Who made me a red dragon

22 Mist
Feeling the dark wind coming from the passage, Miles took a deep breath, and he said to the kobold patriarch beside him.

"Patram, you stay at the entrance of the cave, remember! Don't let anyone in!"

"Yes! Lime will definitely guard the entrance of the cave! Don't worry, Lord Holy Dragon."

Receiving Patraim's accurate reply, Miles raised the corners of his scaled mouth slightly, humming a light tune, and the young red dragon couldn't wait to get into the dark passage.

The faint magic runes are evenly distributed on the smooth walls of the passage, and the faint light of cool color emanates from them, increasing the light in the passage.

The magic runes seem to be arranged along an existing pattern, which may be the form of a certain school of magic. If there is a master who is proficient in magic knowledge here, he should get a lot of information about the ruins.

It's a pity that Miles doesn't know anything about magic, and he can't get more specific things from those scattered runes.

His eyes gradually fell on Clark on the winged claws, and the scepter coughed twice, he said.

"Myles, why are you looking at me like that?"

The red dragon stretched out its paws and rubbed the scales on its chin, enjoying the little stimulation brought by the friction, and he fell into a state that seemed to be thinking, he said.

"I have an experienced teammate. Although it may not be of practical help in terms of combat power now, I look forward to it solving some problems for me."

"Uh"

Clark paused for a while before he spoke.

"Have you ever thought that your teammate has encountered a major accident, he is in trouble now, and his memory is very confused, if you can solve these things that are bothering him for him, I believe it will bring you unexpected help."

Miles snorted, and he didn't want to continue this conversation anymore. He said bluntly, "Do you recognize these runes?"

"It's quite old, I have a little impression, the previous owner seems to have studied it, but you know, I'm just a smart magic item, or a scepter, I'm not interested in things like magic, so..."

Clark's voice gradually weakened, Miles had no choice but to nod.

"Well, I knew I wouldn't get any useful information out of you."

Looking forward, the cool rune light is still trying to illuminate the passage, but there is a large mist in the middle of the passage.

These dark gray mist filled the narrow passage, preventing Miles from moving forward.

Walking to the side of the mist, Miles found a faint strange aura lingering on the mist. The young red dragon opened his eyes wide and wanted to see the scene inside the mist, but unfortunately his dark vision could not let his vision penetrate. Through this slightly weird black mist.

Just when Miles was about to use some means to probe the weird mist, Clark suddenly spoke.

"This is the breath of negative energy."

"Negative Energy?"

"Yes, it is negative energy."

A strange color flashed in his eyes, and the blood memory about negative energy appeared in his mind.

Negative energy is a kind of basic energy that exists in the plane, but compared with other energies, negative energy appears more in cemeteries full of undead and skeletons. Undead creatures prefer this kind of energy, and this kind of energy is also The source of power that drives undead creatures to devour flesh and blood.

"Go forward, these fogs mixed with negative energy will do no harm to you, as long as you can ignore the vague whispers and painful groans."

After a small blow from Miles, Clark was in full swing at this time. He wanted to prove his worth. Although Miles failed to awaken his magic ability, his metamagic expertise was useless.

But Clark knew he didn't need to use metamagic feats to prove his worth, because metamagic feats were just an embellishment to his abilities.

"It's almost there."

Knowing that the mist was harmless, Miles snorted twice, and walked into the mist swaggeringly with his body.

Walking in the fog, Miles tried his best to see the scene in front of him clearly. Unfortunately, the fog interfered too much with his vision. The red dragon could only see three or four meters around him clearly, which made him quite uncomfortable.

Not only that, but the viscous feeling on the surface of the body made him very uncomfortable. As a giant dragon that likes flames and magma, the red dragon's body surface often exudes high temperature, and the water vapor mixed with negative energy in the mist and its body The scales of the watch touch, leaving only filth.

"Looks like I'm going to have to take a good shower after this adventure."

Whispering softly, on the stone wall of the narrow passage, he vaguely saw some damaged wooden frames, and touched those frames in the past, the wooden frames that were standing upright suddenly collapsed, falling on the ground and raising a large amount of dust.

"Cough cough. Cough cough."

Miles also didn't expect that these wooden frames would be so fragile. These things stood here for the purpose of building the inner door of the passage. Looking up, the natural arch on the wall further verified his guess.

"I may have come to the inside of the main entrance of the ruins, maybe the location of the front hall."

With a feeling of surprise in his heart, the young red dragon raised his vigilance, and he walked forward carefully.

Although the red dragon is arrogant, it is not stupid. Without knowing the details of this ruins, Miles does not dare to run rampant. God knows what terrible traps are hidden here.

Observing the surroundings keenly, Miles said softly.

"Clark, have you sensed anything strange around you?"

"No, these fogs have a strong interference with my perception. If I find anything, I will tell you in advance."

"That's fine."

After walking for a while, Miles felt as if he had reached the center of the front hall. He was just about to find out if there was a place nearby where he could light a torch, when Clark suddenly said hastily.

"Miles, something is coming towards you fast!"

"What?! Something is approaching me? Where is it?"

Miles heard an unknown creature approaching him, and his sharp claws opened instantly. He looked around fiercely, ready to attack any creature that dared to attack him.

"On your left, oh my God! It's going too fast, watch out!"

"On my left?"

Hearing Clark's prompt, Myers' eyes became sharp, and the sharp dragon claws exuded a deadly metallic luster in the mist. Facing the unknown creature that attacked him, Myers roared angrily, and his sharp claws slammed fiercely. Grab it on the left!
But the moment he touched the opponent, Miles felt a soft touch from his sharp claws, and at the same time, a kind of coldness enveloped him, and that coldness made him feel like falling into an abyss.

(End of this chapter)