Netheril Glory Chapter 382: Memories of Ovaqin

Four thousand years ago, Owak was born in a swamp bordering the Dalí Plains in the Hos Mountains. At that time, the Hos Mountains were not as cold as they are now, and the moist swamps with many trees were considered Warm, except that a large amount of water vapor always forms a hazy mist that makes people bored.

As one of the countless abandoned five-colored dragon eggs, in general, Ovaqin’s fate will be eaten by a magical creature as ordinary food. After all, his parents seem to have not reached the legendary youth Dragons, the eggs produced are no stronger than the eggs of ordinary animals.

But luckily, this gray egg drenched in the mud was recognized by a kind-hearted half-dragon sacrifice.

The aging half-dragon sacrifices do not prejudice the five-colored dragon as an evil incarnation, or the old priests who are generally considered to be "a member of the evil half-dragon" are very aware of the unreasonableness of such things as racial prejudice. At this point, even a "savior" who longs for goodness can be born among demons, and a kind camp sacrifice like this will appear in the evil half-dragon, so why can't a black dragon become a great and kind existence?

Holding this kind of innocent thought to the average person, the old priest resolutely took the dragon egg back to the tribe.

Because of this, Owak’s first face when he was born was not the greasy smile of the evil black dragon, nor the huge mouth of the hungry creatures in the wild. He saw the old sacred piece of scales but A very kind face, Ovain still remembers the first sentence the old priest said to it at that time:

"Little guy, your name is Ovak. You will be a kind dragon."

Yes, Owak means "good dragon" in the half-dragon language because of this syllable.

So, Owak Jr. started a childhood life that was completely different from all Black Dragons.

Before he finished his escape from prison, Owak was still very easily disturbed by the evil blood of the five-colored dragon. In addition, the dragons in the fledgling period were very ignorant. In at least one hundred years, Leowak Because they often make the half-dragon tribe make chickens and dogs jump, which makes the old sacrifices trying to conceal the existence of the black dragon so sad.

Fortunately, the half-dragon tribe is located deep in the swamp, and there is no precious magical material in the thick fog. The usual human traces are rare enough to help Owakhin hide his own existence. Almost all of Wackin’s childhood was spent in the Half-Dragon tribe. Whether it’s the fool-like, silly Half-Dragon, or the kind old sacrificial priest, he took Ovain as a real family, Ovain himself I really regard this little half-dragon tribe as my home.

Maybe it’s for the little black dragon who has been fooling around for a while, maybe it’s really considering cultivating Ovakine as a rare caster. When the black dragon grew into a young dragon, the old sacrifice began. The teaching of Ovaqin's magic.

It is said to be magic teaching, but in fact most of the time, Owakin is self-taught, and the old sacrifice is a formal shaman. His understanding of magic is actually only at the theoretical level. This half-hanging theory is obviously not suitable for teaching.

However, the old ritual is quite surprised to have a large collection of books about magic. These people don’t know what kind of adventures the old ritual experienced when they were young, and they gained a lot of knowledge about the collection. The books about magic are enlightened from magic. All of the advancement of the spell is due to the credit of these books. Under the coercion and temptation of the old sacrifice, the impatient Black Dragon successfully became a caster.

In fact, before breaking free, Ovaqin’s spellcasting level is really not very good. Tiamat’s heirs are actually not suitable for becoming a mage. Not to mention anything else. The irritable black dragon calmly came to meditation. Difficult, if the old priest forced it by powerful means, this black dragon might not even learn a magic.

In this way, Ovain stumbled until he became the master of at least Juvenile Dragon, and he himself did not think that there was anything wrong with it. Anyway, in Ovaqin’s view, the world has always been so calm. Peacefully, I wake up every day in the sound of "Heha" where the half-dragon people hit the boulders to exercise, and then use their unskilled breath to slaughter a few innocent birds, and exercise in the dense fog. Fly into the bush full of thorns to find sweet and sour berries.... In retrospect, Ovaqin will be intoxicated by the carefree time anytime.

But... in this cruel world, happiness is destined to never end!

Just when Ovaqin really thought that such a day would continue indefinitely..., an incomparably huge bad news found the small Ovaqin who was still "massaging" the dragon scales in the thorns.

The life of the old sacrifice is exhausted!

As a formal shaman, the life of the old ritual is only a thousand years old. With the influence of the dark wounds left when he was young, the old ritual finally ushered in on the birthday of 876. End of life.

On the occasion of surviving, only Owaqin was the one who was sad by the old sacrifice window. The wisdom of the other half-dragons could not understand the reason of death at all. The old sacrifice had not left yet, and those who did not care The lungless half-dragons began to pray for their ancestors to choose a new sacrifice.

However, Owak is different. From beginning to end, the huge black dragon is kept by the old sacrificial prince, until...the last time he wants to face it quietly comes.

After thousands of years, Ovain still remembers the old priest’s entrustment to him before death:

"Little fellow, death and birth are all inevitable, so don’t be afraid of it and escape. My life is about to come to an end, but my dream will be passed on forever......... Have you seen those tribes, most of them are stupid in peacetime and crazy in wartime, but this is not to blame them, not everyone of evil blood can resist success, this curse has given us a strong body and also deprived Given our few wisdoms, due to such a curse, we can never be integrated into this world as a member of intelligent creatures..."

At this time, the old sacrificial eyes have begun to loosen, but his lips are still slowly creeping-he is not reconciled:

"I dream that the poor people cursed by the blood can live freely in the sun, but as a shaman, I can’t think of a solution to the problem until death, but maybe a mage can have different Thoughts...but I am destined not to see that day come...""

The old priest stared silently at the ceiling in front of him. There was no sound in his mouth, but Ovain still remembered the old man’s last lip firmly:

"Maybe a bit selfish...but ~IndoMTL.com~my dream...I will entrust it to you, Ovain".

On that day, a person who was most important to Ovaqin left the world. On that day, Ovacín truly completed his escape from prison and embarked on the path of the caster, which means On that day, a true and kind black dragon was born deep in the dense fog.........

"Old man, your dream will be passed on to me, how can I just turn it into ashes"!

At this moment, with the end of the memory, Ovaqin’s consciousness roared in the depths of his soul:

"I am Ovain-Sour Throat, and I want everyone who dares to violate my land to pay"! ...

　　

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