Who made me a red dragon

Chapter 166 Procrastination
The cold moonlight fell from the night sky, and a figure leading a horse was walking on the wasteland full of sand and gravel. Chester looked up at the desert in the distance, and at some point in the land full of yellow sand, there appeared a large stretch of land. They stand silently in the desert, as if guarding this ancient land.

"The Standing Stone Plain is here, and Osmond should be nearby."

Walking to a sand dune, using the dark vision obtained from bathing in dragon blood, Chester carefully observed the agreed place in front of him. He wanted to find something, but the sky was full of yellow sand and he couldn't see anything.

"Well, it looks like I need a little courage, but it's really dangerous to go in like this."

Whispering to himself, Chester tied his horse to a remote place, held the long sword at his waist tightly, and walked straight into the standing stone plain where the yellow sand was flying.

Shuttle through the yellow sand for a while, and soon, Chester came to the previously agreed place, looked around, and there was no figure on the bare hills, and it seemed that Osmond hadn't arrived here yet.

Knowing this fact, Chester was slightly relieved.

"In that case, just wait."

Leaning against a rock, Chester tightened his cloak and patiently waited for the trader to arrive.

A few ten minutes later, Chester, who was lurking in the dark, suddenly heard a neighing sound. Chester's face changed slightly, he became alert, and unconsciously reached for the dagger at his waist.

Slightly turning his head to the side, Chester looked towards the direction where the horse's neighing came from through the gap between the rocks. Yellow sand was flying all over the sky there, but soon, a strong man walked out of the wind and sand, and his face was full of tears. He was tall and muscular, with a pair of ferocious eyes constantly looking around under his thick eyebrows.

"Osmond! You are here at last."

Seeing this figure, a hint of joy appeared on Chester's face. As long as this guy arrives here, his mission can be said to have been completed.

The strong man named Osmond looked around, his eyes full of warning, his broad palm rubbed slightly on the handle of the scimitar, and he shouted loudly.

"Come out! I'm here as promised!"

As soon as the words fell, Chester appeared next to a huge rock. He suppressed his throat and made another low voice that didn't look like him at all.

"I don't want anyone to interfere with this transaction."

Seeing Chester's figure, the barbarian leader chuckled.

"Then it depends on whether the information you give me is valuable."

Chester's face was silent, and he said, "Have you brought the things?"

"Brought it!"

A look of disdain appeared on the face of the barbarian leader, and he threw a package in front of Chester.

"Here's what you want, check it out."

Chester looked at the package under him, he didn't pick it up or open it in a hurry, but asked instead.

"What do you want to know?"

Chester's actions made the barbarian leader's eyes show a hint of surprise. Osmond pondered for a moment, and then a hint of anger appeared on his face, and his fingers made a clear "crunching" sound as they clenched tightly.

"I want to know who is framing our tribe behind the scenes!"

"this one?"

Chester's eyes drooped slightly, as if he was organizing his words, and after a while, he spoke softly.

"You may not believe it, someone in your barbarian church has joined the Zhentarim, and he is proficient in the arrangements and plans of the high-level barbarians."

Osmond's face changed, and he roared loudly.

"Who is it? Tell me!"

Chester didn't want to say the answer directly, but said it in a way.

"Think about it carefully, there are only a few barbarian captains, and the candidate must be among them. I believe that based on your understanding, you should know who the traitor is?"

Thinking carefully about Chester's words, several barbarian captains appeared in Osmond's mind. Some of these captains died in previous battles, but some were still alive. Thinking about the past of these guys, Osmond Simon seemed to have a candidate in his mind.

His face instantly became extremely ruthless, and he couldn't help but question Chester in his eyes.

"You mean Redick?"

Chester didn't want to decide on the name. He would delay it for a while until Lord Miles came. Shaking his head, Chester said.

"It's not him, it's another one."

"another?"

Osmond just wanted to follow Chester's words and continue to think about those captain candidates, but his eyes fell on the package under Chester inadvertently. He suddenly remembered something, and there was a stern look in his eyes. He asked road.

"I'm here to ask you news, not to guess riddles with you here. By the way, why don't you open the package I gave you to confirm it now? Is it because you dare not or is there some other factor?"

Hearing these words, Chester's complexion instantly became extremely ugly. Fortunately, the tattered hood covered the upper half of his face. Even Osmond, who was not far away, could not see this mysterious man. What is the expression.

His eyes fell slightly on the package below, and Chester couldn't help but thought to himself.

"Mr. Miles, why aren't you here yet? If you continue like this, I will expose my secret."

After hesitating for a while, under the pressure, Chester had no choice but to reach out to the package below, while the eyes of Osmond below showed a hint of sternness, his lips parted slightly, and a clear word came out.

In the next second, there was a sudden change in the package that was not moving at all. The surface of the package squirmed, and then a terrible poisonous snake came out of it. The speed of the poisonous snake was abnormally fast. Its target was Chester. right hand.

Chester had been guarding against the other party's package for a long time, so the moment the poisonous snake appeared, he moved his left hand and quickly pulled out the dagger at his waist. A cold light flashed, and the poisonous snake that came out of the package immediately broke in two.

After finishing this task, Chester stepped on the poisonous snake's triangular head, gradually crushing the opponent's body, while the barbarian leader below laughed, he pulled out the scimitar at his waist, and a smile appeared on his face. A trace of harshness.

"I've known for a long time that you sneaky guys have bad intentions. I don't know what you want to do, but when I take you back, under the evil spells of those mages, I will know your purpose!"

After finishing speaking, the barbarian leader roared, and he raised the scimitar in his hand and rushed towards Chester.

Seeing this scene, Chester looked extremely sad.

"Why hasn't Lord Miles shown up yet? Did something happen?"

He complained a little about Miles' speed in his heart, but soon, Chester had no time to think. He could only draw out his long sword to fight against the opponent's scimitar.

In an instant, the sound of fierce metal collisions resounded on the barren sandy ground.

(End of this chapter)