Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 38 Eat me a hammer!
Ander's huge body shrunk rapidly, and in a burst of light, he turned into a human again.

This wooden nine-story pagoda looks so abrupt in this place, surrounded by empty stone ground, only here stands an ancient oriental style building alone.

The tower body is made of wood with nine floors. It uses the mortise and tenon structure common in ancient times. It relies on the interaction between the wooden buckles to create a beautiful tower eaves.

Ander stepped over the high threshold and entered the tower. The interior space was not large. On the rocky ground, there was a small fountain, and some kind of black substance was churning in the fountain.

Friedrich walked over, gently stroking the spouting spring water with his hand, the black substance stuck to his hand, then dripped to the ground, forming drops of water on the smooth stone floor, and again Flow back into the fountain.

And there were countless bronze chains hanging from the ceiling, and the ends of the chains were gleaming barbs. Ender felt like a fish in a fish pond, facing the hooks of countless anglers.

"This is the dragon vein, the legendary miracle that can protect a country"

Friedrich sticks out his snake-like forked tongue and licks the slime off his fingers ecstatically, as if the disgusting black slime were some kind of nectar.

Ender looked at the black slime in this small pool, and never imagined that the dragon vein that the world would miss so much turned out to be such a small fountain.

"The dragon veins in this small pool are extracted from the blood of tens of thousands of mixed races."

Friedrich sucked the slime off his fingers and said to Ender
Ender looked at his ugly appearance and asked:

"Is this what made you look like this?"

Friedrich grinned, as if trying to pull out a smile, he didn't answer Ender's question, but said to himself
"Do you know how they made so many Deadpool?"

"As long as you feed a drop of this dragon vein to an ordinary person, he can become a dead waiter."

"What an honor! These lowly creatures should have such an opportunity."

Friedrich said lightly, he seemed to think that it was an honor for a person to become a Deadpool of the walking dead.

"Those lowly creatures don't have a strong will, but I have swallowed hundreds of times the dose of dragon veins and still maintain my sanity."

Friedrich straightened up and showed Ender his current state: sharp claws, bumps, skin covered with dragon scales, deformed dragon horns that seemed to be underdeveloped, and ragged flesh behind him wing.

The once thick golden long hair has completely fallen off, the scalp and proliferated dragon horns are exposed in pits, and the face covered with tumors is mixed with dragon scales. Friedrich, the once handsome German young man, has turned into an ugly beast. monster.

"Do you know? Mr. Ander... The alchemy circle of the dragon veins was once the execution ground used by the ancient dragons to kill their compatriots. They imprisoned those guilty compatriots, and drew out their blood to make new pills for recycling."

"A drop of dragon veins...a drop of dragon veins made my speech spirit evolve..."

"And now with the help of these dragon veins, I am no less than a real dragon!"

Friedrichs roared, the gate of the wooden tower was closed in an instant, and the inside of the tower was pitch black.

Friedrich's figure disappeared in Ender's eyes and turned into a black shadow. His speech spirit had evolved into a dark light, and the light distorted by the speech spirit made his figure undetectable.

I hate these stealthy rogues the most. After all, no mage or warlock would want to suddenly have a dagger behind them.

"This is what you want, kill me, and then devour me, don't you surrender to the Dragon Clan?"

Ender stood there calmly, he knew that he could not act rashly in this situation.

Voices came from all directions, and Friedrich's voice was like two pieces of hard metal colliding together, making an unpleasant friction sound.

"Betraying the master and devouring the same clan is the nature of the dragon clan."

The Black King was betrayed by his subordinates, the Four Great Sovereigns, and was killed in a war with the traitors, and has been sleeping until now.

The Dragon Clan used to enslave the mixed race, and was finally betrayed by the mixed race.

What Friedrich said is correct, the blood bond of the dragons is not unbreakable, and only power can stop the desire of the dragons to devour their own kind.

Only by devouring each other can we become stronger.

In Friedrich's view, Ender was just a fifth or sixth generation with a thin bloodline, because in the battle on the cruise ship, Ender used only physical power, and the only magic he displayed was a wall of fire.

So Friedrich believed that Ander was just an ordinary dragon with a weak speech ability, and it was not difficult for him to defeat Ender with the help of the alchemy formation in the pagoda and his elusive speech ability.

As long as you kill him, you can truly evolve into a noble dragon.

If Ender knew what he was thinking, he would probably be laughed at by Friedrich's narrow mindedness. It's just that the evocation system is used a little less. Whoever said that warlocks must use long-distance combat? I just like melee combat. ?
The air is shaking and cold, when can I stand up in close combat.

But at this moment, Ender didn't care about these things. He stood there motionless. A spellcaster, of course, cannot compete with him in speed.

The brute force of a bull, the patience of a bear, the insight of an owl, the cunning of a fox, the technique of great strength, the technique of stone skin...

Ander's figure grew bigger quietly, and a dragon descendant about two meters high appeared with a dragon head and a human body. This form does not have the dragon wings of a giant dragon, but it is more powerful.

When I add the buff, you will be dead.

On the stone floor, as Friedrich disappeared into a black smoke, a red alchemy circle gradually unfolded.

Those bronze chains hanging from the ceiling seemed to be infused with life, roaring towards Ender.

"Mr. Ander, do you know the name of this tower? It's called the Demon Locking Tower"

Friedrich's voice came again, this time his voice became more indistinct, like the squirming of flesh and blood.

"Those chains are specially prepared for creatures like you."

"The Tower of Demon Lock? Copyright warning for Legend of Sword and Fairy."

Ender spoke incomprehensible words, but the movements of his hands were not slow. The staff swiped in an arc, blocking the oncoming chains.

"Do you know how to add points to the caster?"

asked Ender, and Friedrich didn't speak.

"Flash!"

A bright light flashed, and the dark room was illuminated in an instant.

Even though Friedrich's body had mutated, he still needed to use vision to detect, and the strong light made him scream in pain.

And Ander was already ready to go, he raised the magic staff he got from Lujia, and threw it at the vague shadow.

Eat my sledgehammer!
　one more wait

　　
　
(End of this chapter)