The flame rays came, and Jose did not frown at all, but still hit his body with magic attacks.

Then a shocking scene appeared. The scorching flame ray hit the red dragon. Not to mention being injured, even the scales did not have any scars, just as if the scorching flame ray with extremely strong penetration was not high-level magic, but harmless laser.

The legendary orc warrior widened his eyes, and Monk Yan Yew sat upright from the chair, with his solemn eyes carefully observing the part where the red dragon was hit.

There are indeed no scars. Not only that, the energy in the hit area is significantly higher than that of other areas, just like a red dragon's body ate the [Raging Flame Ray].

The orc mage was shocked. As a legendary mage, he knew what this meant, which meant a very powerful magic resistance that was almost fire free.

Is it pure energy resistance, or...

He glanced at Honglong deeply: "It seems that he really underestimated you! But next..."

Seeing the orc mage continue to test himself on the pretext, Jose cursed in his heart: Shameless bastard.

"Okay, Lord Monk, you really want to blow up here. Of course, if you decide to do this, I have no objection."

Hearing the threatening meaning of the Red Dragon's words, Monk Yan Howl dispelled the magic elements gathered in his hands, thought for a while, and then said: "I admit that you are qualified to discuss cooperation with me. In order to make the cooperation smoothly, we will first discuss the responsibilities of both parties and the distribution of spoils to avoid a disagreement."

"No problem! That's what I want to say!"

The orcs don’t trust the red dragon, and the red dragon doesn’t trust the orcs. He continued: “I’m dealing with the fire crow, oh no, it should be the Golden Feather Crow’s purpose is to use its contract as a summoning beast to assist in the battle. As long as this purpose is achieved, everything else can be given to you.”

It seems that the Red Dragon is generous and takes the initiative to give up all spoils, but it is not.

The most precious thing about the Golden Feather Crow is the extraordinary creature itself, a combat power that is not weaker than a legendary wizard. If it is exchanged for wealth, what a spoil it is.

The orc mage raised his eyelids: "Old Jose, my efforts and gains are not equal."

Red Dragon disagreed: "What's wrong with me? I'll harvest the summoned beast. You can get rid of a huge safety hazard and win-win."
Chapter completed!