Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Angers asked him curiously, "What are you shouting?"

"It's nothing. There's a very stingy dwarf blacksmith over there. He doesn't charge people by the piece when he makes weapons, but by the hammer. He charges eighty gold coins for each hammer strike."

Of course, Ander couldn't explain to Angers that this was a line from a skit at a party a century later, so he just gave a random explanation to brush it off.

Angran seemed curious and then asked, "What happened to that dwarf in the end?"

"I heard that they were robbed by the Red Dragon while forging iron at the volcano, and no one knows where all the gold coins they had accumulated ended up."

Ander continued the conversation, feeling a bit nervous, as he was about to face the dragons of this world and could only relieve his tension by chatting with Angers.

From strange pirates on some archipelago to bald mages in city-states, from dwarves forging iron in the mountains to drow with explosive physiques underground.

Watching the members of the Heaven and Earth Society vigorously swinging their hammers, Ander felt much more comfortable.

Indeed, sometimes happiness is built on the suffering of others. When others are working hard while you are slacking off, you will feel immense joy.

With each strike of the hammer, the stone slabs gradually crumbled, revealing a dark passage beneath. In no time, the group had smashed their way out of the ground.

Ander walked over and cast a Flash spell inside, illuminating the path below with a white light.

Surprisingly, the passageway below was more spacious than expected, much like London's famous sewers, about two people high, enough for two or three people to walk side by side.

He frowned upon seeing this scene. It was somewhat different from what he had imagined. He had thought that the tunnel, which was used to transport blood, would be narrower. It seemed that this tunnel was not only used to transport blood.

Ender transformed into human form and jumped into the tunnel. The tunnel's cross-section was roughly square, with a groove at the bottom, which appeared to be the channel for transporting blood.

Looking at the black residue in the groove, Ander realized that his predictions were indeed somewhat flawed.

The sound of landing came from behind them, and Angers and the others entered the passage one after another. They walked to Ander's side and looked at the black residue in the groove.

Ander turned his head, his expression not very pleasant.

“We’re in trouble. This ditch isn’t for transporting the blood of hybrids, it’s for transporting dragon veins.”

Upon hearing this, Angers picked out a small piece of black residue from the groove and carefully examined its appearance. He discovered that the black residue was completely different from blood, had a strange fishy smell, and felt like gel.

"I originally thought that the Demon-Sealing Tower was the facility that created the dragon vein, but I'm afraid the real dragon vein originated inside the Great Pyramid."

Ander originally thought that the Dragon Vein was just a low-quality drug created by the Tatars, but he never expected that it would be related to the real dragon race.

Angers took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped his hands. He offered to go ahead first. As a speedster, Angers could easily avoid danger, so he took the initiative to take on the task of detection.

The group continued onward, with Ander bringing up the rear while Angers scouted ahead. There were no unusual traps along the way; after all, the real world wasn't the game Resident Evil, and no one would put a bunch of strange puzzles and mechanisms in their own home.

In the darkness, Ander held up the orb of light created by Flash of Light and moved slowly forward. He could vaguely see the road ahead, but it was blocked by something.

It was a bronze door, about the height of a person, with a distorted face carved on it, the expression on that face vividly illustrating what constipation feels like.

This was Ander's first impression of this face.

Angers knew what it was the moment he saw that face:

A living spirit is an alchemical creation that combines the human soul with metal to create a living puppet.

Such spirits appear in the creations of various dragon races. There is only one way to deal with these gatekeeper spirits: a high-purity bloodline.

These living beings are living bloodline identification machines; only those who have smeared high-purity dragon blood on the door can pass through the gate they guard.

Angers turned to Ander and explained the meaning of the living spirit to him. Among the six people, apart from Ander, who was an outsider, Angers' bloodline was undoubtedly the highest, and only he could open this door.

Ander curled his lip and said disdainfully:

"It's just a living spirit, right? Watch me."

Recalling the definition of a living being, Ender suddenly remembered a very useful spell:

Fifth Rings Transmutation Spell: Summon Minions.

If asked what the most useful magic in adventure is, Ender would definitely vote for this one: the ability to bring objects to life and imbue inanimate objects with an arcane mind.

You encounter a treasure chest but don't know what's inside; you encounter a trap but don't know how to get through it?

No problem, you just need to use this magic to activate the treasure chest and it will tell you what's inside. Use this magic to activate the trap and it will tell you how to get past it.

What if we use it on objects that already possess consciousness?

Ander gathered his magic and used the Summon Minions spell on the gate.

The magic went surprisingly smoothly; the face etched on the door began to twitch, he opened his eyes, and his bronze-carved mouth uttered a cry:

"What are you doing! Can't you see someone's sleeping?"

He didn't seem to be in as much pain as he appeared.

Chapter Forty-Four: The Lively Job-Hopping Spirit

To Ander's surprise, his magic produced a strange chemical reaction with the living creatures, giving them the ability to speak.

As the bronze face vibrated, a thick Northeastern accent echoed through the passageway:

"What are you doing? Can't you see someone's sleeping?"

Ander stared at the unreliable bronze face with a dark expression. He had imagined many scenarios after the spirit was activated, but he never expected that this spirit seemed to be doing quite well inside the gate.

"I thought you were in a lot of pain?"

Ander began to take an interest in the creature; to be precise, the brass dragon was interested in any magical creation that could talk.

He wanted to have a good talk with this living being, even if the magic wouldn't last long.

The bronze-faced man wrinkled his nose as if he wanted to scratch it, but unfortunately he didn't have hands. Then he pouted and said:

"It's all an act, just to annoy you people."

The spirit sealed inside the door seemed quite talkative, perhaps because it hadn't chatted with anyone in a long time and was acting very excited.

Contrary to what some alchemists imagined, the spirits, sealed within the metal, had long since lost the senses of normal people. They were like some kind of ghosts that had lost their five senses but still retained a part of their humanity.

The only job of these creatures is to complete the tasks assigned to them by the dragons, such as opening doors when a high concentration of a certain bloodline is detected, or manipulating mechanisms to kill intruders.

But in reality, this spirit hasn't been activated for over a hundred years, so he has to pass the time by hibernating.

"I'm so bored these days, it's making me feel restless."

Huo Ling concluded, and the face on the gate changed to an honest and simple-minded Chinese man with a smile, seemingly very satisfied with the conversation just now.

Seeing that Andre and Living were chatting happily and had no intention of stopping, Angers had no choice but to interrupt their conversation.

"Mr. Living Spirit, could you please let us in first?"

Huo Ling frowned, twisted her mouth, and looked very unwilling, stammering and unwilling to respond.

"Ah... um... no, we have to follow the rules."

After some thought, the living spirit refused Angran's request. The mission was deeply ingrained in his mind by the dragon race, and he could not disobey it.

Seeing the hesitant look on the living creature's face, Ander immediately realized that there was a way out.

Back then, those damned corrupt officials looked like this when they wanted to accept bribes: stammering, putting on a righteous act, and then secretly pointing you in the right direction.

Do you want to leave here?

The contorted features of Ander's face suddenly relaxed, and he knew he had made the right bet.

"Isn't it boring to be in the sewers every day? My treasure trove just needs a door."

The living spirit was somewhat tempted. Other living spirits were either used as weapons for the dragons or as gates to Nibelungen, while he could only stay inside a small bronze door, looking out at the sewers in front of him.

They promised to let me build the gate to Nibelungen, but now it's turned into a sewer fence, which is unbearable for anyone.

Looking at Ander before him, Living Spirit decided to take a gamble. After all, he would rather become the gateway to the treasure trove than spend another few hundred years watching the sewers.

Huo Ling pursed his bronze-standard lips, and his Chinese suddenly became much more fluent:

"Considering that no one has come for so long, you can give less blood."

Living beings cannot break the rules set by the dragon race, but they can make some slight modifications to the rules, such as reducing the amount of blood or lowering the entry threshold.

Upon hearing this, Angran took out a knife, cut his finger, and squeezed a few drops of blood onto Huoling's lips.

Crimson blood seeped into the bronze, leaving a faint mark, and the lifelike bronze eyes turned:

“You foreigner, you’ve got some skills. Your bloodline concentration isn’t low. I can open the door for you.”

After saying that, Huo Ling frowned and showed that constipated expression again.

"Oops, it's been so long since I opened the door, it's a bit stuck, wait a minute..."

The lifelike face split in two, opening inwards from the nose. The creaking bronze door groaned loudly, and a large amount of dust fell down, indicating that no one had been here for a long time.

"I'm exhausted. I had to jump around like this."

The face on the bronze door was drooping, as if the action just now had exhausted him greatly.

"Alright, you guys go in. Hey you, remember to scratch that snake behind the door for me, it's really prickly there."

Living Spirit gave a few words of advice to Ander, who was standing at the front, just like a retired old man.

Ander went around to the back of the door and found that the door was carved with the twelve zodiac animals: Rat, Ox, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Sheep, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, and Pig.

Twelve different animals were arranged in a circle. Ander reached out and scratched the snake, but to his surprise, the bronze snake fell into Ander's hand.

Just as Ander was about to ask what was going on with the living spirit, he saw that the face on the bronze door had disappeared, and the eyes of the bronze snake in his hand flashed with the light of wisdom.

Ander smiled without saying a word, took out his spatial bag and put the bronze snake inside. He had gained a magical item that could be used for conversation on this trip, so it was a worthwhile gain.

If a company's benefits are bad, you can't blame others for leaving.

While Ander was still chatting with the living spirit, Angers and his group had already walked into the door. Inside the bronze door was still a passage, with some torches on the walls, but they had been rotten for a long time.

As they moved further in, the white filaments increased, making Ander feel like an insect trapped in a spider web. Fortunately, the white filaments were not sticky, so their movements were not restricted.

In the dark passage, only the fluorescent light created by Ander's magic illuminated the path ahead. The passage seemed to be getting wider and wider, and beautiful patterns began to appear on the surrounding walls.

Ahead lay what appeared to be a large pit, resembling an ancient Roman amphitheater, with concentric rings of stands encircling its base, and Ander and his companions were in one of those rings.

At the bottom of the pit, there seemed to be something round standing there. By the dim light, Ander could see that it looked like a huge egg, and he could vaguely make out a humanoid creature inside the egg.

Ander simply focused his magic. He threw out a white ball of light.

Flash!

The white light illuminated the entire building

Holy crap!