Who made me a red dragon

Chapter 162 Cruel means (recommendation ticket please!!!)

After getting rid of the orc priest who got in the way, Miles finally felt a little better.

"Fortunately, orcs are not talented in the profession of priests. If there is a high-level priest, this battle will be quite difficult."

Looking back at the orc leader behind him, after the other party suffered a tail blow, blood overflowed from the freshly healed wound again, his chest heaved and fluctuated, but the madness in his eyes did not recede.

"The will to fight is quite strong."

I have to admit that no matter what the orc warrior in front of him was like before, Miles really appreciates the spirit of this kind of death-fighting. If he didn't have this kind of firm will, I'm afraid he wouldn't have become Gruumsh's divine warrior.

"In this case, I must also give you a decent way to die."

After shaking his body, Miles began to chant spells in a low voice, while the orc leader at the side raised his giant ax again, his muscular arms trembled slightly, and Dirac looked at the red dragon's face full of unwillingness and hatred.

He is the mighty, brutal orc god, the champion of Gruumsh, and he will never fall here, he has not fulfilled his promise to Gruumsh, and has not spread destruction and chaos to those human kingdoms.

"Red Dragon, you are blocking my way."

"Whoever stands in the way, die!"

With a final cry, Dirac mustered all his strength and slashed at the red dragon in front again.

Miles didn't care, he chanted the spell in a low voice, and soon, the spell was completed, and a circle of magical aura enveloped his body.

"Acceleration!"

The figure of the red dragon suddenly turned into many phantoms, moving forward in the air at a speed that Radik could not understand.

In a rage, Radek swung the ax wildly, but he didn't even touch Miles' hair.

"ended."

Whispering, Myers, who was in a fast movement, easily found the opening of Dirac, slapped out with one claw, and Dirac's figure flew into the distance again.

But this time Miles didn't give the opponent a chance to stand up, and the flames that had been prepared were sprayed out.

The flames engulfed the orc leader in an instant, and Dirac only had time to let out a wail before his body turned into a ball of coke and fell straight to the ground.

"solved."

Looking directly at the black charcoal falling to the ground, Miles sighed.

"If only I could cultivate such a loyal fighter."

"That's a little difficult."

Clark cut in untimely, he said.

"Without the priest's brainwashing, these orcs would not be so loyal."

"Priest?"

Miles knows how powerful these priests are. If he wants to maintain his rule, the presence of priests is necessary. The significance of his existence is not only to strengthen internal rule, but also to effectively fight against preachers who preach other gods.

It's just that Miles doesn't have the ability to issue divine spells to priests now, that's something only gods can do.

"Take your time, let's solve the orc problem first."

Turning to look at the low mountain next to it, the orcs hiding in the dark cave saw that the leader was dead, and the chaos spread again. Some orcs had already run down the mountain and rushed into the vast mist.

Myers frowned slightly. These orcs will be the main force to attack the city later, and he will not let these guys slip away.

Flapping his wings, Miles' figure quickly flitted across the air. He came in front of the orc soldiers who were trying to escape, and hot flames shot out from his jaw.

The remaining weeds and bushes on the wasteland were ignited, forming an arc of fire, blocking the orcs' escape route.

Some of the orcs tried to step over the flames, but when they did, his body was reduced to a wisp of ash.

Finally, under Miles' high-handed tactics, these orcs with sharp fangs and green skin realized that they should choose to surrender now.

Flying over the heads of the orcs, looking at these dirty green-skinned creatures, Miles roared loudly.

"Orcs, listen carefully. Now, I, the great ruler of all things—Miles is your leader. You must obey my orders. Anyone who disobeys the orders shall die!"

The moment Miles finished speaking, an orc hiding in the dark shouted loudly.

"You are a red dragon, you are not qualified to lead us!"

As soon as this sentence appeared, it got the support of many orcs. They roared loudly to vent their dissatisfaction with the rule of the red dragon.

Listening to the shout like a wave, the red dragon's expression was gloomy.

"These orcs are really as brainless as the rumors say! If that's the case, don't blame me for killing them!"

A huge fireball appeared in front of Miles. With a push of the red dragon's arm, the fireball immediately hit the place where the resistance was the most intense.

"Not good, run away!"

The orcs saw the fireball roaring in the sky, and they tried their best to dodge, but the fiery flames still engulfed several orcs.

After finishing this task, Miles looked at these orcs, and he asked in a cold voice.

"What about now? Do you still recognize my rule?"

The orcs standing on the wasteland looked at each other, and they all saw the fear in each other's eyes. The red dragon in front of them was as violent as the rumors said. As long as they dared to oppose it, they would definitely end up no better than their leader.

Lowering their heads slightly, just as these orcs were about to kneel down, another cry came from a mountain not far away.

"Orcs are never slaves!"

Hearing these words, Myers' eyes suddenly flashed fiercely, his figure flickered, and Myers flew to the side of the mountain.

A large group of orcs naturally moved out of the way, and an elderly orc with a staff appeared in front of Miles.

Seeing the red dragon, the old orc said without fear.

"Red Dragon, even if you kill all the warriors of our tribe, you can never expect to gain their allegiance. Under the divine light of Lord Gruumsh, we will soon make a comeback. By then, the whole world will be at our feet Trembling!"

"is it?"

Miles has no interest in refuting this old man. Judging from his attire, he should be a shaman in the orc tribe. These guys have an extremely firm belief in Gruumsh. For Miles, only death is the best for these guys. destination.

"Then go to die!"

A scorching ray shot out from Miles' fingertips, the flame pierced the old man's chest, and he fell powerlessly to the ground.

After dealing with this stubborn orc shaman, Miles looked around at the orcs again, and he shouted loudly.

"Now? Who else dares to oppose me?!"

Many orcs were silent. They stared at the huge body of the red dragon, and finally bent down and knelt on the ground.

(End of this chapter)