Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 217 The Newborn Norton

On the desolate Gobi Desert, cactus grows unscrupulously upwards, accompanied by the noisy wind, a few tumbleweeds rolled past Ander, just like the popular confrontation scene that appears in every western movie.

But the two fighting are not two western cowboys with revolvers, but two dragons from different worlds.

The black organization surged, rushing towards the tiny giant dragon disguised as a human like a tide, and what greeted him were arrows made of countless flames.

A powerful warlock, what would his battle be like?
Warlocks are natural spellcasters. Their magic is not dexterous, but they are powerful, so they are called walking flame arrow machines by those mage masters. But for those warlocks who have developed their own blood to the extreme, they Let those mage masters know how terrible the ruthless flame arrow machine is.

Now, with Ender's every move, the flames formed by the surrounding magic seemed to be given life, and turned into various weapons, bombarding Norton's body, but this was just an appetizer for Norton by Ender.

Summoning flames with magic power and giving them shapes is just a skill that children can do, and then Ender prepares a feast for Norton.

Luli's word spirit is the word spirit Judgment, and by speaking the dragon text of death, it endows the creatures in the word spirit domain with death.

And Ander has been getting along with Luli these years, and by observing the way the words and spirits work, he integrated this technique into the magic, and greatly enhanced a nine-ring spell:
The law dies.

Ander stared at the Dragon King in front of him. The scales and dragon wings stretched out, and the structure of the throat changed. A word of dragon came out of Ender's mouth: "Now, die!"

The huge magic power gathered around followed Ender's command and went towards the Norton bee pupa, giving death to the monster in front of it.

At that moment, the dead gray-white spread on the black tissue, the round monster trembled, and the huge life breath continued to weaken, but immediately, this change stopped.

The gray-white spread paused there, and the once-black flesh and blood turned into a marble-like structure under the effect of Ender's magic. Then, the wound cracked, and the gray-white stone was swallowed by the surrounding black tissue.

The unprecedented situation made Ander stunned there. He thought about countless results, but he had never seen such a strange situation. The law of death is not a petrification spell. After this spell is released, there will only be two results. The opponent dead, or unscathed.

But Ender immediately thought of another possibility. The huge black monster in front of him was not a complete living body, but a collection of countless beings.

"Damn it, what are these pseudo-dragons?" Ender cursed in a low voice, but after a while, the giant black egg returned to its original size, and even swelled a bit.

"That's good!" Ender's body was burning, and in a sea of ​​flames, a giant dragon emerged from the flames, and its dragon claws with brass-colored scales grabbed the round body fiercely.

The claws cut deeply into Norton's twisted flesh, but there was no trace of joy on Ender's dragon face. The claws seemed to be trapped in a piece of quicksand, being swallowed by the monster in front of him very slowly.

The dragon wings waved, blowing up a strong wind, and Ender pulled out his claws from Norton's body. This was the first time in countless years that he used his claws to fight with wings like his own compatriots.

But when it comes to dragons, there is one more thing that is essential, and that is the dragon's breath!
Ender rolled his wings, hovered in midair, took a deep breath, and with the operation of his throat organs, a linear flame descended from the sky, like the legendary sword of Damocles, ruthlessly thrusting towards the ground twisted monster.

Accompanied by burning explosions and unpleasant stench, black smoke billowed from the ground. In the temporary headquarters of the Executive Department not far away, Schneider looked at the black smoke in the distance and the screen that had lost signal, and angrily hammered the table.

"What's the matter with the satellite, Norma is here, why is it still blocked." Schneider yelled at the staff next to him.

"Minister, Principal Angers called and said that it was his request to shield the satellite, because it involves some 3S-level secrets." The commissioner next to him answered the phone and replied to Schneider: "And the principal forbids everyone to observe the battlefield, Failure to do so could cause permanent mental damage."

Schneider had nothing to say to the principal's statement, and could only turn to the commissioner next to him: "Is the alchemy warhead ready?"

"The Philosopher's Stone warhead is ready and ready to launch at any time." The commissioner replied to Schneider. At this time, there was a terrifying roar from a distance, like a baby being abandoned by its mother, a shrill and piercing cry.

Ender hovered above the sky, looking at the round monster below, just now Ender's breath cut a deep crack in the round body, and from the crack, came out a strange cry of resentment.

"Ander, this is an egg!" Ange, who was observing the battlefield from a distance, shouted: "He is reenacting the life of the Dragon Clan, and Norton is about to break his shell."

Ender didn't respond to Anger's cry. His golden vertical pupils looked at the oval-shaped giant egg. From the dark crack, Ender saw two golden flames in it.

click, click...

A tooth-piercing sound echoed in the open space, the black eggshell cracked a little bit, and as the crack widened, a dragon claw stretched out from the crack.

In Ender's view, these terrifying limbs cannot be called dragon claws at all. The pale bones are covered with black blood vessels, and the surface is transparent, with some red scales on the skin, which reminded Ender of his memory. of the dracolich.

Accompanied by a terrible cracking sound, what crawled out of the eggshell was a monster that was a circle bigger than Ander. It looked like a combination of the Eastern Dragon and the Western Dragon, but the skinny appearance was clearly Just an immature embryo.

From the ribs under the skin, you can see the beating heart of the newborn Norton, and the baby's cry emanates from between Norton's exposed teeth, echoing in the wilderness, and can't let go for a long time.

Ender looked at Norton who kept crying. The magic power flowed from the wings to the surrounding air. As a dragon species living in the desert, it was the instinct of the brass dragon to set off a sandstorm that obscured the sight.

Under the effect of Ander's magic power, the surrounding air began to flow violently, turning into a wall of wind to block all prying eyes.

Schneider, who was waiting in a group, heard the strange sound, ignored Angers' ban, walked out of the tent with a telescope, and looked into the distance, but only saw the long yellow sand, which covered everything under the influence of the wind.

In the sandstorm, Ender hovered above Norton, looking at the storm that was stirred up by his magic power: "Now, finally, no one will bother you. Let me see how strong Norton, the Lord of Bronze and Fire, is."

(End of this chapter)