"Wake up, wake up"

"What...... Voices............

Immersed in a haze, Ovacin seemed to faintly hear something coming from afar.

"I ...... This is...... What's wrong".

Feeling the pain coming from the depths of his soul, the awakened Ovac forced himself to reminisce.

When he was asleep, he felt that he had been repeating a dream full of pain but could not let go for a long time, Ovac dreamed that he had returned to the tribe of the half-dragons again, once again lying in the dilapidated but warm dragon's nest built deep in the dense forest, feeling the fragrance of the leaves in the dream, watching the vague half-dragon children playing around him, Ovac did not want to wake up, he even wanted to sleep like this, even if he knew that it was just his dream............

But then, Ovac dreamed of the person he most longed to see and the person he least wanted to see............

When the old half-dragon shaman's face, covered with dull scales but very kind, appeared in front of Ovacin, even the strong black dragon couldn't help but cry out loud, even if it was just an illusion, but Ovacin still couldn't suppress the guilt in his heart.

“...... I'm sorry, old man, I ...... I failed to protect my kingdom, the kingdom of the dragon's roar was destroyed, I fled like a lost dog, all the people died of sorrow, you left my tribe, dreams, hopes...... It's all gone, it's all ruined, it's all my fault, it's all my fault............

Ovacin cried loudly like a child who had been wronged and confided in his parents, knowing that if the old man was really alive, he would not complain about himself, but Ovacin still could not forgive himself.

But...... Crying doesn't last forever, and there is no end to the venting of emotions.

After all, Ovacin is a rare strong man who "breaks free from the cage", he will not be immersed in sadness, the real old man is gone, the dead have no way to help themselves, Ovacin's crying can only cry to this illusory image in his heart, and it is meaningless to immerse himself in it.

After a long cry of bitter tears, Ovac finally wiped away his tears and looked up, and in his eyes, the flame of cheering up burned again:

"I'm not over here, I'm going to get revenge, I'm going to make that punk-cyan pay a heavy price, I'm going to create a kingdom of my own again, I'm ...... I can't sleep anymore."

Although the sting of the soul was still stationed in the depths of Ovacin's mind like an ordinary maggot attached to the bones, the black dragon still relied on his strong willpower to force himself to wake up, he did hear a voice calling to him just now, as a master spellcaster, Ovacin knew that the sweet voice was not his dream, he did hear the voice from reality.

"It seems that I was lucky to have picked up a life."

Feeling the feeling called "Happy" in his heart, Ovac sighed helplessly, when did he need such a thing as "Happy" because of his dignified black dragon Ovac - sour throat, and now he has to say that the world is impermanent.

Helpless, Ovacin still slowly opened his eyes, of course, although the black dragon at this time has regained control of his body, but he did not make a fuss and jumped up, with Ovacin's wisdom, it is not difficult to figure out that the reason why he survived now must have been rescued by caravans or travelers, considering the duration of the "advanced transfiguration" solidified on the necklace, Ovacin estimated that he must have been "wearing silk and satin, seemingly weak and windless" when he fell After all, the current black dragon is too weak, and it is estimated that even if he encounters a thirteenth or fourteenth-level formal professional, Ovacin will feel difficult to deal with.

After thinking about it for a moment, Ovac opened his eyes cautiously and pretending to be weak and confused.

"Hiss, it hurts, where is this............

Slowly moving his hands to support his forehead with aristocratic etiquette without losing his speed, Ovacin, who pretended to be a weak noble son while being vigilant around him, slowly sat up.

It was only now that the black dragon found himself in a carriage, and the walls of the carriage were full of desert decorations and pendants—large and small abstract pottery figurines, brightly colored braided flowers, and pastel-lustrous sculptures, each of which was small in size, but they were all hung on the walls of the carriage, which made the otherwise large interior space crowded.

As for Ovac himself, he was lying in a futon made of desert sheepskin, the rough sheepskin was far less comfortable than his dragon's nest, and the black dragon who sat up could even ask about the strange smell of the sheepskin, of course, Ovac, who grew up in the half-dragon tribe, had long been able to ignore such a trivial thing as the smell.

"My eldest young master, have you finally woken up?"

Just after observing the scenery of the carriage, just when the vigilant black dragon was about to get up and go out, the wooden door of the carriage was suddenly opened, and with the dazzling sunlight, a beautiful girl with wheat-colored skin appeared in front of Ovacin's eyes.

"How long are you going to sleep, it's almost time to make dinner, and you won't be able to eat anything if you don't come out."

The girl's voice was as beautiful and lovely as the crisp spring water, maybe she was really in a hurry to make dinner, the wheat-skinned girl just greeted Owakin and turned away, the girl in the desert showed a heroic aura whether she walked into the carriage or turned to leave, and she may not be very ladylike compared to those aristocratic ladies, but Ovacin felt that such a girl had a natural beauty.

Of course, Ovacin's gaze is just pure appreciation, and when it comes to aesthetics, Ovacin still appreciates the female dragon of the same kind more than the human female, but ......

The appearance of the girl made Ovacin's eyes dim slightly, seeing this girl's delicate and a little arrogant face, Ovacin thought of his little follower-like "secretary", speaking of which, in hundreds of years, his experimental assistant has not changed.

"Now...... She's probably dead, too." ............

Savoring the emotion of grief in his heart, Ovacin slowly stood up, he planned to leave the group as soon as possible after eating something and thanking him, Ovacin did not forget that there was an undying enemy behind him who was chasing him non-stop, and he did not want to bring destruction to the caravan that had relieved him.

Of course, no matter what, it is very necessary for the current Ovacin to eat something quickly, it is estimated that the caravan that rescued him just fed him some water, and now Ovacin still feels very hungry, at this time the black dragon is a little grateful for this "high transfiguration" to give him a human body, if he still maintains the huge body and high consumption of the black dragon, Ovacin estimates that he may have become a black dragon that has been starved to death.