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Chapter 382: Memories of Ovakin.
Four thousand years ago, Ovakin was born in the large swamp that borders the Howth Mountains and the Dili Plain. At that time, the Howth Mountains were far less cold than they are now, and the moist swamp with many trees was still warm. The large amount of water vapor always forms a hazy mist which makes people annoying.
As one of countless abandoned five-color dragon eggs, Ovakin’s fate will generally be eaten by a certain magical creature as ordinary food. After all, his parents seem to be young dragons who have not reached the legendary level. The dragon's eggs are not much stronger than the eggs of ordinary animals.
But luckily, this grey dragon egg drenched in the mud was recognized by a kind-hearted half-dragon sacrifice.
The elderly half-dragon sacrifice did not have the prejudice that the five-color dragon was regarded as the incarnation of evil, or the old sacrifices who were regarded as "a member of the evil half-dragon" were very aware of the irrationality of racial prejudice, even though A "son of redemption" who yearns for kindness can be born among demons, and a kind-hearted camp like him will also appear among evil half-dragons, so why can't a black dragon become a great and kind existence?
With this kind of innocent thought in the eyes of ordinary people, the old priest resolutely carried the dragon egg back to the tribe.
It is precisely because of this that the first face Ovac saw when he was born was not the hideous smile of the evil black dragon, nor the hungry mouth of wild creatures. What he saw was the old sacrificial scaly but very kind. Face, Ovakin still remembers the first words the old priest said to it at that time:
"Little guy, just call Ovakin, you will be a kind dragon."
That's right, the syllable of Ovakiin means "good dragon" in the language of half-dragons.
As a result, Little Ovakin began a childhood life that was completely different from that of all black dragons.
Before breaking free from the cage, Ovakin was actually very vulnerable to the evil blood of the five-color dragon. In addition, the young dragons in the Wyrmling period were very ignorant. For at least a hundred years, Leovaqin had often It made the half-dragon tribes furious, which also made the old sacrificial priests who tried to conceal the existence of the black dragon really worried.
Fortunately, the half-dragon tribe is located in the depths of the swamp. There are no precious magical materials in the swamp. The usually inaccessible people have successfully helped Ovakin hide his existence. That's it, Ovakin Almost all of his childhood was spent in the half-dragon tribe. Whether it was a silly half-dragon or a kind old priest, they regarded Ovakin as a real family member, and Ovakin himself was true. Think of this little half-dragon tribe as his home.
Maybe it’s to make the little black dragon who is messing around all day peaceful, maybe it’s really thinking about cultivating Ovakin as a rare spellcaster. When the black dragon grew to the young dragon period, the old priest began to treat Ova. Kein's magic teaching.
It is said to be magic teaching, but in fact, Ovakin is teaching himself most of the time. The old priest himself is a formal shaman. In fact, his understanding of magic is more only at the theoretical level. This kind of half-hearted. The theory is clearly not suitable for teaching.
However, the old sacrificial priest unexpectedly possessed a large collection of books related to magic. These do not know what kind of adventure the old sacrificial priest went through when he was young to obtain a wealth of knowledge in the library. The books on magic are from magic enlightenment to spells. The ranks are all-encompassing, it is precisely because of the credit of these books, under the coercion and temptation of the old priest, the impatient black dragon smoothly becomes a spellcaster.
In fact, before breaking free from the prison, Ovakin’s spellcasting level was really not that good. Tiamat’s heirs were actually not suitable for being a mage at all. Apart from anything else, the irritable black dragon had difficulty even calming down and meditating. It's not that the old sacrificial priest used powerful means to force it, this black dragon probably couldn't learn even a spell at all.
In this way, Ovak was stumbled until he became the master of the young dragon. It itself never thought that there was anything wrong with this. In Ovak's opinion, the world was originally so peaceful and serene. Every day I woke up with the sound of "hey ha" from the half-dragon people hitting the boulder for exercise, and then used their unskilled breath to kill a few innocent birds, practiced unskilled flight in the dense fog, and entered Looking for sweet and sour berries in the bush full of thorns... In retrospect, Ovakin would be intoxicated by that carefree time at any time.
But... in this cruel world, happiness is destined to never last!
Just when Ovakin really thought that such days would continue indefinitely... An extremely huge sad news came to the little Ovakin who was still rolling in the thorns to "massage" the dragon scales.
The life of the old priest is exhausted!
As an official shaman, the life span of the old priest is only a thousand years old. With the influence of the dark wounds left by his youth, the old priest finally ushered in the end of his life on the 876th birthday. .
At the time of dying, the only person who was sad at the old sacrificial window was Ovakin. The wisdom of the other half-dragons did not understand death at all. The old sacrificial priest has not left yet, the heartless ones. The half-long people began to pray for their ancestors to choose a new sacrifice.
However, Ovak was different. From beginning to end, the huge black dragon stayed by the old priest's side, until... he didn't want to face the moment quietly coming.
After thousands of years, Ovakin still remembers the old priest's entrustment to him before his death:
"Little guy, death and birth are both inevitable for us, so don't be afraid of it and avoid it. My life is about to come to an end, but my dream will be passed on by you forever... Seeing those Clan, most of them are stupid in peacetime, crazy in wartime, but it’s not to blame them, not everyone can resist the evil bloodline successfully, this kind of curse has given us a strong body and deprived us of many. Not much wisdom, because of such a curse, we will never be able to integrate into this world as a member of intelligent creatures..."
At this time, the old priest's eyes had begun to lose sight, but his lips were still creeping slowly-he was not reconciled:
"I dream that the poor person cursed by blood can live freely under the sun, but as a shaman, I can't figure out a solution to the problem until death, but maybe a mage can have different ideas... ...But I am destined to not be able to see that day come..."
The old priest stared silently at the ceiling in front of him. He could no longer make any sound from his mouth, but Ovakin still firmly remembered the old man's last words:
"Maybe a little selfish... but my dream... is entrusted to you, Ovakin".
On that day, a person who was most important to Ovakin left this world. On that day, Ovakin truly broke free and embarked on the path of a spellcaster, that is, on that day, A real, kind-hearted black dragon was born in the depths of the misty swamp............
"Old man, your dream will be passed on by me, how can I just turn to ashes like this"!
At this moment, along with the end of the memory, Ovakin's consciousness burst out in the depths of his soul with a terrifying roar:
"I am Ovakin-Sour Maw. I want all those who dare to violate my land to pay the price"!
End of this Chapter
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