Ember Dragon

"Shh-"

The large portal slowly opened, and several players walked out of it with steady steps.

They were dressed in thick camouflage uniforms and steel helmets. A pungent smell of gunpowder permeated their bodies, and they wore the gear emblem of the God of All Machines on their chests.

——Obviously, they are all members of the Mechanicus.

Standing in the front was a blond-haired, blue-eyed white player, with the nickname "Curtis" on his head.

"Hahahaha, everyone. I've finally got you here." The hobgoblin general came forward with a big laugh.

The cooperation between the military and the [Mechanicus] is extremely in-depth. Both sides have consistent interests and common goals. Dror has long regarded these Falling Stars who are capable of creating powerful weapons as "his own people".

Curtis held the hobgoblin's hand tightly and smiled politely: "Hello, General Dror, I have heard of you for a long time. I am Curtis, a senior military engineer of the Empire."

This guy wore glasses and looked gentle, but the smile on his face was extremely weird.

In the player community of his previous life, Curtis was also very famous. He believed that "explosion and destruction are art", and even the players regarded him as a madman.

Although he entered the Empire in the [2.0 Northern Storm] version, he relied on the Americans' unique arms manufacturing capabilities to rise rapidly like a rocket and directly became a great sage of the [Order of the Source] under the Mechanicus.

Today, the Mechanicus has developed many secondary sects, including the Guardian Corps, the Cybernetic Corps, the Restoration Order, the Biochemical Corps, etc.
The Restoration Order to which Curtis belongs is mainly engaged in the research of weapons of mass destruction and destruction, and is affectionately called the "Big Bomb Concentration Camp" by players.

Curtis' greatest achievement was developing the so-called "magic fusion bomb", which blew up a remote demiplane into a ruin filled with smoke and poisonous fire, and almost attracted the attention of the gods.

“It’s Curtis.”

Hearing this familiar name, Dror's face became even happier: "I've heard of you, so you are the genius destroyer.

Great, our mission this time requires talents like you! Follow me!"

These players followed the hobgoblins into Avendeldan, no, it should be said that it was the Dragon City, and came to the combat command room located in the former dwarf palace.

A three-dimensional magic image appeared on the long table. Dror pointed at the ferocious green-skinned monsters and said in a deep voice, "These are our enemies, the green-skinned orcs.

They are extremely powerful and fearless, but they also possess extremely terrifying breeding abilities. According to our intelligence data, the number of orcs on the Ugo Prairie has reached more than three million.

You know, a month ago, they only had a population of over 400,000, and in just one month, their number has increased tenfold!" At this point, Dror's expression became solemn.

Looking at the ocean-like tide of beasts, even the earth elves couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

Too many, too many!

If those orcs were allowed to develop, they might cause a disaster more terrifying than the tide of demons.

The players took out the documents in their arms, browsed through them carefully, and took notes with pens from time to time, making a swish sound.

After a moment, Curtis raised his head with a normal expression, adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and asked: "What is your Majesty's goal?
Just kill those orcs? Or completely destroy the Wugo Prairie, turning it into a scorched earth where no living creature can survive, leaving the orcs with no place to live.

If it is the previous goal, we already have several ready-made solutions that can be activated at any time.

The latter one, on the other hand, is a bit challenging and can serve as a new topic for the Yuan Huan Society.” The voice was exceptionally calm, as if it was stating an insignificant matter, but it made Dror sweat on his forehead.

"I think we can start by destroying the stability of the space structure, but this is likely to affect North Ethel and cause a large-scale space collapse."

"Great Sage, your magic fusion bomb has not been used in the main material plane. If you control the equivalent, it will be just right."

In just a short while, these big idiots of the Mechanicus have begun to seriously discuss how to "destroy the Ugo Grassland".

"No, no, no, there's no need to go to that extent."

The corners of Dror's mouth twitched uncontrollably, cold sweat streamed down his cheeks, and the scales on his arms were about to stand up.

What made him even more horrified was that after saying this, he could clearly sense disappointment and frustration in the eyes of those Starfallers.

"such a pity"

"Yeah, there's no need to call us in for such petty, daily tasks."

"Tsk, my space bomb is no longer useful."

Dror forced a smile and said, "You are all talented people of the Empire, but you don't have to use all your talents this time. In addition to the hidden dangers of the orcs, the Empire also needs the Ugo Prairie as a pasture."

Madmen, these Starfallers are completely madmen!

Even a natural war race like the hobgoblins only think about conquering the world, not destroying everything like these players.

In front of these crazy players, the earth elves seemed to have become lawful and kind sheep.

Curtis smiled and replied, "General, in that case, let's put some new and interesting 'toys' in the experiment. After all, these millions of live targets cannot be wasted.

Arrange white phosphorus bombs, incendiary bombs, thermobaric bombs, fuel-air explosive bombs, and napalm bombs for them. I want to treat these orcs to a barbecue."

"Okay, just go ahead and do your best." Although Dror didn't know much about these weapons, he knew from the name that these things were definitely not so-called "little toys".

"Great Sage, why don't we use biological weapons?" asked another player.

Curtis shook his head: "I have observed the experiment of the biological sage. The life form of these orcs is very strange. They can even use toxins as a source of energy.

According to my observation, fire is the best way to deal with them. I like the wailing sounds when they struggle in the flames, and their corpses seem to emit a smell similar to burning grass and wood.

Listening to the players' discussion, Dror was more and more dumbfounded, lamenting that he was still too kind.
North Eyssel, in Dragonshou City.

Wyverns were circling in the low sky, half-red dragons and tiefling guards were patrolling back and forth on the city walls, in the center of the city, tall buildings made of reinforced concrete were being constructed, and black smoke was floating from the outskirts of the city.
After more than a month of renovation, the city has exuded a strong "empire style", which is very different from the previous Collins City.

After conquering North Essel, more and more players flocked into Dragonshou City, becoming a new driving force for the city's development, and the original citizens became screws in this huge machine.

"Noodle!"

"Ow—"

With a loud dragon roar, the two-legged flying dragon flapped its wings and landed on the dragon-stopping platform on the roof.

The knight on the dragon's back was fully armed. He was wearing a red and black armor, the emblem of the Dragonblood Count of the Burning Empire, and a silver sword carved with a flying dragon hung around his waist. He looked majestic.

Those new players were filled with envy and gathered around the dragon, exclaiming in amazement, amazed by the coolness and handsomeness of the dragon rider.

"So handsome!"

"Look, it's the Dragon Rider!"

"Is this the Empire's Red Scale Conqueror? So cool, but it's a pity that I joined too late and there is no spot left."

"He's so handsome. My crush is a great hero. One day he will wear the red armor and ride a flying dragon to marry me." "This flying dragon should be able to carry more than one person, sir, can I sit behind you?"

There was even a female player whose eyes were filled with admiration and who was rubbing her hands excitedly. She wished she could jump onto the dragon's back and fly with the dragon knight in her arms.

Surrounded by many new players, Mantou waved to the crowd and said proudly, "Haha, it seems that my handsomeness comes from the inside out, and even armor can't resist it!
Well, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you some extra rewards! Let you see my true face!"

Mantou slowly lifted up the heavy mask, raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed a wicked smile that made him think he was as handsome as Eddie Peng and comparable to Daniel Wu.

In an instant, the whole place fell silent.

Then, strange expressions appeared on the faces of the new players present, and the female player from before just stood there in a daze, gently shattered.

"Damn it, could you please not show your face?!"

"Sure enough, a man's charm comes from a woman's imagination. Can I take back what I just said?"

Looking at the disappointed new players, Mantou's smile froze on his face in embarrassment.

——The scene he imagined of everyone cheering and being surrounded by girls did not appear.

The female player even took a few steps back with a look of disappointment, distanced herself from him, and muttered, "Uh, well, according to the new rules of the Empire, flying dragons with people seems to be restricted. I won't join you for now."

"Well, his equipment is pretty nice."

"Indeed, you are indeed a big player. This set of equipment probably costs hundreds of gold coins."

"Well, he just looks a little bit ugly, it's hard to describe."

Why did the audience fall silent as soon as they saw my true face? Do I look that ugly?
Even if I am not handsome, I can still be considered good-looking. At least I am just an average-looking guy!
At this moment, Mantou felt like crying but had no tears. The players' whispers were like sharp blades, ruthlessly stabbing into his heart.

After a long while, he shamelessly uttered: "Beautiful appearances are all alike, but interesting souls are rare. Can't you feel my handsomeness that comes from my soul?"

The air around them grew colder again, and under Mantou's sad gaze, the female player just now shook her head very firmly.

Suddenly, someone in the distance pointed at Mantou and said, "Fuck, isn't that the old thief Mantou? He hasn't updated his video for more than half a year!"

"It's really him!"

"Look at that face that looks like it deserves a beating, it's Mantou!"

"Shit, I almost don't remember what he looks like. This guy hasn't updated in who knows how long!"

"Fuck this old pigeon!"

All of a sudden, old and new players nearby gathered around excitedly, some holding sledgehammers and battle axes, ready to vent their resentment of being postponed for half a year.

"Are you Mantou? The one who made Erezega's gaming videos?"

"I remember now, I got into it by watching his videos! This guy just doesn't look very memorable."

Finally, someone among the new players recognized him and started chattering about him.

"Oh, I see, you were just doing the show effects!"

“Will we be on camera?”

Mantou was wailing madly in his heart, but he still forced a smile on his face and replied, "Oh yes, of course I did it on purpose, I just wanted to record some fun material!"

"No wonder you talk so narcissistically!"

"Hahahaha, I thought you really thought you were handsome!"

"Yeah, I was so embarrassed that I couldn't speak. It turned out to be a show effect!"

Amid the laughter of the new players, Mantou silently turned his back and looked quietly into the distance. In the bleak cold wind, a weathered expression appeared on his face.

Lies cannot hurt people, the truth is the sharpest knife.

The old viewers also gathered around, crowding around and shouting angrily: "Mantou, where's your new video? Where did you post it?!"

"Mantou, you've canceled again!"

"Damn eunuch!"

"I'm doing it, I'm doing it, stop scolding me!" Mantou dodged the egg thrown in his direction.

His face flushed, veins popped out on his forehead, and he argued, "Can we call this collection of materials a pigeon? Collection of materials!"

There were a series of difficult to understand words, such as "create better videos for the audience" and "ten years of hard work", which made everyone laugh.

"Ow—"

A loud dragon roar resounded through the sky, and another huge shadow was cast. A two-legged flying dragon was seen circling in the sky and descending.

This two-legged flying dragon was covered in two layers of heavy silver armor and tied with a red ribbon. It was more majestic than Mantou's mount.

"Who is this? He seems much more handsome than Mantou!"

"How come his mount is wearing rare equipment? Where did this rich man come from?"

"boom!"

Accompanied by flying dust, a knight in heavy armor riding a flying dragon also landed on Tinglongping, his movements more relaxed than steamed buns.

The knight lifted his visor and shouted to Mantou who was not far away, "A new war mission, do you want to go?"

"Wow, that looks so familiar!"

"Hey, that looks like God S! A super boss!"

"Holy crap, Singo? He was the runner-up in the last World League! A god-like individual who fought against a large guild!!"

"This dragon knight is much more handsome! I didn't expect the face under the visor would be like this! It turns out to be Mr. S. I have liked him for a long time. I really want to sit behind him."

In an instant, all the players abandoned Mantou, and even the female player found her new target and instantly became his ten-year-old fan.

Looking at this desolate scene, Mantou turned his head away and said unhappily, "Let's go! Go do the mission! These vulgar and superficial mortals are only attracted by embroidered pillows."

"Ow—"

The two wyverns flapped their wings one after another, flew into the air, and flew towards the northeast, one after the other. (End of this chapter)