When Lune Joseph rolled over and sat up, it was raining outside.

Through the window, you can see the fierce raindrops pounding heavily on the painted flower window, the glass whining as if it would burst at any moment, and farther away, the downpour is washing the land, and as the hurricane ripples on the ground, the boundless dark clouds are piling up, almost swallowing up the small town.

It was a good rain, just in time to wash away the thick blood of Verre, thought Rune Joseph. Because just two days ago, there had been a bloody battle in this fortress.

The fortress of Verne was the bridgehead of the city-state of Kohor, a military town for the defense of the enemy from the east, as early as half a month ago, Lune had arrived with his family army, from a military point of view, his commander did a good job, and immediately after arriving he ordered the army to move, hoarding food and building fortifications, Luan Joseph was a careful fellow, he repeatedly studied the deduction, carefully instructed his men in every detail, and tried to do everything in detail, and built an iron wall when the enemy arrived.

Unfortunately, no matter how cautious he was, he could not guard against spies and inspires, and some of the Virgian army had selfish intentions to reveal the deployment of Lune Joseph's forces and defenses to the enemy.

Tashanmu's army had been wandering around the fortress for a week, and three days earlier, in the middle of the night, a powerful man had attacked the tower of the mage, killing more than twenty tower guards, apprentices and an archmage, who had closed the fortress's defensive chain and monitoring system before the commander of the garrison arrived.

At the same time, Tashanmu's army went into action, corrupting the dragon-repellent thorns on the walls with strong acid, chiseling the gates of Verr with slamming stakes and hammers, neighing griffons and horned eagles landing at the head of the city, and roaring wolves and thunderrhinos dragging chariots into the square.

Dozens of fires erupted in the city, fireballs and windbreakers roared inside the fortress, and hastily organized Vigian troops threw pitch canisters in retaliation, but they were dwarfed by the magic cast by the enemy, like burning candles in a house. Their bright orange glow seemed so small and powerless in front of the emerald elemental flames.

What's even more terrifying is that Tashanmu invited a dragon, the red dragon! Although it is not very old, it is still a real red dragon.

When Luen arrived at the scene, the dragon was roaring on the moat of Verre, the dragon slapped on his bare face, the hot wind lifted the crimson cloak, and a rich and indissolvable flame suddenly fell from the sky, more than ten meters wide, the bursting light made people have to cover their eyes, the flames tore on the city walls, danced on the water, crackled, hissed, the sound drowned out all the screams, everywhere they passed became scorched earth, and even the city walls were burned red and hot.

"Do you hear their screams? Do you see them burning, Luan Joseph? He heard Tashanmu's voice echoing around him, "I know you're watching, take a good look, it's all your idea, it's all because of your stupid mistakes!" ”

He knew Texhammu's desire for victory in battle, and that the head of the Federation might be on horseback, dressed in bright armor and wearing a crown on his head—a crown of silver, simple and unadorned, modeled after the kings of old.

Lune listened to the cynicism of his opponents, witnessed the screams and wails of the soldiers, did not say a word, and finally turned away indifferently, the city gate was doomed to fall, but it was not yet possible to say who would die.

The city was in chaos at this time, with only smoke and fire and scuffle to be seen, and it was impossible to tell what was going on, but before that, Lune Joseph had practiced it in his mind several times.

He whistled softly.

Soon after Tashanmu's army entered Verr, the garrison regained control of the Mage Tower, the fortress defenses were reactivated, and upon receiving the news from Rune, the long-awaited Black Snake troops spun huge winchs, and huge chains emerged from the flaming water one after another, dripping water, some still stained with sticky garbage and mud, until the whole was taut, locking the city as if a prisoner were captured, while the mages of Vegia closed the airspace.

Tashanmu let his army rush in, but never thought of going out.

"The whole army, the whole team!"

Upon his return, Lune Joseph ordered his own soldiers to turn on their horses, and in the eyes of outsiders, he was still a brave and warlike noble knight rather than a necromancer, his wurm-blooded war horse wore neck armor and a helmet, a white silk curtain covering the back half of his body, and a heavy chain mail underneath, and a high saddle plated with Mithril ornamentation.

The lieutenant handed over his helmet and battle shield, which was forged from elemental black steel and decorated with a white bear surrounding the World Tree, and shouted, "Tashanmu claims to be the lord of the city-state, but he has broken open our gates and wants to sack our city!" Come with me and slaughter these crumbs! ”

Luan Joseph drew his sword, turned his horse's head, and charged toward the burning flames.

So a bloody battle began inside the fortress of Verre.

Knock knock knock......

Lune's memories were interrupted, and it was raining heavily, but the waiter knocked on the door of the study and reported that the commander of the garrison had come to see him.

"My king." The guard, with his long curly black hair and a steel half-helmet, wet and gloomy expression, said, "The man who betrayed the information has been caught, Lena Carry, who stole a sigiled teleportation scroll and was tracked down by the archmage. ”

"The first traitor since the beginning of the war." Luan said calmly, not even searching for the man's name in his head: "But not the last one. Dispose of it, stick your head in your gun and hang it outside the barracks as an example. ”

"But......" the warden hesitated, "Kari has a knight and a small fief, do you want to ......?"

"Do as I say." Lune's tone was resolute. He was well aware that the more soft-hearted he was, the more traitors would sprout up, especially in times of instability – and despite his certainty, Virgia had not received any support from the north.

The captain of the guard stepped back, and Lune continued to stare at the rain outside the window in a daze.

Back two days ago, although the soldiers of Virgia did not know, Lune, as the commander, was prepared, in fact, each army was stationed in a very particular position, connecting these troops, judging from the map inside the fortress of Verre, it was a huge net crisscrossing and waiting for the enemy to fall deep in.

His plan was successful, and when the time came, Veguia's army began to divide up the enemy like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, and the coalition of city-states on their backs suffered one casualty after another, realizing that they were in a trap and tried to break out of the city, only to be thwarted one after another.

At this time, there was only one question for Joseph Lune to think about, and that was what to do with the dragon, which was crouching down at the head of the city and spewing fire.

Even the most valiant warrior would have panicked at the sight of thousands of his companions engulfed in flames, and besides, it was the Red Dragon's Breath instead of an ordinary flame, and it burned so hot that human flesh melted like grease in front of the Dragon Flame.

Soon, he had an idea.

Yes, Virya's army alone can't deal with a terrifying red dragon in its prime, but he doesn't really need to try to kill the dragon, he just needs to lure the low-intelligence monster away, the arrows can be aimed, the spear can be moved, and even the magic cannon can be adjusted, but the red dragon has its own will, and Tashanmu can invite it to the battlefield, but he can't control it.

In the end, Lune Joseph lured away the terrible creature with only one legendary treasure, and as one of the most greedy true dragons, the red dragon's thirst for treasure was far greater than his thirst for killing and war, and the pact with Tashanmu was even less important in that fellow's heart.

The dragon will return, though, Rune is sure.

"We won." Staring at the rain outside the window, he whispered to himself, paused for a moment, and his tone became firm: "We can win." ”