Red Dragon Emperor

In the Modo Peak Forest, in the underground magic tower, Jose ended his communication with Moor Lin, leaned back on the chair behind him, and fell into deep thought.

According to the agreement, the Pompeii Empire will communicate with the Principality of Norn and the Kingdom of Wei Ya, allowing the citizens of the two countries to migrate to the Odyssey Kingdom and the Dana Kingdom in the west.

However, there is a big problem here, that is, the four kingdoms may not cooperate.

Especially among the two kingdoms that are about to leave their homeland, the Principality of Norn is not a big problem. After all, the ruler of the principality is supported by the Kingdom of Fusei. The Kingdom of Fusei has absolute influence on the Principality of Norn.

This is not necessarily the case in the Wei Ya Kingdom.

You know, King Wei Ya is the headquarters of the Northland Witch Council.

Jose had to consider the reaction of the Northland Witch Council. Cooperation was of course everything. If he didn't cooperate...it would just be useless.

Today's Fusei Kingdom crushes the Northland Witch Council in all aspects, whether in terms of quality, quantity, financial resources, or conventional army.

However, the magic tower of the Northland Witch Council is a bit difficult to deal with. With a group of legendary mages paired with the magic tower, their combat effectiveness is not necessarily much worse than that of a demigod-level powerhouse.

"I hope the Northland Witch Council can understand the current situation, otherwise... hum!"

outside world.

Naturally, such a major event as the migration of citizens from the two kingdoms cannot be accomplished overnight.

The envoys of the Pompeii Empire traveled among the four northern countries, lobbying the royal families and nobles of each country.

In fact, in terms of living space, the four northern kingdoms are vast and sparsely populated. There is no problem in gathering the citizens of the four kingdoms into one kingdom. The key to the problem is the distribution of power after the merger of the kingdoms.

In response to this, the four countries in the North Land were in turmoil.

At the same time, the southern part of the mainland is not peaceful either.

The Pompeii Empire took the lead and called on all human forces to unite. Each country sent a part of its army to the North to prevent the Red Nest Matron from going south.

Fighting against the Red Nest requires not only regular troops, but also professionals, especially strong ones.

Recruitment orders spread like snowflakes.

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South, night.

The center of a small human city's urban area was completely dark, with only one house in the center still lit. This three-story, half-stone, half-timber house protruded.

The drinkers exchanged glasses, making the atmosphere more lively and normal.

A big man's cheeks were red from drinking. He put one foot on the bench in the tavern, raised his head and poured the ale from the oak wine glass in his hand down his throat.

Gululu~!

"Ah~!" The big man drank a whole glass of wine. He burped and let out a satisfied "Ah" sound.

"Everyone! It's rare for Father Vic to treat us so generously! Everyone drinks hard!"

"Long live daddy!"

"Hahaha! Guys! Let's give Daddy Vic a drink!"

Everyone cheered together and pointed their glasses at the oak bar at the entrance of the tavern. Father Vic, whom everyone called him, was standing behind the bar, also drunk, with his face flushed.

Papa Vic poured amber wine from the oak barrel,

He raised the wine glass in his hand: "Drink! Everyone, drink to your heart's content! You won't come home until you're drunk tonight!"

"Yah!"

"Long live Papa Vic!"

"..." The drinkers were excited and responded one after another.

In the corner of the tavern, a trace of worry flashed in the eyes of the tavern maid.

Something's wrong!

Something is very wrong!

Although Father Vic was not stingy on weekdays, he was definitely not generous either. It was common for him to occasionally treat regular customers to a drink or two, but this was the first time he had emptied the wine cellar and invited his neighbors to drink like this.

In the middle of the night, the drinkers left one after another. The tavern was in a mess, with cups everywhere and wine scattered everywhere.

The owner of the tavern, Father Vic, sent away the worried maid, closed the tavern door, and walked drunkenly towards the wine cellar beneath the tavern with shaky steps.

Walking to the wine cellar, the wine cellar that used to be filled with wine barrels has been emptied out, and it is cleaner than the ground blown by the strong wind.

As if he didn't see it, Father Vic walked straight to the corner of the empty wine cellar and reached out to press a brick on the wall.

Accompanied by the clicking sound of the mechanism, the wall of the wine cellar shifted, and a cabinet appeared.

Seeing the cabinet, Father Vic lost most of his drunkenness in an instant, his eyes were complicated, and memories of the past came to his mind.

The quarrels and joys of adventure partners have become a thing of the past with a breath of dragon's breath.

"Alas~," the thousands of words in my heart finally turned into a sigh.

After sighing, Father Vic's eyes became murderous, and he suddenly reached out and opened the cabinet, revealing the things hidden in the cabinet.

It was a huge ax with gleaming cold light.

Even though the giant ax has been sealed away by its owner for more than twenty years, the ax blade still glows with cold light and is filled with cold air. This is the magical energy enchanted within the ax head.

Father Vic stretched out his hand and touched the cold ax body with his fingertips. His eyes were as gentle as touching the jade skin of his lover.

"Old man, we have to fight side by side again."

Father Vic muttered to himself, took out the axe, put the ax on his shoulder, walked out of the tavern with the recruitment order in his arms, locked the door, and walked towards the dawn in the horizon.

"This time when I face Dragon Breath, I won't run away from it anymore."

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Da da da!

The lightly-armed soldiers held the redbud flag, which symbolizes the kingdom, and rode horses on the roads in the fields, raising smoke and dust all the way, and the villagers on both sides of the road looked sideways.

A villager who had seen the world recognized the soldier's identity: "He is the messenger from the main city. The direction he is going is towards the Viscount Castle. Something big must have happened."

Not long after, inside the Viscount's castle.

"Father! Father! Father!" The aristocratic boy in rich clothes walked quickly in the corridor of the castle, shouting in panic.

"Butler! Where is father?"

"Back to the young master, the Viscount is in the study."

"Are you still in the mood to read at this time?!" The aristocratic boy quickly walked to the study with the recruitment order in his hand, and directly opened the ajar door of the study.

"Father! You..." Opening the door, the noble boy couldn't help but be startled when he saw his father in the study.

"I've taught you so many times not to panic when encountering anything. Men of the Tuk family must be calm," the Viscount said, turning his back to the heir, wiping the ancestral armor on the desk.

He polished it very carefully, not sparing any corner, and polished the armor until it was smooth and shiny.

Seeing the armor, the noble boy reacted and put the recruitment order in his hand on the desk: "Father, do you know everything?"

"The day I learned that the Red Nest Mistress had returned, I knew that this day would come sooner or later."

The viscount didn't even look at the recruitment order with the king's emblem printed on the table, and still educated the heirs behind him: "My child, you must remember that the first head of my Tuk family, your grandfather rose to prominence in Hong Kong. In the battle of the nest, it is the mission of the men of our Tuk family to kill the evil dragon!"

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Bah!

The tip of the long sword penetrated the ground, and the middle-aged man in armor knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowed to the tombstone in front of him three times, and then stood up suddenly.

"Father, this may be the last time I come to visit you.!"

"The enemy you and your uncles drove away at the cost of your lives has returned, and she has once again returned to her evil lair to threaten our country."

"In the past, you fought bloody battles, and now I will also step onto the battlefield to fight to protect the country and protect the human race."

"I swear to you, I will never take a step back, even if I die, I will never regret it!"

After making the oath, the middle-aged man's eyes became firmer.

He pulled out the long sword stuck in the ground and turned towards his waiting companions: "Let's go, battle is calling!"

One of the companions is different from the others. He has slightly pointed ears and is a half-elf.

As the group moved forward, the half-elf looked back at the tombstones covered with weeds.

I sighed in my heart: "Old friend, eighty years ago, I fought side by side with you, and now I fight side by side with your children... I hope we can still win."

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boom! when!

boom! when!

boom! when!

Deep in the mountains, hammers smashed against red-hot iron blocks, and thousands of skilled dwarf craftsmen gathered together to cast them. Sparks flew everywhere, and the scene was very spectacular.

Along with the sound of forging, pieces of iron were forged into giant crossbows one after another. The giant crossbows were transported to the side by specialized personnel and stored in wooden boxes covered with hay.

Among the wooden boxes stacked up like a mountain, a group of people were inspecting them. At the front were a dwarf wearing armor and a tall human mage.

"Master Taylor Dan, don't worry, I, the dwarf of the Sunset lineage, will definitely do what I promised."

"Lord, I'm not worried if you're not an old man. You also know who this batch of crossbow arrows are going to be transported to fight. His Majesty the Emperor attaches great importance to this matter. I have to supervise it. There is nothing I can do about it," he said With that, the master mage named Tyler Daniel put down the crossbow in his hand.

In his inspection, these crossbow arrows were all qualified products.

"I'll leave the lord to worry about the dragon-hunting crossbow."

"I, the Sunset Dwarf clan, also have a responsibility to deal with the evil dragon. I am bound to do this task!"

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Misty forest.

As the name suggests, this forest is always shrouded in a fog that cannot be dispelled by the sun. This is a magical fog created by the elves to block enemies.

In the forest with towering ancient trees, a vigorous figure shuttled between the branches, jumping between the complicated branches as if walking on the ground.

Wearing green clothes, long ears, flaxen hair, holding a bow and arrow in his hand, and carrying a quiver full of arrows on his back, this elf is none other than Tirat, the legendary ranger who has become famous in recent years. you.

Gradually, the legendary ranger who was on his way heard the faint sound of the ocean tide and immediately became more energetic.

Hearing the sound of the tide means he is not far from that One's territory.

Swinging on the vines, the legendary ranger continued on his way.

After a while, he stopped on a big tree and twitched his nose.

"It smells like blood."

He ran towards the source of the bloody smell. In this large forest, there was only one person with hunting qualifications, and that was the owner of this place.

Following the smell of blood, Tirattel found the existence he was looking for.

It was a bear, a huge bear comparable to a heavy-duty truck.

At this time, the giant bear was burying its head on an equally huge extraordinary elk, tearing apart the flesh and blood of the prey, making a snapping sound of swallowing in its throat.

"Hey!"

The legendary ranger greeted: "You..."

The giant bear turned back suddenly, the hair around its mouth was stained with the elk's blood, and its bloodshot eyes were full of wildness.

At the same time, the legendary ranger saw the crescent moon on the giant bear's head, which was the legendary extraordinary beast-the Moon-Screaming Demon Bear.

Roar!

Accompanied by a beast's roar, the legendary level of coercion of the Howling Moon Demon Bear spread to all directions, startling a large number of flying birds.

boom!

Under the huge force of the legendary giant bear, a big tree as thick as a bucket could not even bear a slap. The dense branches brushed past other trees in the forest, and then collapsed to the ground.

The legendary ranger Tiratl jumped to another tree in time to avoid being beaten to pulp by the giant bear.

While dodging, the legendary ranger shouted loudly: "Calm down! Your Excellency Archdruid Napson! I'm here to see you for something..."

"I came to you on the order of His Majesty the Elf King..."

"I……"

"..."

No matter what Tiratl said, the Moon-Screaming Demon Bear kept attacking and roaring, and the surrounding trees were affected by the dodging Elf Rangers.

"Damn it! Archdruid Napson has fallen too deeply into his beastly nature! Even in the name of the Elf King, he can't be awakened!"

After dodging for a while, the legendary ranger had an idea: "Sir Napson! The Red Nest Matron is back!"

Hearing the word "Red Nest Matron", Napson's incarnation of the Moon-Screaming Demon Bear was stunned. After a moment, endless killing intent emerged from his body.

Roar!

The giant bear wildly destroyed the surrounding area, destroying the grass and trees into a mess.

The legendary ranger hid in the distance, looked at the crazy giant and swallowed: "It's too scary."

After a while, the giant bear finished venting and stopped, panting heavily and looking at the ranger on the branch in the distance. At this time, the giant bear's eyes had returned to reason.

"Ah~!"

With a deep roar, the giant size continued to shrink, from the size of a heavy truck to the size of an ordinary person, and turned into an elf wearing a bear skin.

This elf is different from the ordinary slender elf. He is as strong as a bear. In addition, he is covered with a bear skin with a hood. Only the part below the nose is exposed. From a distance, he looks like a bear. It really looks like a bear.

Looking up at the elf in the distance, the legendary druid Napson said: "Are you the little guy from before? Your name is...Tiratel?"

"I'm honored that senior still remembers me."

"I...was lost for so many years."

"Ever since the Battle of the Red Nest, you have..." The legendary ranger did not continue, looking at the legendary druid with pity in his eyes.

In the past, during the Battle of the Red Nest, the great druid Napson and his family went to the battlefield. Unfortunately, they encountered the Mistress of the Red Nest, and Napson was the only one who survived.

After the Battle of the Red Nest, Napson lived in the form of a bear on the edge of the misty forest in order to forget the pain. He fell deeper and deeper into the misty forest and gradually lost himself.

Fortunately, after hearing the news of the enemy's return, the former Archdruid returned.

"Come on, tell me what happened in these years, that beast Savannah..."

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In the continent of Tydanor, strong men were awakened one after another, mages walked out of the towers, and reclusive strong men came to the world again, all because of the same goal - the Northern Expedition!

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