About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

More and more small countries began to unite, and later even some medium and large forces joined in.

They united and ambushed a giant dragon together, severely injuring it and eventually causing its death.

This completely angered the giant dragons. Their population was already rare, and every compatriot was not a close friend, but often had some friendship.

They could not accept such a loss, just as human nobles could not accept the threat to the lives of their loved ones.

When irreconcilable contradictions appeared, the war between humans and dragons naturally broke out.

And the result of this war, which was purely caused by contradictions, naturally ended in a lose-lose situation.

The dragon clan lost half of its members, and countless small countries of mankind were destroyed.

The defeated dragon clan took away almost all the half-dragons in the world.

In the words of the then Dragon King, they owed these people a home.

So they built Dragon City.

A city isolated from the world, hanging high above the lava lake, is also a city that humans can hardly set foot in, and belongs only to the half-dragons.

After all, to reach Dragon City, one must fly over the scorching lava lake. If it weren't for the half-dragons who were born with dragon wings, ordinary humans would need means that ordinary people could not do.

After that, the dragons disappeared.

No one knew where they went. People only knew that there had never been a half-dragon born outside Dragon City in this world.

This was the story that Mowente had heard since he was a child.

In fact, when the tyrant's army swooped down and rushed into Dragon City together, he was still fantasizing that those dragons who didn't know where they went might suddenly appear and save the whole city from the water and fire.

But they didn't come.

There was no miracle, no savior, and the whole Dragon City was destroyed by the tyrant's army.

Familiar houses collapsed one by one, familiar faces died one by one, and every inch of familiar land and memories were smashed by arcane bombs, and all Mowente could do was to flee with Kalidora.

Or...

Just like now, standing in the sea of ​​fire and corpses, watching his hometown being destroyed bit by bit, but unable to do anything.

A huge arcane meteorite fell from the sky, and Mo Wente looked at it, slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

Then, there was a light snap.

He opened his eyes again.

"Bastard! What are you doing!"

The master's wooden sword hit Mo Wente's head.

He stared at the old man in front of him blankly and blinked.

"Huh? Master?" He asked confusedly.

"What's the matter, you little bastard, tomorrow is the coming-of-age ceremony, and you're still in a daze. If you are kicked off the ring by the disciple of the old An family, I will lose face!" The old man knocked Mo Wente's head and cursed.

For a moment, Mo Wente felt a little dazed.

He always felt that the scene in front of him was familiar.

"Maybe it's a sense of déjà vu..." He thought to himself, and the old man hit his head with a wooden sword again.

"What are you staring at? Are you listening to me?" the old man asked dissatisfiedly.

"Ah, sorry, sorry," Mowente scratched his head, "I just think that Saijies is also very powerful, and it's nothing to lose to him..."

"You! You are nothing! Where can I put my face as an old man!" The old man knocked Mowente's head several times in a row, "Why are you so... Alas, I don't know how to say you. I have taught so many apprentices, but you are the only one, tut, tut, I don't know how to say it. It's a good thing not to be competitive, but why don't you have the drive of young people at all?"

"Haha, after all, we are all brothers and sisters of the same clan," Mowente smiled happily.

"Alas..." The old man looked at Mowente with a subtle expression, tapped his shoulder lightly with a wooden sword, and finally could only sigh and said helplessly, "Tut, really, anyway, cheer up! Don't lose too badly to me!"

After that, he turned and left.

Mowente smiled, raised the sword, and continued to practice air swinging.

While swinging the sword, his sight drifted to the small building beside him unconsciously.

By the window of the small building, a girl was sitting at the table, staring at the book in front of her with a focused expression, holding a pen, writing and drawing on the notebook beside her.

Mo Wente looked at the beautiful profile of the girl, and was unconsciously stunned again.

As if she felt his gaze, the girl's sight slowly looked over. When their eyes met, the latter was slightly startled, her cheeks were stained with a hint of blush, and she hurriedly turned her eyes away, supporting her cheek with her left hand, as if to block the other person's sight, but her eyes could not help but drift towards Mo Wente again after a few seconds.

And Mo Wente was still looking straight at the girl, with a silly smile on her face.

For some reason, the girl suddenly opened her eyes wide, raised her hand holding the pen, and pointed at him for a while.

Mo Wente thought the other party was greeting him again and was thinking about how to respond, when he heard a snap and the teacher's wooden sword hit his head again.

Mo Wente thought to himself that something was wrong and turned around awkwardly.

However, when he turned around, he was stunned.

The master standing in front of him had lifeless eyes, a long spear pierced straight out of his heart, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his sword that had accompanied him for decades was broken in half.

Then, he slowly knelt on the ground, slightly lowered his head, and died.

Mo Wente looked around, there was no lively and laughing training ground, there were only the bodies of brothers who died with their eyes wide open, and the broken ruins.

Then he looked in the direction of the girl, the small building had collapsed, under the full moon, the figure wearing a hat and a black cloak slowly floated in the air, the long sword in his hand shone brightly in the moonlight.

And in his hand, he was pinching a corpse.

The corpse was wearing black armor, and the broad dragon wings were broken and drooped weakly behind him.

In his hand, drops of blood dripped from the pitch-black long sword, and the cold light seemed to be still eager for killing, but its owner slowly loosened his hand at this moment.

The pitch-black long sword slowly fell from the air, symbolizing the eternal fall of Dragon City's last hope...

Then, the pitch-black hat turned to the direction of Mo Wente.

The next moment, the knife flashed, and Mo Wente's eyes fell into darkness again.

"Snap!"

"Hey! Boy! Don't be in a daze!"

"Ah?" Mo Wente opened his eyes in confusion.

He subconsciously touched his neck and swallowed his saliva.

"Damn, my heart is beating so fast..." he murmured.

"Of course, everyone will be nervous at this time, take a deep breath, don't say the wrong thing later," the red-haired half-dragon pulled Mo Wente's cheek.

His name is Sai Jies, he is Mo Wente's best friend, the strongest swordsman among the younger generation, and the only closed disciple of the Dragon City Swordsman.

At the coming-of-age ceremony, Mowente had a duel with him. Although Mowente's master had high hopes for Mowente, Mowente still lost to Saijies.

"At this time?" Mowente looked at his best friend's cheek with a dull expression.

"Oh! Don't be stunned! Everyone is here! Go!" Saijies said, pushing Mowente out.

Mowente turned his head and found himself stepping into a beautiful garden with a crisp sound of sand.

It was a garden that he picked plants from the outside world and spent more than a month to successfully build.

Not far away, Kalidora, wearing a white dress, was walking slowly towards here. She moved her steps lightly, lowered her eyes slightly, and scanned the surrounding flowers and plants back and forth, with a blush on her face.

In an instant, Mowente woke up. He hurriedly patted his cheeks, straightened his clothes, and gently cleared his throat before walking forward.

"Well, that, did you arrange all these?" Kalidora asked softly.

"Ah, um..." Mowente nodded, "How is it, do you think, uh, it looks good?"

"Yeah," Kalidora nodded, "It took a lot of effort..."

"Haha, it's okay," Mowente rubbed the tip of his nose.

"No wonder your master scolds you every day recently, really, it doesn't matter if you don't do these..." Kalidora muttered softly.

"As long as you like it, what's the big deal about being scolded for a month?" Mowente said with a smile.

"Fool..." Kalidora muttered softly.

Then, the two fell into silence.

In fact, what to say today, the two actually know tacitly.

Although some things have not been said clearly, they are actually unspoken, and the only thing missing is the final ceremony.

And now, the two are just waiting for Mowente to say the words to start the ceremony.

"That... cough," Mowente cleared his throat.

"Hmm..." Kalidora responded softly, burying her head lower and lower, looking at her toes, waiting quietly.

"Ahem, hmm," Mowente took a deep breath and said, "Ka, Kali, I... can I become your other pair of wings?"

Kalidora gently twisted her hair on the side of her face with her fingers, and said "hmm" softly in a voice as thin as a mosquito's hum.

At that moment, Mowente felt his heartbeat faster than ever before. He gently stretched out his hands and carefully embraced Kalidora's waist. The dark wings spread out from behind him and slowly wrapped around the person in front of him from both sides.

Kalidora's wings also slowly spread out from behind, gently touching Mowente's wings.

The wings of the two people seemed to touch static electricity, and they shrank back at the same time, but then slowly stuck together.

Mowente gently hugged Kalidora's waist and slowly lowered his head.

Kalidor also raised her head slightly, closed her eyes slightly, and came towards Movente.

Their lips met, and the moment seemed like eternity.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling Kali's warm breath, smelling the faint fragrance on her hair, and feeling her heartbeat.

At this moment, he seemed to own the whole world.

But in the next second, suddenly, he felt his arms empty, and a trace of bitterness flowed into his lips.

He opened his eyes, and in front of him was Kalidor's collapsed face.

She stared at her eyes dejectedly, blood all over her body, and tears could not stop flowing from the corners of her eyes.

"Dead, all dead..." She murmured, "Mom, Dad, teacher, sister, they are all dead..."

Then, she knelt down, covered her face and cried, her white wings tightly wrapped around her, hugged her knees, and her body kept shaking.

Movente looked around. There was no beautiful garden nearby. There were only burning flames and blood all over the ground.

Suddenly, the dark long knife pierced his body. Movente stared blankly at the long knife that pierced his chest, then slowly turned his head and looked at the person behind him in disbelief.

That fiery red hair, that familiar face, that...

Myself, my only best friend.

He moved his lips, and a stream of blood gushed out of his mouth. Then, he moved his lips with difficulty and asked, "Saijies... why?"

"I'm sorry, Wente, you, you won't understand," he said with tears in his eyes, shaking his head constantly, and saying in a trembling voice, "They are the future, they are invincible, they are the army of God... You won't understand, we can't resist them, so, I, we can only obey them..."

"I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry..."

"I want to live, so, goodbye, Master..."

The long knife was pulled out, and Movente's eyes fell into darkness again.

But the last scene in his eyes was not his own falling figure, but the scene of Saijies's long sword piercing through the chest of the Dragon City Sword Master.

At that moment, he heard the extremely angry roar from the dark judge.

"Snap..."

Again and again.

One scene after another appeared in the eyes of Mowente.

Time and time again, beautiful memories appeared in front of him again, and then, they were distorted in the deepest and most evil way, and then stained with the most bitter tears and blood.

He saw the death of his family.

He saw the betrayal of his best friend.

He saw the destruction of his hometown.

He saw the insurmountable, deep despair.