Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 5 Chat Time
Ander didn't expect that the human who was resurrected from the dying would recover his sanity the moment the ceremony was completed, and even attack his master without any scruples. If it wasn't for the contract in his blood, he might A piece of flesh was torn off the neck.

"Calm down, don't waste your energy."

While talking, the brass dragon's dexterous tail was not idle, wrapping tightly around his new entourage like a snake, wrapping him tightly, unable to break free.

Ender took a deep breath, his chest swelled, and yellow gas spewed out from his mouth. It was hypnotic breath, the signature skill of the brass dragon.

Anger had just recovered from a slumber, and had no way of resisting the attack of the hypnotic gas. He immediately passed out after inhaling some gas.

"This must be a person with a story. When it comes to stories, it's time for the most exciting chat again!"

Ender opened his mouth, a little triumphantly. After holding back for a long time, he finally knew what happened in this world.

And when Angers woke up again, he found that he was half buried in a rock, and the rock wrapped his body like a soft swamp, only exposing his upper body, preventing him from moving.

Next to it is a man with an Asian face, and in front of the man is a huge, wooden barbecue grill, on which a freshly slaughtered doe is skewered, accompanied by the crackling sound of firewood, exuding a tempting aroma of meat .

"I just went hunting. It is the host's duty to prepare food and drinks for the guests chatting together."

Angers didn't consider himself a guest, and now he looked more like a captive or a slave.

Ender looked at the man.It was obvious that the transformation was very successful, dragon scales had begun to appear on the chest, and the pupils had also turned into dark golden vertical pupils similar to those of the brass dragon.

"Are you sober? I have some food and wine here, do you want to come and chat?"

Ander said tentatively, putting the bloodshot roast meat near Angers mouth, completely ignoring that Angers was still bound in the rock.

But he soon discovered that this man was more stubborn than he imagined, he just stared at himself, as if Ender was his father-killing enemy.

"Don't be so angry, I'm very kind, and I saved you."

"I like chatting the most, let's talk about it, what's your story?"'

Angers was buried in the stone, only his upper body and his bare head were exposed.

"Seeing that you are not very talkative, maybe we should start a topic first, such as what is your name?"

There was still no response, the man in front of him was like a religious fanatic who was about to die, he just stared at Ender with a contemptuous look, which made Ender very uncomfortable.

"My patience is limited. Have you ever heard of a spell called Charm Human?"

"You can choose, do you say it yourself or I force you?"

The man took a few deep breaths.Spit out a name in a hoarse and low tone:
"Hilbert Jean Angers".

Ender's eyes lit up, and being willing to speak meant being able to communicate.

"You should be a warrior, what kind of battle have you experienced?"

Ender wanted to strike while the iron was hot, and wanted to pull out more information.

But this man is like a hard rock, unwilling to reveal anything related to the explosion except his own name.

As a brass dragon, Ender preferred to let the other party speak rather than use spells.

Seeing this, Ander used a little spell to expose Angers' arm, and handed him a sheepskin wine bag.

Back then, Ender made distilled spirits to sell money, but he soon discovered that the dwarves had already had better things, so the wine could only stay in his space bag.

"Broken dragon, try it?"

The man named Angers in front of him didn't speak, but just grabbed the bloodshot barbecue, stuffed it into his mouth, and drank a large bottle of alcohol, which was almost medical alcohol concentration.

A hot taste came from Ange's throat, and only this kind of pain could make him forget the previous pain.

"My name is Hilbert Jean Angers. I'm a born dragon slayer. Aren't you afraid, little dragon?"

Ender was taken aback by the news that there were dragons here too.This is really bad news, will he continue to fight the color dragon? ?

"Don't act condescending, tell me about the dragons here in detail."

Ander pretended to be calm, and said to Angers.

Angers was puzzled: "Aren't you a dragon? Which king's heir are you?"

"I don't know what king, I am a brass dragon, a good brass dragon."

Angers was confused by this inexplicable development. Is there something wrong with the historical records of the secret party, and there are still dragons who don't know the existence of the four kings?

But Anger didn't want to reveal too much information about the secret party, so he could only let the flow take its course and talk about the myths and legends of the dragon world, from the black king Nigelhold to Pangu Kaitian, there are quite a few words on the Internet elegant demeanor.

Andrew listened to Ange telling the myths and legends of the dragon world, and compared the dragon in the story with the books in his memory, and soon he found himself in a world with some impressions.

At that time, Ander was still an individual. When he was in junior high school, a book called "Dragon Clan" became popular among his classmates. It told a story about how a waste material slays a dragon.

I heard that the end of this story is unfinished, and I don't know what happened to this good-for-nothing.

While listening to Ange's more and more ridiculous stories, he closed his eyes and entered the hall of memory. After comparing the manuscript in his memory, Ander soon discovered that the man who looked like a boiled egg in front of him was actually the all-powerful character in the story. Principal Cassel: Angers.

If the timeline of the memory in the story is correct, it should be 1900.At this time, the Day of Mourning incident occurred, resulting in the death and injury of most of the secret party, only Ange survived.

If he wants to gain more benefits in this world, he can only stand on the side of humans. Ender has no feelings for the dragons in this world. According to the description in the novel, they can't even be called "dragons".

And in front of him, there is a child of destiny who cannot hurt him, a hybrid with his own bloodline, longing for revenge, at this time, he only needs a little help...

At this time, Angers was still telling the myths about the dragon race, and it was almost time to talk about how dragons affected people during the period of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, and the judgment about whether Fuxi was a mixed race.

Ender interrupted Ange's narration:

"Want revenge?"

"what?"

"The hatred in your eyes is overflowing, do you want revenge?"

"Yes, but at what cost?"

"Two hundred sheep, a bed made of pure gold, twenty pieces of woodcarvings by master artists, precious stones of various colors, the size of a pigeon's egg..."

The scene of bitter revenge and deep hatred was filled with the smell of copper for a while
The corner of Ange's mouth twitched, it took him a long time to digest the information he got, and stammered out a sentence

"I'm going to slay the dragon..."

Ender didn't care.As for dragon slaying, the dragon himself did the most.

"Tulong is right to find me, brass dragon mercenary, who knows who uses it, a word, will you hire it or not?"

……

"Pleasant to work with..."

"Pleasant to work with"

Two oily hands were clasped together.

　In order to adjust the update time, one update will be released today, and the other update will be released at twelve o'clock.

　　From then on, every day at 12:[-] noon and at [-]:[-] p.m.

　　Thanks to Gu Qiying Qiu Xiaok for the recommendation ticket
　　


(End of this chapter)