Chapter 47 Tiefling (I)

The cold wind blew through the door of the rock fortress, and the cold air rushing out of the gap made the goblin guarding the door couldn't help but sneeze.

"Damn, it's so cold..."

"yes."

The goblin next to him echoed. He couldn't help but rub his red nose, but accidentally scratched a long mark on his face with his claws.

"Ouch!"

The goblin let out a scream.

Blood beads flowed out, but quickly solidified.

After several months, many of the descendants of the Burning Ember Nest have shown "dragon transformation" characteristics. Although these changes are not as strong as their leaders, they also show some characteristics that are unique to red dragons.

For example, the occasional sparse scales, sharpened claws, frills on the ears, a preference for warm or even hot climates...

The red dragon that has been sleeping in the cave for a long time is like a huge radiation source, influencing and transforming all the dependents in the Burning Ember Nest with the gift of blood.

Cassius was still lying on his side in the cave, his huge body rising and falling slowly.

After the weather turned cold, as a red dragon who loved the heat, he was tired of going out and preferred to stay in the cave, eating and sleeping all day long like any native red dragon in Erezegai.

Cassius stretched lazily and slowly opened his eyes: "But there are some things that still have to be done."

He called softly in dragon language:

"Chimera——"

The three-headed monster immediately flew out of a cave in the rock wall and lay in front of Cassius like a loyal dog, waiting for its master's orders.

Since receiving the "bloodline gift" last time, this unruly beast has become extremely obedient, and even Cassius feels uncomfortable with it.

Cassius continued in dragon language: "Take me to those tieflings."

"What?"

But when he saw the three heads of the Chimera, they all tilted in confusion.

The red dragon was speechless for a while, then picked up an old, horned skull from the corner of the cave, still in front of Chimera.

"Take me to these people."

The Chimera's lion head came up and sniffed it carefully, and then said in dragon language that was still unskilled:

"Horns, human, don't taste good."

Cassius said impatiently: "It's them, take me there."

Upon seeing this, the Chimera quickly bent down obediently, showing that she was obeying the order.

"Yes, Master."

It then roared low and flapped its wings to fly.

The Chimera flew out of the warm cave, left the wide giant valley, and came to the windy and snowy sky.

Cassius followed, flying through the wind and snow.

In a clearing covered by mountains, many simple tents are stationed on the snow. A spacious cave not far away is brightly lit and surrounded by walls barely made of stones - this is what the tieflings call Sanctuary in the "Broken House".

This is where tieflings with long horns and red skin live.

The mountains could protect them from being discovered by their pursuers, but they could not protect them from the cold and snow.

The tieflings were still wearing ragged clothes despite the severe cold. The men were cutting trees and chopping firewood in the forest despite the wind and snow. The women were building bonfires in front of their tents to roast the prey they had hunted. Children were also picking up some dry food nearby. They collected firewood and dead grass, added fuel to the campfire, and did whatever they could.

Several injured tieflings were placed in a warmer cave and wrapped in several layers of animal skins and velvet. However, these measures could not prevent their breathing from becoming weaker and their eyelids trembling and about to close.

"Medrarash, we won't make it through the winter if we continue like this."

"The wounded are almost dying. We have to go to nearby towns."

came a female voice hoarse from the cold.

The tiefling known as "Medrarash" turned his head.

There were burn marks on his tough face, and his tall body was covered with blood-stained armor, and there were many dent marks on it.

At this moment, his tone was serious: "Lerissa, you still have illusions about those humans."

The female tiefling shook her head and defended:

"No, I didn't."

Metrolash interrupted her rudely, and his tone became increasingly fierce:

"Those pitchforks, the burning racks, those burning houses, those naked corpses hanging at the city gates, and the cheers and curses of the citizens, haven't you understood their true colors?"

"This is what humans are, Lyrisa."

"When we go to any town now, we won't wait for good wine reception, we will only wait for ruthless driving - and the pursuit of the old vampire family's thugs."

Leresa's voice trembled with a hint of crying: "They just don't know the truth, but maybe, maybe we can resolve this misunderstanding and explain it to them."

"You should understand how humans view us, son of the devil."

Those cold black eyes seemed to pierce her very soul, and the sudden seriousness in his voice shocked her.

Metrorash continued:

"One person is curious, two people are conspiracy."

His tone paused.

"Three people are a curse."

"The moment all of them were incited to wield the butcher knife against us, there was no longer any misunderstanding."

After Metrorash finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to the sobbing Lyrisa, and just silently wiped his bloodstained silver sword.

The polished sword reflected his weathered face.

Horns that curve like ram horns, pure black eyes with no irises, sharp canine teeth, and red skin. He still looks roughly like a human, but his devil bloodline still leaves a clear mark on his appearance.

"What a naive guy."

Medrolash couldn't help but recall his past life, a memory of pain and suffering.

When he was in North Wind Castle, he was often watched and whispered because of his identity as a "descendant of the devil". He always endured violence and insults on the street, and always saw distrust and fear in the eyes of others.

But he still has human friends who are worthy of his trust.

This is a kind of luck.

It is also a cruel fate.

The genuine care from his companions made the former Medrolash still have kindness and trust in his heart.

He joined the city guards and became a paladin at a young age, taking the oath of redemption.

-The paladins of the oath of redemption face evil creatures, hoping to make their enemies turn from darkness to light, and can only use violence at the last moment.

And unless it is obvious that doing so can save other lives, they will never kill their enemies.

The young tiefling believes that anyone can be redeemed, and that all can walk the path of mercy and justice.

Medrolash believes that he can correct any prejudice against his demonic bloodline with his acts of kindness, and he seems to be making progress towards this goal.