Wade glared at Hubble. The dwarf blushed, trying to save from the damage he had just done.

"Lolana. He said hoarsely. "Don't take my word for granted.

If you have already made a decision, I will support you. I'm just worried about you like a grandfather.

Even if you're a general, I'm not at ease. You should take me as the message says—"

"Take me too!" Wade said angrily.

Hubble glared at him, but Lolana didn't notice it.

Her expression softened. "Thank you, Hubble. You too, Wade," she said with a slur on her face.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you. But I really think I should go alone. ”

"No!" said Hubble stubbornly, "I care about Robert as much as you do. If he's really going to die—" The dwarf choked and rubbed his eyes.

Then he swallowed the boulder in his throat, his expression desperate and sad.

"I want to be with him too. ”

"Me too. Wade muttered quietly.

"Good. Lolana smiled wryly.

"I can't blame you. I also know he'll want to see you. ”

She sounded so confident, so sure she was going to meet Robert.

The dwarf saw it in his eyes. He finally tried to redeem himself.

"Lorana, if it's a trap, a hoax—"

Lorana's expression froze again. Her eyes narrowed angrily, and Hubble swallowed back the words that came to her mouth.

He glanced at Wade, and the Kander could only shake his head.

The old dwarf sighed.

"That's it, my lord. Said a red dragon with black eyes and sparkling eyes.

"Daga Fort. Wait and you'll be able to see it in the moonlight...... Wait until the clouds are separated. ”

"I see. A deep voice said. The dragon heard the irrepressible anger in the voice.

It began to descend rapidly, spiraling incessantly, testing the changing currents of the mountains.

Nervously looking at the bunker surrounded by rocks and mountains, searching for a place where he could land safely and smoothly.

You must not shake Lord Eriakas.

At the northern end of the Daga Mountains stands their target: Daga Fort, as gloomy as the legend goes.

Once, when the world was young, Daga Fort used to shine against the mountains, and its rose-colored walls were as elegant as roses sticking out of the cliffs.

But now, Ireakas thought seriously - the rose is dead.

Dragoons will not be poets, nor will they like fantasy.

But the sight of the bunker, blackened by flames, like a withered rose in a grove, touched him a lot.

The black lattice-like carvings, stretching from one charred tower to another, no longer resemble the petals of a rose.

In fact, Eriakas thought, it looked like a web made by the worm that had poisoned the rose.

The giant red dragon circled for the last time.

The southern wall that surrounds the bunker fell to the bottom of a cliff a thousand feet during the cataclysm, revealing a passage leading to the bunker's gate.

The red dragon sighed reassuringly, and finally saw a brick-paved plaza underneath, with only a few pieces of damage on it.

It seems to be quite suitable for a smooth landing. Even the dragons, who were fearless on Candela, felt that they should try to avoid Lord Ereakas's displeasure.

In the square below, there was a sudden commotion, which looked like an anthill that had been knocked over by a wasp.

The dragonman screamed and pointed to the sky. The captain on duty at night hurried to the fortifications and looked down at the square.

Dragons aren't wrong. Indeed, a group of red dragons landed in the square, and one of them also brought a figure on its back, which from the armor should be the figure of the chief.

The captain looked at the chief uneasily, and jumped out of the saddle before the dragon could come to a complete stop.

The dragon flailed its wings so as not to hit him, and the dust and sand blew all around, and the knight, who had just jumped down, walked towards the gate without looking back.

Black boots stepped on the stone slabs of the square, making an ominous sound.

The captain was taken aback at the thought of this and recognized the man's identity.

He hurriedly turned around and almost crashed into the dragonman behind him.

He cursed the dragonman as he ran, and began to search for the acting commander, Gabbanus, in the bunker.

Lord Ireakas' chainmail fist slammed against the door, and nails flew out of it.

The dragons pushed me open the door, and respectfully retreated to the sides to let the dragoons pass, and his arrival brought a cold wind.

The candles were blown out, and the torches shook with them.

The sharp eyes under the mask of Eriakas quickly looked around, and he saw a circular zenith at the top, and a circular corridor extending below.

Two large curved staircases ascend to a balcony on the second floor.

As Ireakas looked around and ignored the dragonmen beside him, he saw Gabbanus hurrying out of a room on the stairs.

In a panic, he put on his pants and put on his shirt.

The captain of the night shift stood beside Gabbanus, gasping for breath and pointing at the dragoon.

Who the hell was this acting commander with?

It's clear that this guy is acting for more than just Commander Bakaris!

"So she's over there!" thought Lord Eriakas with satisfaction.

He strode down the hall, two steps and one up the stairs.

The dragonman was like a cat that had seen a mouse, and they dodged away to let him pass. The captain of the guard suddenly disappeared.

As soon as Gabanus got dressed, Eriakas was halfway up the stairs.

"Ai—Lord Eriakas. He stammered, tucking his shirt into his pants and hurried down the stairs.

"It's — it's an unexpected, supreme honor. ”

"It wouldn't be unexpected, did I, I suppose?" replied Eriakas fluently, his voice beneath the mask, sounding like the sound of steel crashing.

"Well, maybe not exactly—" Gabbanus smiled weakly.

Eriakas continued to climb up, his eyes fixed on the upstairs porch.

Realizing his purpose, Gabbanus crossed in front of the dragoon.

"Your Excellency. He said apologetically, "Ella is dressing." She-"

Eriakas didn't say a word, didn't even slow down, and swung his fist out.

The punch hit Gabbanus in the ribs. There was a sound like a balloon deflating and bones breaking, and the young man's body shot backwards, hitting the wall ten feet away.

The paralyzed body slid to the ground, but Eriakas didn't care.

He continued to climb without looking back, his eyes fixed on the door at the end of the stairs.

Eriakas is the direct commander of the Dragon Legion, directly responsible for the Dark Queen, and is a military genius with great intelligence.

Ereakas has almost completely conquered the Candela continent.

He had already begun to call himself "Emperor". His master was also very pleased with him, and the rewards he received from the hands of the darkness were both abundant and generous.

But now, he saw that his dream was a puff of smoke draining from his fingers.

He received information that his troops were scurrying across the Sorenia Plains.

Retreat from Rexroth, abandon Minga Fort, and abandon plans to attack Karaman. The elves are allied with the humans of Atlantis and North and South.

The mountain dwarves have poured out of the subterranean fortress of Sobadin, and a group of human refugees have joined forces with their centuries-old enemy, the Hill Dwarves, to drive the dragon legions out of Abanisia.

Sivanasti has been liberated. A dragoon was killed in the Glacier region.

If the rumors are correct, a group of valley dwarves have taken over New Grande!

Eriakas thought about it as he walked up the stairs, letting his anger burn brighter.

Few people survived his displeasure. No one has ever been able to survive his wrath.

Eriakas inherited command from his father, who was originally a post-dark high-ranking priest.

Although he is only forty years old, Eriakas has been in this position for almost two decades.

His father died rather unfortunately, at the hands of his son.

When Ereakas was two years old, he witnessed his father brutally murder his mother for nothing more than to take his son out before he became as brutal as his father.

Although Eriakas had always had great respect for his father, he never forgot his mother's death.

He studied and worked hard, which made his father extremely proud.

Many people often wonder if this pride existed when his nineteen-year-old son stabbed him in the chest to avenge his mother's (and, of course, covet the throne of a dragoon).

This was certainly not a loss for the darkness afterward, and later he discovered that young Ereakas was much more capable than his father.

The young man himself had no priestly qualities, but his amazing skills not only made him wear a black robe, but also won the great recommendation of the evil mentor.

Even though he passed the horror test in the Tower of the Void Master, magic was still not his favorite.

He didn't practice spells very often, and he never wore the black robe that marked his evil powers.

What Eriakas truly loves is war.

It was he who planned the strategy of almost letting the dragoons occupy the entire Candela continent behind the scenes.

It was he who ensured that they met with little resistance, thanks to the maneuvering of Ereakas.

With incredible speed, they attacked the scattered humans, elves, and dwarves and crushed them before they could unite completely.

"He's a military genius. That's what everyone who came into contact with him said about Ireakas.

He held the highest position in the Dragoon Legion.

Ariakas put his military prowess to good use, and in just five years, he led the Dragoons under the command of the Dark Queen, sweeping across the Candela continent.

The reason why he joined this war was not out of belief in evil gods, but to gain more power.

Ereakas is the spokesman of desire and the destroyer of all that is good. [.]