In the dead of night, the moonlight shines through the treetops on the animal path in the forest. Two men are walking on this path that has been trodden by wild animals over the years.
It was already late autumn and most of the trees had lost their leaves, leaving only the bare trunks projected on the trail, leaving a shadow with teeth and claws.
But one of the two men was naked from the upper body, with only a circle of animal skin around the lower body, and the other was wearing a strange robe, full of folds, like the robes of ancient Greek sages in sculptures.
"From now on, I will be your second uncle. Remember to call me uncle, my good nephew."
Originally, Angers wanted this strange dragon to disguise itself as an unsuspecting hybrid, but Ander didn't want to be a nobody, he preferred to be Angers' elder.
Angers slowed down when he heard Ander's words, pointed at Ander's face and said,
"I don't have an Oriental uncle."
"I didn't realize you were a racist."
"Most of the people in the Secret Party are European aristocrats. If you want to say that we are racists, it is understandable."
Angers talks a lot more than before, maybe this is his true character.
"Then there must be someone who looks similar to me in your secret party."
Ander knew the truth and asked. At this time, the only Chinese in the secret party was Lu Shanyan, the great-great-grandfather of the dragon protagonist Lu Mingfei.
In fact, of course he can look like a Caucasian, but since he has returned to Earth, it is more comfortable to wear his original face, so why do he need to look like a white man?
"There is one."
"Then I am his second uncle. What is his name?"
"Lu Shanyan"
"Then I will call you Lu Ande from now on."
Angers stopped and stared at Ander quietly.
"What?"
"Lu Shanyan died. He died in Cassel Manor. He was a hero."
Ender shrugged. He liked heroes. As a bard, heroic stories were very popular whether in the court or in the tavern.
"I like heroes. If you are willing to share this story, maybe I can write a story about a dragon-slaying warrior with him as the protagonist."
Angers didn't speak. He turned around, rubbed his face fiercely, stopped talking, and walked on with his head lowered.
"Don't disgrace this name."
A hoarse voice came from in front of Ender, floating in the wind like a ghost.
"I'm a giant dragon, can you trust me more?"
Not paying attention to Angers' offensive behavior, the Brass Dragon has a good temper most of the time, especially when chatting with other intelligent creatures.
As the two of them moved forward, more and more trees were turned into charcoal.
At this time, Ender used the moonlight to carefully observe the strangeness of these trees. Unlike ordinary charcoal burned by fire, these trees seemed to have had the water completely drained from them, maintaining their original posture, and even
Every branch on the branch is the same as before, but they are all carbonized.
Ender was secretly frightened. Is this the power of Yan Ling: Rhine? This kind of power is not just destruction, but more similar to turning living trees into charcoal.
The moisture in these trees has been completely eliminated. It can be imagined that when the explosion occurred, the entire area turned into a field of fire elements, and then gathered together...
BOOM!
"It's really terrifying power. Even the nine-ring spell can't achieve this level."
Ender muttered softly.
Only then did Ander notice that Angers had stopped. He walked over calmly and found that Angers had reached the edge of Cassel Manor.
Angers stroked the twisted and melted iron railings, which stood like stone sculptures, and quietly stared at the ruins of Kassel Manor.
At this moment, the world was so quiet. The surrounding animals had long been frightened away by the explosion, and not even the slightest chirping of birds or insects could be heard.
"When you found me here, was there anything left?"
Angers broke the silence
"Maybe you can go in and look for it yourself."
Ender was so focused on gold coins and gems during his search that he didn't care about anything else.
Ender followed Angers into the Cassel Manor. He saw countless intertwined corpses on the road to the manor. They embraced each other like lovers, not to love each other but to kill each other.
An overturned carriage stopped in the middle of the road. The horses had long since died. The blood seemed to have been sucked away by something unknown, leaving only the dried horse corpses.
These corpses all have a very strange texture, like a combination of wood and stone, and look like strange sculptures.
Ender entered the manor through a different route, so he did not see these horrific corpses.
Looking at the wooden carving-like human corpse with dragon scales and claws in front of me, it was as if the claws of a dragon were forcibly peeled off, grafted onto the human body using a violent technique, and then turned into zombies.
Same.
Ender was like seeing a bunch of intertwined maggots. These creatures desecrated the real dragon and made the dragon sick.
"It's really disgusting. Is this Deadpool?"
Several balls of flame appeared in Ender's hand, and several fireball spells were released. The wooden corpse began to burn fiercely, and the several human corpses wrapped in it were reduced to ashes.
"That's my teacher."
Angers did not stop Ender's behavior. He only used the animal skin he was wearing to carry away a few handfuls of dust after the flames burned out.
"I'm sorry, you should have reminded me earlier."
Ender looked unapologetic.
As he continued to walk forward, the ground was cracked and the loess was scorched, and Ender once again returned to the big pit he saw yesterday.
Angers looked at the center of the pit as if he was looking for something.
"Was there anyone here when you came here?"
"There is nothing here, the explosion destroyed everything."
Ender answered.
Angers did not speak. During his coma, he saw some visions. In addition to the intertwined corpses, his best friend, Meineke Cassel, stood in the center of the explosion crater, holding a knife in his hand, as if
Still fighting.
"I thought I could see him again."
Angers' tone was very calm, as if he was stating a trivial matter.
"No one can leave a whole body under this kind of explosion, unless your comrade is a legendary warrior."
"He is truly a legend and a warrior."
Angers responded.
Ender watched Angers walk into the pit step by step and rummaged around in the pit.
He dug up a corpse that was very similar to the Deadpool he saw before. The palm of the corpse was blown off and its whereabouts were unknown.
Ender saw this and wiped his hands secretly. He had seen the palm of the corpse before. It was the "wooden sculpture" he found when he came here. Now that he thought about his hands touching such disgusting things, Ender felt a little nauseous.
.
He found the "wooden sculpture" he had discarded yesterday, picked it up with the hands of a mage and threw it to Angers
"Then, I found it up there."
Angers had already dug up several other corpses at this time, most of them were in incomplete condition, only the corpse that looked like Deadpool was still intact.
Angers nodded to thank Ender, piled the bodies of his companions together, and put the collected ashes on top. A fireball shot out of his hand, igniting the piled corpses.
Ender raised his eyebrows when he saw this. It seemed that Angers had begun to realize the magic hidden in his blood.
Not long after, Angers crawled out of the pit with his hands covered in mud.
"Have you learned the fireball technique?"
"Learning it while walking is much simpler than speaking the spirit."