Who made me a red dragon

Chapter 135 Immortal
The battle was still going on, even though Miles had tried his best, the opponent still stood up from the ruins again and again, as if he would never fall down, which made the red dragon extremely impatient.

"Damn it! Wouldn't the death knight die?"

Clark, who was on the wing claw, heard it and couldn't help but say.

"The fact is really like this. As far as I know, as long as the gods who created them haven't withdrawn their power of death or these knights themselves have unfinished obsessions, they won't die."

"What? Didn't you say it earlier?!"

Miles really didn't know that the death knight actually had this characteristic. He originally thought that the death knight was no different from those advanced skeletons. As long as he took a few more shots, they would turn into broken bones, but it was obvious that he was overthinking.

"Then what should I do? This guy is infinitely resurrected, I'm going to slap him!"

"The simplest method is banishment, but banishment is a seventh-level spell."

"Exile spell?"

Miles glanced at the opponent's magic resistance of up to 25 points, and he couldn't help saying.

"I feel that banishment is useless, this guy's magic resistance is ridiculously high."

Only then did Miles know what kind of opponent the Death Knight opposite him was. This was no longer an ordinary legendary creature. His troublesomeness far exceeded that of ordinary legendary creatures.

At least those legendary creatures will die.

"Is there any other way?"

When things got to this point, Miles felt helpless for the first time. This characteristic of the Death Knight could only be described as a rogue.

"I can't think of it for the moment. Maybe you can reconcile with this death knight? From his previous conversation, I feel that he should have been a paladin during his lifetime. This kind of death knight is relatively easy to talk to."

"Easy to talk? Only by giving me the secret energy core can it be considered easy to talk!"

A claw was slapped forward, and the death knight jumping in front was knocked away by Miles again, but there was another deep wound on his palm.

The dragon's blood dyed the broken ground red. Miles could no longer control the anger in his heart, and raised his head slightly. He wanted this undead creature to taste the taste of fire breath.

Fiery flames flew out of Miles' mouth, and a look of disdain flashed in the eyes of Leopold who was in the pile of rubble. The cold breath attached to the armor of his body, and the flames of the red dragon were to him There is nothing scary about it.

Miles breathed out flames to his heart's content. The enemy in front of him made him extremely impatient. He didn't believe that the opponent was immortal. He wanted to burn everything here with flames!
The fire spread wildly in the crumbling hall, and soon, the fire burned to a certain center. Leopold saw the dark blue light ball not far away, and his expression changed instantly.

The body quickly appeared in front of the dark blue ball of light. Leopold inserted the giant sword in his hand into the ground. A wave of frost spread out in all directions with him as the center. Under the powerful power of frost, the surrounding flames were instantly extinguished.

After doing this, his eyes fell on the red dragon in front of him who had lost his mind, and Leopold whispered to himself.

"What a tricky red dragon."

After finishing speaking, he pulled out the giant sword, and a terrifying power emanated from his body, and the power of frost wrapped around his body poured into the sword frantically.

Raising the giant sword, the dark blue flames in Leopold's eye sockets trembled, and he growled.

"Abyss Rage!"

Along with the death knight's low roar, a terrifying blade light emitted from his sword. The dark blue blade light cut through the space and instantly struck Miles on the chest.

A wave of extreme cold spread to Myers' whole body in an instant. Even in a berserk state, he could still feel the bone-piercing coldness. Not only that, there was another kind of force attacking his body crazily, but Myers I don't know what power that is.

Waking up from the rage, Miles looked at his chest, where a hideous wound was gushing blood.

"Are you alright?" Clarke's slightly worried voice came.

"fine."

Since the injury was received while in a violent state, with the high physical bonus at the time, although the wound in front of him was scary, the actual damage caused to Miles was not high.

Looking down at the death knight below him, Miles also knew that it was time for a truce. He was just about to say something, but the death knight said it ahead of time.

"Red Dragon, that's enough. We don't need to fight. If this fight continues, this ruin will no longer exist, and the Mithr energy core you need will also be detonated by the aftermath of the battle."

Miles was silent, and after a while, he spoke.

"So what do you want to do? I'm going to decide if Mith can nuclear! Even if I destroy this ruins, I won't hesitate!"

The death knight looked around at the hall that was on the verge of collapse, and he sighed.

"Although doing so would be detrimental to the principles in my heart, it is not impossible for you to want Mither's energy core."

"What way? Say it!"

"Find a Remnant of Nether, I ask him to be an Arcanist, bring him to me, and I will let him inherit this ruin, so that my contract with those Arcanists is complete, After I leave the ruins, you can dispose of the things in the ruins as you like."

Hearing what the other party said, Miles instantly understood the death knight's plan.

"This guy wants to use my hand to complete the contract!"

Understanding the other party's thoughts, Miles felt a little reluctant. It wasn't that he was unwilling to help the Death Knight complete the contract, but it was just too slow to do so. He wanted to get the so-called Myser Energy Core, now, immediately!

Slightly bowing his head, Miles was caught in a difficult decision, while the death knight stood beside the Misser Energy Core, quietly waiting for Miles' result.

Seeing the tangled look on Miles' face, Clark couldn't help whispering.

"Myers, for the Dragon Clan, there is actually no difference between a few years at night."

A trace of displeasure flashed in Miles's eyes. He really didn't want to accept this proposal, but the situation in front of him made him helpless. The opponent was a legendary death knight. Even though he could suppress the opponent to a certain extent, the opponent was immortal. His strength was not yet strong enough to deal with the death power of this god.

"Damn!"

Cursing angrily, Miles looked down at the death knight below him and said.

"I can promise you, but how can you guarantee that you won't let others inherit this place while I'm looking for the remnants of Nether?"

"I don't think there will be people of Nether blood coming to this ruins, but since you asked, let me tell you straight away. I have the right to appraise the qualifications of those arcanists. If I am not satisfied, they will do nothing. There won’t be, so you know what I mean?”

"It's almost there."

When the death knight said this, Miles was relieved a lot, at least he wasn't worried that the duck in his beak would fly away.

(End of this chapter)