About the brave man who became a thousand-year-old potato and ended up destroying the world

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

Together, they ambushed a giant dragon and severely wounded it, ultimately causing his downfall.

This completely angered the dragon. Their population was already sparse, and every compatriot was not only a close friend, but also had some friendships with them.

They cannot accept such a loss, just like human nobles cannot accept that the lives of their loved ones are threatened.

When irreconcilable conflicts arise, war between humans and dragons will naturally break out.

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

The dragon clan lost half of its members, and countless small human countries 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 that is isolated from the world and hangs high above a lake of lava. It is also a city that is almost inaccessible to humans and belongs only to half-dragon people.

After all, if you want to reach Dragon City, you have to fly through the scorching lava lake. If you are not a half-dragon born with dragon wings, ordinary humans want to reach here, and they need means that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

After that, the dragons disappeared.

No one knows where they went. People only know that there have never been half-dragons born outside Dragon City in this world.

This is the story Mowente has heard since he was a child.

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

But, they didn't come.

There was no miracle or savior. The entire Dragon City was reduced to ruins by the tyrant's troops.

Familiar houses collapsed one by one, familiar faces died one by one, every inch of familiar land and memories were shattered by arcane bombs, and all Vent could do was to take Callidora with him. Flee in panic.

or……

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

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

Then, there was a soft snap.

He opened his eyes again.

"You bastard! Why are you so scared!"

The master's wooden sword hit Mowente on the head.

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

"Huh? Master?" he asked confused.

"Eh, what, you bastard, tomorrow is the coming-of-age ceremony. Why don't you stay in a daze? If you are kicked off the ring by the disciples of Lao An's family, I will be completely disgraced!" The old man typed the last sentence. Te's head cursed.

For a moment, Mowente felt a little dazed.

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

"Maybe it's a sense of déjà vu..." He thought to himself, and received another wooden knife from the old man on his head.

"What are you talking about? Are you listening to me?" the old man asked dissatisfied.

"Ah, I'm sorry," Mowente scratched his head, "I just think that Sejis is quite powerful, and it's okay to lose to him..."

"You! You're nothing! Old man, where can I put my face!" The old man knocked Mowente on the head several times, "How come you are so... Oh, I don't even know what to say to you, after teaching you so much You have many apprentices, but you, ugh, I don’t know how to put it, it’s a good thing not to be competitive, but why don’t you have any youthful energy?”

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

"Alas..." The old man looked at Mo Wente with a subtle expression, and tapped his shoulder lightly with a wooden knife. Finally, he could only sigh and said helplessly, "Tsk, really, cheer me up! Even if you lose, don’t make it look too embarrassing for me!”

Having said that, he turned and walked away.

Mowente smiled, raised his sword, and continued practicing his air swing.

While waving his sword, his eyes unconsciously drifted to the small building nearby.

Beside the window of the small building, a girl was sitting at the table, staring intently at the book in front of her, holding a pen and writing and drawing in the notebook beside her.

Mowente looked at the girl's beautiful profile and felt a little stunned again.

As if feeling his gaze, the girl slowly looked over, and their eyes met. The latter was slightly startled, with a trace of blush on her cheeks, and looked away in panic, holding her hand with her left hand. He touched his cheek, as if to block the other person's sight, but within a few seconds, his own eyes couldn't help but drift towards Mowente's direction.

Mowente, on the other hand, was still looking directly at the girl, with a silly smile on his face.

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

Mowente thought the other party was being weird by greeting him again, and when he was thinking about how to respond, he heard a snap, and the teacher's wooden knife hit him on the head again.

Mo Wente secretly groaned that something was wrong, and then he turned around in a sarcastic manner.

However, when he turned around, he froze on the spot.

The master standing in front of him had eyes blank, a spear pierced out from his heart, gurgling blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his saber that had been with him for decades was broken at the waist.

Then, he slowly knelt down on the ground, his head slightly bowed, no longer breathing.

Mo Wente raised his eyes and looked around. There was no lively and laughing training ground. There were only corpses of brothers everywhere and broken ruins.

Looking up in the direction of the girl, the small building had also collapsed. Under the full moon, the figure wearing a bamboo hat and a dark cloak slowly floated in the sky, and the long knife in his hand shone brightly in the moonlight. .

And in his hand, he held a corpse.

The corpse was dressed in black armor, and its broad dragon wings were broken and hung weakly behind it.

In his hand, drops of blood dripped from the long black knife. The cold light seemed to still be eager to kill, but its owner slowly let go of his hand at this moment.

The long black knife slowly fell from the sky, symbolizing the eternal fall of Dragon City's last hope...

Then, the dark hat turned towards Mowente.

The next moment, the sword flashed, and Mowente's eyes fell into darkness again.

"Snapped!"

"Hey! Boy! Stop being dazed!"

"Ah?" Mowente opened his eyes in confusion.

He subconsciously touched his neck and swallowed.

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

"Of course, everyone will be nervous at this time. Take a deep breath and don't say the wrong thing for a while." The red-haired half-dragon pulled Mowente's cheek.

His name is Sejes, he is Mowente's best friend, the strongest sword master among the younger generation, and the only close disciple of Dragon City Sword Master.

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 Sejes.

"This, at this time?" Mowente looked at his best friend's face with a dull expression.

"Oh! Don't be in a daze! Everyone is here! Go quickly!" Sejis said, pushing Movent out.

Mowente turned his head, and with a crisp sound of sand, he realized that he had stepped into a beautiful garden.

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

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

In an instant, Mowente woke up. He quickly patted his cheek, straightened his clothes, cleared his throat gently, and then stepped forward.

"Then, um, are these all arranged by you?" Callidora asked softly.

"Ah, um..." Mo Wen nodded, "How about it? Do you think, uh, it looks good?"

"Well," Callidora nodded, "I must have wasted a lot of effort..."

"Haha, not bad," Mowente rubbed the tip of his nose.

"No wonder your master has been scolding you every day recently. Really, it doesn't matter even if you don't do these things..." Callidora muttered softly.

"As long as you like it, it doesn't matter if you get scolded for a month?" Mo Wente said with a smile.

"Fool..." Callidora muttered softly.

Then, the two fell into silence.

In fact, both of them tacitly agreed on what they were going to say today.

Although some things have not been said clearly, they have been left unsaid, and the only difference is the last ceremony.

Now, the two of them were just waiting for Vente to say the words to start the ceremony.

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

"Well..." Callidora responded softly, burying her head lower and lower, looking at her toes, waiting quietly.

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

Callidora gently twirled the hair on the side of her face with her fingers, and said softly "Hmm" in a voice as thin as a mosquito's moan.

At that moment, Mowente felt that his heartbeat was faster than ever before. He gently stretched out his hands and carefully hugged Callidora's waist. The dark wings spread out from behind him and slowly spread out from both sides. He wraps up sideways towards the person in front of him.

Callidora's wings also slowly opened from behind, gently touching Mervent's wings.

Their wings shrank back at the same time as if they were touched by static electricity, but then slowly came together again.

Mervent gently hugged Callidora's waist and slowly lowered his head.

Callidora also raised her head slightly, closed her eyes slightly, and faced Mervent.

The lips met for a moment that seemed like an eternity.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling Carly's warm breath, smelling the faint fragrance of the other person's hair, and feeling the other person's heartbeat.

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

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

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

Her eyes widened in despair, her body was covered in blood, and tears flowed uncontrollably 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 bitterly, her white wings tightly wrapping herself, hugging her knees, her body trembling continuously.

Mowente raised his eyes and looked around. There were no beautiful gardens nearby. There were only burning flames and blood everywhere.

Suddenly, a long black knife passed through his body. Mowente stared blankly at the long knife that passed through 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, "Serges...why?"

"Hug, I'm sorry, Went, you, you won't understand," he shed tears in his eyes, shook his head constantly, and said in a trembling voice, "They are the future, they are invincible, they are God's The army...you won't understand, we can't resist them, so, I, we can only obey them..."

"Sorry……"

"Sorry……"

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

The long knife was drawn out, and Mowente's eyes fell into darkness again.

But the last scene in his eyes was not his fallen figure, but the image of Sejes' long sword piercing through the chest of the Dragon City Sword Master.

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

"Snapped……"

again and again.

Scenes appeared in Mowente's eyes one after another.

Beautiful memories appeared in front of him again and again, and then were twisted in the deepest and most evil way, and then stained with the bitterest tears and blood.

He saw his own family die.

He saw the betrayal of his best friend.

He saw the destruction of his hometown.

He saw the insurmountable, deep despair.