On the top of the Obsidian Mountain, Zaman Ruhl looked into the distance at the sky distorted by the hot air and smoke.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, easily penetrated the barrier of mirage, and saw the real scene tens of thousands of meters away.
"A very powerful red dragon."
He couldn't help but clenched the holy flame spear in his hand, and spoke in a heavy but sonorous tone.
"The evil creature has the aura of the fire giant on his body. It seems to be a new enemy."
The Holy Flame Prince was not puzzled by the arrival of the red dragon.
Imix is the evil lord of the elemental fire, and his followers include fire giants, red dragons, and spellcasters interested in all things fire magic.
In Zaman Ruel's view, this red dragon is a believer who listened to Imist's call. He probably also received a lot of gold coins from the efreet slave owners. He is a powerful enemy that needs extra attention in this Burning War. .
But no matter how powerful the enemy is, Zaman Ruel will not be afraid - let alone a more powerful red dragon.
He has been planning for this revenge for too long. For thousands of years, he has always wanted to kill Imister and his evil relatives, and stab the holy flame spear into the opponent's chest with his own hands.
But now, the Great Sultan of the Fire Djinn is seriously injured, and victory seems to be close at hand.
But the ancient golden dragon Garoslavi Shuojin who stood beside him hesitated for a moment, and then reminded: "Your Highness Zaman, this red dragon is probably not our enemy."
"Oh? Why?"
Zaman turned his head, looking a little confused.
"I wonder if you have heard of the rumors of the 'Soul-Eating Dragon' recently. The red dragon in the sky should be the one who killed Ismail Pasha."
Hearing the news, the irascible Prince Shengyan was immediately happy, and he asked anxiously:
"Haha, so he is here to help us? Is he also a righteous man who supports justice and kindness and is dissatisfied with the tyranny of the efreeti?"
"It's hard to say that."
Gu Jinlong frowned slightly and smiled bitterly.
"As far as I know, this red dragon once fought with my old friend Oszedro and defeated him, but at the same time, he also rejected Tiamat's invitation."
"According to the viewpoint within the group, it is difficult for us to judge this red dragon as a single camp of 'justice' or 'evil'. We can only try to win over him as much as possible."
"However, there are rumors that he signed a secret treaty with the Great Sultan of the Fire Djinn. We don't know the content yet."
"So that's it?"
The joy on Zaman Ruhl's face flashed and he became serious again.
He raised the Holy Flame Spear with one hand, pointed the tip of the spear at the City of Brass, and spoke firmly and powerfully.
"No matter what kind of evil enemy stands in front of me, I will kill him - no one can stop the burning of the holy flame, and no one can stop the fire elemental plane from returning to the embrace of order and kindness!"
"Your Highness Zaman, I have seen the City of Brass being breached! Your ideal is about to become a reality!"
Gu Jinlong nodded gently and said excitedly.
Zaman Ruel raised his spear high and shouted to the slaves he had liberated in Fire Tribe, a language composed of the hissing and clicking sounds of burning flames.
"Holy Flame! My loyal people, for the sake of justice and order in the entire fire elemental plane, and for the freedom and liberation of the vast number of elemental creatures, occupy the City of Brass! Overthrow the tyranny of the Fire Djinn Great Sultan!"
"Prince of Holy Flame!"
"Overthrow the tyranny of the efreets!"
Cheers surged like a tide, and the liberated slaves surrounded the fire elemental lord and marched towards the City of Brass.
The fire djinn, devils, and elemental nobles in the City of Brass are also waiting.
The war is about to begin.
High in the sky, Cassius has received the teleportation position from Rumple and is about to be teleported back to the material plane.
"We have to get out of here quickly."
"The Holy Flame Prince shouldn't have much hostility towards me, but the other force from the City of Brass is somewhat familiar."
The corners of Cassius's lips curved, and a subtle smile appeared on the dragon's face.
He nodded politely in the direction of the City of Brass and said calmly: "Good day, Your Majesty the Sultan, we meet again."
"Casius——"
"Get out of here!"
"How dare you come to the City of Brass! Do you want to violate our contract? Don't blame me for not reminding you! You will be punished by the rules of the plane!"
"Get out of the Heart of Fire!!"
An angry voice came from a distance, like thunder, echoing across the obsidian continent.
No wonder he was so anxious. The Holy Flame Prince was about to attack the city, and the sudden addition of such a red dragon would definitely have a big impact on the battle situation. Cassius flapped his wings and felt the space fluctuations around him.
"I have always abided by contracts and loved peace. I never wanted to get involved in the war between you and the Holy Flame Prince. This time I just came to see the legendary City of Brass. By the way, I said goodbye to you."
"Since you don't welcome me so much, I'll bid you farewell."
The red dragon grinned and nodded politely.
The next moment, the power to break the space emerged, and a door to another world slowly opened in front of him, connecting to the ether pipe and leading to the Anzeta Wilderness on the material plane.
"Then. Goodbye, His Majesty the Sultan."
Cassius entered the portal, and the space gradually recovered. Even the door to another world disappeared, leaving no trace.
"Damn, greedy dragon!"
The angry shouts of the Great Sultan echoed throughout the City of Brass and even reached the battlefield outside the city.
"Haha, I kind of like this dragon. It can actually make the Sultan of the Fire Djinn so angry."
Zaman Rul laughed heroically.
Suddenly, he noticed a strange wisp of flame flying in front of him, which made him a little curious because he had particularly strong control over the elements.
"What is this?"
"Shua——"
The flame unfolded like an envelope, forming a row of small characters in Common Language in mid-air.
"His Excellency Prince Shengyan:
Hello! If you want to purchase armaments from the empire and communicate and cooperate, please go to the Brass Fortress. ——Cassius"
"Interesting guy."
Zaman Ruhr narrowed his eyes slightly, and he absorbed the flame text casually.
Meanwhile, inside the Brass Fortress.
A half-dragon wearing a standard fire-proof suit was chatting in the fire dwarf's palace. He was the "special envoy" sent by the Ember Empire.
There is also the nickname "Turbo Engine Warrior" above his head - obviously this is a player of the Mechanicus.
"Lord Shalin, do you know why the Brass Fortress is sparsely populated? I think it's mainly because of the problem with the way you fire dwarves reproduce."
Shalin's mouth twitched slightly: "Sir Envoy, this is the God of the Dwarves"
The player waved his hand: "Don't tell me that this is a historical inheritance. If we don't break the inertia of history, where will the development and innovation come from? Where will the progress come from?"
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Shalin was speechless.
But the player was still minding his own business and said: "Your forging efficiency is too low! It actually takes several years to create a new fire dwarf."
"In my opinion, you should set up an assembly line die-casting molding. The Imperial Science and Technology Department can provide you with technical support."
"If the equipment conditions are not enough, then we can directly use the lost wax method to create a legion of cloned fire dwarves at a time. Why can't the fire dwarf family be revived?"
"Alas! You have obviously abandoned your flesh and blood body and made the preliminary mechanical ascension. What a great condition! You have ruined it for nothing!"
[Turbo engine warrior] simply hated the fact that brass could not turn into steel, so he persuaded the fire dwarf nobles earnestly.
Shalin scratched his head: "But, according to our experience, the body must be built by the fire dwarf himself."
The player pointed to his head: "You thousands-year-old antiques have too rigid thinking. There are many loopholes that can be exploited in this kind of clause."
"Does pressing the die-cast switch with your own hands count as hand-made? Does pouring the mold with your own hands count as hand-made?"
Shalin whispered: "But, this does not necessarily count"
The player smiled and said: "If these are not counted, can you use the medium of 'hammer' to strike and forge also be considered as 'hands'?"
"Believe me, give me three months. With my ten years of experience in mechanical automation, I will definitely help you design a fully automatic fertility machine!"
"And your place has been opened. Many of our Mechanicus leaders are very interested in your fire dwarf clan's way of life, and they will definitely help you solve these shortcomings!"
[Turbo engine warrior] said excitedly.
Shalin swallowed, and slowly nodded in agreement under the gaze of the imperial guards.
The door to the new world is about to open in front of the fire dwarves.
——Asking for monthly tickets——(End of chapter)