments inside. It was also located in the upper city of Istalia.

However, this "special train" had already arrived at a relatively core area, the area named after the former location of the Burning Embers Nest - New Storm High.

Around the station, there stood a variety of buildings with strange styles, including simple and hideous caves, rough and bold tents, and tall and magnificent reinforced concrete houses.

Those who lived here were all well-known "big men" in the Burning Embers Empire, and the minimum standard for admission was to be the Dragon Blood Count.

"We have arrived at the New Storm High Station. Please get off the train in an orderly manner, distinguished passengers.

Thank you all for your contribution to the empire. Long live Cassius!"

Accompanied by the passionate voice of the attendant, those humans, hobgoblins, tieflings, and ogre nobles with distinct dragon characteristics got off the train one after another.

In the distance, a human noble in military uniform and carrying a leather bag walked quickly and boarded the train. He also had dragon scales and golden vertical pupils that represented noble blood.

However, at this moment, the dragon blood noble seemed a little tired. There were black eye bags under the golden vertical pupils, and he could not see the vigorous energy of being a red dragon family.

——He was George. At the awarding ceremony a few days ago, he was promoted to the Earl of Dragon Blood.

As a special train of the empire, the interior of the compartment was extremely luxurious. There were red dragon oil paintings with gold frames on both sides, soft carpets on the floor, and leather sofas.

George sat on the sofa, took a sip of the tea that had been prepared on the table, looked down at the silver watch on his wrist, and frowned slightly.

"Another emergency meeting. Is there so much going on in the military department recently?"

No wonder George felt strange. In these few short days, the imperial military department has held more than a dozen meetings.

However, he had just been promoted to the commander of the Third Army Division, and was busy with the integration and handover of the troops, so he had not been able to spare any time.

But this time, Marshal Doro personally ordered that all senior generals must be present, and no one was allowed to be absent. George had to take time out of his busy schedule to rush to the meeting.

The Empire's special train was extremely stable and fast. It was said that there was also high-level magic protection, which could even withstand six-ring spells.

Soon, the train drove out of the city of Istalia and sped across the vast wasteland on the outskirts of the city.

The scenery outside the window changed rapidly, and was often obscured by the steam emitted by the train, but George still turned his head and looked out the window, quietly looking at the south.

In the distance was an endless farmland. In the golden rice fields, the wheat was undulating like waves, and there were steel monsters roaring in the rice fields.

But George's eyes were fixed on the cloudless blue sky, as if he saw the rich and vast land of Fianso - it would become the battlefield for his future conquests.

Suddenly, George seemed to remember something, his eyes lit up, and he murmured to himself: "Yes, no wonder the military department has to hold so many meetings.

Perhaps, the large-scale expansion of the empire is about to begin, and our expeditionary force will go south to conquer the vast continent of Fianso."

Expansion, conquest, and achievements, aren't these exactly what he dreams of?

He had imagined such a scene countless times in his dreams: he raised his sword, with horns blaring and artillery fire roaring behind him, and he led the army to capture the magnificent cities in the south.

Finally, he will stand in front of His Majesty Cassius, stand on the pinnacle of power in the Burning Empire, and become a real "big man".

Now, he is already the Earl of Dragon Blood, and this seemingly unattainable goal - perhaps not far away, just lacking an opportunity.

Thinking of this, George's expression became more and more excited, and his golden, reptilian pupils flickered slightly.

The fatigue and impatience in his eyes were swept away, and the Dragon Blood Earl became energetic again, his face full of ambition.

"Give me some water."

George drank the tea on the table and stretched out his hand to call the waiter. He even began to look forward to the meeting in the near future.

"Woo-"

"We have arrived at the Empire's First Military Training Base. Please get off the train in an orderly manner, and remember the kindness of His Majesty."

Surrounded by the waiters, George walked down the special train slowly, and he saw Grace waving at him not far away.

"Good day, Earl George."

"Earl George, I have heard of your name for a long time. I admire your heroic deeds on the battlefield."

"Do you remember me? I was stationed in the same war zone with you."

"So you are the Earl George. I have heard of him in the Imperial Daily."

Seeing George get out of the car, the lower-ranking dragon-blood nobles around came to greet him, wanting to leave a good impression in front of this "upstart".

George was a little impatient, but he still forced a smile, dealt with them one by one, and came to Baron Grace.

Grace took off his hat, bowed respectfully to him, and said with a smile: "Good day, Lord George."

George waved his hand and said helplessly: "Okay, Grace, we have known each other for a long time, don't pretend here."

Immediately, the dragon-blood nobles around looked at Baron Grace sideways and whispered.

A mere baron can actually be on par with the earl? This Baron Grace is also a person worth clinging to.

George knew what impact his actions would have, but for friends who knew him well, this little help was just a matter of convenience.

You must know that George does not like to socialize, and after his status has increased, there are not many people he can still call "friends".

Grace put on the military cap again and said: "This is not a pretense, but a necessary etiquette between superiors and subordinates in the army.

After all, you are already a noble earl, and you are qualified to ride on the imperial train, while I am still just an insignificant dragon-blooded baron. "

George looked at the tall military base in the distance and said casually: "Isn't this exactly what you want?

A safe and stable job, living in the bustling city of Istalia, no need to worry about going to the battlefield anymore.”

Grace nodded: "You are right."

George asked again: "You are better informed than me. Is the Imperial Military Department going to make any big moves recently?"

Grace was a little surprised: "As a count, don't you even pay attention to this? Troops from all over the empire and even the colonies have begun to mobilize.

According to everyone's speculation, this time the empire is probably going to take advantage of the momentum of its victory in the Abyss War to start a full-scale war against the Kingdom of Thracia. "

George nodded slightly and agreed: "Is that really the case? It's pretty much what I guessed."

"Shua——"

There was a sound like cracking silk, followed by the sound of flames bursting. The officers present, including George, all turned their heads and looked at the source of the sound.

Ripples were seen in the space, and a vortex of flames appeared in mid-air not far away, making the surrounding air hot and distorted.

Immediately afterwards, the flame dragon flapped its wings of flames and flew out roaring, and on its back was a majestic half-dragon knight wearing armor.

Suddenly, all the dragon blood nobles started talking and looked at the figure in mid-air.

"Who is that?"

"Is this an officer of the Fire Elemental Plane Expeditionary Force?"

"Wait a minute, I recognize that lord. He is the governor of the colony on the elemental plane of fire, the newly promoted Marquis of Dragon Blood - Lord Serkan."

"What? The governor of the fire elemental plane also came to attend the meeting in person!"

The onlookers were shocked and quickly saluted the Marquis in mid-air. Even George took off his military cap, put his fist on his chest, and gave him a standard "loyalty salute".

However, this was not the end. The space in the distance was rippled again, and a dark portal slowly opened.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones, a skeletal dragon snake crawled out from it. On his back was a man with pale skin and a black robe.

"It's Lord Hart from the Underdark! He's actually here too."

Around the military base, more portals opened out of thin air, and expeditionary officers from various imperial colonies appeared one by one.

"Fire Elemental Plane, Underdark Realm, Air Elemental Plane, Fairy Wilderness."

George looked at the gradually crowded base and said to Grace: "It seems that this time, the empire is really going to make a big move."

Grace nodded seriously: "Who says it's not?"

But he smiled and continued: "But this probably has little to do with a defender like me who stays behind in the empire and has no ambition.

Lord George, I wish you victory in the south. I will pray for you in the Empire to His Majesty Cassius. "

Soon, everyone arrived inside the military base, and the spacious hall was transformed into a podium, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

Imperial soldiers from across the Empire and even the multiverse gathered together.

Humans, tieflings, hobgoblins, ogres, and the expelled Starfallen. All races are present here, and many of the officers who can reach the scene are dragon-blooded nobles.

As the Dragon-Blooded Earl, George deserved a front-row seat. He looked at the spacious podium with an expression of great anticipation.

Inside the venue, the officers were talking a lot.

"The war against the Abyss hasn't passed for long, has it? Is it really going to go to war with the Kingdom of Thracia?"

"Humph, cowards, we conquerors have long wanted to declare war on them! These Fadlanders don't deserve such rich land!"

"As imperial soldiers, are you still afraid of war? We are the dependents of His Majesty Cassius——"

Suddenly, a majestic and powerful voice echoed in the hall.

"Everyone——"

People looked towards the podium and saw a tall figure appearing there. He had a ferocious face, big red skin, broad dragon wings on his back, and smoke swirling around him.

"This aura is so powerful, do you feel it? It's the pressure of blood!"

"This is."

"Great Red Dragon, have you seen his figure? He is indeed the Dragon-Blooded Duke of the Empire!"

"This is Cassius, it's Marshal Doro! It's actually him who is giving us a speech in person."

This is none other than one of the three great dukes of the empire and the general marshal of the Ministry of Military Affairs - the dragon-veined great goblin Doluo, who is honored as the "Dragon Wrath War Madness"!

Doro opened his mouth full of fangs, folded the wings on his back, and blew out a burst of gunpowder smoke from his nostrils.

"quiet."

Suddenly, the officers present fell silent, and the venue that accommodated tens of thousands of people became audible.

The empire's military training is far more rigorous than that of the "noble army" of the North, and what they pay most attention to is not personal bravery - but obedience.

Any soldier can recite the "Imperial Military Drill Code" by heart. After hearing the orders from their superiors, they will respond with the corresponding actions like a conditioned reflex.

At this moment, the imperial officers in the meeting hall all held their heads high and stood straight, like flagpoles standing upright.

Doro nodded with satisfaction and continued, "I believe you should also know why I gathered you here."

The dragon vein hobgoblin suddenly clenched his fist, and a huge magic image instantly appeared behind him - it was a map of the Fianso continent.

Doro pointed his claws at the color block marked "Thracian Kingdom" on the top of the map and said in a deep voice:

"Conquer."

Doro turned around and paced back and forth on the spacious podium. His low voice echoed in the meeting hall, producing waves of echoes.

The scene behind him also changed accordingly. The scarred and cratered land in the south appeared in the image, and the displaced people were crying sadly.

"Look at those Fadlans, they are so greedy. They have such rich and fertile land, but they waste it like this.

Anzeta has been silent for too long. This remote area has been regarded as a wild land by the southerners until more than ten years ago.

The great and supreme Majesty Cassius rose like the sun and completely changed everything!

Doro's voice became more and more passionate and powerful, colliding with the walls of the hall.

Now, the era when other countries divided the continents and oceans, and the Anzetans were satisfied with the wasteland, has passed - we also demand the territory under the sun."

"Conquer!"

He raised the blood and fire axe in his hand, spread the broad wings behind him, and shouted with arms.

"Conquer! Conquer!"

"For Majesty Cassius, for the Burning Empire!"

The venue was boiling instantly, and those officers obsessed with war followed Doro's shouts and raised their arms.

The conquering party, who had been impatient for the arrival of the war, also sang songs and even made deafening roars.

In the fanatical crowd, George also raised his arms and shouted at the top of his lungs, his heart filled with dragon blood beating.

Yes, conquer.

What a wonderful word, he became a dragon blood noble in the conquest of the North.

He will lead his army to conquer the South in the name of the Empire and Cassius, until he reaches the pinnacle of power in the Empire.

This former Northern serf, now the Dragon Blood Earl, thought so. (End of this chapter)