Summer, 1950, in the outer suburbs of Chicago, Illinois, USA.
In an inconspicuous barren mountain, a tent stood alone at the foot of the mountain.
This small hill and a large area of land around it were bought in the last century and were said to belong to a European nobleman. For this reason, this wasteland became a rare paradise near Chicago.
No one wants to disturb the peace of this land except those mafia who secretly bring corpses and bury them here.
Until recently, a middle-aged man came here and showed the land deed in his hand to the Chicago City Hall, so that gentleman who seemed very reliable became the owner of this land.
After that, the gentleman named Hilbert Jean Angers refused help from others and pitched a tent at the foot of the hill alone, as if waiting for someone.
He would walk around every day, carrying a hoe to dig out the gifts given to the land by the mafia, gathering together the oozing bones and carrion, and then burning them with fire to ensure the fertility and fertility of the land.
pure.
After working for a day, Mr. Hilbert Jean Angers returned to his small tent. The tent was not small and resembled a common yurt on the grassland.
It was very dark in the tent. He fumbled to light the charcoal stove in the tent and turned around with the oil lamp. The light dispelled the darkness, and a figure was sitting on his cot.
"Long time no see, Angers."
The figure was carrying a large backpack, and the thin camp bed made a heartbreaking creaking sound under the weight. The figure dropped the backpack, and the huge backpack hit the ground with a loud sound.
He walked towards Angers, and the dim light illuminated his face. It was Ander who had been staying in China all year round.
Angers stretched out his hand, put the oil lamp aside, and gave Ander a big hug.
"Long time no see, old friend."
"Yeah, it's been almost twenty years, and the last time I called you over was because of a damn fake dragon."
Ender was also very excited. After the Dragon Vein was blown up, Ender stayed in China, while Angers returned to Europe. A few years later, the First World War broke out. The two of them got together less and separated more, and now they are finally together.
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"Yes, I still remember you stuffed the cannonball into his butt, and then..."
"Don't mention that, it's too disgusting..."
Ender showed a sad expression. If he hadn't wanted to capture the dragon alive, he wouldn't have resorted to such a trick and let the tranquilizer bomb explode in the dragon's intestines.
Angers patted Ander on the shoulder, brought a chair and sat in front of Ander, and asked:
"How are you now? Are Ahao and the others okay?"
"We'll talk about this later. It's you, do you still need to pretend in front of me?"
Ange smiled bitterly when he heard this. With a flash of light, the elegant gentleman had turned into a humanoid monster.
The golden scales, outstretched dragon wings, and dragon horns on top of his head all show his danger.
"Not bad, the wings have grown."
Ender looked at Angers current state. Although his scales were covered with scars, he could see that Angers strength had become stronger, and the power in his blood had also been discovered.
"This look is too dangerous..."
Angers was obviously not satisfied with his half-human, half-dragon appearance. This form could easily be mistaken for Deadpool, so he had to carefully maintain his transformation skills. Fortunately, his word spirit can control time, and many
He was about to be discovered every time, but he was saved by the spirit of words.
"You should be satisfied. You must know that dragonborn should have dragon heads, but for some reason, people in your world will not appear after transformation."
For ordinary humans, after transforming into a dragonborn, dragon heads and claws will grow. When a dragonborn reaches a certain stage and gradually strengthens its bloodline, it can grow dragon wings.
But after the hybrids in this world were transformed into dragonborn, Ender discovered that these dragonborn would not grow dragon heads, but would still maintain human faces.
Ender speculated that this might be caused by the conflict between two different bloodlines within the hybrid.
Patting the backpack beside his legs, Ander's eyes showed a hint of sadness.
"Ahao is dead."
Ender's tone was calm, as if those people were not his family members and comrades-in-arms, but strangers whom he had never met before.
"How...died?"
"Killed by Japanese devils."
After Angers left China for the last time, the September 18th Northeast Incident broke out, and the island nation raided Northeast China. From then on, a war full of blood and tears of the Chinese people began.
"When the Japanese came, I thought they were just ordinary people...until I discovered this."
Ender kicked the backpack next to him, and the huge bag fell down, and the contents inside rolled to the floor.
They were a dozen Japanese samurai swords, and the gleaming blade slipped out of the scabbard.
"This is?"
"The trophies are all alchemy swords."
Ender picked up one of the handles and pulled out the knife.
"Look, this one is called Murasame. When the knife is stained with blood, rain will come out."
Anderpi waved his samurai sword without a smile, making a whistling sound in the air. He threw Murasame aside and picked up another samurai sword.
"I like this knife very much. I call it Cun Huo because flames will come out of the knife. Ah Hao was killed by this thing."
As Ender twisted his wrist, flames burst out from the samurai sword. The raging fire burned and shone on Ender's face, leaving shadows of varying sizes.
"Those bastards from the island country want to awaken a third-generation species. Ah Hao and I went there to stop them."
Ender dropped the knife at his feet, and the expression on his face became ferocious.
"You know what they did, he killed tens of thousands of ordinary humans... tens of thousands of people, just to wake up that beast."
Ender's eyes had turned into vertical pupils, and a violent aura appeared in his tent. The dragon's power frightened the surrounding wolves that came out for food and clamped their tails.
"I rushed over and fought with the third-generation pseudo-dragon. Ah Hao and the others encountered those devils. When I killed the beast, Chu Jie was the only one left outside."
Ange heard this and took out the handkerchief and handed it to Ander. He saw that Ander's heart was not as calm as he showed.
Ender patted Angers hand away. He didn't need this kind of comfort.
"That was the time I regretted the most. I regretted why I didn't have necromancy spells."
Ender relaxed his body and leaned against Angers pillow.
"Later, Ajie and I traveled around, killing those bastard Japanese who came to China."
Ender gestured to the katana on the ground with his chin, "These were all seized from those people."