Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

In "The Ruined House", Metrorash gathers all the tiefling refugees.

Regardless of whether they were men, women, old or young, or regardless of their position, all conscious tiefling refugees were informed by him to the square in the camp. This is where they gather on weekdays and where all important news is announced.

Metrolash first looked around, looking at the thin, scarred, and tortured faces of his kin.

"I...did nothing wrong."

Metrorash murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

He finally made up his mind and slowly raised his sword.

"My compatriots, I've had enough of the wandering life, I've had enough of the endless pursuit."

"Our tiefling blood has been shed enough."

"What we need is not to escape-"

"It's tooth for tooth, blood for blood revenge."

This tiefling paladin, who had always been calm, now sounded impassioned, and his pure black eyes shone with a completely different light than before.

This struck many tieflings who were familiar with him as unbelievable.

"In the future, we will join the Burning Nest."

"And the great red dragon, the destroyer of the Eagle Guard, Lord "Flying Flame" Cassius will become our master, provide us with shelter, and lead us to revenge against the vampires and humans who persecute us."

"We will take back North Wind Castle and our former home."

"Lord Cassius will lead us to formulate new, truly fair rules."

When these words came out, everyone was in an uproar, and there were constant quarrels and discussions.

Many tiefling relatives were slaughtered in that tragedy, and revenge had long been their only belief in surviving. At this moment, the fire in their hearts was finally ignited by Metrorash's words.

So they raised their weapons and cheered.

"revenge!"

"Revenge! Revenge!"

"Enter Beifeng Castle!"

"Cut off Duke Luckman's head!"

However, there are also many different voices among them. Although they were more or less affected by the tragedy, they still believe in the existence of kindness and humanity, and hope to win their living status through peaceful means.

For example, Lereissa.

The young female tiefling had a face full of surprise and anger, and couldn't help but stepped forward to persuade her:

"No, Metrorash, we must not become the dragon's spawn."

"If we do this, what's the difference between us and that vampire Duke!"

Many tieflings agreed with this and expressed their verbal support or nodded in agreement.

But Metrorash just stared at her.

"Lerissa, you didn't listen to what I said before."

That look made her feel strange. It seemed to contain some kind of pity, or intolerance.

But she didn't care at the moment. She was more concerned about how to argue her case.

Leirisa kept shaking her head and tried her best to defend herself:

"No, Metrorash, you are wrong."

"Those humans were bewitched by the Duke. We can tell them the truth and call on them to join us in peacefully resisting the Duke's bloody rule. This is the right path."

"I have contacted a group of people with lofty ideals from all over the world. But if we become the followers of the evil dragon, then everything will be over. I..."

Her tone suddenly stopped.

The sound of the sword piercing flesh was heard.

"Shua——"

Lyrisa's face was covered in blood.

Those blue, lake-like beautiful eyes stared in disbelief at the man in front of him who put the sword into his chest.

"for……"

She never seemed to expect anything like this to happen.

Metrolash's familiar pair of pure black eyes were so cold and cold at the moment that she felt a little strange, even creepy.

Before losing consciousness, she seemed to see Metrolash's lips opening and closing slightly, and Lyressa, who had learned lip reading, saw what he wanted to say.

——That's "I'm sorry" in hellish language.

The fragile body slowly fell down.

Warm blood flowed out, staining the white snow red.

Metrorash quickly pulled out the sword.

He knew that the cunning red dragon was secretly watching all this. This was a "letter of surrender" to express that he had no way of turning back and could only surrender.

And this is also a statement to all the ethnic groups in the camp that there is no place for the so-called "peace faction".

Lereissa wasn't wrong, she was just naive.

He was so naive that he thought that as long as they trusted each other, there would be no more disputes in the world, just like he had in the past, but now this former redemption knight had blood on his hands.

"I'm sorry, Lyrisa."

"This is just for our race to survive."

The blood splashed on his face slowly flowed down, Metrorash thought to himself.

The tieflings around seemed to be stunned by this bloody scene. The air was stagnant for a while, and everyone was silent.

No one dared to speak anymore, even the tieflings who shouted "revenge" were silent.

"Lerissa communicated with foreign enemies and leaked information..."

"Disposal according to military law."

Metrolash ignored the blood on his face and just raised the bloody sword with an indifferent expression.

"revenge!"

he repeated again.

"Revenge! Revenge!"

"Take back Beifeng Castle! Blood sacrifice to your relatives!"

This time more tieflings responded to his call, cheering rhythmically. Although the expressions of some of them may not be so natural.

A dragon roar suddenly came from the sky.

"Roar--"

The red dragon slowly descended from the sky and stood on the tallest boulder, looking down at the tieflings from a high position.

Metrolash turned around in time and blended into the crowd without saying another word.

Cassius slowly unfolded his wings, and a huge shadow enveloped everyone, making the tieflings feel a strong sense of oppression.

"I, Cassius, the master of the Ember Nest, welcome you to join me."

"I will give you full protection and support, grant you honor and strength, and help you build a town here."

"And in return, you need to become my eternal dependents, fight for me, defeat the greedy North Wind Eagle for me, and seize the entire North Wind Castle."

Metrolash took a step forward and said respectfully:

"This town will be born under your shadow, and please give it a name."

There was a hint of joking in the red dragon's golden pupils:

"Since you are called the descendants of the devil, how about calling it 'Bator City'?"

Metrolash's expression remained unchanged, showing no indignation at being insulted. He just said calmly:

"Thank you for your gift."

Cassius narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the calm and unhurried Metrorash below, thinking in his heart that this was indeed the person who had single-handedly caused the entire Larkman family to suffer for more than ten years.

He is a terrible guy who is almost irrational and irrational.

It feels like the progress is a bit slow, and the ten-year setting is a bit too long. It may jump in time and speed up the arrival of players.