Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

A few months ago, John Sr.'s body was burned to death by a fire set by soldiers.

At that moment, the hatred and anger in Misha's heart surged out like a flood, breaking the last peace deep in her heart.

A raging fire seemed to be ignited in her heart, wrapping her body tightly, causing her to huddle in the corner, unable to extricate herself.

And at that moment, she suddenly discovered that she had the ability to create and control flames. This seems to be an innate talent, which was stimulated by the death of old John.

"Crack."

Misha opened her palms, and a dancing flame burned in her palms.

The flame was hot and bright, as if it were the embodiment of her heart.

"Release this power, maybe this will attract Mr. Trump's attention."

"I can even gain His Majesty's attention, and then personally avenge Old John."

There was also fire in her brown pupils, whether it was the reflection of the flames on her hands or a reaction to her change in mood.

Misha slowly raised her hand.

"boom!"

With the sound of explosions in the air, a long flame dragon was released from her palm, and then shot straight into the sky.

Flames burst into flames in the sky, and scattered sparks flew everywhere.

"What it is?"

"It's a spell!"

"It's so hot! Get out of here!"

Under this high temperature, the air was slightly distorted, and the people around him were also in confusion, and they hid in a hurry.

"It's an enemy attack!"

"Protect Mr. Trump quickly!"

"Damn it! Who dares to rush into the military formation?"

The surrounding attendants armed with steel guns rushed into the panicked crowd, looking for the source of the spell, but only found a girl who was only eight or nine years old.

"You don't have to look for it, it's me."

Misha looked directly at the attendants without any concealment. She spread her hands like this, revealing the flames dancing in her palms.

"It's that girl!"

"That's her!"

"She was the one casting the spell just now! Catch her quickly!"

The captain of the guard quickly raised his spear and shouted loudly that he did not want to fail in his duties in front of Chief Minister Trump.

The surrounding guards also gathered around nervously, constantly closing the circle, preparing to capture the unidentified spell caster.

Suddenly, Trump's voice rang out.

"Stop."

"Don't be too nervous. How can the flames hurt me?"

"You, you said it."

The guard captain quickly lowered his head and responded nervously.

Trump slowly descended from mid-air and tapped the ground gently with his staff. He looked down at the girl who was surrounded by troops not far away.

He was watching carefully.

He looked about eight or nine years old, with a petite and thin figure. There was some dirt on his smooth skin, but there were no traces of dragon transformation.

The girl was shaking all over because of extreme nervousness, but she still looked at him from a distance, her eyes firm and stubborn, and she was not frightened by the tense situation.

According to Rumple's estimation, the power of the spell just now has reached the third level - that is to say, she is likely to be born with a talent close to that of a fifth-level warlock!

Suddenly, Trump narrowed his eyes slightly, showing an interesting expression.

"A natural warlock?"

"It's really rare to have this level of spellcasting ability without experiencing a gift."

"She can be a force in the kingdom."

Thinking of this, Trump walked forward slowly. He showed a smile that he thought was particularly kind and said softly: "My child, don't be too nervous. I am Trump, the chief minister of the kingdom."

"What's wrong with you?"

However, Misha looked up, and the huge figure of the ogre enveloped her. A weird smile appeared on the ugly face, and even the long and curved fangs were exposed.

She seemed to be able to smell the bloody scent coming towards her face.

But in the end, with the support of her will, she was not intimidated, but her body was shaking like chaff.

Misha finally said timidly: "Lang, Mr. Rumple."

"me"

She gritted her teeth and was silent for a moment, then finally gritted her teeth and made a decision: "I want to see His Majesty!"

"oh?"

"Lord Trump, I want to see your Majesty."

Misha begged again. Although her words were weak, they were extremely firm and sincere.

Rumple shook his head slowly, tapped the ground with his staff again, and half-turned around: "There are countless people who want to see His Majesty. They are either for wealth, for power, for strength, or they just want to admire His Majesty's majesty. posture.”

He turned his head and lowered his voice.

"And you - for what?"

"me"

Misha murmured for a moment, but replied firmly: "I want to avenge my grandfather. He died in the Magul Incident."

Rumple replied calmly: "Then your wish should come true. Just two months ago, Marshal Doro led the Kingdom's army to annihilate the Northland Allied Forces. The Kingdom has avenged you."

Misha shook her head vigorously, gritted her teeth and said:

"No, it's not over yet. It was that damn Leo Bosque who planned that incident. He escaped with the help of the devil's power and has not received the due trial."

"I'm going to kill him myself."

Misha's eyes were filled with tears, and a flash of fire suddenly flashed in her pupils.

"interesting."

A smile suddenly appeared in Lang Pu's eyes, and he waved casually to the guards around him.

"Let's all go away. This is just a brave child. There is no need to be so wary of her."

"Yes, sir."

"I obey your orders."

The guards withdrew with understanding.

Immediately afterwards, the huge ogre slowly squatted down, his strong body like a mountain of meat - even when squatting down, he was far taller than the girl in front of him.

Rumple looked down at the girl's brown eyes and asked softly: "Child, tell me, what is your name?"

"Misha, my name is Misha."

"That's the name my grandpa John gave me."

Misha mustered up all her courage and raised her head to look directly into the ogre's eyes. Her voice no longer trembled.

Trump stood up, smiled and said:

"Very well, Misha."

"Come, I will take you to the palace. I believe His Majesty will also be happy to see you."

The ogre archmage gently raised his staff, and the invisible force lifted him and Misha up, making them suspended in the sky.

"ah."

Misha couldn't help but let out an exclamation, but she suppressed her excitement and only occasionally looked at the ground curiously.

It all feels like a dream.

The goat people beat the war drums again and played impassioned military music. The attendants quickly formed a neat queue and marched around Trump again.

The triumphal ceremony was still going on, and the crowd around him was talking a lot, and they were envious of it - they wanted to rush up and replace him, and become the person standing next to the ogre.

"Who is she? She is qualified to be with Mr. Trump?"

"What a lucky guy."

“Enviable”

"Yes, to be appreciated by the chief minister, I'm afraid another big shot is about to be born." (End of Chapter)