Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

With its long tail curled up like a fetus in the womb, its scales and long whiskers swayed slowly in the solution, and its closed eyes made it look as peaceful as a baby.

If it weren't for the two membranous wings that had spread out from the back of the thing, Ender would have thought it was some kind of strange lizard.

What Andrew has is a red dragon cub discovered in India in 1796, which was made into a specimen and has been kept in the hands of the Secret Service ever since.

Ander took him from Angers because he wanted to see what was different about the dragons in this world.

Angers also wanted to see what was so special about Ander, and in his opinion, this red dragon cub specimen was the best way to identify Ander.

Although the red dragon cub was made into a specimen, formalin cannot kill it; it can only put it into hibernation. When a hybrid or dragon with a high bloodline concentration appears near it, it may awaken the cub.

If Andre shows any aggression upon seeing the specimen, or if the red dragon cub is awakened by its bloodline, Angers will not hesitate to kill him, using a special method to perish together with Andre.

But nothing happened. Ander just observed the specimen with a puzzled look. The red dragon cub remained very stable. Even if Angers were to approach the cub, it would tremble a few times. But in Ander's hands, the red dragon specimen was like a real dead object.

“Angers said it was a red dragon, but I didn’t lose my mind at all. It’s really interesting.”

Metal dragons and chromatic dragons are natural enemies. No matter how noble and elegant a metal dragon is, it will lose its mind when it encounters a chromatic dragon and become a terrible beast until one of them is shattered into pieces by the dragon's breath.

But Ender felt nothing when he faced the young dragon. He looked at the baby dragon in the bottle as if he were looking at something similar in appearance but completely different in essence.

"It's like looking at a specimen of a chimpanzee or an alien."

Ander concluded.

“It seems you are indeed not a dragon,” Angers said.

"I am a dragon, but not a dragon of your world. I strongly suggest you change the name of the dragons in this world to something like the Heinous Evil False Dragon."

“I will make a suggestion to the elders.” Angers replied dismissively, recalling a conversation from a few days ago: “So you really were sent here by magic. I thought it was just a story.”

"Dragons are very straightforward. I'm not some colorful dragon spouting nonsense. Looks like I'll have to find some time to give you a lesson on the glorious history of true dragons. How about now?"

Angers was clearly interested in the topic, but now was not the time to talk about it. He waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about magic instead. According to you, I should be a dragon vein sorcerer now?"

Ander put down the cylindrical flask in his hand, scratched his chin, muttered a few words that Angers couldn't understand, and said hesitantly:

“From a magical point of view, that’s true, but the fact that you can still use that Word of Power is really amazing. If I were a mage, I would definitely try my best to figure this out, but I’m also a warlock, and my spellcasting relies entirely on charm, so let’s just forget about it.”

“Charm?” Angers didn’t understand what the connection was between spellcasting and charm.

Seeing that Angers had raised a question, Ander became interested and continued the conversation along that lines:

"Charisma, Charisa, is a talent bestowed upon people by heaven. It is what makes you different from others. The higher your charisma, the stronger your bloodline power naturally is..."

“They look similar to hybrids; the higher the bloodline, the stronger the magic,” Angers concluded.

“Your Word of Power can actually be regarded as a kind of sorcery, but you only have one Word of Power, while a sorcerer can know more than one spell.”

Ander stood up, stretched his limbs, and realized that there was no point in saying more; some things were better experienced and understood through physical sensation.

Under Angers' puzzled gaze, Ander began to take off his clothes one by one.

Born in the UK, Angers clearly knew a lot and immediately thought of some kind and warm-hearted things.

"Stop! What are you doing? Showing off your charm?"

"I'm not from the UK, don't get the wrong idea. I just want to show you how powerful a warlock can be."

As the magic shield flashed, dragon wings sprouted from Ander's back, and a pair of flat, curved dragon horns extended from the back of his head, encircling the sides of his skull like a crown. His hands and feet transformed into dragon claws, and his originally black pupils turned into dark gold vertical pupils.

Unlike Deadpool's mummified appearance, Ender's form is full of vitality, like a noble emperor, looking down on everything in the world.

"See that? This is what a dragon vein sorcerer looks like. You will become like that in the future. How beautiful, how strong, this is the power of the dragon."

Ander flaunted her beauty, while Angers stroked the scales on his chest, seemingly assessing Ander's defensive capabilities.

“I still prefer to be human.” Angers clearly resisted this form.

"It's alright, it's just a matter of a Polymorph spell. Now, let's have a fight, and I'll show you the power of a warlock!"

Angers didn't move; he already knew he couldn't hurt Ander.

"Don't worry about the contract; I've temporarily blocked it."

Before Ander could finish speaking, everything froze. Ander's mouth was still open, revealing his vulnerable throat.

Angers punched Ander, but the contract didn't activate; he knew Ander was telling the truth.

Angers gripped his folding knife, thinking that if he did something now, he might actually be able to kill this strange dragon.

But Angers didn't make a move until the duration of his Word of Power ended, then he returned to his original position, pretending nothing had happened.

"Perhaps we should give this guy a chance," Angers thought.

Ander only felt a jolt in his chest, but he already knew that Angers had just activated his Word of Power: Time Zero. He knew that Angers did not trust him and might attack him if given the chance.

So Ander deliberately exposed a flaw to lure Angers in order to assess Angers' attitude towards him. Ander didn't want to become a stray dog ​​like the dragons of this world.

All the tests were based on one premise: that Angers could not kill him. Ander had already tried it before; the Damascus steel folding knife that was said to be able to hurt the Dragon King was just an ordinary steel knife to him. Even the most potent poisons that were effective against the dragons of this world could not work on him, but Angers was unaware of this.

The Secret Society has studied how to slay dragons for centuries, but Ender is not a dragon of this world, and most methods that are effective against dragons are useless against him.

It now appears that Angers has passed the test, and a basic level of trust has been established between the two.

Ander had cast a Stone Skin spell on himself when the battle began, and with the added protection of dragon scales, he was confident that Angers wouldn't even be able to scratch his skin.

Now that Angers has already used his Word of Power, it's time for Ander to shine.

Coming to his senses, Ender put one hand on his hip and pointed the other forward, striking an incredibly chuunibyou (a classic example of a childish and overly dramatic pose) pose (see JoJo's Bizarre Adventure for reference).

"It's my turn now, Magic Missile!"

Chapter Ten: Battle and Sacrifice

A new round of battle began the instant Ander fired the magic missile. Angers dodged the missile, whose trajectory was extremely obvious, and let it shatter the oil painting hanging on the wall.

"Come on, little guy, let me show you the power of a dragon!"

It was obvious that Ender was extremely excited. He didn't like fighting, but he enjoyed being superior and teaching his opponents a lesson while beating them into submission.

Okay, maybe Ender just enjoys bullying weaker opponents.

"Magic missiles might not work, but there's always more than one way to defeat you, like sleep!"

Perhaps due to his race, Ender enjoys using the Sleep spell, a first-level enchantment spell that puts enemies in a fan-shaped area to sleep, much like the breath of a brass dragon.

In the confined space of an indoor environment, this kind of area-released magic is the most deadly weapon.

A fan-shaped beam of light was released. Angers had just dodged the magic missile when he saw Ander raise his hand. He immediately hid behind a chair, using the chair as cover to defend against the sleep spell.

"Magic can't be stopped with wood. You should get some sleep. As punishment for your failure, I'm going to write 'Word Magic is trash' on your forehead."

Unable to resist the effects of time zero, Ander could only take advantage of Angers's power before it was restored.

The beam of light pierced through the wooden chair, and Ander, with a wicked grin of triumph, calmly walked over.

"Shh... Little Angers is asleep. Let me see where it's best to write on him."

Ander was confident that Angers could not resist his sleep spell; he had just used a word of power and could not recover immediately.

But the next second, he realized he was wrong.

bite!……

A folding knife pierced out from Ender's blind spot, but was blocked by an invisible shield.

"Mage armor, a useful little trick, remember to shield yourself when you have nothing to do."

Ander looked at Angers, who suddenly appeared behind him. Angers was holding the intricately patterned folding knife in reverse, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"It's just a friendly spar, there's no need to go to such lengths. I'm still waiting to collect the remaining payment."

Ander realized that Angers must have forcibly used a word of power to escape the range of the sleep spell.

"This is the power of humanity!"

Angers said something similar to Anders.

But Ander, contrary to his usual behavior, didn't say anything, but beckoned with his hand, signaling for the game to continue.

Angers was about to move when he realized that his feet seemed to be entangled by something. Looking down, he saw a rope clinging to his ankle like a snake.

"Level 1 Alteration Spell, Animated Rope, fall down!"

Ander laughed heartily. While Angers was speaking, he had used the Animated Rope to summon a magical rope and sneaked down to Angers' feet, all for this moment.

"Wisdom is also part of power, silly boy Angers."

The activation rope pulled backward, and Angers could no longer maintain his balance and fell forward.

At that moment, everything froze again. Angers activated Time Zero once more, blood spilling from his mouth. He struggled to break free of his restraints, but was no longer able to maintain his Word of Power. At the last moment, he could only raise his folding knife and throw it at Ander's wide-open mouth.

Swish!

Time began to flow, and the folding knife, carrying Angers' last bit of strength, broke through Ander's still-open lips, piercing between his teeth and leaving a small wound on Ander's tongue.

"Ouch!" Ander hurriedly pulled out his folding knife and took out his collection of healing potions, gulping them down his throat.

The brass dragons are most proud of their nimble tongues, and Ander doesn't want anything to happen to his mouth.

"Gai, Ao, my tongue!"

Thanks to Ander's tireless treatment, the small cut from the folding knife was quickly healed.

Ander was really angry now. This was the most precious organ in his body. Even if he lost two ounces of his crotch, Ander would rather be without his tongue.

"I'm going to strip you naked and throw you into those magical tentacles, let those damned magical tentacles..."

Ander instinctively uttered some terrible words, but he immediately realized that he was not fighting a beautiful female mage, but a bald, muscular man in a suit.

Ander looked at Angers and then realized that Angers had fainted from forcibly using the Word of Power, and a trace of golden blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, staining the carpet red.

Seeing Angers' miserable state, Ander's anger subsided considerably. He grumbled and took out a half-empty bottle of healing potion, pouring it into Angers' mouth.

"Who told you to be my family..."

Under Ander's treatment, Angers quickly regained consciousness. He coughed up a piece of bloody phlegm that was stuck in his throat, pushed Ander away, and limped toward the door.

"You almost ruined my tongue. I've decided that you'll have to shovel my shit for the next two hundred years."

“Whatever, if I live for two hundred years.” Angers shrugged and made a gesture of spreading his hands.

"If you die, I'll turn you into the lowest level of undead. Wait, where are you going?"

"Go pack your bags, we're leaving tomorrow," Angers said dismissively.