A new round of battle began the moment Ender fired the magic missile. Angers sideways avoided the missile with an extremely obvious trajectory, allowing the missile to shatter the oil painting hanging on the wall.
"Come on, little one, let me show you the power of Halong!"
It was obvious that Ender was very excited. He didn't like fighting, but he liked to educate his opponents from a high position while beating them until they were unable to fight back.
Okay, maybe Ender just likes to torture food.
"Magic missiles may be useless, but there is always more than one way to defeat you, sleep!"
Perhaps because of his race, Ender likes to use sleep, a one-level enchantment spell. This spell can put enemies in a fan-shaped area into a sleep state, which is very similar to the breath of the brass dragon.
In a small indoor environment, the magic released within this range is the biggest killer.
A fan-shaped beam was emitted, and Angers had just dodged the magic missile. When he saw Ender raising his hand, he immediately hid behind the chair, using the chair as a cover to defend against the sleep spell.
"Magic cannot be blocked with wood. You'd better have a good sleep. As a punishment for failure, I will write 'Word Spirit is a hot chick' on your forehead."
Ender was unable to resist the influence of Time Zero, so he could only show off his power while Angers' spirit of speech had not yet recovered.
The beam of light passed through the wooden chair, and Ender showed a wicked smile, and walked over calmly.
"Shhh... Baby Ange is asleep, let me see where it is best to write on him."
Ander was confident that Ange could not resist his sleep spell. He had just used the spirit of speech and could not recover immediately.
But the next second, he knew he was wrong.
Ding!……
A folding knife stabbed out from the blind spot of Ender's vision, but was blocked by an invisible shield.
"Mage armor, useful tips, remember to shield yourself if you have nothing to do."
Ender looked at Angers who suddenly appeared from behind him. Angers was holding the folding knife with complicated patterns behind his back, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.
"It's just a discussion, there's no need to work so hard, I'm still waiting to get the rest of the reward."
Ender saw that Angers must have used the spirit of speech forcibly and escaped from the range of the sleep spell.
"This is the power of people!"
Angers said something similar to Ander.
But Ender remained uncharacteristically silent and raised his hand to indicate that the game should continue.
Angers just wanted to move, but found that his feet seemed to be entangled with something. When he lowered his head, he saw that a piece of rope was clinging to his ankles like a snake.
"Level 1 change spell, activation rope, fall down!"
Ander laughed loudly. When Angers spoke just now, he used the activated rope to summon a magic rope and sneaked to Angers' feet just for this moment.
"Wisdom is also part of strength, silly boy Angers."
The activation rope was pulled back, and Angers could no longer maintain his balance and fell forward.
At this moment, everything stopped again. Angers activated Time Zero again, and blood overflowed from his mouth. He struggled to untie the restraints, but was no longer able to maintain the spirit of speech, and could only lift the folding machine at the last moment.
The knife was thrown at Ender's open mouth.
Whoosh!
Time began to flow, and with Angers last strength, the folding knife broke through Ender's unclosed lips, inserted between his teeth, and left a small wound on Ender's tongue.
"Ouch!" Ender quickly pulled out his folding knife, took out the healing potion he had collected and poured it into his mouth.
Brass dragons are most proud of their dexterous tongues, and Ender doesn't want any problems with his mouth.
"Like a lid, Anjo, my tongue!"
Under Ender's treatment at all costs, the small cut made by the jackknife was quickly healed.
Ender was really angry now. This was the most precious organ in his body. Even if he was missing two pieces of his crotch, Ender didn't want to be without his tongue.
"I'm going to strip you naked and throw you into the magic tentacles, and let those damn magic tentacles..."
Ender subconsciously said something very bad, but he immediately realized that the person he was fighting against was not a gorgeous female mage, but a bald and handsome man in a suit.
Ender looked at Angers, and then he realized that Angers had fainted due to the forced use of the Word Spirit, and a trace of golden blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining the carpet red.
Seeing Angers miserable condition, Ender lost most of his anger. Cursingly, he took out the remaining healing potion from a bottle and poured it into Angers mouth.
"Who said you are my dependent..."
Under Ander's treatment, Angers regained consciousness quickly. He coughed up a piece of bloody phlegm stuck in his throat, pushed Ander away, and limped toward the door.
"You almost broke my tongue. I have decided that you will have to shovel my shit for two hundred years from now on."
"Whatever, if I can live two hundred years." Angers shrugged and made a gesture of spreading his hands.
"If you die, I will turn you into the lowest undead. Wait, where are you going?"
"Go pack your bags, we'll leave tomorrow." Angers said perfunctorily.
Ender didn't say anything more, but emphasized: "Remember to learn magic. If my dependents don't even know how to petrify, how can I have the face to meet a dragon?"
Anger nodded. He knew that he was completely crushed by Ender in terms of hard power. The reason why Ender suffered was entirely because Ender was too complacent.
On the other side, Ender, who had sent Angers away, began to think about his own problems. It was obvious that Ender had not fought for a long time, and he could only stand there and act like a fort mage during the competition.
What's more important is that Time Zero's time-stop ability cannot be defended at all, and he can only rely on defense to resist. The dragon spirits in this world must be stronger than Angers, and the four kings are even more natural disaster-level existences. If they fight him, they will be equal to him.
It's like beating a grandson.
"I'm going to go to Tongwan City with Ange right away to find the sacrifice ceremony. My strength is still not enough. What should I do?"
Ender was worried about his own strength, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and looked at the red dragon cub specimen that was visiting the table.
"What do you think would happen if you dedicated this thing to God?" This idea popped up in Ender's mind uncontrollably.
In Ender's world, that is, the world view of DND, all dragons are the original dragons: the descendants of the dragon god Io, and the metal dragons believe that they are Io's most perfect creations.
However, although the dragons in this world are very similar to the dragons in the DND world, they are fundamentally different: they are not created by Io, but originate from the Black King Nighold.
Therefore, in Ender's eyes, the dragons in this world are like imitations of real dragons created by some evil god. This offense against real dragons is enough to make any pure dragon furious, including those aloof dragon gods.
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So when the gods turn their attention to this world, they will soon find that there is only one of them here, and that is Ender.
According to Ender's idea, he would most likely become a mercenary of these gods, and be imbued with a lot of divine power. He would punish evil and promote good in this world, and at the same time promote the dragon gods.
Just do it, Ender takes action immediately
He took out the space bag from his body. Don't ask Ender where he took it out. There are always gaps in the dragon's body where things can be hidden.
Ender took out three shrines from the space bag. The largest one was engraved with the Milky Way Nebula, which is the divine emblem of Bahamut, the King of Good Dragons. He likes to uphold justice and fight evil chromatic dragons throughout the universe.
The second, slightly smaller one has a brass faucet with a wicked smile on its face. This is Asterina, the envoy of Io. She is the god worshiped by the brass dragons. She loves knowledge and play. She is a
A god from the chaotic camp.
The third one is an open book, representing "Joke" Hel, the most amiable of the three gods, in charge of inspiration and humor. Ender is his light believer, and Carvin often writes when he can't write.
Say goodbye.
"It's no use having a backer. I don't know what the expressions of these dragon gods will be like when they see this fake red dragon."
With a mischievous smile on his face, Ander couldn't wait to move the table and put down the shrine, preparing to give the gods a big surprise.
"Ms. Joker will probably like this surprise very much. The other two will probably be furious."
"It's okay to be angry. The angrier you are, the more rewards I will get for killing these pseudo-dragons..."
Ande calmed down and began to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony...