Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Mark, don't hesitate any more. You are born to be the heir here. This is the legacy your father left for you, forever."

"Stop talking, Frank."

The young man named Mark held the whip in his hand, looking at the flocks of sheep and the endless deep green grassland in the distance. He gritted his teeth and stopped talking.

But a closer look reveals a horrifying fact-there is no one around him.

Mark Brown is the legal heir to this fertile land and herd.

More than a decade ago, his father Tommy Brown was still a serf. But Tommy joined the Kingdom of Burning Embers, gradually became a grassroots officer, and seized the land and herds here from the hands of the northern nobles.

But the good times didn't last long. Due to the recurrence of old injuries on the battlefield, his father soon passed away, leaving only seven-year-old Mark and his mother to depend on each other.

Such a large ranch cannot be managed by a woman and a half-grown child alone. Soon, their family welcomed an uninvited guest-the so-called Uncle Gordon Gray, Mark's stepfather.

Moreover, what made Mark feel even more unhappy was that Gordon and his mother soon had a little son, who was named Theodore Gray and was very much loved.

Theodore, a child given by God, could be seen from his name that his parents loved him.

Listening to the baby's crying all night and watching the happy smiles of his mother and stepfather, Mark clenched his fists and felt extremely depressed, as if he was just a stranger here.

Not long after, his mother, who was already weak due to long-term abuse by the slave owner, fell ill and seemed to have not much time left.

Once his mother left, Mark's last blood relative in the world disappeared, leaving only the strange and alienated stepfather.

"Will this ranch left by my father be named Gray in the future?" Looking at the familiar grassland and the crowded cattle and sheep, Mark sighed secretly.

He had been sitting next to the haystack for a long time, and the night had become dark. Mark wanted to go back to the house left by his father, but he didn't want to face the strange stepfather.

"Mark, haven't you figured it out yet? If you hesitate and show mercy, you will become a slave of the Gray family."

A hissing and harsh voice echoed in Mark's ears, and it was the same voice.

After his father passed away, Mark became extremely withdrawn, and he didn't have many friends in the village. He often cried alone in the middle of the night.

But his stepfather and mother devoted almost all their attention to the newborn, Mark's "little brother", and didn't notice anything unusual.

However, in recent months, Mark met his only confidant, a creature with tattered wings and red skin named Frank.

It seems that no one can see Frank except Mark, not even his mother and stepfather.

At first, Mark was quite disgusted with this guy who called himself a wishing elf and remained vigilant.

But over time, due to the neglect of his current family, Mark confided his depression in Frank all day long, and communicated with him more and more frequently, even to the point of talking about everything.

"Frank, after all, they are my relatives. I can't treat them like this." Mark's voice trembled and his eyes were dazed.

However, Frank lay beside Mark's ear and whispered softly in his harsh voice: "Relatives? Do they really regard you as relatives? Think about it. Mark, the pasture, the house, the sheep, and even the love of your mother - all of this should belong to you!"

"But now? You are just a slave who takes care of the pasture for them!"

Frank's sharp and pungent ridicule, like a dagger coated with venom, pierced deeply into Mark's heart.

"No, impossible!"

Mark kept shaking his head. He suddenly shook off Frank's claws that brushed across his face and squatted next to the haystack with his head in his arms.

He said with a choked voice: "Yes, yes, I still have my mother. She will not abandon me. She has always loved me very much."

Frank flapped his tattered wings and flew beside Mark, and patted his shoulder with his red claws, as if to comfort him.

"Mark, I understand your feelings, but have you ever thought about why your mother got sick so suddenly? Think about it, Mark, if your mother also passed away, who would benefit the most?"

"Who will get the precious wealth your father left for you through his own efforts, your sheep, pastures, and houses?"

In this way, with Frank's "persuasion", Mark, with tears in his eyes, whispered the name he didn't want to mention.

"Gordon Gray."

"To be more precise, there is your brother, Theodore Gray. Tsk, what an ambitious name, a child given by God."

Frank laughed hoarsely and continued, "In the face of the benefits that are within reach, even the life of a wife is not worth mentioning.

Think about it, Mark, when your mother is poisoned to death by him, Gordon Gray can occupy your house and own your sheep, and pass all your property to Theodore.

And you are just a slave serving the Gray family."

Hearing the terrible picture described by Frank, Mark was so angry that he trembled all over, and bloodshot appeared in his wet eyes. "No, these are all things left by my father, and he exchanged his life for them!"

"Yes, Mr. Brown." Frank excitedly said this unfamiliar name.

"You should pick up your weapons and kill the damn invader and the bastard he left behind before they attack you."

But Mark was still a little scared when he heard Frank's suggestion. For this ordinary shepherd boy, killing a person was still too terrible.

"But, but, this is a crime! The imperial security team will not forgive me."

"Criminal?"

Frank put his face close and said angrily: "You are defending your property!

You are protecting your father's honor and guarding your home! Even the judge of the gods will never think you are guilty!"

"But."

Mark curled up beside the haystack, his face mixed with anger, worry, fear and other complex emotions.

Frank continued to add fuel to the fire, making righteous accusations: "Do you want to shame your father?

He was a hero who defeated the nobles of the North, and you, Mark, I misjudged you. It turns out that you are just a coward who can only watch your homeland being invaded step by step, and watch your mother begging for mercy from other men."

"Enough!"

Mark suddenly stood up and shouted, and his still immature face showed an unprecedented ferocity.

Frank was overjoyed. He lay on Mark's shoulder and praised him repeatedly: "Face it all. This is what a brave man does. Kill all those who have hurt you!"

"I will never shame my father. I want to be a hero like him and protect my home."

Mark gritted his teeth and muttered to himself. He picked up the pitchfork stuck in the haystack, turned around, and looked at the house that had become dim.

Apparently, the intruder and his bastard had gone to bed, sleeping peacefully in the house left to him by his father.

The moon was bright and the wind was clear.

Now, it was a good opportunity.

Mark took a big step and walked towards the house left to him by his father. The young shepherd had made up his mind to eradicate everything with the pitchfork in his hand - even if it would cause terrible consequences.

Standing at the door of the dilapidated house, Mark took a deep breath and mustered up his courage. He told himself in his heart that he had done nothing wrong, he was just defending his home.

"Go, Mark, do what you want to do, there is nothing wrong with it."

Frank's voice echoed in his ears, which gave Mark more confidence, and he pushed the door open carefully.

"Squeak--"

Walking into the room silently, looking at the betrayed mother, the greedy stepfather, and the young baby, Mark trembled and slowly raised the pitchfork in his hand...

"Think about the injustice you have suffered, kill them, kill them."

Frank's voice became more and more excited, like the cheers of the audience, giving Mark the determination to take action.

He remembered the countless nights of silent tears, the hostile eyes, and the mother's intentional or unintentional coldness.

Thinking of this, Mark no longer hesitated.

"This is what you deserve."

After whispering this, Mark held his breath and slowly closed his eyes-

"Stop!"

The room suddenly lit up, and the bright light made the room as bright as day. The stepfather, mother and the newborn child were all awakened.

"Mark, what do you want to do?" The mother screamed.

And at this moment, Mark was like a balloon that was punctured. The courage to kill that he had accumulated with great difficulty was all poured out at this moment.

"Hurry, kill them! This is your last chance!"

Frank urged angrily, but Mark seemed to have lost his soul, his legs were shaking, and he slowly turned around.

"Why, how could it be."

Behind him, there were several fully armed tiefling soldiers, with brand new rifles in their hands and the badges on their chests were particularly conspicuous.

——That was the emblem of the Burning Empire that Mark had been thinking about.

The tiefling standing in the front pointed the muzzle of the gun at the sky and pulled the trigger, making a loud gunshot.

"Bang!"

"The Imperial Guard is here to arrest the devils who entered the empire without permission under the order of His Majesty. All outsiders, leave immediately!"

"Is he a devil?"

Mark turned his head and looked at the red-skinned "wishing elf". At this time, Frank had become hideous.

He was shocked to realize that his close companion was such a terrifying existence, and he was almost bewitched by the devil and committed a heinous crime!

"Ignorant mortal!"

The "wishing elf" that originally looked like a four or five-year-old child and even a little naive became extremely hideous and hateful in the noisy and piercing screams.

A blood-red halo surrounded Frank, which was an evil and terrifying aura.

"Ah!"

"Casius, what is that?"

Mark collapsed to the ground in fear, while his mother and stepfather were panicking, and his newborn brother screamed and almost fainted.

"Fear, mortals, I am Lord Frank, your nightmare!"

Seeing the panicked crowd, the devil said triumphantly, as if he wanted to scare away the tieflings.

However, the captain of the tiefling guard standing in the front had an indifferent expression, unmoved, and just stared at the devil in front of him.

He said coldly: "How dare a little devil deceive the Imperial Guard? He really doesn't know how to live or die!"

The tiefling didn't talk nonsense, he just raised the rifle in his hand and fired without hesitation. The special bullet engraved with runes flew out of the muzzle and missed the little devil.

"ah!"

Frank covered his burned arm and let out a scream, his expression particularly horrified.

He knew that he had been seen through by these demons!

Frank lost his previous majesty. He quickly raised his hands and said with a sneer: "You are also the descendants of the devil. We are our compatriots. These mortals are just our food. So, I will help you contact the Lord of the Nine Hells." "them"

The tiefling interrupted coldly: "That's enough! We are the attendants of the supreme Majesty Cassius, and the hot dragon's blood flows in our bodies. We have nothing to do with you dirty devils from hell!

There are only two choices before you, surrender, or die! "

At this moment, there was only a soft "pop" sound, blood-red smoke appeared in the original place, and the little devil disappeared without a trace, leaving only a harsh curse.

"You damn bastards! (Infernal)"

The tieflings did not panic, but turned their heads with a sneer. Soon, they heard a scream.

"ah!"

At the door of the house, the invisible little devil bumped into the [evil barrier] that had been arranged. Frank appeared, and his whole body became charred.

The tiefling nodded to the outside of the house and said loudly: "Thank you for your help, Earl Charlotte."

"It's nothing, they are all serving the empire."

The man in a robe waved his hand, lifted his hood, and revealed an exceptionally hearty smile.

He opened the sack, controlled the mage's hand, lifted up the half-burned little devil, and said happily: "You are arrested, Devil Frank."

"Let me out! You daring mortals!"

The little devil was imprisoned in a birdcage-like cage and kept banging on the door, but to no avail.

There are still many such things happening in various parts of the empire. The devils from hell are vulnerable to the powerful imperial family members.

The Duke of the Empire, Metrolash, who is in charge of the Tiefling Guards, established an exorcism team and gathered players from all over the empire to search for traces of demons and arrest them one by one. (End of chapter)