Red Dragon Emperor

Mordo Peak Forest, the throne hall for meeting foreigners.

Jose was lying cross-legged on the throne, and below were three visiting representatives of the Windtalker Alliance.

As a large multi-racial organization, the Windtalkers Alliance attaches great importance to racial balance and equality, which can be seen in the racial composition of the visitors.

A female elf in a light green long dress. The female elf is tall and has no extra accessories on her body.

Through her self-introduction, Jose learned that the elf's name was Athena, and she was a master druid from the misty forest in the south of the mainland. She settled in Sunsail Port because she liked the environment of Sunsail Port.

A brown-bearded dwarf named Mogra Copperhammer, Mogra Copperhammer has thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a majestic face, but the essence of his thick lines is exposed when he speaks.

In addition, don't look at Mogra with a big beard and a middle-aged appearance of thirty or forty years old, but in fact, in terms of the life stage of a dwarf, he is just an adult. In his words: "I am just eight years old this year. Ten years old!"

The last one is human, a handsome middle-aged human knight.

No need for introduction, Jose knows his information. This human named Gilbert Bradine is an upper-class nobleman of Sunsail Port. His ancestor was one of the original pioneers of Sunsail Port. He and his family lived in Yangsail Sail Harbor has a good reputation.

"Dear Your Excellency the Dragon, the Bradine family would like to extend their sincere greetings to you," Gilbert put one hand on the armor on his heart, smiled and nodded to show respect.

This respect is sincere, because half of the Thoradin family's income comes from trade with the Triangle Plain, and this matter has something to do with the Golden Dragon.

Under the guarantee of the golden dragon, the relationship between Jose and the Windtalker Alliance was normalized, and then Gilbert Baladin immediately found the golden dragon and hooked up with the red dragon.

And Jose also intends to win over the upper nobles of Yangfan Port in order to stabilize his own position. The two hit it off immediately, so they are very familiar with each other.

Jose nodded: "I see pride and fearlessness in you, this is the mark of a pioneer."

Pride refers to the aristocratic temperament of a middle-aged knight, and fearlessness refers to standing up to carry the banner and participating in actions against the legendary fallen horses, and the words of the pioneer's mark are purely praising their ancestors.

For nobles who value bloodlines, hearing others praise their ancestors is a beautiful thing, and it is even more useful if these words are spoken from a lord of a different kind who dominates one side.

The corners of Gilbert Platinum's mouth slightly turned up.

On the side, the dwarf stretched his hand behind his back to scratch it, but because he was wearing armor, he couldn't reach it in. He grinned anxiously: "Gilbert! Scratch me with your sword!"

Gilbert, who was smiling, froze and ignored the dwarf's request.

"Ahem, Your Excellency Jose, we understand that you have a grievance with that fallen man, can you introduce it?"

The elf uttered a voice to defuse the embarrassment, and at the same time brought the topic to the business. She continued: "Don't get me wrong, we just want to know more about the situation, so that we can have a general understanding of the fallen."

Bang Dang~! Bang Dang~!

Jose ignored the dwarf who couldn't scratch the tickle and jumped up and down making the sound of armor colliding: "Your information is correct, I do have a deal with that guy."

"The fallen man is the chief of the Hydra Centaur tribe eight years ago. You should have done your homework before you came here. I won't introduce too much about that period of history. I have been looking for him for the past eight years and have sent people many times. Hunt down."

"My subordinate killed his wife and cut off one of his hands. In addition, in order to avoid my revenge, he has been hiding in the bitter cold tundra in recent years. For some reason, he recently got in touch with the devil. "

heard that,

Gilbert Platinum frowned slightly: "Your Excellency Jose, do you know the origin of that devil? Why did it pop out all of a sudden?"

Jose felt a little depressed, and shook his head: "I, like you, am also curious about where the devil jumped out of."

The dwarf was scratching the itch with a small wooden stick he took out from nowhere, moaning ecstasy while scratching. Hearing the words of the red dragon, he said carelessly: "Where did he jump out! Just beat him back to his hometown! Ah~."

This moan was particularly ecstasy, just listening to the sound made people emerge. The elf druid's calm expression couldn't hold back, and he couldn't help covering his forehead. Gilbert also twitched the muscles at the corner of his mouth, wishing to throw this embarrassing guy out. .

However, having said that, if one ignores the ecstasy moans, there is some truth to what the dwarf said.

Why do you care so much! Find the enemy! Get rid of him and it's over!

"Three! I have sent a large number of people to search for traces of the Fallen—Bradha on the prairie!"

Jose continued: "But with the current strength of the Triangular Plain, it is not safe to deal with a legendary fallen person. Since we have a common goal and a willingness to cooperate, we might as well just speak up..."

"..."

Soon, representatives of the Red Dragon and the Windtalker Alliance reached a consensus and worked together to eradicate the danger of the fallen centaur chief.

At the end, Gilbert said, "Your Excellency Jose, is it convenient to tell us what means you use to search for the target? I want to see if there is room for us to cooperate in the search."

"There's nothing to hide. On the bright side, the harpies block the sky, and wolf men and orc wolf cavalry patrol the grasslands. In addition, the indigenous tribes on the grasslands still have my eyeliner."

"Brada's broken hand is so obvious that it won't take long to find it."

However, things went beyond Red Dragon's expectation. Three days in a row passed, and the fallen centaur chief seemed to have evaporated without a word from the world.

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On the prairie, a group of centaur bandits galloped all the way, and the clacking horseshoes brought up a large cloud of smoke and dust.

The fallen Hydra Centaur Chieftain - Bradda is hidden in it, but his hiding is not covered by a black robe and a black scarf, but his face and hands are generously exposed.

That's right, at this time, not only the magic lines on Brada's body disappeared, but even his severed hands grew back. From the appearance, he looked no different from ordinary centaurs.

Things have to start four days ago.

Four days ago, Brada killed all the pursuers by virtue of the power traded from the devil, and ran all the way, planning to return to the Triangle Plain for revenge.

It wasn't until he encountered a centaur tribe that the devil contacted him again and offered another deal.

The condition offered by the devil was to help Brada regenerate his broken limbs and help hide the magic lines on his body. The price of the transaction was not paid by Brada himself, but the centaur tribe he met. The devil wanted more than half Centaur soul.

According to normal circumstances, after the death of a living body, the soul returns to the gods believed by the living body, even legendary level devils can only stare blankly.

Because after a creature dies, its soul will flow into the river Styx, and the river Styx is the most widely distributed, dangerous, and unsolvable existence in the multiverse. the devil.

But there is one exception, that is, the creature has fallen and signed a contract with evil beings such as evil gods, demons, and devils. Under the effect of the contract, the soul will not flow into the Styx, but will fall into the hands of evil beings .

He can regenerate his limbs without paying any price, and the Hydra Centaur chief will naturally not refuse.

According to the method taught by the devil, he activated the corrupt power hidden deep in the blood of the centaur, and then killed them all. In this way, the soul of the fallen centaur fell into the hands of the devil.

After killing the unlucky centaur tribe, Bradda was reborn with his broken limbs as he wished, and returned to a normal centaur appearance.

Later, he met this group of centaur bandits, and became the leader of this group of centaur bandits by virtue of his strength.

Three small black dots appeared on the blue sky in the distance, they were three harpies, and the harpies flew straight towards the group of centaurs.

A strange bloody light flashed in Brada's eyes, and then he returned to normal. He shouted loudly: "It's the minions of the dragon! Everyone cheer up! Don't fall into the prestige of our black thorn bandit group!"

"Oh oh oh~!"

"..."

A group of centaurs immediately moved into action, shouting frantically at the harpies flying from the sky, performing various insulting and provocative actions.

In recent years, in order to develop business and create a safe environment, the Red Dragon forces have sent people to wipe out the grassland robbers many times.

It is conceivable how much the centaur bandits dislike and hate the Red Dragon forces.

Centaur bandits would not dare to avenge the red dragon's attack on the triangular plain, but they still have the courage to provoke three or two flying harpies.

But the harpy ignored the provocative behavior of the robbers, flew in the sky to observe carefully, and saw that all the horse robbers below were normal, with their hands still in place, and flew away disappointed.

On the ground, Brada watched the harpies go away, with a mocking arc on the corner of his mouth, this was not the first time he had experienced such a scene.

"Boys! Charge!"

"Ooooh!"

Brada took the lead and continued to run quickly, followed by a large group of frantically shouting centaur bandits.

From an angle that the robbers could not see, the leader they revered had a ferocious face, and the dragon's minions aroused the hatred in his heart, and the hatred surged like a river.

revenge!

I want revenge!

But he clearly knew that it was impossible for him to defeat the three dragons alone, let alone kill the three dragons.

Even a real legendary powerhouse cannot kill a giant dragon under the protection of hundreds of thousands of monsters, unless it is a sneak attack, and he already has a rough plan in mind at this time.

Slantedly glanced at the centaur bandit running beside him, and the corner of Brada's mouth twitched into an evil smile.

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Triangle Plain.

In the center of the bustling Thorn City, in the luxurious residence that originally belonged to the Lord of the Thorn City, the chief of the Stonetooth Wildboar, Jose, Olivia, Cassie, and the three representatives of the Windtalker Alliance, who were shrunk down in size, fought for the common cause. Goals come together.

I thought they would find it soon, but in the end, there was no news for three days, and everyone felt a little irritated, but to varying degrees.

Olivia's irritability was a bit high: "Three days! Three days without even finding a centaur with a severed arm! They're all worthless!"

"Calm down, my friend, irritability does nothing but spoil the mood."

Jose frowned slightly, and continued: "Perhaps, we missed something."

Master Elf Druid - Athena suggested: "Let's think about it again, what would we do if we were fallen?"

Cassie thought for a while, and tentatively said, "Could it be that guy hid underground? He didn't dare to show his face."

"It's possible," Gilbert pinched his chin: "Maybe we made a mistake at the beginning, the fallen one didn't have the courage to take revenge, or his master had bigger things to plan, so he wasn't allowed to take revenge, um, still It's possible he's disguising himself."

"If you can guess out of thin air, you will see the undead!" The dwarf wiped the drink on his beard: "If you want me to say, it's better to wait for him to come out by himself!"

"However, having said that, José, your scales are so beautiful!" The dwarf looked at the red dragon's bright red scales, and clicked his tongue.

"Thank you for your compliment," Jose's face darkened, "but look at it, what do you mean by touching it?!"

Seeing the red dragon's unfriendly eyes, the dwarf withdrew his paw in embarrassment: "I'm sorry! I can't help it! I can't help it! Hehehehehe..."

"Hahaha," the human knight hurriedly stood up to smooth things over: "Your Excellency Jose, don't be angry. Although Mogra is a messy guy, he definitely has no bad intentions."

As he spoke, he gave the dwarf a hard look, but the dwarf didn't dare to say anything, and continued to drink to hide his embarrassment.

Jose felt a little helpless. Speaking of which, the reason why the dwarf was so presumptuous was also related to himself.

After a few days of getting along, Jose has a better understanding of the three representatives of the Windtalker Alliance. Gilbert, the nobleman of Sunsail Port, is not much to say, and the elegant master-level elf druid-Athena was born as a commoner.

On the contrary, the rude dwarf has some background. Mogra Brass Hammer comes from the highest mountain in the mainland - the Sunset Mountains, and was born in a middle-class dwarf noble family.

With the idea of ​​understanding the situation, Jose had some exchanges with the dwarves, "talking" about the setting sun mountains, the orc empire divided by the setting sun mountains and the most powerful empire on the mainland—the Pompeii Empire, and learned about some of the gray dwarves' secrets. information.

However, the dwarf is familiar with himself, and after chatting for a while, he becomes fussy.

"Report!"

"Come in!"

Hulk, a family member of the wild boar, walked in and said as he walked, "I'm sorry to disturb you at this time, master, but there is something I have to report."

"On the grassland between Yangfan Port and the Triangular Plain, a group of centaur bandits are very rampant. These days they took advantage of our troops to disperse to search for the fallen, and took the opportunity to rob the caravan. The trade between them is affected, and I understand that they are still recruiting members to grow stronger, could it be a trick of the fallen?"