In the woods that turned to scorched earth, a man with an Asian face, dressed in a gorgeous poet's costume that only appeared in murals, ran quickly towards the place where the mushroom cloud appeared before.
He skimmed over fallen tree trunks, dodged panicked animals, and ran across the burning ground at an incredible speed.
He is Ender, and this Asian face is exactly what he looked like before he traveled through time and became a dragon.
Usually, Ender would use this face to pretend to be a bard or a powerful mage from the Eastern Empire, and have a wonderful encounter with his target at a noble's ball.
But now, he had to use this costume to run on the scorched earth, just to find out who was responsible for the explosion just now.
As a conscientious brass dragon, Ender wanted to avoid the big explosion approaching the ninth-level spell, hide far away, and bury himself in the sand like his compatriots.
But this is Earth, not that damn medieval fantasy world full of dragons. Ender must figure out what is going on in this world, at least know whether there is any supernatural power in this world, so as not to die in an unclear future.
"Damn it, did I go to the island country? Is this a little boy or a fat man? He just traveled through time. Does he need a nuclear bomb?"
But Ender quickly realized that the power of the explosion was too small. If it had been a nuclear bomb, he would have turned into a roasted dragon.
"It's still too slow. It needs to be faster."
The magic power derived from blood flowed in Ender's body, dragon scales began to appear on his human face, and a pair of dragon wings broke out of his body, driving the surrounding magic power to continuously accelerate Ender's body.
"You can't be too conspicuous, you have to cover it up, the art of concealment!"
The magic covered Ender's dragon wings and scales, temporarily making him look much more normal.
So on the scorched earth after the explosion, an Asian man wearing burnt tattered clothes was suspended in the air in a strange posture, flying in a certain direction at an incredible speed.
"At least I am a human being. At worst, they will say that I am cultivating immortality..."
Ender said to himself, knowing that he could not completely conceal it, he was lucky to have broken the jar.
While flying towards the explosion point, Ender sorted out everything he had just seen.
"I can still fly and use magic. I should have realized earlier, damn, this place has magic!"
Ender reacted belatedly. Everything happened too fast, making him a little dizzy.
"It seems that this world also has magic. I won't go to Marvel. I don't want to wrestle with the purple sweet potato spirit..."
As Ender thought about it, his train of thought went a little awry. There were too many works with magical elements in his past life, but most of them were not stable places.
"It would be great if it was the world of Harry Potter. I would go to Hogwarts and be the mascot. I would have 60 sheep and 10,000 gold coins every month. The dragon guarding Hogwarts would be me, Ender!"
"If there were two people fighting, such an explosion would probably damage both sides, one corpse and two lives. Will Ender, my corpse-picking expert, take action again?"
"I know what one corpse and two lives means, but in such an explosion one of them would probably be blown to pieces. In the past, only one corpse could be seen. This is called one corpse and two lives!"
In the eyes of others, Ender talks to himself like a lunatic. In fact, this is just the behavior of brass dragons when they are under great pressure. These dragons who love to communicate will talk to themselves once there is no one to communicate with them, and they will appear everywhere.
I want to find a creature to chat with.
In the midst of this annoying chatter, Ender finally arrived at the site of the explosion. The surrounding artificial shrubs and the distorted railings all marked the former prosperity of this place.
"What the hell, this damn place was bombarded by a meteor storm or a lava spell. It's just like ten red dragons rolled the earth aside and then covered it with lava and rolled around on it!"
Ender cursed involuntarily as he looked at the scene in front of him. The buildings that once existed on this land had completely collapsed, destroyed by flames and explosions like the excrement of a red dragon on a volcano.
A pit half the size of Ender Dragon's body was located at the core of the explosion. The sand in the pit took on a ceramic-like texture under the impact and high temperature of the explosion, all of which demonstrated the terror of the explosive bomb just now.
"I hope the body is okay, and it's best if the money can be released. Bahamut bless you..."
While praying, Ander used his keen senses to search for the remaining wealth here. As a young dragon, he was about to reach the age of starting a family and starting a business. As the saying goes, a horse will not get fat without night grass, and a dragon will not be rich without windfall. Even if he returns home,
Even if we live on earth, we cannot avoid the idea of making money by touching corpses.
"Damn it, it's all gone. There's no more stuff. How can these losers set off fire explosions in their own house?"
Ender put down the charcoal in his hand in disappointment. He could see that it should be part of a priceless wood carving, but now it was just charcoal that was too hard for teeth.
"thump……"
A very light, very slow heartbeat, but Ender felt like he had found a treasure.
"Hey hey hey...I heard it, little guy, where are you?"
Ender laughed a little obscenely. He had found someone. As long as he was an intelligent creature, the next thing would be much easier. Whether he disguised himself as the other party and blended in, or accepted him as a vassal to develop his power, it would be easy for Ender.
.
"This...what? Red wine barbecue?"
Ender dug through the ruins with brute force and saw a black humanoid object in the underground wine cellar. Looking at the black charcoal, which was almost indistinguishable from human shape and exuded the aroma of wine and meat, Ender
Some have big heads.
"Are you still alive? Um, red wine and barbecue brother?"
Ender looked at the half-dead "barbecue" in front of him, and after thinking for a while, he decided to take him away first to see how much information he could get out. He was really not suitable for contacting more people like this.
Carrying Brother Barbecue on his shoulders, Ender swallowed quietly. If the brass dragon didn't eat intelligent creatures, he would have been tempted to take a bite.
"Any door!"
As a dragon who follows his heart, how could he not learn the magical skill of running away from any door?
Teleporting himself and "Barbecue" into the woods far enough away from the explosion point, Ender transformed into a dragon and started doing the old job of a brass dragon: digging holes and using fossils to create a burrow for mud.
Grab a few dead branches to make a bonfire and place it in the middle of the cave. Cover the cave with branches and leaves, and a hidden shelter is completed.
"Not bad, it looks like the stuff I learned back then can still be used. It's me as expected."
Ender boasted a few words, carefully placed the "barbecued" by the campfire with his paws, then took out a space bag from the scales on his chest, took out a bottle of healing potion and poured it on "barbecued", and took out another bottle
Potion, pry open the "barbecue" teeth, and pour it in unreasonably.
"Whether you can survive or not is up to you. If you can survive, be my little brother. If you can't survive, this place will be a good place to bury someone."
Ender said, curled up into a ball, and lay down against the bonfire. The cave was conical, with a small top and a big bottom, which could accommodate his huge body.
"Sleep, sleep, let's talk tomorrow..."
At this time, in a city dozens of kilometers away from Ander, a man with golden pupils was recording the survey results brought by his voice:
In the autumn of 1900, Cassel Manor was attacked by dragons.
Camarilla Presbyterian Church: Mayek, Gambet, and Charlotte were killed in the battle;
Lionheart Guildmaster and Camarilla heir Meineke Cassel used the spirit of words: Rhine and the invading dragons would perish together;