Chapter 53: Lair and Promotion

The Nest of Embers.

"Quick, bring up the stones."

"Lord Doro said that we need to make room for the trebuchet."

"okay."

"Captain, why did you hit me?"

"You blocked the window, idiot!"

The goblins also routinely build fortifications to make the stone fortress more impregnable.

Well-trained hobgoblins replaced them as sentinels, further reducing their status in the nest, but these timid creatures still dared not speak out.

"Open the door, we want to come in."

The lizardmen at the city gate called out.

The sled behind them was still dragging a huge corpse, and warm blood was still flowing out.

The lizard people had just arrived and were temporarily responsible for patrolling and hunting.

The strong and powerful Lizardman Chieftain Ake possesses superb hunting skills, and he can always lead the Lizardmen to besiege and kill the huge long-haired pigs and mammoths. The old shaman sits in the valley, using druid spells to heal the wounded.

The satyrs love the strongest wines, the most fragrant spices, and the most dazzling dances.

Soon after entering the Burning Embers, these bard-like fellows began to celebrate all night long and revel.

It was not until Trump became annoyed by the noise and beat a dancing satyr to death with a stick and made a roasted satyr that these guys calmed down, but looked a little depressed.

They use magic pan flutes to play different melodies, causing the enemy to fall into states of panic, charm, etc.

The ogres gathered again deep in the valley, and Trump's literacy class began again.

This ogre mage has been doing well recently, as a caravan from the town of Sger brought back more than twenty precious magic scrolls.

——These include practical second-level spells such as [Phantom Steps], [Magic Rope], [Human Immobilization], and even third-level spells such as [Smelly Cloud].

This undoubtedly freed him from the embarrassment of being a mage who only knew how to cast Fireball.

Trump treasured them and stored them in the cave. He arranged guards at the door and did not allow anyone to approach. He stayed in the cave day and night to study magic.

"I need to build a wizard tower."

Trump thought so as he pushed his newly received gold-framed glasses.

Compared to his huge body that was more than five meters tall, the cave seemed a bit narrow.

He was considering building a mage tower like all serious mages to store magic scrolls and items and spread his name on the continent. Now he has thought of a good name -

"Great Intelligence"

It can reflect both size and intelligence.

It would be even more perfect if it could be labeled as Burning Embers Nest, Grand Blueprint, etc.

But now, the noisy and angry curses of the surrounding ogres brought Rumpula back to reality.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

Big Head poked his head out from the side and said happily:
"Why aren't you talking? Do you want to share some food with us?"

"I want to eat a green-skinned goblin!"

"I want to eat canned little people!"

Trump's face, covered with dragon scales, was suddenly covered with a thick layer of haze.

"Shut up for me!"

He hit Big Head on the head with a club. The terrifying power after he turned into a dragon made Big Head cry and his forehead was red and swollen.

"boom!"

Big Head actually fell down straight.

"Does everyone...know?"

A kind smile appeared on Trump's scaly, ferocious face, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth.

He ignored his fainted head, took out a few lifelike scrolls drawn by the Faun Studio, and pointed at the goblin patterns on them. "Come on, read after me--"

"companion."

With the lesson of Big Head, the ogres became more obedient and dared not cause trouble anymore. They just followed the chanting:

"companion--"

Trump finally nodded slightly in satisfaction. These guys have finally made some progress.

But then, the group of ogres did not stop.

"good to eat!"

This sound was more uniform than before, and it revealed a kind of simple joy of an old farmer over a good harvest.

Trump's face, which had just returned to normal, turned dark again. His thick arms were slightly bulging, and veins bulged under his dragon scales.

"Click."

The gold-rimmed glasses he had just received were once again broken by the bulging blue veins.

This made Trump's eyes even angrier.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Suddenly, wailing was heard everywhere in the ogre cave.

……

Giant's Mouth Cave.

Inside the red dragon's residence.

Cassius shook himself and sniffed the scent of sulfur and pumice around him.

Before every red dragon enters adolescence, its body overflows with vigorous energy, and these impurities are mixed in the air, causing this smell to appear.

"It's about to enter hibernation."

Cassius thought so.

The experience he had gained from the giant evil snowman had not yet been used. He stared at his panel and upgraded his level.

[Choose to upgrade the warlock level]
[Your warlock level is increased to level 6]
[Obtain additional third-level spell [Fireball]]
The method of casting Fireball appeared in the Red Dragon's mind. Although it was a third-level spell, Fireball seemed so simple and crude, just one word - boom.

As a red dragon who was born with the power to control fire, Cassius seemed very adept at casting this spell.

It only took him a few tries before he was able to summon blazing fireballs and blast them at the ground at will.

"boom!"

The fireball hit the stone surface, causing a large area of ​​charred land.

"No wonder there were warlock players who formed the Fireball Cult in the past. It's really refreshing to release this thing."

Cassius couldn't help but say.

[Gained the characteristic [Advanced Elemental Affinity]]
[The blood of the ancient red dragon gives you fiery power. When you cast a spell that causes the same damage type as your dragon bloodline, you can use your own charm to add a bonus to the spell.]
Although he is a pure red dragon of the old Tiamat's red flag, Cassius, as a dragon vein warlock, taps into his bloodline and obtains far more spells than ordinary dragon vein warlock players, and the characteristics he obtains are also more powerful.

Most warlocks only know a few spells and cast them repeatedly, often becoming a turret in the team. But mages have a full range of spells and can flexibly adjust the spells they prepare every day.

Therefore, at high levels, once the magic table is figured out, it is difficult for a warlock of the same level to compete with a well-prepared mage.

In Cassius's opinion, the professional ability of the Dragon Vein Warlock has been unable to keep up with the development of his own strength.

For example, the characteristics of the Dragon Vein Warlock profession in the middle and late stages, such as [Dragon Wings], [True Dragon Majesty], [Transform into Dragon], etc., are not even icing on the cake for him, but more like adding unnecessary details.

Does he have to grow four wings?
Or is it about making a dragon transform into a dragon?

Or another level of dragon power?
At this time, the importance of part-time jobs and advanced careers is reflected.

However, many human professions are not suitable for red dragons, such as warriors and paladins, which have various restrictions on weapons, equipment, beliefs, etc.

Therefore, the Red Dragon has not decided to develop other professions and can only hope to find hidden and advanced professions.

　Thank you all for your monthly tickets and recommendation votes. The name of Red Dragon Lord has been taken, so let's leave it like this for now. Let's take a look at the new cover.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)