Who made me a red dragon

Chapter 203 Final preparations (Please subscribe! Please recommend tickets!!)
After the battle, he took out the mage's equipment casually, and Miles turned around and flew to the land below. Just now, his dimensional bag was destroyed by the large disintegration technique, and a lot of magic equipment and gems fell on the ground. He had to pick it up quickly.

Flying to the area where the items dropped just now, Miles looked at the animal skin bag in his hand engraved with a delicate oak tree pattern, and he whispered.

"The loss of the dimensional bag has been made up for."

Opening the dimensional bag of the legendary mage, Miles did not perceive the items inside. After putting the equipment and gems scattered on the ground into the dimensional bag, he flapped his wings and flew into the sky again.

"Where's Clark? I remember throwing him over there just now."

Sensing the magic mark on Clark, Miles quickly flitted across the night sky and came to the sky above a sparse forest. At this moment, a familiar voice rang in his ears.

"Myers, I'm here! Here!"

Looking in the direction of the sound, Miles immediately saw the black scepter falling on the woodland.

With a flicker of figure, Miles appeared in front of Clark.

Holding the black weight value in his hand again, Miles couldn't help snorting.

"You run really fast!"

Clark didn't care about his performance just now.

"I can't help it. The first time the sorcerer saw it, I felt that the situation was not good. The nine-ring magic cracked, and even the divine weapon might be destroyed. I had to be afraid."

Hearing that the artifact was destroyed, Miles' face couldn't help but darken. Clark on the side saw it, and he asked suspiciously.

"Why do you have this expression? Shouldn't you be happy to kill a legendary mage? Did you have any good equipment destroyed? With all due respect, the equipment on your body is quite rubbish. When I get back the gems, I will Definitely blow these up."

After saying this, Clark suddenly realized something. If he remembered correctly, Miles seemed to really have an artifact. Although it was a secondary artifact, it was usually hidden in the scales and had almost no sense of existence, but it did It's an artifact.

Seemingly aware of something, Clark asked hastily.

"Wait, what happened to your Supreme Talisman? Is it alright?"

When Miles thought of the Supreme Talisman being blown up by the opponent's Great Disintegration, his heart seemed to be bleeding.

"It's gone, it's gone, I'm broke!"

Three pieces of equipment that were useful to him were destroyed, and Miles was in an extremely bad mood.

A look of shock appeared on Clark's face.

"No way? That legendary sorcerer's Great Disintegration Technique really blew up the Supreme Talisman? Is this luck too?"

After saying this, Clark whispered again.

"Sure enough, I made the right choice by running away early."

"What a bastard! He himself was backfired by the artifact!"

"There is always a price to be paid for destroying artifacts, isn't it?"

"Well, you're right."

Giving up on arguing with Clark, Miles put the black scepter on the wing claw again, and he flapped his wings, preparing to return to the base.

Seeing that Miles' expression was still a bit wrong, Clark couldn't help but said.

"Actually, you don't have to do this, as long as you help me find gems, I will definitely"

"Okay, okay, stop talking."

Miles interrupted Clark's words, he didn't want to hear the words that he had already heard, his eyes fell on the black scepter, Miles teased.

"Clark, do you know? Actually, I've already thought of a name for you?"

"Huh? Have you thought about a name? What name?"

"The scepter of the king of routines, I think this name is quite suitable for you."

"you!"

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After cleaning the battlefield and confirming that there were no remaining magic items, Miles flapped his wings, and after a while, he returned to the orc mountain.

Back in his cave, Miles still has a fire of anger in his heart that hasn't subsided. This damn legendary mage destroyed his equipment, including an artifact. If he doesn't get satisfactory compensation, Miles will be heartbroken To death!
Looking fiercely into the distance, that is where the Kingdom of Lincador is located.

"Old man, you are dead, but your people are not dead. They will pay for your sins! Guard, pass my order to call all four generals over!"

"Yes!"

The orc warrior responded, and then walked out of the cave, while Miles lay on the spot, quietly waiting for his subordinates to arrive.

Two minutes later, Chester, Morley and Maud all arrived in front of Miles' cave. After waiting for a while, Jeffrey also ran over in a hurry. As soon as the priest appeared, he went to Miles. Si bowed and then explained.

"Master Miles, those trolls are too violent, I have to spend a little more time to appease them, please forgive me."

"I know."

Without worrying about these trivial matters, Miles looked around at the four subordinates in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

"How are your troops trained? The war is coming soon."

Several captains glanced at each other, and Moder spoke first.

"Master Miles, please rest assured, as long as you give an order, I will bring my orcs to slaughter those elves!"

Molly glanced at Maud, and he continued.

"Master Miles, my orc troops are already starving and thirsty. They are eager to die."

Hearing this sentence, Miles nodded slightly, focusing on Chester, he asked.

"Chester, how are you getting ready?"

The wanderer's face changed slightly, he said respectfully.

"Master Miles, my troops are also ready."

"Really? It seems that you are almost ready, Jeffrey, how long will it take to control those trolls and ogres?"

The pastor closed his eyes and calculated, he said.

"If it's a deep level of control, it may take several months, but if it's just a shallow level of control, and you don't expect these trolls to make greater contributions in the future, then I only need about two days. Cast mind spells on some creatures, and temporarily be able to control these guys."

"Two days?"

Repeating this time, Miles thought that the lizardman troops in Cherimba Swamp would also need some time to assemble, and then the distribution and integration of materials would also take a little time, and two days might not be enough.

Turning his head to look at Jeffrey aside, Miles said.

"I'll give you three days. After three days, these trolls and ogres must be temporarily controlled. Is there a problem?
"No problem, please rest assured."

"That's fine."

Miles stood up suddenly, stared at the four captains in front of him, and shouted loudly.

"Everyone get ready! Three days later, I will lead you to Lincador, and all the elves I meet on the way will be slaughtered by me! I will let the blood of these self-proclaimed noble races flow in Linkador Everywhere, I will let the flames from hell burn all the trees there!"

"The war is coming!"

(End of this chapter)