Chapter 366 Dragon Contract Warlock (Part 1)

"Here."

"Is this the palace?"

Misha looked around carefully, her eyes swept over the tall and majestic city walls, the standing stone pillars, and touched the magnificent steel palace in the distance.

Old John had told her that this palace was the residence of His Majesty Cassius, and it was filled with the treasures of the entire kingdom.

"Ah--"

Seeing Rumple and Misha coming, the flying dragons on the stone pillars all raised their heads and let out a long roar, and the tieflings guarding the door also bowed their heads to greet them.

Ekmon, the captain of the tiefling guard, stepped forward and said respectfully: "Good day, Lord Rumple, His Majesty is waiting for you in the main hall."

"I know."

Rumple nodded slightly, and he then lightly tapped his staff, and took Misha down to the ground and walked on foot.

Rump walked in with ease and whispered, "This is the residence of His Majesty Cassius, the most sacred and inviolable place in the entire kingdom. Here, any flying or teleportation spells will be regarded as usurpation."

"Even I have to walk in, this is a respect for His Majesty."

The ogre magician was huge. Although he had deliberately slowed down his speed, he still took a step of two meters, making it difficult for Misha to follow.

But she still replied breathlessly, "Yes, sir."

However, when they completely entered, the scene that came into view made Misha amazed and stopped for a while.

"This is."

Although some newly planted vegetation covered it, the ground was still full of black, solidified lava, slightly undulating or in the shape of wide hills, and even still showing a flowing posture.

Another hot air with a strong smell of sulfur came to her face, making her feel like she was at the crater of a volcano.

Rump stopped and said excitedly: "See? This is the power of His Majesty. It is unimaginable that the power is just accidentally leaked."

"I will use magic to protect you."

He was about to raise the staff, but found that Misha closed her eyes, took a deep breath of hot air, and even relaxed her whole body.

"No, Lord Rump."

"Thank you for your concern, but I feel good now, better than ever before."

Misha slowly opened her eyes, the fire in her brown pupils was dancing, and her pretty face was full of excitement.

For the warlock who is extremely friendly to the fire element, entering the hot environment created by the red dragon is like a fish in water, and the energy of the whole body is filled up.

"That's great."

A subtle surprise flashed across Rump's face.

To be able to feel comfortable in such an extreme environment, Misha's talent may be beyond expectations, and even Rump is a little envious-he finally understands the feelings of those mages who despise warlocks as "barbarians".

On the way, Rump kept emphasizing the supremacy of the red dragon to Misha, repeating the etiquette of the audience over and over again.

They walked along the road for dozens of minutes, and finally came to the end, and saw the full view of this magnificent palace.

"Wow."

Although she had been mentally prepared, Misha couldn't help but exclaimed when she looked up.

The Iron Dragon Wing Palace was built on the mountain, shaped like a wide dragon wing. The main body of the palace was cast from refined steel - there were hundreds of hideous cracks on it made by the red dragon, which could not be completely covered after several renovations, but showed a certain primitive sense of power.

Rump bowed slightly, waited outside the palace, and whispered:

"Misha, this is the main hall of the palace, which is also the permanent residence of His Majesty. Remember the etiquette I taught you."

"Go, His Majesty wants to see you alone."

"Yes, Lord Rump, I will remember your teachings."

Misha nodded solemnly.

During this period, she looked back from time to time, a little embarrassed. Only after Trump's eyes signaled that she was fine did she dare to move forward.

"Although Lord Trump is a little ugly, he is a kind and enthusiastic man - at least much better than those nobles with beastly hearts. They should all be hung on the stake and burned to death."

Misha thought to herself.

"I just don't know what the legendary Majesty will be like."

While thinking, she raised her head and found that she had walked to the heavy door, and her heart was suddenly a little uneasy.

She called softly:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty. I'm here."

Before she finished speaking, Misha hurriedly covered her mouth because she realized that she had forgotten the steps taught by Trump in her nervousness.

But fortunately, nothing unexpected happened.

"Boom--"

Accompanied by a rumbling sound, the heavy door with a ferocious dragon head carved slowly opened.

Misha's legs were already shaking a little, but she still tried her best to control her nervousness, and walked in step by step with her head down according to Trump's teachings, and finally knelt in front of the stairs.

"Your Majesty, I'm Misha, and I'm here to see you."

"Don't be nervous, get up."

There was a hint of smile in the voice, and it didn't seem as cold and ruthless as imagined.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Misha stood up, raised her head carefully, and finally saw the majestic figure on the throne.

-The huge red dragon body was sitting on the iron throne, with ripples like magma flowing on its surface. There were several crown-like horns on the top of the dragon head, and the light of fire was dancing in the light golden pupils.

The red dragon just existed there, like the incarnation of the fire element.

But strangely, although Misha felt fear and trembling, some stronger emotions overwhelmed them - that was a sense of intimacy.

Yes, it was a sense of intimacy.

To be more precise, it was an attachment to a higher-level homologous power.

There was also a flash of fire in Misha's brown pupils. She felt that the fire elements in her body were inspired. They were constantly jumping, as if cheering, saluting, and bowing to the red dragon.

And Cassius was also carefully looking at the girl in front of him, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Misha."

"The 'Mad Fire Witch' who killed countless players in the previous life is still a child now."

"It's really interesting."

In his eyes, the girl in front of him was almost out of the category of human beings. She could be classified as a semi-magical creature. Every drop of blood in her body was filled with fire elements.

This kind of talent had a more appropriate name in the previous life - "Son of the Elements".

Misha hesitated and hesitantly, rolled up the corners of her clothes, not knowing what to say.

It was Cassius who spoke first, saying calmly: "Rump has already told me your intention. Do you want to take revenge on Leo Bosco?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"That shameless guy planned the Magur Incident and brutally killed my grandfather. I want to avenge him!"

Misha replied hurriedly.

When talking about this topic, her voice no longer trembled, but became more sonorous and powerful. (End of this chapter)