Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

The Brass Dragon in the Dragon Raja World Author: Beiluoshimen77

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After living as a brass dragon for a hundred years, Ender finally returned to Earth, the planet he had longed for, in an accident. He intended to be a shut-in and live a peaceful life, but he discovered that this world was actually a world of dragons, where everyone had taken it upon themselves to slay dragons.

In order to crack down on these fraudulent "fake dragons" and restore the reputation of the dragon race, Ender had no choice but to reluctantly introduce something different to the world.

Note: The dragons in the D&D world are completely different from the dragons of the Dragonkin. Do not confuse the two.

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The Bizarre Adventure of the Brass Dragon

Chapter 1: The Brass Dragon's Second Transmigration

"I'm... back?"

In a dense broadleaf forest, a golden dragon about 20 meters long lay blankly on the ground, its hands tucked under its body like a cat's, its long neck turning, and its golden dragon eyes curiously surveying everything around it.

His name is Andrex, full name Andrex. A hundred years ago he was a human on Earth, and now he is a young brass dragon.

Yes, Ender was a transmigrator who got lucky. Unlike the other predecessors who transmigrated into dragons, Ender knew that his abilities were limited, and the world he lived in was really dangerous. Therefore, he always acted "from the heart".

Therefore, after gaining the ability to transform during his youth, Ender transformed himself into a human and traveled to various countries, learning the magic inherent in his bloodline while searching for a way to travel back in time.

Ender made full use of his advantages as a time traveler, wandering between cities with the stories he had heard in his previous life and his innate eloquence, becoming a bard in this medieval world.

To his fellow dragons, Ender, a dragon with a quirk since childhood, was a disgrace to the name of a dragon. He neither built a nest in the desert nor collected precious treasures and works of art. Instead, he always carried his modified lute called "Guitar," and would dalli between taverns and palaces in human form, occasionally having romantic encounters with human women.

But in Ander's view, surviving is nothing to be ashamed of. When his own kind were in danger, they would bury themselves in the sand. Ander believed that such ostrich-like behavior was an insult to the Dragon's dignity.

And he himself was the most outstanding bard on this continent (self-proclaimed), and his "Useless Warrior and Ring Grandpa", "Grass Boy and Rabbit Miss", and "Eastern Grandmaster's Western Study Plan" were the most popular songs in the tavern.

Of course, sometimes he would also sing romantic love stories, usually at some aristocratic gatherings, telling touching love stories like "Chronicles of the Red Mansion," and taking the opportunity to have some deep soul exchanges with the glamorous ladies and wives in the room.

This behavior is often called "marrying a rich woman," but in Ander's view, it is nothing more than a pleasant transaction. Compared to some bronze dragons who become mercenaries, he is more respectable, at least he can sometimes be on top.

Throughout his long dragon life, Ander would always encounter some treasures that tempted him, such as a level nine wish scroll. With this treasure, perhaps he could leave this damned world and return to his hometown from his previous life.

He had always looked down on this world; it was too backward and too dangerous. The young ladies and wives were alright, but the older ones smelled so bad they could kill you.

On the other side, their own brethren were not quiet either. The kind metal dragon and the evil colorful dragon would fight every now and then. The scene was filled with flying dragon blood and scales, and they wanted to smash the dragon brains out.

I've only just come of age, and I already have to face all this mess. Thinking about all sorts of strange and wonderful gods, the endless bloody battles in hell and the abyss, and the conflict between Bahamut and Tiamat, all I can say is: Earth is still the best.

After paying some unknown price, Ender obtained the scroll of the wish-granting spell from the female sorceress and activated it in his lair, praying that it would take him back to Earth.

Then, all Ander remembered was being engulfed by the light emanating from the scroll, his body feeling lighter than ever before, floating like a feather.

He witnessed the bloody battle between the seven layers of hell and the bottomless abyss, and saw the gods and celestial beings in the Heavenly Mountains. Strange energy enveloped Ander's body, breaking through the indestructible crystal barrier.

Ander felt as if his body was being trampled by ten thousand damned blue dragons, his internal organs being turned inside out and stuffed back into his body.

Just as he was wondering if he was going to be turned into a giant intestine, Ender saw the blue planet he had been longing for, the homeland he had been searching for for a hundred years: Earth.

Then he was dumped here like trash. If he hadn't reacted quickly and cast a Featherfall spell and a Transformation spell on himself, people within a 300-kilometer radius would have met their grandmothers.

Ander looked around at the trees, which had large leaves and straight trunks. Some of the leaves were already red, all of which told Ander that he should be in a temperate region of the earth.

"Judging from this tree, it should be from the north. I hope it's from China, and I don't want it to end up with the Russians."

As he examined his body, Ander grumbled incessantly. This was a natural trait of the brass dragon; he was a chatterbox and always had to say something, even if there was someone to talk to.

"My claws are fine, just a little dull. I didn't notice when I got down..."

"What happened to the scales? The whole belly is blackened by the smoke. I'll have to take care of it later."

"wing……"

Ander turned his neck and examined his bat-like wings closely. The tips of his wings were a little blackened, and some scales had fallen off, but they were all superficial wounds.

"Maybe I can be Batman someday, and admire Batman."

With the Brass Dragon's talent, that line about Batman actually makes a lot of sense.

Ander touched his headdress; the golden, bone-like headdress extended from his jaw to the top of his head, forming a pair of "protruding ears" on both sides of his head.

"My crown is fine, and I've come back completely unharmed? How can a level nine spell be so powerful? God Aio, the wish spell is amazing!"

Having spent many years in the other world, Ander naturally knew the extent to which the wish spell could be used. This ninth-ring spell was not omnipotent; in fact, most of the time, mages only used it to find some important artifacts or to simulate spells they needed but did not remember.

If you wish for a large amount of gold or immortality, the wish-granting technique is unlikely to succeed. In fact, some wishers have even been turned into statues made of gold, thus fulfilling their wishes in another dimension.

But regardless, Ender is back; at least according to what he saw during his time travel, he has indeed returned to Earth.

"I'm finally back. I just don't know what time it is now. I hope it's the 21st century. Life without the internet is really hard."

As Ander recalled how the Indians in this other world even had to wipe their bottoms with their hands after using the toilet, he couldn't help but think back to his days on Earth. This time, he could finally lie down without any worries...

boom!!

A massive mushroom cloud rose into the sky, blasting a hole in the heavens. A tidal wave of air, carrying tree trunks and rubble, crashed into Ander's robust dragon body.

Ander gripped the ground tightly, watching the rising black smoke, a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, culminating in a single, familiar word:

"grass!!"

Chapter Two: Scorched Earth

In the scorched forest, an Asian man, dressed in a magnificent poet's robe that only appears in murals, ran quickly toward the place where the mushroom cloud had appeared.

He swept past fallen tree trunks, dodged terrified animals, and ran across the burning earth at an incredible speed.

He is Ander, and this Asian face is exactly what he looked like before he transmigrated into the dragon.

Typically, Ander would use this disguise to pose as a bard from the Eastern Empire or a powerful mage, hoping to have a pleasant encounter with his target at a noble's ball.

But now, he had to run across the scorched earth in this outfit, just to find out who was behind the explosion.

As a brass dragon who follows its heart, Ender wanted to avoid the explosion that was close to a ninth-circle spell, to stay far away and bury himself in the sand like his brethren.

But this is Earth, not that damned medieval fantasy world full of dragons. Ender needs to find out what's going on in this world, at least whether there are any supernatural forces here, so he doesn't die without knowing why.

"Damn it, did I end up in an island nation? Is this a little boy or a fat man? It's just time travel, do they really need a nuclear bomb?"

But Ender quickly realized that the explosion was too weak; if it had been a nuclear bomb, he would probably have been roasted alive.

"It's still too slow, it needs to be faster."

The magic originating from his blood flowed through Ander's body, dragon scales began to appear on his human face, and a pair of dragon wings burst forth from his body, driving the surrounding magic to accelerate Ander's body.

"It can't be too conspicuous; it needs to be concealed—a disguise technique!"

The magic concealed Ander's dragon wings and scales, temporarily making him look much more normal.

So, on the scorched earth after the explosion, an Asian man wearing charred and tattered clothes floated in the air in a strange posture, flying away in a certain direction at an incredible speed.

"At least he's human. At worst, I can just say I'm cultivating immortality..."

Andrew muttered to himself, knowing he couldn't completely cover it up, so he decided to just give up.

As he flew toward the explosion site, Ender pieced together everything he had just witnessed.

"I can still fly, and I can still use magic. I should have realized it sooner. Damn it, this place has magic!"

Ander belatedly realized what had happened; everything had happened so fast that he was somewhat disoriented.

"Looks like this world has magic too. I hope I don't end up in Marvel, or I'll end up wrestling with the purple sweet potato..."

As Ander pondered, his thoughts drifted off course. In his past life, there were too many works with magical elements, but most of them were not safe places.

"If only this were the world of Harry Potter, I'd be the mascot of Hogwarts, earning 60 sheep and 10,000 gold coins a month. And I, Ender, would be the guardian dragon of Hogwarts!"

"If it were a battle between two people, such an explosion would likely result in mutual destruction and the death of both the victim and the unborn child. Is it time for me, the expert at picking up corpses, Ander, to make my move again?"

"I know what 'two lives lost in one coffin' means, but in an explosion like this, one of the bodies would probably be blown to pieces. In the past, you would only be able to see one corpse. That's what 'two lives lost in one coffin' means!"

To outsiders, Ender seemed like a madman talking to himself, but in reality, this was just the behavior of a brass dragon under great pressure. These communicative dragons would talk to themselves when they had no one to talk to, and would look for a creature to chat with.

Amidst this annoying chatter, Ander finally arrived at the explosion site. The man-made shrubs and twisted railings that were unrecognizable all testified to the former prosperity of this place.

"Holy crap, was this place bombarded by a meteor shower or a lava spell? It looks like ten red dragons wrecked the ground and then rolled around in lava!"

Looking at the scene before him, Ander couldn't help but swear. The buildings that once stood on this land had completely collapsed, ravaged by flames and explosions like the excrement of a red dragon on a volcano.

A crater half the size of Andron's body sat at the epicenter of the explosion. The sand in the crater had a ceramic-like texture due to the impact and high temperature of the explosion, all of which demonstrated the terror of the bomb that had just been fired.

"Hopefully the body is alright, and it would be best if some gold could be found. Bahamut, please bless me..."

As Ander prayed, he used his keen senses to search for any remaining wealth in the area. As a young dragon, he was approaching the age to settle down and start a family. As the saying goes, a horse won't get fat without night grass, and a dragon won't get rich without windfall gains. Even if he returned to Earth, he couldn't resist the idea of ​​looting corpses for money.

"Damn it, it's all gone! There's nothing left! These spendthrifts, who sets off fireworks in their own house?"

Disappointed, Ander tossed aside the charcoal in his hand. He could tell that it should have been part of a priceless wooden carving, but now it was just charcoal that was too hard to even chew.

"thump……"

A very light, slow heartbeat, but Ander treasured it.

"Hehehe... I heard you, little guy, where are you?"

Ander chuckled lewdly. Finally, he had found someone. As long as it was an intelligent being, things would be much simpler from here on out. Whether it was impersonating the other person to infiltrate their ranks or taking them as a vassal to develop his power, it would be a piece of cake for Ander.

"What... is this? Red wine roast meat?"

Ander used brute force to dig through the ruins and found a black, humanoid object in the underground wine cellar. Looking at the charcoal that was almost unrecognizable as human and emitted a strong smell of wine and meat, Ander was a little overwhelmed.

"Still alive? Uh, Red Wine & Barbecue Bro?"

Looking at the half-dead "roast meat" in front of him, Ander thought for a moment and decided to take him away first to see how much information he could get out of him. He was really not suitable to have contact with more people in his current state.

With the "Roasted Meat" brothers on his shoulders, Ander secretly swallowed. If it weren't for the fact that brass dragons don't eat intelligent beings, he would have been tempted to take a bite.

"Anywhere Door!"

As a dragon who follows its heart, how could it not learn the amazing ability to escape using the Anywhere Door?

Teleporting himself and "Roasted Meat" to a forest far enough away from the explosion, Ender transformed back into his dragon form and resumed his old brass dragon ways: digging a hole. He used fossils to create a burrow, grabbed a few dry branches to make a campfire in the middle of the burrow, and covered it with branches and leaves. A secluded shelter was complete.