Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 52 Reunion After 50 Years

In the summer of [-], in the outer suburbs of Chicago, Illinois, USA.

In an unremarkable barren mountain, a tent stood alone at the foot of the mountain.

This small hill and a large piece of land around it were bought in the last century. It is said that it belonged to a European nobleman. As such, this wasteland has become a rare paradise near Chicago.

Except for those mafia who would secretly bury the corpse here, no one wanted to disturb the tranquility of this land.

Until recently, a middle-aged man came here and showed his land deed to the Chicago City Hall, so that seemingly reliable gentleman became the owner of the land.

After that, the gentleman named Hilbert Jean Angers refused the help of others, and set up a tent at the foot of the hill by himself, as if waiting for someone.

He would take a walk around every day, carrying a hoe to dig out the gifts that the mafia gave to this land, gather those seeping bones and carrion together, and then burn them with a fire, so as to ensure the fertility and prosperity of this land. pure.

Mr. Hilbert-Jean Angers, who had worked all day, returned to his small tent. The tent is not small, similar to the common yurts on the grassland.

It was very dark in the tent, he fumbled to light the carbon stove in the tent, turned around with the oil lamp, the light dispelled the darkness, and a figure was sitting on his camp bed.

"Long time no see, Angers."

The figure was carrying a large bag, and the thin camp bed creaked under the weight. The figure dropped the backpack, and the huge backpack hit the ground with a loud sound.

He walked towards Angers, his face was illuminated by the dim light, it was Ander who stayed in Huaxia all the year round.

Angers stretched out her hand, put the oil lamp aside, and gave Ender a big hug.

"Long time no see, old friend."

"Yeah, it's been almost 20 years, and the last time I called you was because of a damn pseudo-dragon."

Ander was also very excited. After the dragon vein was blown up, Ander stayed in China, while Angers returned to Europe. A few years later, the First World War broke out. The two got together less and more, and now they finally got together .

"Yeah, I remember you stuffing that cannonball up his ass and..."

"Don't mention that, it's disgusting..."

Ender showed a distressed expression. If he hadn't wanted to capture the dragon alive, he wouldn't have made such a tactic to let the anesthesia bomb explode in the dragon's gut.

Anger patted Ander's shoulder, moved a chair to sit in front of Ander, and asked:
"How is it now? Are Hao and the others okay?"

"I'll talk about this later, but you, do you still need to pretend in front of me?"

Angers smiled wryly when he heard the words, and with the flash of light, that handsome gentleman had turned into a humanoid monster.

The golden scales, the outstretched dragon wings, and the dragon horns on top of his head all showed his danger.

"Not bad, the wings have grown."

Ander looked at Ange's current state. Although the scales were covered with scars, he could see that Ange's strength had become stronger again, and the power in his blood had also been unearthed.

"This look is too dangerous..."

Anger is obviously dissatisfied with his half-human half-dragon appearance. This form can easily be mistaken for Deadpool, so he has to carefully maintain the transformation technique on his body. Fortunately, his speech can control time, and many He was about to be discovered this time, and he was rescued by the spirit of speech.

"You are content. You must know that dragonborn should have a dragon head, but for some reason, people in your world will not appear after transformation."

For ordinary humans, after transforming into a dragonborn, they will grow dragon heads and dragon claws. When a dragonborn grows to a certain stage and gradually strengthens its blood, it can grow dragon wings.

But after the hybrids in this world were transformed into dragon descendants, Ender found that these dragon descendants would not grow dragon heads, but still kept human faces.

Ender speculated that this might be due to the conflict between two different bloodlines in the hybrid.

Patting the backpack next to his legs, Ender's eyes showed a trace of sadness.

"Ahao is dead."

Ender's tone was calm, as if those people were not his family members and comrades-in-arms, but some strangers who had never met before.

"Why... died?"

"Killed by island country devils."

After Angers left China last time, the September [-]th Incident broke out in the Northeast, and the island nation raided Northeast China. From then on, a war full of blood and tears of the children of China began.

"After the devils came, I thought they were just ordinary people...until I found this out."

Ender kicked the backpack next to him, and the huge bag fell down, and the contents rolled all over the floor.

They were a dozen or so samurai swords, and the gleaming blades slipped out of their sheaths.

"This is?"

"The spoils are all alchemy swords."

Ender picked up one of them casually, and pulled out the knife.

"Look, this one is called Murasame, and when the knife is stained with blood, it will rain."

Ender waved the samurai sword with a smile on his face, chopping and whistling in the air, then threw Murasame aside, and picked up another samurai sword.

"I like this knife very much. I call it Village Fire, because flames will emerge from the knife. Ah Hao was killed by this thing."

When Ander twisted his wrist, flames burst out from the samurai sword. The raging fire burned and shone on Ender's face, leaving shadows of various sizes.

"Those bastards from the island country, they want to wake up a third-generation species. Ahao and I went there to stop them."

Ender dropped the knife at his feet, and the expression on his face became ferocious.

"You know what they did, tens of thousands of ordinary humans... tens of thousands of people were killed by him, just to wake up that beast."

Ander's eyes had turned into vertical pupils, a violent aura appeared from his tent, and Long Wei frightened the surrounding wolves that came out to look for food, their tails clenched.

"I rushed over to fight with that three-generation pseudo-dragon. Ah Hao and the others encountered those devils. When I killed that beast, only Chu Jie was left outside."

Hearing this, Ange took out a handkerchief and handed it to Ander. He could see that Ander's heart was not as calm as he appeared.

Ender patted Angers' hand away, he didn't need this kind of comfort.

"That was the one I regret the most. I regret why I don't have necromancy spells."

Ender relaxed and leaned against Angers' pillow.

"Later, Ajie and I traveled around to kill those bastard devils who came to China."

Ender gestured to the samurai sword on the ground with his chin, "These are all captured from those people."

"They call themselves...the Eight Snake Qi Family."

(End of this chapter)