Chapter 43 Arrangements from all parties
Cassius stared at the new dependent panel in front of him. This guy really made a great leap forward.

[Dragon Wing Kobold Warlock]

Medium humanoid (kobold), lawful evil
AC: 16 (natural armor)
Speed: 30 feet, fly 50 feet

Strength - 15
Agility - 14
Constitution——16
Intelligence - 10
Perception – 8
Charm - 11
Senses: Darkvision 60 ft., Passive Perception 8
Languages: Common, Draconic

Proficiency: Construction +4, Traps +4, Digging +6, Stealth +6
Features: Swarm tactics, fire resistance

Actions: Dagger, sling, claw, bite

Class Level: Warlock 1
Caster Level: 1th
Spells: Fire Arrow, Light
Level 1: Burning Hands
Challenge Rating: 5 (1700 XP)

The challenge level of this kobold jumped from a pitiful 1/8 to level 5, which is enough to fight against a team of well-trained soldiers, and barely made it into the ranks of the high-level combat forces of the Burning Nest.

Dolo below was looking at the dog-headed man who had been reborn, with his arms folded and a rather unfriendly look on his face.

"Golden Teeth."

The draconic hobgoblin whispered the name.

Originally, this guy could have been easily kicked away by him.

Today's kobolds, or Erds, are nearly two meters tall, can fly, and have mastered magic, making them quite formidable opponents.

Ever since that conflict, this kobold has firmly clung to the ogre mage's thigh. It can be said that in today's Burning Embers, Rump's position is still unshakable.

Trump, who was watching not far away, just raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"really not bad."

The ogre subconsciously tried to push up the glasses on his nose, but found that the exquisite silver-rimmed glasses had been crushed into pieces during the transformation.

He had no choice but to put his hand down with regret, thinking to himself that he would grab a more sturdy one.

The gift-giving ceremony finally ended.

Cassius slowly spread his wings, allowing his shadow to cover the many monsters beneath.

He activated his [Leader Aura] with all his strength, emitting a convincing and absolute influence that impressed all the followers present from the bottom of their hearts.

"A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. My Burning Embers Nest only needs strong men, not useless idiots."

"Keep fighting for me."

"Prove your loyalty to me with blood and fire."

"You will also gain great power and endless life."

As vested interests, several clan leaders who received the gift were the first to cheer.

The dragon spewed blazing flames into the sky, the kobold spread his newly acquired wings, and Rump showed off his huge body and hard scales.

With Cassius's tacit approval and even encouragement, they displayed their newfound power with abandon.

The monsters in the Burning Embers also cheered and rejoiced. No matter if they were kobolds, goblins, or ogres, they roared and screamed madly, with endless yearning and enthusiasm for power rising in their hearts.

The noisy celebration echoed in the valley for a long time.

January.

Goose-feather-like snowflakes floated in the sky, dancing along with the howling wind. The diffuse icy fog made the visibility outside less than a hundred meters.

It was already the coldest time of the year in the Anzeta Desert.

It has been more than three months since that impressive “Grace Ceremony”.

Soon after his transformation, Gold Fang was sent to the dark mines, where he led more than 300 of his fellow tribesmen to dig gold for the red dragon in the warm underground.

When the snow melts in the spring of the following year, the kobolds will transport the gold back to the Burning Embers Nest.

At the same time, they also received the task of finding elemental ores - this was Cassius looking for energy for the Eye of the Storm King. During this time, many creatures heard the news and joined the Burning Nest.

In order to escape the Northern Kingdom's wanted pursuit, the hobgoblin warlord "Skull Face" came here with his army of hundreds of hobgoblins and a lot of money. But a week later, the strange hobgoblin warlord accidentally drowned in a cesspool, and his remaining troops naturally became the subordinates of the dragon vein hobgoblin Doro.

Dolo finally had the excellent soldiers he had always dreamed of, rather than those weak and cowardly ordinary goblins who didn't even dare to go to the battlefield.

Later, more than thirty sheep men came to seek refuge, hoping to spend the cold winter in the warm Burning Nest.

These goats are weak, have no sense of good and evil, and are noisy spirits driven by curiosity and hedonism. But their panpipe playing is similar to that of bards, which can produce some wonderful magical effects, so they are also accepted by Cassius.

Yet in such a cold season, the Embers Nest is still relatively warm.

On the one hand, the storm peak did not reach the northernmost tip of Anzeta, and on the other hand, the undulating mountains blocked the invasion of cold winds, leaving the few traces of warmth in the valley.

The red dragon's residence is especially warm.

At this time in the Giant's Mouth Cave, Cassius slowly opened his sleepy eyes, and his huge body lay in the place with the most heat in the cave.

"Master, I have brought you the person you wanted."

Dolo led several earth elf guards and walked respectfully into the cave entrance.

The guards were carrying a ragged, messy-haired human, who was none other than Hart, the slave trader who had been captured by the Red Dragon himself.

"Have you completed the task I assigned to you?"

"It has been a great success, Master."

Doro replied.

After saying that, the earth elf guards on the left and right pulled out several scrolls from their backs and handed them over. There were scrolls written in the common language in a sloppy handwriting, and there were also some simple pictures.

The hobgoblins were proficient in all military and war skills, including torture. The task the red dragon gave him was to extract all the information from the human's brain and ensure its authenticity.

But Hart was just a cowardly slave trader, and Doro didn't use any tricks on him. He only used the simplest threats to make him tell out everything he knew.

"Then stand down."

"Yes."

Dolo and his guards calmly withdrew.

Cassius looked at the nervous human in front of him and said:

"Long time no see, Hart."

Hart trembled all over, his legs went limp and he knelt on the ground, saying in a trembling voice:

"Kai, Lord Cassius, the master of the Burning Embers Nest, the powerful red dragon, I have realized my mistakes. I am willing to compensate for all the losses. I only ask you to spare my humble life."

The red dragon grinned, revealing its sharp fangs, a smile that made Hart feel creepy.

Cassius said: "Not only do I not need your compensation, I will also let you go back."

Hart was stunned and asked subconsciously:

"Go back to where?"

"Sig Town, your Lord Baron and I may have something in common."

The Baron's cold eyes appeared in Hart's mind, and he murmured, "Lord Baron, he, he will kill me."

The red dragon slowly stood up and looked down at the shivering human, with an interesting light flashing in its golden vertical pupils.

"No, he won't."

(End of this chapter)