Red Dragon Emperor

In Modo Peak Forest, in the underground magic tower, Jose finished communicating with Moorelin, 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 Via, and let the nationals of the two countries migrate to the Kingdom of Odyssey and the Kingdom of Dana in the west.

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

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

But Wei Ya Kingdom is not necessarily the case.

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

Jose had to consider the reaction of the Northland Witch Council. It was easy to cooperate, but if he didn't cooperate...it would be nothing more than useless hands and feet.

Today's Forsey Kingdom crushes the Northland Witch Council in all aspects, no matter in terms of quality, quantity, financial resources, or regular army.

However, the magic tower of the Northland Witch Council is a bit difficult to handle. A group of legendary mages equipped with a magic tower, the combat effectiveness is not necessarily much worse than that of demigod-level powerhouses.

"I hope the Council of Witches of the Northland can understand the current affairs, otherwise...humph!"

outside world.

Naturally, such a major event as the migration of the nationals of 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 various countries.

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

In response to this point, the four kingdoms of the Northland fell into an uproar.

At the same time, the south of the mainland is not peaceful.

The Pompeii Empire took the lead and called on all human forces to unite. Each country sent some troops to the north to prevent the red nest mistress from going south.

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

Conscription orders were scattered like snowflakes.

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South, night.

The center of a certain small-scale human city civilian area was pitch black,

Only one house in the center is still lit, this three-story half-stone and half-timbered house that you protrude from.

The drinkers push and change glasses, and the bustle is more lively than usual.

A big man's cheeks flushed from drinking, he stepped on the tavern bench with one foot, raised his head and poured the malt wine from the oak glass in his hand down his throat.

Gululu~!

"Ah~!" The big man drank a whole big glass of wine, the big man hiccupped and let out a satisfied "ah".

"Everyone! It's rare for Papa Vic to treat guests so generously! Everyone is drinking hard!"

"Long live father!"

"Hahaha! Guys! Let's toast Papa Vic!"

Everyone booed together and pointed their wine glasses at the oak bar at the entrance of the tavern. The old Vic, whom everyone called, was standing behind the bar, also drunk and flushed.

Father Vic poured out the amber wine from the oak barrel, and raised the glass in his hand: "Drink! Everyone, drink to your heart's content! Don't go home tonight if you don't get drunk!"

"Yah hoo!"

"Long live Papa Vic!"

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

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

Something is wrong!

Something is wrong!

Although Father Vic was not stingy on weekdays, he was by no means generous either. It was common for him to treat regular customers to a drink or two occasionally, but this was the first time he emptied the wine cellar and invited his neighbors to drink.

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

The owner of the tavern, Papa Vic, sent away the worried maid, closed the door of the tavern, and walked drunkenly towards the wine cellar under the tavern with unsteady steps.

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

As if he didn't see it, Father Vic went straight to the corner of the empty wine cellar and pressed a brick on the wall with his hand.

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

Seeing the cabinet, most of the drunkenness of Father Vic disappeared in an instant, his eyes were complicated, and memories of the past flooded his heart.

The partners who took the adventure together, the quarrels and joys have all become clouds of the past with a breath of dragon.

"Ai~," the thousand words in my heart finally turned into a sigh.

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

It was a gigantic ax gleaming with cold light.

Even though the giant ax has been sealed by the owner for more than 20 years, the blade of the ax still has a cold light, and there is a chill in it. This is the magical energy enchanted in the ax.

Father Vic stretched out his hand, his fingertips touched the cold ax body, his eyes were as tender as stroking a lover's jade skin.

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

Papa Vic took out the ax talking to himself, put the ax on his shoulder, walked out of the tavern with a call to arms, locked the door, and walked towards the dawn in the sky.

"Facing the dragon's breath this time, I will not run away again."

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Da da da!

Soldiers in light clothes, holding the redbud flag symbolizing the kingdom, galloped on the road between the fields on horseback, raising a trail of smoke and dust, and all the villagers on both sides of the road looked sideways.

A villager who had seen the world recognized the soldier's identity: "It's the messenger of the main city. He's going in the direction of the Viscount's Castle. Something big must have happened."

Not long after, inside the Viscount's castle.

"Father! Father! Father!" The aristocratic youth in fine clothes walked quickly along the corridor of the castle, shouting in panic.

"Housekeeper! Where is Father?"

"Go back to the young master, the viscount is in the study."

"Are you still in the mood to read at this time?!" The noble boy walked quickly to the study with a call-up order in his hand, and pushed open the concealed study door.

"Father! You..." Pushing open the door, the noble boy was taken aback when he saw his father in the study.

"How many times have I taught you, don't panic when you encounter anything. A man in my Tuke family must be calm," said the viscount, with 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 smooth and shiny.

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

"The day I learned of the return of the Red Nest Mistress, I knew that there would be such a day sooner or later."

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

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Bark!

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

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

"The enemy you and your uncles had driven out with their 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 on the battlefield, fighting to defend the country and protect the human race."

"I swear to you, I will never take a step back, even if I die, I will not regret it!"

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

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

One of the companions was different from the others. He had pointed ears and was a half-elf.

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

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

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boom! when!

boom! when!

boom! when!

In the depths of the mountains, hammers slammed into red-hot iron blocks. Thousands of dwarf craftsmen gathered together to cast, sparks flew, and the scene was very spectacular.

Accompanied by the sound of hammering iron, pieces of iron were forged into giant crossbows one after another, and the giant crossbows were transported to the side by special hands and stored in wooden boxes covered with hay.

In the middle of the wooden boxes piled up like a mountain, a group of people are inspecting, and the ones walking in the front are a dwarf in armor and a tall human mage.

"Master Taylor Dan, don't worry, what I, the dwarves of the setting sun lineage, will definitely do."

"Your Majesty, I don't worry if it's not the old man. You also know who this batch of crossbow arrows is going to fight with. His Majesty the Emperor attaches great importance to this matter. It is impossible for me to supervise it," he said. With that, the master mage named Taylor Daniel put down the crossbow in his hand.

In his test, these crossbow bolts are qualified products.

"The matter of hunting the dragon crossbow, I will trouble the lord."

"I, the Sunset Dwarves, are also responsible for dealing with the evil dragon. I am obliged to do this task!"

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Misty forest.

As the name suggests, this forest is always shrouded in a fog that the sun cannot dispel. This is a magical fog made 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 like walking on the ground.

Green clothes, long ears, flaxen hair, a bow and arrow in his hand, and a quiver full of arrows on his back, this elf is the legendary ranger who has gained fame in recent years——Tilat you.

Gradually, the legendary ranger who was on his way heard the faint sound of the tide, and immediately cheered up.

Hearing the sound of the tide meant that he was not far from that one's territory.

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

After a while, he stopped on top of 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 existence qualified to hunt, and that was the owner of this place.

Following the smell of blood, Tiratel found what he was looking for.

It was a bear, a bear as big as a heavy truck.

At this time, the giant bear was burying its head on an extraordinary elk of the same size, tearing the flesh and blood of its prey with its mouth, making a swallowing sound in its throat.

"Hey!"

The legendary ranger greeted: "You..."

The giant bear turned back suddenly, the hair around its mouth was stained with elk 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 beast—the moon-screaming demon bear.

Roar!

Accompanied by a roar of a beast, the legendary level pressure of the Howling Moon Demon Bear spread to the surroundings, startling a large number of birds.

boom!

Under the enormous force of the legendary giant bear, a big tree as thick as a bucket couldn't even hold a slap in the face. The densely packed branches brushed past other trees in the forest before crashing to the ground.

The legendary ranger - Tiratel jumped to another tree in time to avoid being beaten to a pulp by a giant bear.

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

"I came to you by order of His Majesty the Elven King..."

"I……"

"..."

No matter what Tiratel said, the Moon Howling Demon Bear kept attacking and roaring again and again, and the surrounding trees were affected by the dodging elf rangers.

"Damn it! The Archdruid of Napson is too animalistic! Even in the name of the Elf King, he can't be awakened!"

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

Hearing the word "Mother of the Red Nest", Napson's incarnation of the Howling Moon Demon Bear was stunned, and after a while, endless killing intent emerged from him.

Roar!

The giant bear frantically destroyed the surrounding area, destroying the grassland and trees into a mess.

The legendary ranger hid in the distance, watched the crazy giant swallowed his saliva: "It's terrible."

After a while, the giant bear who had finished venting stopped, gasped and looked at the ranger on the branch in the distance. At this moment, the giant bear's eyes had regained its sense.

"Ah~!"

Accompanied by a low, muffled roar, the giant body shrank continuously, from the size of a heavy truck to the size of an ordinary person, and turned into an elf in bear skin.

This elf is different from ordinary slender elves. He is as strong as a bear. In addition, he is covered with a bear fur with a hood. Only the part below his nose is exposed, which makes him look like a bear from a distance. Really like a bear.

Looking up at the elves in the distance, the legendary Druid——Napson said, "You are that little guy from before? Your name is... Tiratel?"

"It's an honor, senior still remembers me."

"I... have been lost for so many years."

"Since the Battle of Red Nest ended, you..." The legendary ranger didn't continue, looking at the legendary druid with pity.

In the past, during the battle of the Red Nest, the archdruid Napson and his family went to the battlefield, but they unfortunately met the Mistress of the Red Nest, and only Napson survived.

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

Fortunately, upon hearing the news of the enemy's return, the former archdruid returned.

"Come on, tell me what happened over the years, that bastard Savannah..."

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In the continent of Tidanol, one strong man after another was awakened, the mage walked out of the tower, and the reclusive strong man entered the world again, all because of the same goal - the Northern Expedition!