Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

"Great Khaz'z'rak, Wings of Crimson Fury, Conqueror of the Longridge Mountains, I, on behalf of the Silent Cult, extend my highest greetings to you."

The red dragon lowered its head slightly, glanced at him, and exhaled a burst of flame from its nostrils, accompanied by a "humph".

These disgusting liches, their voices filled with no emotion as they sang praises, irritated him.

However, he still came in accordance with the ancient covenant because the reward was generous enough.

"Stop talking nonsense, what about what you promised?"

"Of course." The gray-robed lich waved his staff, and the barrier in the cave behind him opened, revealing a small mountain of glittering gold coins mixed with jewels.

Khaz'zrak's eyes were immediately drawn to the mountain of gold coins. He slapped the gray-robed lich away and eagerly stepped into the cave, plunging headfirst into the sea of ​​gold coins.

Although the Long Ridge Mountains are rich, the environment is harsh, and few intelligent species can survive there.

His wealth was accumulated by him slowly plundering various intelligent races' settlements with his dragon. Where had he ever seen so many gold coins and jewels?

"Ugh, a putrid smell..." The red dragon's keen sense of smell made him feel a little uncomfortable. "It's okay, I can sleep up there for a few months and it will be fine."

"Lord Kaz'rak."

The lich's emotionless voice came from behind.

The grey-robed lich flew back to the cave entrance, unsurprised by the red dragon's greed and violence.

"This is just a deposit."

Upon hearing this, Karazk abruptly pulled his head out of the pile of gold coins.

"Deposit?"

Kazrak felt a surge of greed, but he feigned anger: "How dare you fool the great Kazrak, how dare you withhold my gold coins?"

"Of course not. The gold coins are being delivered in batches, every two years. Each batch of gold coins will be the same as today's deposit, as stipulated in our contract."

The grey-robed lich took out a leather scroll, which flew up on its own and opened in front of Khaz'rak, clearly recording this agreement.

Kaz'rak glanced at it casually, then impatiently tossed the contract back into the gray-robed lich's arms.

"In that case, hurry up and prepare the gold coins. If you're short even one, I'll burn you to ashes."

Kazlak didn't care.

The covenants of the Golden Age were mostly witnessed by powerful beings, deities, and demons from the Nine Hells.

But now, they have all vanished from Eladica, and only occasionally can one glimpse a trace of their power in the Wilderness of Godfall.

A contract without the witness of a high-ranking being no longer has such strong binding force.

As the pinnacle of magical creatures, the red dragon possesses sufficiently high magical resistance, meaning that the cost of most contracts is not unacceptable if it so chooses.

The grey-robed lich withdrew the contract, ignoring the red dragon's hostile attitude, and continued:

"Thank you, Lord Kazrak, for setting foot on Sunset Peninsula. Faced with your renown, that golden dragon will surely tremble in fear and never dare to cross the Sea of ​​Mist to return to the mainland."

"That's natural."

Kazrak gave a satisfied hum: "Red dragons are the most powerful of all dragons, having defeated gold dragons countless times, forcing them to wag their tails and beg for mercy. This is a fact that needs no further explanation."

Faced with the red dragon's arrogance, the gray-robed lich's soul fire flickered slightly, but he said nothing more.

"Now that you have received the deposit, I will take my leave for the time being. If you find any trace of the golden dragon, you can contact me at any time through the communication stone I left. However, that communication stone is extremely precious, so please do not use it casually unless it is related to the golden dragon."

"Hmm... Ah, I know, get lost." Red Dragon said perfunctorily, busy counting the gold coins in his hand.

A cloud of gray mist emerged from beneath the gray-robed lich's robes, and when the mist dissipated, the lich's figure vanished.

After confirming that the lich had left, the red dragon finally let go of all his burdens, piled up the gold coins into a bed, and then lay down comfortably inside.

Just as I was about to get a good night's sleep, I suddenly seemed to remember something.

He climbed out of the cave and summoned the lich's retinue that had been prepared for him.

This is a team of undead, lacking intelligence, but they can be directly controlled by him, tirelessly performing trivial tasks for him.

Although their combat strength is not outstanding, their relentless fighting spirit is enough to deal with ordinary enemies, and the Red Dragon does not expect them to be able to fight against truly powerful opponents.

There is no one on this land who can defeat him; his own formidable strength is what he relies on to accept the covenant of the Silent Cult.

However, the undead, lacking intelligence, can only do so much, and the red dragon still needs some servants.

"Go and wake up all the werewolves living here. They will all become my slaves and serve me."

The dead cannot speak, but once they receive a command, they must immediately carry it out.

But Red Dragon immediately added, "By the way, search them for any gold coins. Don't miss a single one. All the wealth in this land belongs to me."

……

At the foot of the mountain where the red dragon dwells is the settlement of the Galahren people.

After narrowly escaping death and landing on the Sea of ​​Mist, less than a third of the Galahren people remained.

They were settled here by the gray-robed man, who then left and was never seen again.

Most of these former nobles, or their subordinates, had never experienced the hardship of starting from scratch and clearing land.

After several days of hard work, they finally built some drafty stone houses and settled down at the foot of the mountain.

However, these stone houses have now become their prisons.

Outside each stone house stood two restless spirits.

The undead are not very strong; some trained warriors can easily defeat them.

But what then?

The red dragon that lived on the mountaintop was so powerful that it filled them with despair; its terrible flames could easily burn them all to death.

The terrifying speed of flight also turned the act of escaping into a comical game of pursuit.

Despair lingered in the hearts of all the people of Galahren, making them think back to their peaceful life in the White River Valley.

That kind of life has lasted so long, starting two generations ago, that the current generation of Galahren people often think that such a life has always existed.

"Fin, let's go quickly. Your magic can make us invisible, right? That terrifying red dragon might not have the patience to keep looking for us."

Inside a stone house, Rig anxiously tried to persuade Finn.

Upon spotting the red dragon, he quickly caught up with Finn, hoping to persuade her to flee in the opposite direction.

But Finn insisted on returning to his family, so Rig gritted his teeth and followed him.

As a result, they were captured by the undead under the red dragon's command and imprisoned in the stone house.

Now, they are talking in hushed tones, half arguing and half persuading each other.

Behind them were pairs of fearful eyes, the owners of which were emaciated and dressed in rags, showing no trace of Galahren's former pursuit of dignity and elegance.