Who made me a red dragon

Chapter 92 Thunder Means
The roar echoed loudly into the depths of the swamp. The birds that were pecking at the carrion were frightened and flew up. Many tiny bubbles appeared on the originally calm lake surface.

Miles ignored the changes in the surrounding environment. He stood there and waited patiently. After a while, a pale gray-green figure emerged from the gray mist, and some weird heads emerged from the rotting swamp.

Looking around, Miles saw the terrified expressions on the faces of this group of lizardmen who came, he snorted, and then said.

"Where is the leader of your tribe? Let him come to me!"

The lizardmen who emerged looked at each other in dismay, and they discussed in a low voice, but after Miles gradually increased his aura, several heads sticking out of the water immediately submerged into the lake again.

Looking at the figures leaving in the lake, Miles finally had time to observe the appearance of these lizardmen.

This is a race about the size of a human, covered with gray or green scales, with a short mouth full of fangs, and a thick tail flicking from time to time.

"The appearance is not bad, but I don't know what his personal attributes are like."

Whispering to himself, Miles began to check the individual information of these lizards.

Race: Lizardmen
Danger level: level 1

Attributes: Strength 13, Agility 10, Constitution 13, Intelligence 9, Charisma 10
Skills: Balance, Jump, Swim
Special Ability: Hold your breath

Feat: Multiple Attacks

"It's okay, the foundation is not bad, and they can all be trained as fighters in the future."

I have to say that the basic attributes of these lizardmen are quite good, without any special weaknesses, and it would be great to serve as the main force in future wars.

Just as Miles was thinking about how to train these lizardmen into fighters, a tall lizardman walked out of the mist. Compared with other lizardmen, this lizardman had a stronger physique and sharper eyesight.

Holding a spear in his hand, he looked at Miles with eyes full of vigilance and fear.

Not far from Miles, the tall lizard man spoke in dragon language.

"Master Red Dragon, I don't know why you called me?"

Miles looked down at each other, and he asked indifferently.

"Are you the leader of this lizard tribe?"

"Yes, I am the leader of the Black Claw Tribe!"

"That's fine, you can die!"

After saying this, Miles raised his arm without hesitation, and under the astonished eyes of all the lizardmen, he slapped the lizardman leader in front of him into a pulp.

Seeing this situation, the surrounding lizardmen were stunned for a while, and the next second, there were many screams, and all the lizardmen desperately fled to the distance. Only one of them looked at Miles. fear.

Sensing that the lizardman beside him was slipping away in various ways, Miles' expression became extremely cold, and he raised his arm and said loudly.

"Whoever of you dares to run away before my eyes will end up the same as your leader!"

The moment he finished speaking, Miles stretched out his left hand, and a scorching flame ray shot out from his palm immediately. The target of the ray was a lizardman who was intending to sneak into the swamp.

With a scream, the flames ignited until the lizard man who was trying to escape was swallowed up.

Seeing this scene, all the lizardmen who were about to leave stopped, because they knew that the red dragon in front of them was powerful enough to kill them all.

Noticing that all the lizardmen around him had calmed down, Miles nodded slightly.

"It's not stupid."

Flapping its wings, exuding a huge coercion, watching these lizardmen trembling under their dragon power, Miles said in a declarative tone.

"From today, all the lizardmen of the Black Claw Tribe are my people! You should be really happy about this, I will bring you food, and I will bring you war. Remember, you are now My property!"

As Miles finished his declaration, the surrounding lizardmen all knelt down to express their surrender to him, but some lizardmen showed a trace of doubt in their eyes, and they all looked at an old man lying on the ground.

Aware of the doubtful looks from the lizard men around him, the old lizard man holding the staff raised his head slightly, but the moment he raised his head, he met Miles' cold gaze.

"Old man, tell me, what's going on?"

The moment the lizard man lying on the ground saw Miles, he trembled with fright, and he spoke slowly after a while.

"Master Red Dragon, our living land is located in the territory of a black dragon. In the past years, we have helped that black dragon with chores. Now you let us rely on you. There is no problem, but that black dragon"

"Oh I got it."

After seeing the suspicious eyes of these lizardmen, Miles thought there was something wrong, but he didn't expect that a black dragon had already controlled these guys.

"Tell me the location of the black dragon."

The old lizard man quickly pointed in a direction deep in the swamp. Miles followed the old man's finger and nodded.

"I'll deal with this black dragon later, tell me now, what's your name, and your status in the Black Claw tribe."

"Master Red Dragon, my name is Hal, and I am the witch doctor of the Black Claw tribe."

"Witch doctor?"

Miles doesn't know much about witch doctors, but in the common sense understanding of the Dragon Clan, witch doctors should have the same status as orc shamans, and they can be regarded as some respected elders.

"In this case, you go back now and call the tribe to prepare. After I finish the black dragon, you can officially take refuge in me."

Hearing Miles' words, the lizardman witch doctor named Hal was relieved.

"Then I will wait for your arrival in the tribe."

"Call all the people from your tribe!"

"Yes."

After finishing the order, Miles didn't waste any more time. He quickly flew into the sky, while Clark, who was on the wing claw, asked at this time.

"Why do you want to kill that lizardman leader? I think that guy's strength should be pretty good."

"There is no reason. A strong and powerful leader will always cause a lot of troubles. I need to take charge of this tribe quickly, but I am not interested in wasting time on that guy, so I can only let him die."

Clark was surprised to hear that, he said.

"Is this your red dragon's political philosophy?"

"No, it's just a small means of control."

(End of this chapter)