Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

"Not bad, not bad. It seems that what I learned back then can still be used. You're really something."

After boasting for a while, Ander carefully placed "Roasted Meat" by the campfire with his paws. He then took out a spatial bag from the scales on his chest, poured a healing potion on "Roasted Meat," and then took out another potion, pried open "Roasted Meat's" teeth, and poured it into "Roasted Meat" without any regard for reason.

"Whether you live or die depends on yourself. If you live, you'll be my underling. If you don't, this place is perfect for burying people."

As Ander spoke, he curled up into a ball and lay down by the campfire. The cave was cone-shaped, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, large enough to accommodate his massive body.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow..."

Meanwhile, in a city dozens of kilometers away from Ander, a man with golden eyes was recording the findings of his incantation:

In the autumn of 1900, the Kassel estate was attacked by dragons.

The Camarilla Elders: Mayek, Gambet, and Charlotte were killed in action;

Lionheart, the heir to the Camarilla, Menek Cassel, used a Word of Power: Rhine would perish together with the attacking dragons;

Other members:

Lu Shanyan...died in battle;

Hilbert Jean Angers...disappeared.

Chapter Three: The Story of the Brass Dragon

Dragons can sleep for long periods or short periods of time. As a former human, Ender was used to taking a nap every day so that he could blend in better among humans.

In a hazy dream, Ender's consciousness appeared in a sea of ​​stars, a sea of ​​stars distributed like a spider web. Each star was a memory of his, containing both knowledge inherited from his bloodline and everything he had experienced in his past and present lives.

And within the encircling stars, there was a colossal dragon with a plow-shaped crest—it was Ender himself. Inscribed on the dragon's body were ethereal characters:

Name: Andrex

Sex: Male

Age: 98 (youth)

Race: Brass Dragon

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Class: Level 13 Dragon Warlock, Level 5 Bard

Spells:

Flashbang, Hand of the Mage, Acid Splash, Language Proficiency, Concealment, Fireball, Magic Missile, Hypnosis, Door to Anywhere...

A long list of spell names proved that Ender had not wasted these hundred years, especially after he discovered that although he was a sorcerer, he could also learn some magic from mages through his bloodline.

Ander called this space his memory palace. With the existence of the memory palace, he could not only learn various kinds of knowledge from his ancestors, but also organize his memories of his past life at any time.

He stood before a bright star, a star that held his memories of today.

“Very good, very good. It left its mark on the scene, but it all looks human. Even if someone with exceptional observation skills came, they would only find that a strange human saved that lump of roast meat.”

Ander couldn't let "Barbecue" disappear without a trace; he needed to use this person to integrate into this world.

"When the time comes, I'll pretend to be Nalan Ande, a Qi cultivator from the Yunlan Sect, and those mortals will immediately bow down in worship."

Scratching his chin, Ander continued to ponder his integration plan.

"I'll squeeze some more money out of this guy who's turned into roast meat. I, Ancestor Ander, used a million-year-old Buddha's Wrath Lotus to save your life, so how about a few hundred gold coins..."

Poor Angers had no idea that his ambition to slay a dragon was about to be blackmailed by one.

After indulging in his memories for a while, Ander's fantasies about the future faded from his consciousness. He was in a great mood and wanted to chat with someone.

Inside the cave, Ender's massive body sat curled up like a cat by the campfire, his hands tucked under his body, his head facing the "roasted meat" lying on the ground.

“Young human, I am Andrex, the brass dragon. Let me share some of the wisdom of an elder.”

Ander, mimicking the deep voice of an elderly person, 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 prepared to embark on an adventure. At this moment, his mother asked, "Little fellow, have you heard the story of the mage and the blue dragon?"

So his mother told him a story about a sorcerer disguised as a brass dragon who tricked and killed a blue dragon.

As the little brass dragon stepped out of its home, the sand giant it encountered at the door asked, "Great brass dragon, have you heard the story of the warlock and the blue dragon?"

So the Sand Giant told a story about how a bronze dragon disguised as a dragon vein sorcerer tricked and killed a blue dragon.

……

If you ignore the parts about the blue dragon interspersed in this adventure story, it is actually quite exciting. It tells the story of a group of adventurers who unite to complete a lord's commission, defeat the ogres and giants outside the city, and finally return home in glory.

"How similar it is now to back then... a group of people sitting around a campfire, I singing songs, and the captain lying on the ground dreaming about the future..."

This ridiculously long story is actually adapted from Ender's own experience. He was very young then, yearning for the life of adventurers, until he and his group were ambushed by a bunch of lowly goblins and ogres. Before Ender could even react, his companions were defeated.

Reality is never as beautiful as a story. After Ender transformed back into his dragon form and killed those damned monsters, he could only huddle by the campfire, shielding himself from the cold wind, and watch helplessly as his companions died in blood and pain.

"Reality isn't a tabletop role-playing game, and healing potions aren't a cure-all. Hopefully, you, the roast meat, can pull yourself together..."

The pride of the dragon race wouldn't allow Ander to speak the truth, but he genuinely hoped that what had happened before wouldn't repeat itself.

When the story was finished and Ender had processed his emotions, the sun had already risen in the east once more. As the sunlight pierced through the branches above the cave, Ender once again looked at the poor, charred human.

"Is he dead? I don't have much time to play doctor games."

The broken body lay motionless, devoid of breath or heartbeat; the breath of life had departed, and the soul had entered the River Styx.

He... died.

"Impossible. These damned swindlers are selling me fake medicine again? Ever since I turned one of those swindlers into a stone statue, no one has dared to do this."

Ander was somewhat frustrated. Dragons, even kind metal dragons, do not grieve for the death of humans unless the human was exceptionally close to them or the dragon was too young.

"Forget it, we can just bury him later. There's plenty of yellow earth to bury people."

Ander shook his head, intending to bury the poor man first before transforming into a savage and blending into the crowd.

"Sigh, my plan has failed just like that. I still have to stick to the right path. Now that this barbecue is dead, I don't know when I'll be able to access supernatural powers again."

"Plop... thud..."

faint heartbeat

"What is that?!"

"Plop... thud..."

Ander looked toward the source of the heartbeat, toward the charred corpse from before.

"To be able to come back to life after death? Who are you, some kind of powerful being?"

Ander stared at the corpse with disbelief. It was a long time before he learned that powerful hybrids could feign death for a period of time like dragons, but at this moment he only felt surprise and fear.

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

Despite complaining, Ander still had to find a way to save him.

"If only I had become a priest back then, but unfortunately I spent all my skill points on the road. To save him, I can only use my most treasured artifact, but I can't bear to waste it on a stranger."

As Ander pondered, he suddenly remembered a spell he had seen in the bloodline inheritance.

With his eyes closed, Ander once again entered the star-filled universe, searching for each shining star.

"The Young Dragon Clan's Wealth Method is incorrect."

"Being with goblins? What the heck?"

"The One Thousand and One Nights of the Hozon... What kind of bastards were my ancestors?!"

"Aha, found it, 'zero-cost conversion of family members', thank you Bahamut."

Praising the Platinum Dragon God, Ander looked at the ball of light in front of him. The ball of light contained a method for transforming a humanoid creature into a dragon-blooded creature using dragon blood and dragon scales. Because it only required a small amount of blood and scales, it was popular among some poor dragons.

"Roast meat, roast meat, you should feel honored, soon you will have the bloodline of my dragon clan."

Chapter Four: The Rebirth of Angers

"Zero-cost conversion of family members"

This is a magic array made from dragon scales and dragon blood, which can grant a humanoid creature dragon blood and make it a follower of a true dragon.

Its low cost makes it popular among many young dragons, whether to extend the lifespan of their alien lovers or to reward their gatekeepers.

Leaving the Hall of Memories, Ander swept the campfire aside with his tail, rubbed his arms, and a few dragon scales fell off.

Using his claws, he drew a magic circle on the ground to the side, placed dragon scales on the nodes, frowned, cut a small gash on his hand, and dragon blood gushed out, filling the entire magic circle.

"Alright, all we have to do now is put the person in there. It's a waste of scales and blood, so it won't be worth less than 10,000 gold coins."

Ander grabbed the charred human body from the side and roughly threw it into the center of the magic circle.

"You're really lucky. I was thinking of just leaving, but I, Ander, am at least a kind metal dragon. Whether I live or die depends on your luck."

After saying this, he placed a dragon scale on the chest of the flesh, and then gently placed the still bleeding dragon claw on top.

"Hopefully it's the chest and not the crotch or something, otherwise your wife will protest."

Ander steadied himself, took a deep breath, and gathered the magic within his body. Accompanied by the resounding chants of the bronze dragon, the magic flowed through the wound on his palm, using his blood as a medium, into his unsuspecting body.

The language of the dragons echoed in the narrow cave, and specks of golden magic flew out from the magic circle on the ground, converging on the human body in the center.

A just contract from the Dragon God was imprinted in the mind of the transmuter by the power of the magic array, ensuring that he could never harm the master of his bloodline.

What Ander didn't know was that the creature he was transforming was a rare hybrid in this world. These powerful alien species with so-called "dragon blood" possessed bloodlines that were no less than those of true dragons. And Angers, who was being transformed, was an S-class hybrid with high-purity dragon blood.

At this moment, within Angers' body, the golden-red true dragon bloodline from Ander and his own dark-red dragon bloodline were like two well-trained soldiers, using his body as a battlefield, constantly engaged in a life-or-death struggle.

Meanwhile, Ander, who was performing the ritual, was completely unaware. As a young brass dragon who mingled among the crowd, he was not yet old enough to earn money to buy a house and build a nest, let alone convert dragonborn relatives. He was simply mechanically smearing dragon blood on Angers' body to provide the energy needed for the ritual.

"It seems like it will take a while. Looks like I'll have to spend more money then."

Ander was still thinking about how to squeeze more wealth from his future underlings to decorate his lair, while Angers' body was already broken down by the conflict between the two bloodlines. His muscles and organs were dissolving and regenerating under the action of the two forces. In a few dozen seconds, his body would turn into a lump of rotten flesh.

At this moment, the magic array, modified by countless dragon predecessors, finally revealed its powerful side. For the dragon race, the saying "great effort can produce miracles" is not just a saying.

Ander felt the suction on his palm suddenly intensify, the wound on the dragon claw was torn open, and large clumps of dragon blood dripped onto the magic circle. Every line on the magic circle emitted a red light like a red-hot iron, and the heat it emitted cracked the damp ground.

"What's going on? Do they need this much blood? I'm losing money like crazy, I'm losing money like crazy."

The amount of blood lost was actually not much compared to Ander's massive body, but Ander still felt a little heartache. If he collected it, he could sell it for a good price, enough to buy a new magical weapon.