Four thousand years ago, Ovac was born in the Horth Mountains on the border of the Dili Plains, when the Howth Mountains were far from being as cold as they are now, and the wooded and humid swamps were still relatively warm, except for the large amount of water vapor that always formed a hazy fog that was annoying.

As one of the countless abandoned five-colored dragon eggs, Ovacin's fate is generally to be eaten as ordinary food by a magical creature, after all, his parents seem to be young dragons who have not reached the legendary level, and the dragon eggs born are not much stronger than the eggs of ordinary animals.

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

The old half-dragon sacrifice does not have the prejudice of seeing the five-colored dragon as the embodiment of evil, or the old priest who is generally considered to be a "member of the evil half-dragon people" is very aware of the irrationality of racial prejudice, even if the demon can give birth to a "son of redemption" who yearns for goodness, there will be a good camp sacrifice like him among the evil half-dragon people, so why can't a black dragon become a great and kind existence?

With this kind of extremely naïve idea 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 Ovacin saw when he was born was not the hideous smile of the evil black dragon, nor the hungry jaws of wild creatures, but the scaly but very kind face of the old priest, and Ovacin still remembers the first words that the old priest said to him at that time:

"Little one, your name is Ovac, and you will be a good dragon."

That's right, Ovac means "good dragon" in the half-dragon language for this syllable.

As a result, little Ovacin began a childhood life that was completely different from all black dragons.

Before he finished breaking free from the cage, Ovacin was actually very susceptible to the interference of the evil bloodline of the five-colored dragon, and the little dragon in the young dragon period was very ignorant, and for at least a hundred years, Ovacin often made the half-dragon tribe jump, which also made the old priest who tried to hide the existence of the black dragon very worried.

But fortunately, the half-dragon tribe is located in the depths of the swamp, and there are no precious magic materials in the swamp filled with thick fog, and the usual inaccessible success helped Ovacin hide his existence, just like that, Ovacin's entire childhood was spent in the half-dragon tribe, whether it was a silly half-dragon or a kind old priest, Ovakin regarded Ovacin as a real family, and Ovacin himself really regarded this small half-dragon tribe as his home.

Maybe it's to make the little black dragon who messes around all day a little bit safer, or maybe it's really considering cultivating Ovacin into a rare spellcaster, and when the black dragon grows up to the time of the young dragon, the old priest begins to teach Ovacin magic to him.

It is said that it is magic teaching, but in fact, many times Ovac is self-taught, and the old priest himself is a formal shaman, and his understanding of magic is actually more just at the theoretical level, and this kind of half-baked theory is obviously not suitable for teaching.

However, the old priest is very surprised to have a large collection of books related to magic, these do not know what kind of adventure the old priest experienced when he was young to get the book collection is quite rich, and the books about magic are all from magic enlightenment to spell advancement, it is because of the credit of these books, under the coercion and temptation of the old priest, the impatient black dragon successfully became a spellcaster.

In fact, before breaking free from the cage, Ovacin's spell casting level was really not very good, and Tiamat's heir was actually not suitable to become a mage at all, not to mention anything else, it was difficult for the irascible black dragon to even calm down and meditate, if it weren't for the old priest forcing it with strong means, this black dragon might not be able to learn even a spell at all.

In this way, Ovac has stumbled until he becomes a master of the young dragon, and he himself has never thought that there is anything wrong with this, anyway, in Ovacin's view, the world is so calm and serene, every day there is a half-dragon people who wake up to the sound of "heyha" hitting the boulder to exercise, and then use their unskilled breath to slaughter a few innocent birds, exercise a very unskilled flight in the thick fog, and enter the jungle full of thorns in search of sweet and sour berries............ In retrospect, Ovac would have been intoxicated by that carefree time at any given time.

But...... In this cruel world, happiness is destined to never last!

Just when Ovacin sincerely thought that such days would continue indefinitely...... an incomparably huge bad news found little Ovacin who was still rolling in the thorns and "massaging" the dragon scales.

The life span of the old sacrifice is exhausted!

As a full-fledged shaman, the old priest's lifespan was only a thousand years, and with the influence of the dark wounds left by his youth, the old priest finally ushered in the end of his lifespan on his eight hundred and seventy-sixth birthday.

At the time of dying, the only person who was grieving by the old sacrificial window was Ovacin, and the wisdom of the other half-dragons would not understand what death was, and the old sacrifice had not left, and those half-dragons who had no heart and lungs began to pray to the ancestors to choose a new sacrifice.

However, Ovac was different, and from beginning to end, the huge black dragon stayed by the old priest's side until ...... The last thing he wanted was to face the moment that came quietly.

Thousands of years later, Ovac still remembers the old priest's instructions to him before he died:

"Little one, death is as inevitable as birth, so don't be afraid of it and run away from it, my life is coming to an end, but my dreams will be passed on by you forever............ Do you see those people, most of them are stupid in peacetime and crazy in wartime, but it's not to blame them, not everyone can resist the evil bloodline, this curse gives us strong bodies and deprives us of the few wisdoms, because of this curse, we will never be able to integrate into this world as a member of intelligent beings............"

At this time, the old priest's eyes had begun to drift, but his lips were still slowly squirming - he was unwilling:

"I dream of allowing poor people cursed by blood to live freely in the sun, but as a shaman, I can't think of a solution to the problem until I die, but maybe a mage can think differently............ But I'm not destined to see that day coming........."

The old priest stared silently at the ceiling in front of him, unable to make any sound out of his mouth, but Ovacin still remembered the last words of the old man's lips:

"Maybe it's a little selfish...... But my dream ............ I'll leave it to you, Ovacin."

On that day, one of the most important people to Ovacin left this world, and it was on that day that Ovacin truly broke free from his cage and embarked on the path of the spellcaster, and it was on that day that a true, kind black dragon was born in the depths of the misty swamp............

"Old man, your dreams will be passed on by me, how can I be reduced to ashes like this"!

At this moment, with the end of the memory, Ovacin's consciousness erupted in an earth-shattering roar in the depths of his soul:

"I am Ovacin - Sour Throat, and I will make all those who dare to invade my Paradise pay"!