Chapter 376 Coronation (Part 2)

On the morning of March 1, 1786 in the Third Era, the coronation ceremony was held as scheduled.

The newly built Istalia venue was large enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, and people could watch the ceremony at different locations. However, the main roads and the altar in the center of the venue were guarded by tiefling soldiers, and no outsiders were allowed to enter.

On the eve of the ceremony, the place was already crowded.

More than 100,000 people came from all over Anzeta and even from all over Fianso with dry food, water and even temporary beds, and chose a suitable location outside Istalia in advance, and fell asleep on the spot at night.

Among them were kingdom citizens who wanted to watch the excitement, merchants and bards from the south, and harpist spies mixed in.

Of course, the players did not want to miss this "large-scale event", and they rushed over overnight with their stools. Except for those players who were sentenced to forced labor for defecting to the North, almost all players came to Istalia to watch this rare event.

There were also many summoned monster families, who occupied some positions in the inner field according to the official allocation of the kingdom.

There were also envoys from all over Fianso, who were arranged to various areas in the venue after reporting, greeting, and presenting gifts.

Among them were not only envoys from the three kingdoms of Cassander, Thrace, and Seleucid, but also special forces such as the Tower of Time, the Corrupted Swamp, and the Star-Moon Hills.

Humans, elves, dwarves, dragonborn, and halflings

Envoys of various races appeared in the venue, and they gathered together, making it a little noisy.

"Ah--"

Then, a dragon roar came.

The blue dragon of the Faria family also sent Christina again, as well as the respected old blue dragon Isami in their family.

Even the Melward family sent a special envoy, that is the middle-aged silver dragon Cruzerei Melward, Olivia's uncle.

"How could there be a silver-skinned bastard? Is that old guy still not convinced?"

"Blue Dragon, that war is over! We are here for a peaceful future among dragons!"

"Peace? You hypocrites are not worthy of talking about peace!"

The blue dragon and the silver dragon immediately felt each other's aura, and the tension in the venue was tense until Trump arrived in person and the invisible dragon power overflowed in the venue. They temporarily stopped fighting, but still looked at each other with hostility.

There are many similar things. Due to the importance of the Burning Kingdom, both the evil and good forces have paid enough attention to it.

"Dear guests, please be patient."

"This is the coronation ceremony of His Majesty Cassius, he doesn't want any mistakes to happen."

Trump stood in front of the altar and bowed slightly. Under the effect of magic, his voice spread throughout the venue.

The originally empty venue is now crowded.

The dragon clans, envoys from various countries, and the people who were watching the excitement took their seats one after another. Creatures of different forces, races, and camps gathered here, waiting for the coronation ceremony to begin.

In the desert where there was not much wind and grass, the wind suddenly blew up, and people looked out hurriedly.

"Look!"

"What is that? It's a two-legged flying dragon!"

"How can there be so many gods?"

Thousands of two-legged flying dragons took off from all around the venue, flying densely in the sky, making noisy roars.

The pairs of wings were close together, waving in a chaotic manner, casting a huge shadow on the plain, like a dark ring of dark clouds, surrounding the entire venue.

Under the influence of Cassius's domain, the fertility of these two-legged flying dragons became surprisingly strong. In just ten years, they multiplied on a large scale and reached a four-digit scale.

——In order to fill this huge food gap, four factories are producing feed at the same time, and the cattle ranch that occupies half of the Storm Peak is in continuous operation.

And this time, for this grand coronation ceremony, these two-legged dragons living deep in the Dragon Valley came out for the first time to show their hideous faces to the world.

"Two-legged dragons?"

"A dragon army of this size"

The envoy from the Thracian Kingdom, Dayev Marshall, stared at the black shadow in the sky, adjusted his silver-framed glasses, and his expression was full of deep worry.

The two-legged dragons are not a difficult enemy for the Thracian Kingdom. Their arcane army alone is enough to easily shoot them down.

But thousands of dragons are another matter.

And even this army composed of thousands of two-legged dragons is just a superficial phenomenon, and what is more terrifying is what is revealed behind it - that is the powerful supply system and military mobilization capabilities of the Burning Kingdom.

"Are they warning us?"

"Or are they offering an olive branch to our enemies?"

Dayev clenched his fists and lowered his head slightly, his expression extremely solemn.

Before he could recover from his contemplation, loud noises rang out in the wilderness, and even the earth was shaking.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The salutes rang out, and huge clusters of flames appeared in the sky.

There were several explosions in the distance. Under the intensive artillery bombardment, a hill blocking the planned path of the city was blown up, and the ground was flattened.

The Ogre Artillery Corps came from afar. The Ogres dragged heavy cannons and marched forward, breathing heavily, and the sound of wheels rolling over the road was heard on the road.

Finally, the ogres surrounded the venue with their cannons, standing silently.

The onlookers exclaimed one after another, but they were not shocked - the people in Anzeta had been baptized by artillery fire several times and were already used to it.

After all, the south is not a magical wilderness like Anzeta, and it is common for such powerful long-range attacks. They are just amazed at its huge destructive power - and the arrogance of the Ember Kingdom to drop the cannonballs for free. .

They didn't know that this was an engineering bomb specially designed by the Burning Science and Technology Department, and was manufactured to move mountains and flatten land.

Immediately afterwards, the satyr military band played a symphony with passionate melody and majestic momentum.

This piece of music was composed by combining many classic pieces given by players and the original music inheritance of the Northland - the magical sound poured into people's ears, shocking almost everyone.

Accompanying the rhythm of the music and the crisp drumbeats, an infantry phalanx composed of tens of thousands of medium-sized humanoid creatures such as humans, tieflings, and hobgoblins marched from the end of the road.

They marched in neat steps and lined up in an orderly queue, the bayonets and spears in their hands flashing with cold light.

"It's the Ember Infantry!"

"So majestic!"

Finally, the huge phalanx stopped outside the venue, and several of the most elite teams of a thousand people entered the venue. They marched quickly in a queue, stationed on both sides of the wide road like walls.

Is this the end?

not at all.

"Boom - boom -"

Along with a heavy muffled sound, the earth trembled again.

On the distant horizon, hill-like earth dragon beasts wearing heavy armor appeared, occupying almost half of the ground.

The hobgoblin cavalry stood on the back of the earth dragon beast, raised their spears and hammers, and let out fanatical war roars - even Doro stood on the largest dragon beast covered with golden scales. On his back, he raised the blood-fire battle ax with one arm.

The bloody ax blade glistened in the sunlight.

"For the Red Dragon's great blueprint!"

"For the King of Embers!"

Someone shouted excitedly.

Looking at the mottled torrents, the bards and merchants from all over Fianso, the envoys and spies sent by the major forces, for the first time intuitively felt the military strength of the Kingdom of Burning Ember.

The envoys from the hostile forces looked even more ugly.

The face of Dayev of the Thracian Kingdom seemed to be covered with a haze.

"How can it be"

"According to the information from the kingdom's spies, this country has only been established for ten years."

"Did they get the legacy of the ancient empire? Or even the help of a powerful god?"

He murmured to himself in disbelief, and had some kind of terrible guess in his mind - Dayev, who once served in the Holy Fadland Empire, really couldn't imagine that, except for the assistance of certain beings, how could a newly established empire actually succeed? How can we have such a powerful military and logistics system?

"Ah, His Majesty Tiamat is indeed right. This new empire will be an important boost to the revival of the five-color dragon."

The old blue dragon Isami looked excited, the dark indigo scales on his cheeks spread out, and his frilly ears were trembling.

"And all the future wealth of this country will have the queen's share."

Christina has been immersed in the dream of the empress of the empire, and is bound to get it, with greed in her eyes.

"Such a country, such an army"

"Oh, I just hope they won't bring another catastrophe to the mainland."

Silver Dragon Cruzere sighed deeply.

The envoys from other forces also had different expressions, but they were all shocked by the military strength of the Ember Kingdom, because it completely subverted all their guesses.

In their speculation, the Kingdom of Burning Ember should be a barbaric and primitive tribal country - the irrational monster relatives relied on the power of the red dragon to act wantonly in this remote and remote land, cruelly squeezing Anze The people of the tower.

However, after experiencing the opening ceremony of this "military parade", they were shocked to discover:

I was wrong, and very wrong.

This is indeed a new empire with strong vitality. Different races and different forces are jointly under the rule of the dragon, bringing together some terrible power.

It has a powerful army, a vast territory, diverse races, and a supreme and only ruler.

"Roar--"

People's eardrums bulged, and a strong sense of oppression made their whole bodies tremble.

In the north of Istalia, the blue sky was suddenly dyed red, and a huge red dragon appeared on the horizon, slowly waving its broad wings, bringing with it a howling fiery wind.

Whether it was an illusion or not, the entire wasteland seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, and even the air was twisting and boiling.

"He, he's coming!"

"It's His Majesty Cassius!"

"This is His Majesty's majestic figure!"

"For King Burning Ember! No, for Emperor Burning Ember!"

After the instinctive fear and fear, people soon began to cheer loudly, forming waves of enthusiasm - whether this was sincere or false.

"I want to lick Boss Cassius's feet!"

"Don't stop me, I want to touch my tail!"

"dragon!"

"You perverted dragon lovers, please restrain yourself! But when will Lord Cassius turn into a human form?"

The players were even more unscrupulous. Even when the guards glared at them, the players still spoke without restraint and shouted all kinds of slogans that defied the heavens.

"Oh my God! Such a huge body is worthy of being the dragon that defeated the Silver Wings!"

"Gods above."

"He, he has become even stronger!"

"You are worthy of being my destined spouse, His Highness Cassius"

The envoys from various forces also burst into exclamations. There are only a few dragons of this level in the entire Fianso continent, let alone seeing them with their own eyes.

After several months, Cassius passively digested the ancestral dragon bloodline, and its body size has also improved - the body length of this red dragon has reached a terrifying 36 meters.

This is a body size that can only be barely achieved by the ancient red dragon, which has completely broken through the upper limit of ordinary red dragons, but now Cassius is still in the early stages of growth and development.

And deep in the crowd, in an inconspicuous corner, a thin, weathered man looked up at the sky, his expression showing deep despair.

"That guy has become stronger."

"Abil, how can I save you?"

He was Richard, the once high-spirited fairy ranger, and also a double agent of the Burning Kingdom. This time he happened to be sent by the Harpist Alliance to investigate the coronation ceremony.

"Whoosh-whoosh"

The hot wind whistled past, making many people's skin hot.

And Cassius flapped his wings, slowly approached Istalia, and finally landed at the beginning of the road with a loud bang.

The noise in the venue suddenly disappeared, and under the almost tangible pressure, the atmosphere became silent.

The guards on both sides of the road immediately raised their heads and chests, looking straight ahead, but the sweat drops on their chins still revealed their nervousness and excitement.

"Roar"

The red dragon hummed and retracted its wings close to its body.

He walked on all fours along the wide road towards the altar, leaving footprints on the ground.

Casius looked down from above, scanning the people on both sides of the road with his pale golden pupils, scanning the faces that were either excited, terrified, or afraid.

"Thrace, Cassander

"Serenia, Silvermoon City, Free Trade Federation."

"The main forces of the Feanso continent are basically here, and they are all here in a row."

Casius's mouth curled up slightly, and a barely noticeable smile appeared on his ferocious dragon face. He thought so in his heart. (End of this chapter)