Chapter 51 Tiefling (V)
In "The Broken House", Medrash gathers all the tiefling refugees.

Regardless of gender, age, or position, all conscious tiefling refugees were notified by him to go to the square in the camp. This was their daily gathering place and the place where all important news was announced.

Medrash first looked around, at the thin, scarred, tortured faces of his fellow tribesmen.

"I...did nothing wrong."

Medrash murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

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

"My fellow countrymen, I am tired of the life of wandering around and the endless pursuit."

"Enough of our tieflings' blood has been shed."

"What we need is not to escape—"

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

The normally calm Tiefling paladin now spoke in an impassioned tone, his pure black eyes flashing with a completely different light than usual.

This was unbelievable to many tieflings who were familiar with him.

"From now on, we will join the Burning Embers 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 take revenge on the vampires and humans who persecuted us."

"We will take back North Wind Keep, and reclaim the home we once knew."

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

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was in an uproar and there was constant arguing and talking.

Many of Tiefling's relatives were slaughtered in that tragedy. Revenge had long been their only belief in survival. At this moment, the fire in their hearts was finally ignited by Medoraash's words.

So they raised their weapons and cheered.

"revenge!"

"Revenge! Revenge!"

"Attack Northwind Keep!"

"Cut off the head of Duke Rackman!"

However, there are also many different voices. Although they have been more or less affected by the tragedy, they still believe in the existence of kindness and humanity and hope to win a place to survive through peaceful means.

For example, Leresa.

The young female tiefling was filled with surprise and resentment, and could not help but step forward to persuade him:

"No, Medrash, we must not become the servants of the evil dragon."

"If we do this, what difference will there be between us and that blood-sucking duke!"

Many tieflings agreed with her and expressed their support verbally or nodded in agreement.

But Medrash just stared at her.

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

That look made her feel strange, as if it contained some kind of pity, or even compassion.

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

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

"No, Medorash, you are wrong."

"Those humans have been 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 paused.

The sound of a sword piercing flesh could be heard.

"Shh-"

Leisa's face was covered in blood.

The pair of beautiful blue eyes, like lake water, stared in disbelief at the man in front of him who was thrusting a sharp sword into his chest. "For..."

She never seemed to expect anything like this to happen.

Medoralash's familiar pure black eyes were so cold at this moment that she felt a little strange and even creepy.

Before he lost consciousness, she seemed to see Medoras' lips slightly opening and closing, and having learned lip reading, Leressa understood what he wanted to say.

——That’s “I’m sorry” in the language of hell.

The frail body slowly fell down.

Warm blood flowed out, dyeing the white snow red.

Medoras drew his sword quickly and decisively.

He knew that the cunning red dragon was watching all this in secret. This was a "letter of surrender" to show that he had no way back and the only option was to surrender.

This is also to make the stance and attitude of all ethnic groups in the camp clear, and the so-called "peace faction" will no longer have a place to stay.

Leisa was not wrong, she was just naive.

He was naive enough to think that as long as there was mutual trust, there would be no more disputes in the world, just like he once was, but now this former knight of redemption has blood on his hands.

"I'm sorry, Leresa."

"This is just for our race to survive."

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

The tieflings around seemed to be stunned by the bloody scene. For a moment, the air became stagnant and everyone was silent.

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

"Lerisa colluded with the enemy and leaked information..."

"Treat him according to military law."

Medoraash ignored the blood on his face and raised the bloody sword with a cold expression.

"revenge!"

He repeated again.

"Revenge! Revenge!"

"Retake North Wind Fort! Blood sacrifice for our relatives!"

This time, more tieflings responded to his call and cheered rhythmically, although some of them didn't look so natural.

Suddenly, a dragon roar was heard in the sky.

"Roar--"

The red dragon slowly descended from the sky and stood on the highest boulder, looking down at the tieflings.

Medrash turned around at the right moment and blended into the crowd without saying another word.

Cassius's wings slowly spread out, and a huge shadow enveloped everyone, making the tieflings feel a strong sense of oppression.

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

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

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

Medorash stepped forward and said respectfully:
"This town will be born under your shadow. Please give it a name."

There was a hint of teasing in the red dragon's golden pupils:
"Since you are called the descendants of the devil, how about calling it 'Bato City'?"

Medorash's expression remained unchanged, showing no indignation at being insulted. He just said calmly:
"Thank you for your gift."

Cassius narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Medoraash who was calm and composed below, thinking in his heart that this man was worthy of being the one who had made the entire Rackman family troubled for more than ten years with his own efforts.

He is almost emotionless and irrational, what a scary guy.

　I feel that the progress is a bit slow, and the ten-year setting is a bit too long. Maybe they will jump back in time to speed up the arrival of players.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)