At the top of the tower in the center of the Black Wings, the current patriarch of the Jezlade family, Shalena Jezlade, stared at the white torrent on the crystal ball, her face extremely solemn.
On the round table, there are more than a dozen female drow with different expressions. They are the elders of the Jezlade family and the real leaders of the city.
Drow elves have always respected women, and male drow are often only qualified to be slaves to vent their desires.
"Courtship" is the duty of women, who choose their mates like a domesticated animal, and change them from time to time.
But at this moment, facing the danger so close at hand, these drow elves have no time to enjoy their desires.
"Ross, what on earth are those?"
Serena asked through gritted teeth.
Along with her words, a thin black mist filled the tower.
As a descendant of the shadow dragon, Selena not only has the pointed ears of the drow, but also has black scales often appearing on her face. She also has the ability to cast shadow spells.
"According to the scouts we sent, they are undead skeletons. They should be from Dragon Film City."
"Is it Mortyfer? No, we have confirmed it a long time ago. He died completely."
"Didn't Dragon Movie City be destroyed by that red dragon a long time ago?"
The drow were talking a lot.
But Salena said in a deep voice: "It's the Burning Ember Empire - the legendary Burning Ember Empire with the 'World-Burning Dragon' as its emperor."
"The empire on the surface?"
"Damn it!"
"Then, that red dragon."
"These greedy guys obviously live on the surface, why do they want to get involved in the affairs of the Underdark!"
The drow were suddenly in chaos, some were frightened, some were angry, and some were filled with resentment.
"Blue-footed dragon snake skeleton."
"Higher Corpse Demon."
Serena stared at the image on the crystal ball, her slender fingers trembling constantly.
"They are all advanced undead creatures. Such a legion is by no means improvised. This can only mean one thing -"
By the end of the sentence, her throat was trembling.
"They're targeting House Jezlade, for whatever reason - they want to destroy us completely."
The tower suddenly became silent.
"Boom, boom"
Suddenly, a dull sound came from the city wall, accompanied by the sound of bones rubbing against each other, mixed with the wails and screams of drow soldiers.
"Boom!"
Dozens of huge dragon and snake skeletons broke through the city wall and poured into the city, followed by thousands of undead skeletons.
The dragon and snake skeletons even climbed up the black tower and entangled themselves outside it.
The corpse demon stood on the huge skull of the dragon snake, overlooking the panicked drow elves, and showed a twisted smile again.
"The hunt has begun."
The capital of the Ember Empire, Istalia.
"When——"
The loud and long bells ring throughout the city, awakening sleeping people to start their busy day.
In a beautiful large house in the inner city, George slowly opened his eyes and yawned.
He first washed himself in front of the mirror, then put on the uniform of the army, and finally put on himself the bronze medal representing the status of "Imperial Baron".
"Tsk, tsk, it's like a dream. A genuine dragon-blood noble."
George adjusted his collar, looked at the golden vertical eyes symbolizing "noble blood" in the mirror, and nodded with satisfaction.
As a human being who has received a gift, he already possesses the essence of magic, and is closer to a real dragon than those miscellaneous dragon beasts.
However, George did not exchange for the more conspicuous half-dragon potion like his extreme colleagues - he still preferred himself.
George came to the living room as a habit, put his hands together, closed his eyes, and bowed deeply in front of the red dragon statue placed on the most sacred altar.
"Good day, Your Majesty Cassius." "I hope you will bless me with victory and glory in every battle."
George's prayers were exceptionally sincere and came from the heart.
Placing a statue of His Majesty the Emperor in the living room and worshiping it every day has become a popular trend in the empire - especially among the army.
Even the poorest reserve soldier would ask the best blacksmith around to make a small statue out of fine brass and place it in his rented room.
"Admire Your Majesty, He will bring you endless victory."
"Praise Your Majesty, He will bring you eternal glory."
The origin of these two sentences cannot be verified, but many officers and soldiers of the empire firmly believe in them.
After doing all this, George placed three "kinnars" in front of the statue - it is said that this currency was designed by His Majesty himself.
George then put on the imperial army coat, put on the military cap, and opened the door.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, a warm greeting came from the distance.
"Good day, Baron George."
"Good day, Baron Grace."
George turned his head - that was his current neighbor, Baron Grace Parade, who was also a human soldier who won honors in the Northland War.
The two are in similar situations and are of the same race, so their relationship is naturally quite close.
The two dragon-blood nobles, who were also wearing military uniforms, greeted each other and then walked together to the station a hundred meters away.
"You came so early."
"Haha, I heard that Marshal Doluo has been tightening military discipline recently, and several slack officers have been dismissed from their posts. It won't happen soon."
"Tsk, tsk, those people in the Military Justice Department don't know how to fight at all, they only show off their power internally."
On both sides of the road are bungalows of similar style with gardens.
In Istalia, where land is at a premium, owning a house like this is undoubtedly a great honor.
This is the inner city of Istalia. Only military officers, officials, and big businessmen are qualified to live here. Many residents here are dragon-blood nobles.
But George was just a small baron, living at the outermost part of the inner city, separated from the outer city by only a wall. ,
“Du—”
The steam locomotive drove slowly in and stopped at the station, emitting bursts of white smoke.
This motorcycle is somewhat different from ordinary ones. The side is engraved with the coat of arms of rifles and artillery, and the interior is more luxurious.
This is a special military train provided by the government. It is only responsible for transporting officers and soldiers. No idlers are allowed to enter.
"Good day, Lord Baron."
"Thank you for your service to the Empire."
The inspector at the car door glanced at the medals on the chests of the two people, nodded quickly, and then bowed slightly to welcome them in.
"Woo--"
The train was running at high speed, making noise, and the whistle at the top of it blew out streams of smoke.
People were coming and going outside the window, including hard-working workers, shouting newsboys, and those star-fallen people running around.
There are various buildings on both sides of the road, and large-scale factories can be seen in the distance, with black smoke billowing from the chimneys.
George sat quietly by the window, looking at the scene passing quickly outside the window, holding his chin in deep thought.
Too fast, everything changes too fast, faster than the scenery outside the window changes.
A few years ago, this place was a wilderness full of natural atmosphere, and George himself was just a humble, animal-like serf.
But now, time has passed, majestic cities have risen from the ground, and he has become a respected "big man".
"It's like a dream."
George couldn't help but sighed again.
Looking at those buildings, he couldn't help but feel a surge of passion - and a raging urge to sacrifice everything for this community.
This may be the "Imperial Dream" described in the "Isdalia Times".
George thought so. (End of chapter)