Chapter 50 Tiefling (IV)
The giant evil snowman also realized the danger of this attack, so it quickly gathered strength, and dense ice gravel appeared deep in its throat, making the tiefling paladin feel a bone-chilling cold.

"Freezing Breath!"

But Medoraash still went forward in the biting cold wind, holding the sword in both hands and chopped down fiercely.

The giant evil snowman tilted his head, and the long sword chopped off the coiled horns on both sides of his head, slowly cutting them apart. But the snowman resisted the blade with great force, and the horns shook violently from side to side, making it difficult for Medoraash to concentrate his strength.

The protective aura around Medoras flickered, barely resisting the invasion of cold air.

Blood continued to flow from the broken arm of the giant evil snowman, and Medoras' body gradually froze. This was the last fight for life.

The two sides were deadlocked for a while, and both wanted to kill the other.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

"boom!"

Several scorching fireballs hit the giant evil snowman's back, causing large areas of hair on its back to become charred and making it unstable.

The power of the flames even penetrated into its flesh and blood, burning its cold blooded body.

The weakened giant evil snowman howled in pain and subconsciously let go, throwing the tiefling aside.

It turned its head suddenly and beat its chest, trying to intimidate the despicable attacker.

However, what came into view was the flames that scorched the sky and melted the earth.

"Extremely effective fire breath!"

In an instant, the snow was evaporated and white smoke rose from the exposed ground.

The giant evil snowman that had been so ferocious before was still standing there, but its entire body was charred and emitting a burnt smell.

As the cold wind blew, the broken body fell straight down, collapsed into a pile of fine ashes, and was then blown all over the sky by the wind.

"Tsk tsk, a monster that is weak to fire."

Cassius folded his wings and landed on the ground, stepping on the remaining embers.

The information refreshed on his panel.

[You killed the Giant Evil Snowman (Challenge Level 9), and received 5000 XP]
[Your level has been raised to level 6]
It feels so good to grab a kill. A powerful level 9 monster was taken down with one blow.

As the giant evil snowman turned to ashes, the other snowmen scattered and fled back to the snowy mountains.

Although the yetis fled, the tieflings remained nervous.

——Because they are facing a more powerful and more unpredictable red dragon.

Although they helped them kill the giant evil snowman, no one knew whether the dragon that rashly broke in was a friend or an enemy, let alone a red dragon known for its evil and brutality.

The tiefling warriors stood alert with swords and shields in hand, nervously watching the red dragon slowly approaching, but no one dared to anger the dragon.

Medoras used his sword to support himself and struggled to get up from the snow.

He tried his best to remain calm and stared at the red dragon in front of him - a huge body that was eight or nine meters long, with knotty muscles and extremely strong, its body covered with bright, metallic scales, and a hot, sulfur-smelling breath emanating from its mouth, as if there was a volcano hidden inside it.

A powerful red dragon is absolutely impossible to defeat.

This is his final judgment.

Red dragons have always been known for their brutality. Any offense may anger them, causing them to bury everything in fire.

The most famous red dragon in Storm Peaks recently is "Flying Flame" who slaughtered the Eagle Guards.

And the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Thinking of this, he ordered:
"lay down your weapon."

Although the tiefling warriors were reluctant, they still obeyed the order and dropped their weapons.

Medorash put the sword back at his waist and bowed with difficulty. "Respected Lord Feiyan, thank you for helping us to defeat the enemy. When we are settled, we will give you enough rewards to show our sincerity."

"I just don't know...why did you come here?"

Cassius looked at the tiefling in front of him and did not answer directly. Instead, he said in a playful tone:
"Are you the leader of the Tiefling Rebellion?"

"The descendant of the devil who is said to eat three humans for every meal, the son of hell?"

Medorash's expression remained unchanged, but he said in a calm tone:

"That's just the slander of the Rackman family. I believe you know better than me how arrogant and rude those blood-sucking pests are. The Rackman family has always been like this - just as they unscrupulously invaded your territory."

Cassius looked down at the tieflings and said, "That's a nice talk, but you won't survive the cold winter of Anzeta with just your words and this ridiculous army."

Medoras said respectfully:
"You expected this, so you came, didn't you?"

Cassius shook his head slightly and said, "To be honest, you are insignificant to me. You are the only one who has some value. The remaining tieflings may not even be worth a box of silver coins."

Medrash said seriously: "But I will fight to the end for them and sacrifice my life."

Cassius narrowed his eyes and said, "I can help you fight against the Rackman family's army."

"But you are their enemy. This has nothing to do with the tieflings."

Cassius sneered, shook his head and said:

"But this does not affect my ability to decide your life or death. As long as I negotiate with the Rackman family, report your location to them, and grant them military access, guess what will happen next?"

"To be honest, you don't have the capital to negotiate with me."

He continued:
"Come to think of it, my Ember Lair can accommodate tieflings as well."

"I can provide you with shelter, help you survive the severe cold, and even... defend you from the pursuit of the Eagle Guards."

Faced with this tempting suggestion, Medorash's breathing became slightly faster.

The light of his ideals had long been extinguished, and now his only wish was to preserve his ethnicity.

And this opportunity is right in front of us.

Tiefling hesitated for a moment, then spoke slowly:
"Well, sir..."

"What's the price?"

This young yet experienced Tiefling Paladin knows that everything has a price. There is no free lunch in this world, but there is hatred that comes for no reason.

Cassius leaned closer to the tiefling, and the words he spoke sounded like the whisper of a devil:
"Northern Castle."

"I want you to become my followers and help me take all this."

Medoraash raised his head slightly and found that the red dragon's golden pupils seemed to be burning with hellfire.

He also longed for light and redemption, and walked on the path of kindness and justice. Even after breaking his oath, he still habitually followed the series of rules of the Redemption Paladin and tried his best to maintain his nature.

But now, in order to survive, to live as simply as possible, he must make this choice.

Become a follower of the evil dragon and capture cities for him.

"It's the master."

"The Tiefling tribe is willing to obey your will."

Medoras, the paladin who had sworn to bow only to the gods, bent his knees and knelt down.

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(End of this chapter)