The news that the Empire defeated the Abyss Legion and the Burning Emperor killed a demon lord has spread throughout the world, causing an uproar on the continent of Feanso.

The shock caused by this news was even more exaggerated than the victory over "Silver Wing" Osedro.

No matter how powerful the ancient silver dragon was, he was only the great elder of Melvold, a highly respected figure in the lawful good camp. The Lord of the Abyss was powerful enough to threaten the entire main material plane, but he was killed by the red dragon alone.

Doesn't this prove that the Burning Emperor also has the ability to easily destroy a country, or even threaten the entire main material plane?
The magical image of the terrible battle that destroyed Anstica also appeared in the hands of the top leaders of various forces, causing them great shock and horror.

——Giant dragons of a hundred meters in length were entangled and fighting each other. The fight between the two wild beasts caused the sky to tremble, the mountains to collapse, and the earth to disintegrate.

In the Third Age when gods and mortals were separated, no one had ever seen such a grand battle, which even made people doubt their own eyes.

Is this an illusion?

Or some images from ancient times?

However, all those who witnessed the war and had the earth-shattering scene deeply engraved in their minds gave a negative answer.

——This is the real battle that took place in the Third Age in the Anzeta Wasteland.

In the eastern part of Feanso continent, deep in the High Forest.

The air is filled with the faint scent of flowers and moist earth. The dense treetops gleam with emerald green luster, and the sunlight shines through the gaps, casting mottled light and shadows.

The white and exquisite building is hidden in the depths of the dense forest, surrounded by ancient and tall trees and filled with beautiful reliefs - this is the Royal Court of Serenya, the ancient capital of the Elven Kingdom that has been passed down for thousands of years.

On the windowsill deep in the royal court, a beautiful elven woman was gazing into the distance.

Her long light golden hair fell down her shoulders, and the gauze robe woven from grass leaves could not hide her graceful figure. Her watery eyes revealed worry.

The golden crown covered with dewdrops on his head and the hint of purple in his pupils reveal the identity of this elf.

——The nominal monarch of Serenia, the seventeenth queen of the Elven Kingdom since its birth, Catherine Moon Chaser.

The Elf Queen looked up at the blue sky above the High Forest and talked to herself.

"The three kingdoms are at war, the demons of the abyss are constantly on the move, and a powerful dragon is rising rapidly in the north. It's really a crazy era."

Having said this, Catherine lowered her eyes and smiled at herself.

"But I am just a canary in a cage. What right do I have to pay attention to these things?"

Several decades ago, the Elder Council, which was backed by the Fadlan Empire, sidelined the then young Elf Queen and completely controlled the political situation in Serenia.

They uphold the "ancient and noble traditions of the elves" and isolate Serenya from the outside world.

They do not allow any disputes in the world of the Elf Kingdom, and also forbid the Elf Queen to come into contact with the magical knowledge passed down by her ancestors.

These elders who colluded with humans even secretly gave beautiful elven women to the nobles of Fadlan as their playthings.

——The famous half-elf paladin, "Twilight Blade" Rhea was the illegitimate child born from the union of an elven woman and a Fadlan nobleman.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to belittle yourself. This situation will soon end, and the Elven Kingdom will soon return to your rule."

A cold and steady female voice came from behind Catherine, and a half-elf paladin wearing dark gold light armor and holding a long sword walked out.

"Rhea, you're back?"

Catherine turned around quickly, an expression of uncontrollable surprise appearing on her pretty face.

Rhea took a few steps forward, half-knelt in front of Catherine, and said in a deep voice: “Yes, Your Majesty Catherine.

Now that the Fadlan Empire has collapsed, the old guys in the Senate have lost their backers, and the opportunity to overthrow their corrupt rule has come."

"Get up first, Rhea."

Catherine hurried forward and helped the half-elf paladin who had just returned from his travels up.

She turned around and looked at the Holy Moon Tree, which symbolized the highest power of the elves but was now occupied by the Council of Elders.

“You are right, Serenia should not sink like this.

It should not be controlled by that group of scum. I will make the Elven Kingdom once again become the civilized and great country in our memories."

This queen, who was regarded by the elders as a "canary" who was easy to control and had always been weak and kind, now revealed an unprecedented firmness in her beautiful watery eyes.

"Do your will."

Rhea clenched the silver sword in her hand and spoke in a sonorous and powerful tone.

"Right, Rhea."

"what happened?"

Catherine took out a crystal ball from her bosom.

The crystal ball projected a magical image of two mountain-like dragons fighting each other - it was the battle between the "Burning Emperor" Cassius and the Abyss Dragon.

Catherine pointed at the giant dragon in the picture with her slender finger and asked softly, "Do you know this Burning Emperor?"

Rhea nodded slightly: "Of course, Your Majesty, I have seen that video at the headquarters of the Harper Union.

I have to admit that the red dragon is extremely powerful, to an incredible degree, and is definitely not something that can be confronted head-on."

Catherine was curious.

“Is it possible for us to work with him?”

“Excuse me, Your Majesty, but based on my experience, trying to cooperate with a red dragon is like trying to get the skin of a tiger. Moreover, the dragon race has a history of enmity with the elves.

Do you know what ranks first on the red dragon's menu? Elves, preferably elf girls."

Rhea blinked, Katherine was startled, and the half-elf chuckled. Compared to monarch and subjects, their relationship was actually more like good friends.

However, the elven queen, who has been trapped in the royal court for many years, has too many questions in her mind about the outside world and the mysterious north.

Catherine asked Rhea again and again about the situation in various places in Feanso, and the half-elf paladin was not impatient at all and gave patient answers.

"By the way, didn't you travel in the Anzeta Wasteland for a while? It is said that... you even killed a red dragon. They call you the 'Dragon Slayer Hero'."

Rhea shook her head and laughed, her resolute and beautiful face showing helplessness: "Your Majesty, if I had faced a red dragon like this, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stand there now.

The rise of this Burning Cinder Emperor was so fast that he didn't even look like a dragon. Many dragon scholars suspected that he was an ancestral dragon that was sealed in an underground ruin and dormant for tens of thousands of years, just like the mother dragon and the dragon I met."

Suddenly, Rhea's tone paused, and she turned her head again, staring closely at the magical image in the crystal ball.

The scales on the huge red dragon's body faintly exuded a metallic luster, as if gold was mixed in it - just like the strange baby dragon she met several years ago.

Rhea's heart sank suddenly, and fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, wetting her silver hair.

She recalled what she had said when she released the young dragon ten years ago: "Perhaps you can show mercy to your common enemies."

At that time, Rhea hoped that this strange lawful neutral red dragon would not bring disaster to the world, otherwise she would eradicate it with her own hands.

This is impossible. This is absolutely impossible.

Rhea thought to herself.

What a joke! In just ten years, a young dragon grew into a behemoth that surpassed the ancient dragons and became the emperor who ruled Anzeta.

This kind of thing is so exaggerated that it can no longer be called a legend, it is simply a fairy tale! Even mythology does not have such absurd plots!
But the sense of fate stirred in the half-elf's mind, causing her to tremble all over as if she were falling into an icy cave.

Rhea recalled the time when this red dragon was active in the Harper Alliance, and its extremely obvious characteristics that were the same as those of the strange young dragon.

Suddenly, she realized that this absurd story that sounded like a child's babbling - was very likely true!
“That makes sense.”

Rhea frowned and muttered to herself in a voice that only she could hear.

So that's how it is. This way the doubts of dragon scholars and the troubles of the Harper Alliance can be answered.

That giant dragon that is even larger than the ancient red dragon is not a sealed ancestral dragon, nor is it the offspring of Tiamat, but it has a clear growth trajectory!
He is most likely the strange young dragon that he let go ten years ago.

"What's wrong? Rhea, have you thought of anything about the red dragon?"

“No, Your Majesty.

I was just thinking about our plan to take back the Moonlight Sacred Tree."

The half-elf stood with her sword in her hand, looking into the distance, with a gleam in her beautiful eyes. No one knew what she was thinking at the moment.

Rhea pursed her lips.

For some things, since they are your own choices, you should just bear the consequences yourself.

The naive and persistent queen in front of her should not be involved in the trouble she caused. After helping Catherine overthrow the Elder Council, she may need to leave Serenia and face some... destined things.

In the magnificent palace of the Thracian Kingdom, the "City of the Rising Sun".

The ministers on both sides of the stairs looked at each other, lowered their heads and remained silent. The atmosphere in the palace became extremely stagnant.

And from the golden throne that was modeled after the "Rihui City", a deep and magnetic male voice was heard.

"Everyone, tell me what you think."

The man was wearing luxurious silver armor and had flawless white skin. There was a thin white halo covering his body, making his perfect face blurry.

The most eye-catching thing is his back. Three pairs of broad and white wings grow from his back, making him look like an angel from heaven.

This is the third son of Aragon I, a strong contender for the title of Emperor of Fadran, the ruler of the Kingdom of Thrace, and the leader of the Angel Legion.

——Wilham Aragon, who is honored as the "King of Angels".

At this moment, the angel-looking king was supporting his head with his hands, staring at the magical image in the center of the hall with a grim face.

In that magical image, two hundred-meter-long dragons were fighting each other, struggling hard, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to crack.

Were you all frightened by him?

Is it possible that in my huge Thracian kingdom, there are only a bunch of cowards who dare not face the dragon?"

Looking around and seeing the panicked expressions of the ministers, a hint of anger finally appeared in Wilham's voice.

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After hearing the king's second question, no one in the hall dared to raise their heads.

After all, the dragon was too terrifying and no mortal could resist it.

If he really made the boast in front of the king and was sent to the north, he would have to face a hundred-meter-long red dragon.

And those angels who have always been self-respecting and fearless of strong enemies are still fighting on the southern battlefield, fighting with Cassander's Titans.

Seeing that no one still said anything, Wilham looked at the man huddled in the corner.

"Duke Luton, you are the one who escaped from the Red Dragon. Do you have any special insights?"

After being called out by Wilham, Luton, who was named the Duke of the North, stood up trembling, and then knelt on the ground with a "bang".

He begged with tears streaming down his face: "Your Majesty, please don't hit me!

That red dragon, he, he is simply a devil! No, he is more evil than a devil! He will kill all of us! "

Seeing that image, Luton was already scared out of his wits. He remembered the hellish scene when the red dragon descended several years ago, and the guillotine with blood flowing. These scenes appeared in his nightmares countless times.

This reminds me of his "just disclosure" of the Red Dragon in various reading materials over the years.

Suddenly, the Duke of Luton's legs trembled, and his luxurious pants were wet, filling the hall with a fishy smell.

"He is indeed a coward."

Wilham looked down at him with some disgust and ordered casually: "Guards, the Duke of Luton's mental illness has recurred, drag him away."

Two soldiers in silver armor immediately stepped forward and carried the trembling Duke of Luton away.

Before leaving, Luton was still wailing: "Your Majesty, you can't hit me!"

Wilham, who was already in a particularly bad mood, looked even uglier after experiencing this ridiculous farce, and he called out one of them again.

"Duke Saxisai, you have been an envoy to the Burning Empire. What do you think of this matter?"

The Foreign Minister, dressed in luxurious robes and holding a scepter, walked out of the crowd, came to the bottom of the stairs, and lowered his head in thought.

After a long while, Sahisay said respectfully: “Your Majesty, it is just a greedy and short-sighted red dragon, no matter how powerful he is.

I admit that the Burning Emperor is powerful enough to change the world situation, but what he cares about is only the treasure in his own treasury - this can be seen from the fact that the Burning Empire sold us their most advanced weapons.

To make money, the red dragon doesn't care about anything.

So we don't need to be afraid of the red dragon at all. We can even make him our helper. We just need to satisfy his greedy appetite."

"Oh?"

Wilham nodded slightly, rubbing his chin, as if he was thinking about what Sahisa said.

The ministers all agreed with Sahisa's speech. It would be the best to solve the problem without facing the terrifying dragon.

Seeing the king lost in thought, Sahisay hurriedly went a step further: "Your Majesty, if you can give me 10 million gold coins, I will be able to stabilize the dragon in the north."

Suddenly, an anxious voice came from the crowd: "No, Your Majesty, the emperor is definitely not as simple as Duke Saxisay said!"

Everyone turned their heads and looked sideways, focusing their attention on the person who was speaking.

——The speaker was also a diplomat from the Thracian Kingdom, a subordinate of Sahisay, Dayev. (End of this chapter)