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Chapter 3: The Story of the Brass Dragon

Dragon sleep can be very long or very short. As a former human, Ender is used to taking a short nap every day so that he can blend in better among humans.

In his hazy sleep, Ender's consciousness appeared in a sea of ​​stars. It was a sea of ​​stars spread out like a spider web. Each star was a memory of his, which included knowledge inherited from his bloodline, as well as information about his past and present lives.

Everything I have experienced.

And among the stars surrounded by stars, there is a giant dragon with a plow-shaped crown. It is Ender himself. The dragon's body is written in ethereal words:

Name:Andrex

Sex: Male

Age: 98 years old (youth)

Race: Brass Dragon

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Occupations: Level 13 Dragon Warlock, Level 5 Bard

Spells:

Flash, Mage's Hand, Acid Splash, Understanding Languages, Disguise, Fireball, Magic Missile, Hypnosis, Any Door...

A long list of dizzying spell names proved that Ender had indeed not wasted these hundred years, especially when he discovered that although he was a warlock, he could also learn some wizard magic through his blood.

Ender calls this space his memory palace. With the existence of the memory palace, he can not only learn various knowledge from his ancestors, but also organize the memories of past lives at any time.

He was now standing in front of a bright star, which stored his memory today.

"Very good, very good. I left my own traces at the scene, but they all look like humans. Even if someone with super observation comes, they will only find that a strange human saved the barbecue."

Ender couldn't let "Barbecue" disappear inexplicably, he also had to use this person to integrate into the world.

"When the time comes, I will pretend to be Nalan Ande, the qigong practitioner of the Yunlan Sect, and those mortals will bow before me."

Scratching his chin, Ender continued to think about his integration plan.

"When the time comes, I'll knock this guy who turned into a barbecue guy again. I, Ancestor Ande, used the Buddha's Wrathful Lotus for millions of years to save your life. How can I ask you for hundreds of gold coins..."

Poor Angers didn't know that he was determined to slay the dragon, but was about to be blackmailed by a dragon.

After thinking about it for a while in the memory hall, Ender's fantasy about the future exited his consciousness. He was now in a good mood and wanted to find someone to chat with.

In the crypt, Ender's huge body sat next to the bonfire, curled up like a cat, with his hands under his body and his head facing the "barbecue" lying on the ground.

"Young humans, I am Andrex, the Brass Dragon. Let me share some of the experiences of the elders."

Ender imitated the deep voice of an old man and told a story similar to One Thousand and One Nights in a condescending manner:

One day, a young brass dragon disguised himself as a powerful mage and was about to embark on an adventure. At this time, his mother asked: "Little guy, have you heard the story about the mage and the blue dragon?"

So his mother told a story about how a wizard disguised as a brass dragon tricked and killed a blue dragon.

The little brass dragon walked out of the house, and the sand giant he met at the door asked: "Great brass dragon, have you heard the story of the warlock and the blue dragon?"

So the sand djinn told a story about how a dragon warlock disguised as a brass dragon tricked and killed a blue dragon.



If you ignore the part about the blue dragon that is included in this adventure story, this story is actually quite exciting. It tells the story of a group of adventurers who united to complete a commission from a city lord and defeated the ogres and giants outside the city.

The story of the final return home.

"How similar it is now to that time... A group of people were sitting around a campfire, I was singing, and the captain was lying on the ground thinking about the future..."

This ridiculously long story is actually adapted from Ender's own experience. At that time, he was still very young and yearned for the life of adventurers, until their group was ambushed by a group of lowly goblins and ogres.

Before De could react, his companions were knocked down.

Reality will never be as beautiful as the story. After Ender transformed into a dragon and killed those damn monsters, he could only be like this now, huddled next to the campfire, shielding himself from the cold wind with his body, watching helplessly as his companions were drowned in blood and blood.

Die in pain.

"Reality is not a group game, and healing potions are not omnipotent. I hope your barbecue can gain some momentum..."

The dignity of the dragon family did not allow Ender to tell the truth, but he did hope that what happened before would not happen again.

When the story was finished and Ender had digested his inner emotions, the sun had already risen from the east. As the sunlight passed through the branches above the cave, Ender once again looked at the poor, charred human being.

"Are you dead? I don't have much time to play doctor games."

The dilapidated body was motionless, with neither breath nor heartbeat. The breath of life had left, and the soul walked into the River Styx.

he died.

"Impossible, these stupid profiteers are selling me fake medicines again? No one has dared to do this since I turned a profiteer into a stone statue."

Ender was a little depressed. Dragons, even kind-hearted metal dragons, would not mourn the passing of a human unless the human was extremely close to them or the dragon was too young.

"Forget it, just bury them later. Where is the loess that doesn't bury people?"

Ender shook his head, planning to bury the poor man first before turning into a savage in distress and blending into the crowd.

"Hey, my plan just went bankrupt. I still have to stick to the right path. Once this barbecue dies, I don't know when I will be able to come into contact with supernatural power."

"Pfft... pass..."

weak heartbeat

"what?!"

"Pfft... pass..."

Ender looked at the place where the heartbeat came from, which was the charred corpse from before.

"You can still live after death, what kind of great god are you?"

Ender looked at the corpse in confusion. It took him a long time to learn that powerful hybrids could fake death for a period of time like dragons, but at this time he only felt surprise and fright.

"I can't even die, it's so annoying!"

He complained, but Ender still had to find a way to save him.

"I wish I had become a priest back then, but all my skills were gone. To save him, I could only take out the rare items from the bottom of the box, but I couldn't bear to waste it on a strange human being."

Ender was thinking about it, and suddenly thought of a spell he had seen in the bloodline inheritance before.

Closing his eyes, he once again came to the universe full of stars, and Ender searched for the shining stars.

"Young Dragon Clan Wealth Law, Wrong"

"Along with goblins, what the hell?"

"And Drow's One Thousand and One Nights...what the hell are my ancestors!"

"Aha, I found it, 'Zero Cost Transformation Dependent', thank you Bahamut."

Praising the platinum dragon god, Ender looked at the light group in front of him. The light group recorded a method of using dragon blood and dragon scales to transform a humanoid creature into a dragon blood creature, because it only requires a little blood and

scales, so they are very popular among some poor dragons.

"Barbecue, barbecue, you should feel honored. Soon you will have the blood of my dragon family."


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