Chapter 453: Chapter 375: Visiting the Brass Fortress Chapter 453: Chapter 375: Visiting the Brass Fortress “Boom!”
The Red Dragon flapped its wings high in the sky, smashing the teorite in front of him with a casual swipe.
Cassius narrowed his eyes slightly, asking nonchalantly, “How do you Fire Dwarves live?”
Hearing this question, Glen, who had been panicking monts before, imdiately puffed out his chest with pride.
“Everyone has their role, Your Majesty Cassius.”
“Among the Fire Dwarves, our society on this plane is the most perfect. Unlike the brutality of the Fire Giants and the savagery of the Fire Lizards, every Fire Dwarf inherits their parents’ occupation from birth and must fulfill this duty for life.”
“The Nobles of the Brass Short Skirt are responsible for ruling and defending against external enemies, the rchants of the Bronze Short Skirt are responsible for trade and selling goods, and the Servants, Artisans, and Laborers of the Copper Short Skirt handle nial work.”
“Our lives are always orderly, and every fortress operates like a fine-tuned machine…”
Glen’s words were filled with pride.
The Fire Dwarves were always diligent, and as a guide, Glen was no different, sharing everything he knew.
“Caste system…”
Listening to the perfect society described by the Fire Dwarf, Cassius could only think of this word from his past life, and he glanced at him with a smile.
“So… you count as a noble among the Fire Dwarves?”
Glen once again puffed out his chest proudly, especially shaking his Brass Short Skirt forged from brass,
“Of course, Your Majesty, our Cardoso Family has been noble among the Fire Dwarves for four thousand years.”
“Seven hundred years ago, my father personally forged my body and infused with the Fla of Life. Their mories of building Ironforge City and the City of Brass were also passed on to my mind.”
A look of barely perceptible surprise flashed in the Red Dragon’s pale golden pupils.
Seven hundred years.
This was no short period, even for a Dragon, which mortals called the “Long-Lived Race.”
A seven-hundred-year-old Dragon would be called an “Elderly Dragon,” the last stage in a Dragon’s life where it could still reproduce.
Many five-colored dragons wouldn’t even live to this age before being killed by the army or adventurers.
And for Cassius, a re twenty-sothing “Young Dragon,” it seed even longer.
“Very well.”
“Glen Cardoso, you are very fortunate.”
“Perhaps… you will beco a bridge for exchanges between the Empire and the Fire Dwarves’ realm.”
The Red Dragon looked down at the seemingly insignificant yet seven-hundred-year-old Fire Dwarf in his claw, his gaze finally showing so respect.
Initially, he had only seen the Fire Elental Plane as a place to plunder Fire Elental Energy.
But now, he realized, perhaps the Empire needed its own colony here.
“Hehe, thank you, Your Majesty.”
Glen scratched his head, unaware of the full significance.
He only found that this Majesty, though outwardly terrifying, was actually quite kind and appeared to have a good disposition towards the Fire Dwarves.
“We are almost there.”
“It’s that place, the Fire Dwarves’ Brass Fortress.”
The Red Dragon tilted his strong wings slightly, preparing to swoop down.
It was a large structure located primarily underground, with its protruding parts above ground made of shiny brass and basalt.
“Wait…”
“What is that?”
Screams and howls ca from the ground, followed by familiar explosions and the hissing of steam.
In front of the Brass Fortress, Cassius saw tiny figures entangled together from high above while flas and steam covered the ground.
He saw Fire Lizards wielding long halberds, tall and muscular Fire Giants, and Fire Drakes flapping their wings in mid-air.
On the other side of the battlefield were Fire Dwarves wielding Copper Hamrs and an imperial vanguard equipped with rifles and cannons.
“Your Majesty Cassius!”
“It’s the Fire Giant Raiders! Those despicable and shaless creatures are attacking again!”
Glen shouted excitedly.
Cassius narrowed his eyes, a smile erging in his golden pupils, and his nacing mouth slightly curved up.
“Is this the Fire Giant army?”
“It seems I’ve co at the right ti…”
Tiny spell radiances rippled across the surface of his massive dragon form. With a flap of his wings, his speed increased further.
“Boom—”
A deafening sonic boom echoed.
With the sound of a torn ribbon, the Red Dragon broke through the sky of the Fire Elental Plane.
In the orange-red sky, a long explosion cloud seed to split the sky in two.
…
“Boom!”
A shell fell from the sky, smashing a Fire Lizard’s head flat.
“Ssss~~”
This was the mournful cry in the language of the Fire Tribe.
The Fire Lizard’s snake-like lower body twitched a few tis and then stopped moving. The burning fibers covering its body slowly extinguished.
“Clang!”
The long halberd in its hand fell to the ground.
However, not far away, a Fire Giant simply folded his arms and looked on coldly. He then drew a scimitar from his waist and raised it high.
“Despicable creatures from the Material Plane!”
“Surrender the half-human called Misha! We might spare your lives!”
“And Fire Dwarves! If you harbor these people any longer, we will shatter your Brass Fortress!”
“Boom!”
His response was scalding hot tal shells, a dense barrage of shells covered the location of the Fire Giant, forcing him to hastily dodge.
“By the Lord of Flas, these damnable creatures from the Material Plane!”
“Destroy them!”
The Fire Giant raised his scimitar with his left hand and swung his whip with his right, cursing loudly, with fierce flas burning in his eyes.
“Roar—”
“Attack!”
The Fire Drakes and Fire Lizards began another charge.
And within the defensive fortifications in front of the Brass Fortress, the Empire’s vanguard was equally agitated, led by a Half-Dragon.
His na was Selcan Wood, who had joined during the Ashen Kingdom era, distinguished himself multiple tis on the North battlefield, and was now a proud Imperial Viscount—also the main person in charge of the Vanguard Forces in the Fire Elental Plane.
He had volunteered for this, coming to the most dangerous battlefield in the Fire Elental Plane, only to encounter unprecedented setbacks.
In this extre environnt, the forces sent this ti were the most elite Half-Dragons!
Selcan spat angrily, cursing:
“I’ve had enough of these damn Fire Elental creatures!”
His Half-Dragon Adjutant nodded in agreent and echoed:
“By the great Cassius, explosions can’t even hurt them—our shells have to hit them directly to have any effect.”
Selcan kicked the fortifications in front of him, cursing angrily:
“When I get back, I’ll report to the Imperial Magic Departnt to send so mages specializing in ice and water elents to wipe out these creatures!”
Nearby, a Fire Dwarf repairing a brass fortification shrank his neck at this comnt.
After all, they were also elental creatures.
“Buzz—”
Suddenly, a sharp whistle ca from the sky.
The Half-Dragon Adjutant turned around, looking up and discovered the spectacular phenonon in the sky.
Instantly, he had a bold guess, and this guess was about to be confird.
“Captain, Captain!
“Look quickly—”
Selcan turned his head in confusion, only to find his Adjutant already kneeling on the ground, his expression fanatical.
What puzzled him even more was that the Fire Dwarves repairing the fortifications were wide-eyed, muttering “By Moradin.”
Thus, he looked up at the sky.
“Thump.”
Selcan also knelt down, murmuring to himself.
“By Cassius…”
The Red Dragon streaked through the sky like a teor, crashing straight into the Fire Giant army’s formation.
“Boom!”
With a violent tremor in the Fire Elental Plane, ashes filled the sky, and flas soared into the air.
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