Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 7 Funeral
In the dead of night, the moonlight shone through the treetops on the animal path in the forest. Two men walked on this path trampled by wild beasts for years.

At this time, most of the trees have lost their leaves in late autumn, and only the bare trunks are projected on the path, leaving a shadow with teeth and claws.

But one of these two people was naked from the upper body, and the lower body was only surrounded by a circle of animal skins, and the other was wearing a strange robe, which was full of folds, like the robes of ancient Greek sages in carvings.

"From now on, I will be your second uncle. Remember to call me uncle, good nephew."

Originally Angers wanted this strange dragon to pretend to be an unaware hybrid, but Ender didn't want to be a nobody, he preferred to be Angers' elder.

Angers slowed down when he heard what An De said, and pointed to Ender's face and said,

"I don't have an oriental uncle."

"It never occurred to me that you were a racist."

"Most of the members of the secret party are European nobles. If you want to say that we are racists, there is nothing wrong with it."

Angers talked a lot more than before, maybe this is his true character.

"Then there are always people who look similar to me in your secret party."

An De knew the reason and asked, and the only Chinese in the secret party at this time was Lu Shanyan, the great-grandfather of the protagonist of the Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei.

In fact, he can of course turn into a Caucasian, but since he has returned to the earth, it is more comfortable to wear his original face, so why should he turn into a white-skinned look.

"There is one."

"Then I'm his second uncle. What's his name?"

"Lu Shanyan"

"Then I will be called Lu Ande from now on."

Angers stopped and stared at Ender quietly.

"What?"

"Lu Shanyan is dead, he died in the Cassel manor, he is a hero"

Ender shrugged. He liked heroes. As a bard, stories about heroes were very popular, whether they were in court or in taverns.

"I like heroes. If you are willing to share this story, maybe I can write a story about a dragon slayer with him as the main character."

Angers didn't speak, he turned around, rubbed his face fiercely, stopped talking, but hurried on his way with his head down.

"Don't insult the name."

A hoarse voice came from in front of Ender, floating in the wind like a ghost.

"I'm a giant dragon, can you trust me more?"

Regardless of Ange's offensive behavior, the brass dragon has a good temper most of the time, especially when chatting with other intelligent creatures.

As the two moved forward, more and more trees were turned into charcoal.

At this time, Ander carefully observed the strangeness of these trees by the moonlight. Different from charcoal burned by ordinary fires, these trees seemed to have completely drained the water from them, maintaining their original postures, even Every branch on the branch is the same as before, but they are all carbonized.

Ander was secretly startled, this is the power of Ling Ling: Rhine?This kind of power is not pure destruction, but more akin to converting living trees into charcoal.

The water in these trees has been completely disappeared. It is conceivable that when the explosion occurred, the entire area became a field of fire elements, and then gathered together...

BOOM!
"It's really terrifying power. Even the magic of the nine rings can't do this."

Ender muttered something under his breath.

It was only then that Ander noticed that Angers had stopped. He walked over in a leisurely manner, and found that Angers had reached the edge of the Cassel Manor.

Angers caressed the twisted and melted iron railings, which stood like stone sculptures, quietly staring at the ruined Cassel Manor.

At this moment, the world is so quiet, the surrounding animals have already been startled away by the explosion, and not even a little bit of birds and insects can be heard.

"When you found me here, was there anything left?"

ange broke the silence

"Perhaps you can go in and look for it yourself."

Ender paid too much attention to the gold coins and gems in his search, and didn't pay attention to other things at all.

Ander followed Angers into the Cassel manor. On the road to the manor, he saw countless intertwined corpses. They embraced each other like lovers, not for love but for killing each other.

An overturned carriage stood in the middle of the road, the horses long dead.The blood seemed to be sucked away by something unknown, leaving only the dry horse carcass.

These corpses all present a very weird texture, like a combination of wood and stone, and look like weird sculptures.

The way Ender entered the manor was not this way, so he didn't see these horrific corpses.

Looking at the human corpse with dragon scales and dragon claws, which resembles a wood carving, it is as if the dragon's claws were forcibly stripped off, grafted onto humans with a violent method, and then turned into zombies Same.

Ender was like seeing a bunch of intertwined maggots, creatures that desecrated the real dragon so much that it made the dragon sick,
"It's really disgusting, is this Deadpool?"

A few balls of flames appeared in Ender's hands, which were released by several fireballs. The wooden corpses began to burn blazingly, and the several human corpses engulfed in them were reduced to ashes.

"That's my teacher."

Angers did not stop Ender's behavior.It's just that after the flames burned out, he used the animal skin he was wearing to carry away a few handfuls of dust.

"Sorry, you should have warned me earlier."

Ender didn't look apologetic at all.

Continuing to walk forward, the ground cracked and the loess was scorched, and Ander returned to the big pit he saw yesterday.

Angers looked at the center of the pit and seemed to be looking for something.

"Was anyone here when you came here?"

"There was nothing here, the explosion destroyed everything."

Ender answered.

Angers didn't speak. He had seen some visions during his coma, except for the intertwined corpses. His best friend, Meinec Cassel, stood in the middle of the explosion pit with a knife in his hand, as if Still fighting.

"I thought I'd see him again."

Angers' tone was very calm, as if he was stating a trivial matter.

"No one can leave a whole body under this kind of explosion, unless your comrade-in-arms is a legendary fighter."

"He was truly a legend and a fighter."

Angers responded.

Ander watched Angers walk into the big pit step by step, rummaging in the pit.

He dug up a corpse that was very similar to the Deadpool he had seen before. The palm of the corpse was blown off, and his whereabouts were unknown.

Seeing this, Ender wiped his hands secretly. He had seen the palm of that corpse before. It was the "wood carving" he found when he came here. Now thinking about his hands touching such a disgusting thing, Ender felt a little nauseous. .

He found the "wood carving" he discarded yesterday, picked it up with the hands of a magician and threw it to Angers

"Then, I found it up there."

Angers was already digging up several other corpses at this time, most of them were broken and incomplete, only the deadpool-like corpse was still intact.

Ange nodded his thanks to Ender, piled up the corpses of his companions and placed the collected ashes, a fireball shot out from his hand, igniting the piled corpses.

Ender raised his eyebrows when he saw this, it seemed that Angers had begun to discover the magic hidden in his blood.

Not long after, Angers crawled out of the pit with his hands covered in mud.

"Have you learned the fireball technique?"

"Learn while walking, much easier than Ling Ling."

Well, this is probably genius...

"what's down there"

"My comrades...and"

"……my past."

(End of this chapter)