Ashen Dragon-Chapter 372 - 296 Dragon Pact Warlock (Part 1)
Chapter 372: Chapter 296 Dragon Pact Warlock (Part 1)
“Here…”
“Is this the palace?”
Misha cautiously surveyed her surroundings. Her gaze swept over the tall and majestic walls, the towering stone pillars, and finally rested on the magnificent steel palace in the distance.
Old John had once told her that this palace was the residence of His Majesty Cassius, and it was filled with the treasures of the entire kingdom.
“Roar—”
Seeing Ramp and Misha approach, the wyverns on the stone pillars raised their heads and let out a long cry. Meanwhile, the Tieflings guarding the gate bowed their heads in greeting.
The Tiefling Guard Captain, Eckmon, stepped forward and respectfully said, “Good day, Lord Ramp. His Majesty is awaiting you in the main hall.”
“I understand.”
Ramp nodded slightly in acknowledgment. He then tapped his magic wand lightly and descended to the ground with Misha, proceeding on foot.
Ramp walked inside familiarly, speaking in a low voice, “This is His Majesty Cassius’s residence, the most sacred and inviolable place in the entire kingdom. Here, any flying or teleportation spell would be considered disrespectful.”
“Even for me, I must enter on foot as a sign of respect to His Majesty.”
The ogre mage’s large stature made it difficult for Misha to keep up, even though he deliberately slowed his pace, taking steps that were still two meters in length.
Still, she panted as she replied, “Yes, my lord.”
However, once they fully entered, the sight before her was even more astonishing, causing Misha to pause in her tracks.
“This is…”
Despite some newly planted vegetation covering it, the ground was still littered with black, solidified magma, subtly undulating or forming broad mounds, some even maintaining a flowing appearance.
Another wave of hot air, heavily laden with the scent of sulfur, hit her, making her feel as if she were at the crater of a volcano.
Ramp stopped and exclaimed excitedly, “Do you see? This is His Majesty’s great power. Even an unintended leak of strength is unimaginable to mortals.”
“I will use a spell to protect you.”
He was about to raise his magic wand when he noticed that Misha had closed her eyes, taking a deep breath of the scorching air, her entire body relaxing.
“There is no need, Lord Ramp.”
“Thank you for your concern, but I feel… wonderful right now, better than ever.”
Misha slowly opened her eyes, her brown pupils flickering with flames, her delicate face full of excitement.
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For a magician extremely attuned to the fire element, entering the scorching environment created by a red dragon was like a fish taking to water, her entire being brimming with energy.
“That is even better.”
A barely noticeable trace of surprise flashed across Ramp’s face.
To feel comfortable in such an extreme environment, Misha’s talent must have exceeded expectations, even making Ramp feel a tinge of envy — he finally understood why some mages derogatorily called magicians “barbarians.”
On the way, Ramp continuously emphasized the supreme majesty of the red dragon to Misha, repeatedly reiterating the etiquette for the audience.
They walked for several more minutes along the path before finally reaching the end, where they could see the entire splendid and majestic palace.
“Wow.”
Although she had mentally prepared herself, Misha couldn’t help but exclaim when she looked up.
The Steel Dragonwing Palace was built into the mountainside, resembling the wide, spread wings of a dragon. The entire palace was forged from refined steel — adorned with hundreds of ferocious cracks created by the red dragon. Despite numerous repairs, these cracks couldn’t be entirely concealed, showcasing a sense of primordial strength.
Ramp bowed slightly and waited outside the palace, instructing in a low voice:
“Misha, this is the main hall of the palace, where His Majesty usually resides. Remember the etiquette I taught you.”
“Go ahead, His Majesty wishes to see you alone.”
“Yes, Lord Ramp. I will remember your teachings.”
Misha nodded solemnly.
During this time, she nervously looked back occasionally. Only after Ramp signaled her that everything was fine did she dare to continue walking forward.
“Though Lord Ramp is rather unattractive, he’s a kind-hearted man — far better than those hypocritical nobles who deserve to be burned at the stake.”
Misha thought to herself.
“I just wonder… what will the legendary His Majesty be like?”
Lost in thought, she raised her head and realized she had reached the heavy door, feeling a rush of apprehension.
She called out softly:
“Your Majesty… I am here.”
Before she could finish her sentence, Misha hurriedly covered her mouth, realizing she had forgotten the steps Ramp had taught her out of nervousness.
But fortunately, nothing unexpected happened.
“Boom—”
With a rumbling sound, the massive door engraved with ferocious dragon heads slowly opened.
Misha’s legs began to tremble, but she tried her best to control her nervousness, keeping her head down and walking in step by step as instructed by Ramp, finally kneeling before the staircase.
“Your Majesty, I am Misha, here to seek an audience with you.”
“Do not be nervous. Rise.”
The voice carried a hint of amusement, seemingly not as cold and ruthless as she had imagined.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Misha stood up and cautiously raised her head, finally seeing the majestic figure on the throne.
—The huge red dragon’s body was seated on the iron throne, the surface of its body flowing with magma-like ripples. Several horned projections on its head resembled a crown, with golden eyes flickering with fire.
The red dragon’s mere presence felt like the embodiment of the fire element.
Strangely, despite her trembling fear, a stronger emotion overwhelmed it — a sense of kinship.
Yes, a sense of kinship.
More precisely, it was a sense of allegiance to a higher power of the same origin.
Misha’s brown pupils flickered with fire, feeling the fire elements within her responding to the call, jumping and seemingly cheering, bowing in submission to the red dragon.
And Cassius was also studying the girl before him, his eyes showing a trace of curiosity.
“Misha.”
“The ‘Fire Witch’ who had slaughtered countless players in a previous life is now just a child.”
“How interesting.”
In his eyes, the girl before him had nearly transcended the human category, almost a half-magic creature, every drop of her blood teeming with fire elements.
This talent had a more appropriate name in her past life — “Child of the Elements.”
Misha hesitated, clutching the corner of her robe, unsure of what to say.
But it was Cassius who spoke first, saying calmly, “Ramp has reported your intentions to me. You wish to seek revenge on Leo Boske?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“That despicable person orchestrated the Magur incident and brutally murdered my grandfather. I must avenge him!”
Misha hurriedly responded.
When discussing this topic, her voice no longer trembled but instead became increasingly firm and resolute.
