Who made me a red dragon

Chapter 74 Magic Missile (Please recommend tickets!!!)
Holding the black scepter in hand, Miles began to cast spells according to the method in the bloodline memory. The weak magic energy slowly condensed in front of the scepter. After a while, three missiles shining with magic light appeared.

After the spell was released, Miles looked at the stone giant not far below him. He chuckled, and three magic missiles flew towards each other instantly.

Greg looked at the three magic missiles flying quickly in the sky, his one eye was blazing with anger, it was an insult to him that the damned red dragon did attack him with such a low-level spell.

If he was facing an ordinary enemy, he could forcefully swallow this low-level spell and kill the opponent at close range, but this red dragon is in the sky, and it is not his territory, so he has no way to attack.

"Damn!"

Roaring angrily, Greg jumped. He tried to avoid the magic missile attack, but the magic missiles flying in the air were like piranhas smelling blood, and they didn't lose their target at all.

Drawing a beautiful arc in the dark night sky, the magic missile accurately hit the giant's broad back.

A slight explosive sound came from Greg's back. The giant looked gloomy. He touched his back with his hand and looked down. His callused palm was covered with blood.

Although the magic missile cannot seriously hurt him, it is obvious that this kind of low-level spell can hurt him, even if the injury is very light.

One-eyed glared at the blood-red figure in the sky, Greg roared loudly.

"Shameless red dragon, fight to the death with me!"

"A fight to the death?"

Miles snorted and automatically filtered these words.

Continue to cast magic missiles, and the faint magic light lights up again. Although this low-level spell has low damage, it is still somewhat effective against these stone giants who have no magic resistance.

Several magic missiles flew towards the stone giant again, and the stone giant tried to dodge again, but unfortunately he still failed, the magic missile hit his shoulder again this time.

Blood dripped down the gray skin onto the giant axe. At this moment, Greg realized that this low-level spell might be a sure hit.

His eyes fell on the ancient trees beside him. Greg, who was experienced in combat, did not intend to continue to be a target here. His intuition told him to find some hidden places to block the opponent's spell attacks.

Two rounds of magic missiles hit the opponent, but the opponent was still jumping around in the woods like a normal person, which made Miles feel a little disgusted.

"The damage of this spell is really low."

Although he really wanted to fly closer and give the opponent a breath of flame, but after seeing the intuitive dodge and proficient in intuitive dodge on Greg's attribute bar, Myers had to give up this idea.

"Forget it, grind him slowly! Anyway, the magic missile consumes very little of my magic power."

The magic missile with faint light formed again in front of Myers, casting the magic missile. Myers now has a deeper understanding of evocation spells.

It is true that in his previous cognition, the damage of the evocation spells he can learn now is not as good as that of flame breath, but in this situation, instead of using dragon breath, which consumes a lot of energy and is easy to dodge, Using evocation damage spells is indeed a better choice.

"It seems that after this war is over, I still have to learn an advanced fire evocation spell as an auxiliary. If this is the case, let's learn a fireball spell."

As a natural red dragon warlock, learning the fireball technique was as simple as eating and drinking water for Miles. After deciding this matter in his heart, several magic missiles were shot out from in front of Miles again.

Greg ran wildly in the woods to avoid the attack of magic missiles. This low-level spell has now brought him unimaginable trouble. Facing the giant dragon in the sky, he could hardly find any effective shelter .

Up to now, he has been attacked by at least twenty magic missiles, and those missiles hit various parts of his body. Maybe the damage of these magic missiles is not high, but the accumulation of these slight injuries, even if he Some can't hold it anymore. .

Hiding behind an old tree, Greg panted heavily, looking at the red dragon flying above his head with resentment, his fists were tightly clenched, and his knuckles turned white .

"I can't do this anymore."

Experience told him that he couldn't go on like this, but he didn't think of any effective way to fight back. Unless he had wings, he couldn't help the red dragon at all.

"Damn lizard!"

He hammered the ground hard, and at this moment, a sense of weakness surged into his heart suddenly, the vision in front of him turned a little bit, Greg was keenly aware of something, he looked at his body, the blood had already covered him His gray skin was stained the color of blood.

He lost too much blood, and if he continued to suffer from the opponent's spell bombardment, he would die.

Realizing this, Greg's face remained silent. The opponent did have a natural advantage to some extent, and most importantly, the opponent knew how to use this advantage to fight him.

The cruel reality gave Greg a hard time. After realizing that he could not threaten the red dragon, Greg had no choice but to suppress the anger in his heart. Now he should be thinking about his own escape.

Looking at the dense forest around him, the stone giant thought for a while, and then he identified a direction. Now he wants to escape from here. As for the red dragon, he will find a way to deal with him in the future!

"Little brat, you wait for me!"

After saying this, Greg jumped out from behind the tree. He walked like flying, and quickly rushed to the dense forest ahead.

Miles, who was releasing magic missiles, saw the stone giant in front of him trying to run away. He was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"I finally escaped. If you don't run away, I really thought that the magic missile would not hurt you."

With the corners of his mouth raised slightly, Miles stopped casting spells. Now he wanted to bring this battle to an end.

Flying behind the giant, Miles inhaled slightly, the next second, a cone-shaped flame shot out from his mouth, Greg sensed the danger behind him, he rolled to the right and narrowly avoided it one strike.

After extinguishing the flames splashing on his body, the one-eyed stone giant just wanted to stand up, but at this moment, the weakness from deep in his body enveloped him, his legs and feet staggered, and he almost fell down.

Knowing his critical situation, Greg couldn't care about anything anymore. With a loud roar, blood poured into his eyes, and he started berserk. With the help of his last strength, Greg ran again. He wanted to escape to The large army of stone giants, only there, he can escape.

Seeing this scene in the sky, Miles snorted.

"If you had started your rage earlier, it would have been possible for you to escape. Unfortunately, now, you have no chance of escaping anymore."

Passing over the head of the Golem, scorching flames fell from the sky, and the forest was ablaze.

Greg struggled to dodge in the sea of ​​flames, he avoided the first blow and also the second blow, but as the berserk force gradually receded, he felt weaker than ever.

His legs could no longer exert strength, and his speed gradually slowed down. Miles saw this scene in the sky, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Flapping the wings, the body swooped down, and the blazing flames devoured everything.

(End of this chapter)