Ember Dragon

After dealing with the Chaos Evil Eye, Cassius used magic to contact Trump who was thousands of miles away, but he was shocked to find that when he wanted to find Trump, nine different coordinates appeared.

Trump has more “work clones”?
The corner of Cassius' mouth twitched slightly, but he also felt that this was reasonable. After all, in addition to ruling the vast North Ayser occupied area, he also had an additional task of mobilizing the army.

Soon, an ugly face with a strong corporate animal vibe appeared in front of Hong Long. Beside him was a thick pile of documents that looked half a person's height.

Trump bowed his head respectfully as usual and greeted him weakly: "Good day, my noble and great master."

Seeing the hollowed-out look of the Dragon Vein Ogre, Cassius was a little worried that he would suddenly die one day, so he said in a gentle tone: "Trump, you have worked hard in the past few months.

The Empire has just entered Feanso, and there are too many matters to deal with, including economy, policy, social security, intelligence, and diplomacy. You should be able to relax a bit when things get back to normal. "

This concern comes from the dragon's concern for his own property. If Trump suddenly passed away one day, who in this huge empire could be as loyal as he is - and work as hard as he does?
Under Cassius's "cordial comfort and care", Trump's face was moved and his eyes became moist, but his face looked even uglier and more curious.

Sure enough, no matter what ugly creatures do, they will only become uglier and more bizarre - fortunately, after seeing the Fungus Lady and Chaos Evil Eye, which attack people with their appearance, Cassius's resistance has increased a lot.

Then, the dragon vein ogre's eyes became firm again. He shook his head slowly and said, "Master, this is what I should do. It is my responsibility as the Prime Minister of the Empire. I should thank you for giving me this opportunity."
At the end, his tone became excited again, and his throat trembled slightly: "For the empire's grand plan of conquering the world, no, conquering the multiverse, I am willing to sacrifice everything - even my life!"

Seeing his subordinate improving himself in a few words and becoming motivated again, Cassius nodded repeatedly in satisfaction and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this ogre was really a natural beast.

Then, Cassius asked, "What is the status of the Imperial army? When will it reach Avenderdan?"

Trump answered confidently: "Three days, only three days are enough. The war has not been over for long, and our main forces are stranded in the North IJssel area, so it is easy to mobilize.

According to the investigation of the Imperial Intelligence Department, the current Kingdom of the Mountain Dwarves has just experienced the consumption of war and is internally empty. Moreover, we also have your Avendeldan city defense map, so those dwarves are nothing to be afraid of.

After a brief discussion, the Imperial Senate decided to send only 30% of the troops to Avendeldan, and the rest would remain stationed in various parts of North Eysel, so as not to cause chaos in the occupied areas. "

Cassius casually asked, "Who is leading the army into battle?"

"It's Admiral Dror. Marshal Dolo is also in charge of the affairs of the North Ayser Military Region. Although he tried his best to recommend himself this time, the Senate did not agree to his proposal." Trump replied in a flat tone.

"not bad."

The red dragon nodded slightly, exhaled a puff of white smoke with a sulfur smell, and stretched its wings.

Dror, the Marquis of the Empire, the Dragon Vein Earth Elf, Doro's confidant, and one of the representatives of the Empire's military forces. Cassius is quite familiar with this name.

Trump accurately pulled out a document from the pile, used magic to remove the seal on it, opened the document, and reported: "For this special military operation, the Empire will send 60,000 infantry, 154 tanks, 464 flying dragons, and a total of 8,500 engineering and logistics troops.
At the same time, we have issued a war order to summon the Starfall Corps in the North Ethel region, and it is expected that more than 50,000 Starfall Corps will be sent as reinforcements. "

Hearing this arrangement, Cassius was filled with emotion. Although the Burning Empire had not put in its best efforts, it was already an absolute crushing force for the current Mountain Dwarf Kingdom.

As the "steadfast ally" and "eternal friend" of the shield dwarves, Cassius knows the situation within the Mountain Kingdom very well.

After Zeror led the old, the weak, women and children to migrate, there were less than 30,000 dwarves left in Avundaldan, and even at its peak, the population was less than the number of troops sent by the Empire.

The sophisticated weapons that the dwarves were so proud of were nothing in the face of the empire's steel torrent.

Whether in terms of the number, quality or equipment level of the army, the Empire has an undoubted and overwhelming advantage.

The only thing worth paying attention to is the top power of the Mountain Dwarf Kingdom—the famous "Lord of the Mountains", the legendary dwarf warrior Ed.

Soon, Rump also mentioned this: "According to the information you provided and the news collected by the Imperial Intelligence Department, Gruumsh recently launched an attack on the Dwarven pantheon, and the Dwarven gods should have no time to take care of the material plane.

But as a legendary dwarf warrior who was close to being a demigod, Ed Klein should not be underestimated. Therefore, Misha would go with the army, ready to take action at any time to suppress the high-end strength of the dwarves.

Of course, if the dwarven gods come, Misha, as your warlock, can call you to descend on Avendeldan at any time to ensure the victory of the empire."

"You have considered it very carefully. Keep going. I hope you can capture Avendeldan as soon as possible, and then launch an offensive towards the Ugo Grassland to completely destroy the Red Blood Tribe."

Cassius nodded again, supported his body with his strong forelimbs, slowly stood up, and said with a smile: "But now I am eager for the dwarf god to come."

To get from North IJssel to the northeast, you need to go upstream along the Courtenay River and pass through a fairly open and long river valley, which is also known as the "Metal Road".

Merchants would buy the dwarves' ores, precious metals, and sophisticated weapons, carry them down the river, and sell them to the former Fadlan Empire.

At this moment, this "Metal Road" has become a temporary military passage of the Burning Empire.

The ground shook, the mountains roared, the rivers trembled, thick smoke filled the valley, and the birds in the mountains were startled and flew away in panic.

The Empire's steam tanks were seen marching in a group at the front like a migrating herd of beasts, their engines making dull roars like wild beasts, and everything in their way would be ruthlessly destroyed.

The wyvern flapped its wings chaotically in the sky, making hoarse howls, like a thick cloud, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Surrounded by a group of dragons, the wyvern leader Smaug waved his broad dragon wings, raised his head and roared menacingly, giving orders to the dragons.

"Roar——" The powerful dragon might emanated, causing the birds and beasts in the surrounding mountains to flee in panic.

At this moment, after experiencing multiple rounds of dragon blood blessings, Smaug's body length has reached 25 meters, comparable to a middle-aged or even old red dragon!
Under the transformation of the ancestral dragon blood, its body is covered with hard red scales and its appearance is almost the same as that of a real red dragon. If you ignore the feature that it only has two feet, even dragon scholars would find it difficult to tell the difference.

And out of some evil taste of his own, Cassius specifically mentioned sending the dragon leader Smaug to participate in this war.

Dwarves, Lonely Mountain, golden treasure, and Smaug are the configurations that Cassius is familiar with.

Behind the tank corps and the dragon corps were the imperial infantry who were marching quickly. They were all elite soldiers who had just come off the battlefield. They were not only well-armed but also had an exceptionally high will to fight.

Among these infantrymen, fully 20% of them have dragon blood to varying degrees, with scattered scales often appearing on the surface of their skin, and their vitality and desire to fight are far stronger than ordinary people.

Following at the end were the empire's baggage and engineering troops, but those huge steam locomotives loaded with ammunition and rations, and engineering vehicles carrying iron bridges, still gave people a strong sense of oppression.

The empire's army marched vigorously and made great noise, almost without concealing its whereabouts, which terrified the surrounding forces.

In such a situation, no one dared to stand in front of the Imperial Army - even the most courageous and fearless Harpists could only secretly collect intelligence in the surrounding mountains and forests to spy on the whereabouts of the Imperial Army.

The staff of the Imperial Military Department planned extremely accurately. In just three days, no more, no less, this terrifying army arrived at the Gavin Basin south of Blackrock Mountain at an extremely fast speed.

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At this moment, the soldiers of the empire could even see the majestic fortress built on the mountain in the distance - Avondeldan.

The flags of the Burning Empire fluttered in the air. The imperial soldiers gathered together. The loud "Song of Cassius" and "Song of Triumph" echoed across the plains and resounded through the sky.

In the sky, hundreds of two-legged flying dragons were constantly circling, with their heads raised and roaring in unison, looking majestic.

The Hobgoblin Marshal Delor stood on top of the "Emperor's Wrath" tank, inspecting the army he brought with high spirits.

In fact, even he himself did not expect that he would get such an opportunity to lead his army to launch such a major war - this should have been the privilege of Marshal Dolo.

Dror was originally an ordinary hobgoblin leader. He began to follow Doro when he was still a hobgoblin warlord. Soon, Dror joined the Burning Embers and rose to prominence along the way.

Today, Dror is already an Imperial Marquis, a General of the Imperial Army, and the second-in-command of the military. It can be said that apart from the supreme emperor and the three dukes, this earth elf has reached the pinnacle.

But now, a new opportunity has arrived.

When the Senate's resolution to send him to Avenderdan was announced, Dror felt his heart pounding and his whole body trembling - he was not as nervous as he was even when he was almost killed on the battlefield.

The reason was simple. This was an excellent opportunity for Dror to take the last step - to be promoted from general to marshal and from marquis to duke.

Although Dolo's face looked a little ugly, Dror still resolutely took the scepter symbolizing the imperial military power from Trump's hand.

At this moment, the earth elf general raised his head and looked up at the sky, as if he saw the red dragon's incomparably tall and majestic figure again.

Not only does he have to fight this battle, but he also has to fight well. He has to prove his worth to the emperor and gain the favor of the great red dragon!
Thinking of this, Dror couldn't help but clench his fists, and the red scales on the back of his hands were clearly visible.

Then, Dror lowered his head, looked around, looked at the emotional faces of the imperial soldiers, and slowly opened his mouth - and his speech would be transmitted to the ears of tens of thousands of people through the magic loudspeaker.

"Soldiers, subjects of the Burning Emperor! Today, we gather here under the Emperor's supreme will to fight for a common goal - the great blueprint of the empire!"

Suddenly, countless people's eyes were focused on the Dragon Vein Earth Elf. Dror enjoyed the feeling of being admired and respected.

Dror drew out the golden saber from his waist, pointed the tip of the blade at the dwarf fortress in the distance, and shouted fiercely: "That fortress, Awendeldan, is the next target of the empire's conquest!
This fortress is known as the 'City That Never Falls'. Over the past thousands of years, it has withstood countless attacks but has never fallen. Neither the barbaric orc tribes nor the powerful Fadran Empire have been able to make these dwarves surrender. "

DeRoy paused, and his tone became passionate: “But—we are different!
Everyone, look at your scaly bodies and the equipment in your hands. We are the army of the Burning Empire and the people of the great red dragon!
The steel and artillery fire that can be used will allow the dwarves to witness the emperor's supreme will and make these stubborn guys completely surrender!"

Finally, Dror raised the saber in his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Long live the Burning Empire! Long live the great red dragon!"

"Long live the Burning Empire!"

"Long live the Emperor!"

For a moment, there was a roar of artillery fire, dragons roared, and the ground shook.

The faces of all the imperial soldiers present were filled with incomparable pride and pride. They waved their weapons wildly and let out fanatical shouts like a tsunami.

The sound echoed across Gavan Basin and spread throughout the Blackrock Mountains, even making the dwarves of Avendeldan tremble.

At the top of the Dwarf Palace, listening to the shouts coming from afar, Ed suddenly turned his head, his expression became extremely solemn, but also revealed a hint of pleasure.

He stretched out his hand, clenched the heavy metal hammer, and whispered, "Finally here. Burning Empire, I want to see what kind of capabilities this army that conquered North Ethel in a flash has!" (End of this chapter)