Who made me a red dragon

Chapter 159 News from Chester (please recommend!!)
"It looks like I'm the only one to deal with these orcs."

Secretly keeping these orcs in mind, Miles asked again.

"Is there anything else besides this?"

Molly thought about it carefully, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, he shook his head.

"No? Then you go down."

Molly opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but when he thought about the current situation, he was afraid that even if he said bad things about the swamp land dragon, Miles would not listen, let alone rely on him.

"The time has not yet come."

Sighing slightly in his heart, the green dragon wisely exited the cave.

After Molly left, Miles was not idle either. He said to another attendant.

"Call Bordeaux over here."

"Yes!"

The guard left quickly, and at this time, another lizardman guard pushed a cart of food. According to the smell wafting from the food, Miles judged that it should be python meat.

There was another cry from the abdomen, Miles devoured the food, and he quickly finished the food. It didn't take long for Bordeaux's dark yellow eyes to light up in the dark passage.

Seeing the red dragon on the high platform in front again, a trace of hatred flashed in Bordeaux's eyes, but the lowered head concealed it well.

"How is your life recently? Are you still used to it?"

Miles's voice came from the front, and Bordeaux said quickly.

"It's not bad, maybe it's more comfortable than living in the swamp in the far sea."

"Really? Then you can live here with peace of mind from now on. Your duty is to guard the Cherimba Swamp for me. I believe this will not be a difficult task for you."

Since Lu Xinglong has no flying ability and is not good at speed, Miles doesn't want Bordeaux to take on more responsibilities, just guard the Cherimba Swamp.

"Okay, put it on me."

Accepting this task readily, Bordeaux couldn't help thinking in his heart.

"This task is not bad. As long as there are no accidents, my life should be the same as before, except that the time for sleeping is reduced a little."

Life hasn't changed much, which is the only acceptable place in Bordeaux.

Looking at the mottled dragon beneath him, Miles warned with a serious face.

"I hope you can fulfill your duty of guarding the Cherimba Swamp."

"Please rest assured, if those blind adventurers break into the swamp, I will definitely make these stupid bugs pay with their lives!"

"That's fine. I'll send you a few wargs later. With these guys, it's easier for you to monitor the swamp."

"Yes."

Giving Bordeaux the task of guarding the Cherimba Swamp, Miles finally felt a little more at ease.

A powerful dragon in the legendary realm. Although he cannot fly, he is deadly enough for most adventurers. Even if those high-level mages come over, if they are not specially prepared, they will be killed by Bordeaux's hypnotic gaze. planted in his hands.

Things in the territory are developing in an orderly manner according to his own plan, and Miles is quite pleased. The next step is to subdue those orcs.

Thinking of orcs, Miles had a trace of displeasure on his face.

"A mere orc actually dares to hurt my subordinates. It's time to let these rough guys know what real power is!"

Just as he was about to stand up and subdue those orcs, there was a vibration in a certain scale of his body. A trace of surprise flashed in Myers' eyes, and then he took out the red gemstone placed inside the scale.

"Chester? Why is he looking for me? Could it be that he found the trace of the Arcanist?"

With a little joy in his heart, Miles also had a look of anticipation on his face, and the magic power in his hand quickly poured into the gemstone. After a while, a strange face appeared in front of Miles' eyes, and the red dragon had no doubts. , he knew this was Chester.

"Is there anything you need?"

Asked directly, and soon, Chester's familiar voice came from the other end.

"Tell Lord Miles, I may need a little help."

"need help?"

Hearing this sentence, Miles couldn't help snorting.

"What a waste, I can't even find a trace of an arcanist, tell me, what help is needed."

"Um, here's the thing."

Due to the urgency of the situation, Chester simply said everything he had done before.

After hearing what Chester said, Miles also had a hint of understanding on his face.

"That is to say, you designed the Zhentarim to ambush those barbarians. Although the plan was successful and the Bedai barbarians suffered heavy casualties, the arcanist who secretly controlled the Bedai barbarians did not show up?"

"Yes, there are several tribes of the Bedai barbarians, and I belong to only one of the small tribes. After the Arcanist found out about this, he did not show up to preside over the overall situation. Instead, he transferred a powerful man from another tribe. The barbarian warriors kept things going for him."

"So what do you want to do?"

"I'm still going to implement my previous idea and kill this warrior and force the arcanist to show up in person to take charge of the situation."

"Really? It is indeed feasible in terms of plan."

Miles nodded slightly, then said.

"So you can't kill that barbarian warrior now?"

"Yes."

Although he was very reluctant to admit it in his heart, Chester knew that he was not the opponent's opponent, and he would not find a chance to kill him even in the dark. If he forcibly made some unconventional actions, even this identity might arouse the opponent's suspicion. Now At this critical juncture, he could not lose his identity as a barbarian soldier.

"Is that so?"

Miles thought for a moment, and suddenly he had an idea in his mind.

"You try to get that barbarian warrior out, no matter what method you use, as long as you get him out, I will go to the Ennook Desert in a few days, you should understand what I mean."

Chester's eyes lit up when he heard that Miles would come to the Ennook Desert, and he said excitedly.

"Don't worry, Lord Miles, as long as you come, I believe the matter will be resolved."

"Hope, don't disappoint me."

"Yes!"

Chester responded, his face disappeared instantly, and the red gem stopped flashing.

Holding the red gemstone in his hand, recalling the conversation just now, the red dragon couldn't help talking to himself.

“The schedule is quite tight.”

(End of this chapter)