In the depths of the quiet mountain forest, a glimmer of light rises to the sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Exhausted, Albert closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep as he lay down on the branches of a towering tree.

At this time, the killing intent in his heart completely dissipated. And his figure also shrank rapidly, and the dragon scales, dragon horns, dragon wings, and dragon tail were all fading rapidly.

Moments later, Albert was back to his ordinary teenager. Only the bright red scales in the middle of the chest that resemble jewels have not disappeared, and still exude an imperceptible red glow, as if to prove the truth of all this. The bloodline inheritance of the dragon clan, the power of the origin, are all contained in the ruby-like reverse scales.

Because of this, some people will sigh that the dragon has reverse scales, and they will be angry when they touch it.

After returning to its original form, Albert's body was full of cracks like porcelain about to break. The hot red dragon's blood overflowed from the surface of the body and gradually coagulated, as if wearing a bloody garment.

As time passed, the rift in Albert's body gradually closed. A few days later, the injuries healed, and there was not even a single scar on his body. Near the reverse scales, dozens of hard, dark red scales with a metallic sheen grew.

Albert's breath was long and steady, but he was still unconscious, showing no signs of waking up.

In fact, Albert was sober. But a huge amount of information poured out of the depths of his soul, causing him to be immersed in a sea of consciousness, unable to pull his thoughts back to reality.

This information has not been interrupted since the awakening of his bloodline, it is the memory inheritance of the dragon clan, the secret method of sealing the memory of the ancestors in the bloodline. It includes powerful dragon magic, superb enemy skills, rich knowledge of the continent, and the combat experience of the ancestors. Albert's brain was racing, and he did his best to keep all the knowledge firmly engraved in his mind. He knows that this knowledge will be the greatest help and reliance in the future.

I don't know how long it was, but it seemed like a century.

Albert finally memorized all his knowledge and withdrew from the world of consciousness.

He slowly opened his eyes and raised his hand to block out the glare of the sun. Through his fingers and between the leaves, he looked up at the blue sky and breathed in the free air.

Albert, who has awakened and regained his life, swept away his previous decadence and was full of expectations for his future life.

The glory of the sun god shines forever in the world, but what is fate?

Albert took a deep breath and sat up, a small flame condensing from his fingertips, revealing a confident smile. This was the magic he had dreamed of, the magic that changed the course of his life.

However, Albert was different from other magicians. As the heir of the dragon clan and the master of the elements, he mastered the magic of the dragon language without the need for lengthy chanting, cumbersome spell casting gestures, and no need to perceive the fire element. As soon as Albert had a thought, the elements would coalesce and the magic would take shape.

It is faster than the Whisper of the Heart spell mastered by the Great Magus, and even faster than the Extreme Speed Spell mastered by the Holy Magister.

With a wave of his hand to extinguish the flames, Albert closed his eyes and carefully felt the change in strength.

After the bloodline awakened, his magic power increased a lot, and at this time he had reached the level of a three-star magician. What makes him even happier is that his physical strength has been greatly improved. Although the dragon clan can't condense his vitality, now he is enough to fight with a three-star martial artist with his physical strength alone. Magic and body amplify each other, and the comprehensive strength can even compete with four-star cultivators. Moreover, with the release of the power of awakening, his body will become stronger and stronger.

The only thing that upset Albert was the dragon scales on his chest.

He knew very well that once the bloodline was fully awakened, he would become a half-human, half-dragon monster.

Albert closed his eyes, but then opened them again, revealing a self-deprecating smile. Sixteen years, he had had enough of the humiliation.

In the Atlante continent, where vitality and magic are intertwined, in this world where hundreds of races stand side by side and the weak eat the strong, strength can determine status. As for the rest, it doesn't matter.

Albert clenched his fists, and his heart became more determined. Thinking of this, he remembered another thing that puzzled him. According to the "General History of the Continent", the dragon clan was once the well-deserved overlord of the Atlante continent. But 10,000 years ago, the dragon disappeared overnight, without warning, as if it had evaporated from the earth.

Since then, the dragon has become a legendary creature, and no one has ever seen a dragon again.

In Albert's dragon heritage, the knowledge about the continent is stuck in 10,000 years ago, which also indirectly confirms the authenticity of historical records.

But he couldn't figure out why the dragons had disappeared? Albert frowned, there was a little memory of the dragon's disappearance in his dragon inheritance, and it seemed that it had been deliberately erased. Is it to hide from the enemy? Albert thought to himself, if it was true, how strong would the enemy be faced by the dragons, who were helpless even the gods? Or was there some other reason? He couldn't figure out why the dragons had disappeared for 10,000 years, but he was in the mortal world. How did he get to the mortal realm, who were his parents, where are the dragons, where are his parents?

A series of questions plagued Albert and left him dizzy.

"Gollum!"

At this moment, the stomach began to protest, and Albert had to temporarily stuff the question mark in his heart back.

Albert tore off a dozen twigs and knitted a straw skirt around his waist, his inferior linen pants burned to ashes by the flames.

The forest air is refreshing, and the warm sunlight shines through the dense trees. Albert walked through the quiet and serene forest with the singing of birds and flowers, looking around for lunch.

I don't know how long it took, but Albert still didn't find any edible prey until the sun set in the west, but he passed through a small river and washed away the heavy blood clots that stuck to his body.

Climbing another hill, Albert reached the plains. When he saw the outline of the town on the horizon, he couldn't help but be stunned, and his footsteps stopped.

"Dawning Town. Albert smiled bitterly, he didn't expect that he had flown back to his hometown from the imperial capital.

After some hesitation, Albert walked in the direction of the town.

Although he guessed that he was wanted by the Empire, it was estimated that the news would not reach here anytime soon. Out of love for his hometown, he still chose to go home. Although his adoptive father is gone, there are still people in Dawn Town who are concerned about him.

I wonder what happened to Daddy Muller, Albert remembered the town's only enchanter, a kind and wise old man.

Many people who have no magical powers but are unable to perceive the elements have chosen the profession of Enchanter. Since enchantment requires mana, the Enchanter is technically a branch of the Magi. Enchanted equipment is a favorite of warriors and magicians, so enchanters are a popular and well-paid class. However, the elderly Mulaire's eyes have been spent, and he can no longer carve magic patterns, so he is very poor, and can only rely on the meager handouts of the Mage Guild to survive.

The person Albert is most worried about now is his enchanter, Murel.

When he first returned to town from the Academy of Magic, Albert and Murel studied enchantment for a while, but his enchantment level was only theoretical.

Due to the high cost of magical materials and the high tuition fees charged by enchanters in big cities, Albert eventually gave up the profession and went to the imperial capital to become an apprentice blacksmith.

Of course, Albert preferred to call the old man Daddy Mueller rather than the teacher. They have a very good relationship and are friends who talk about everything. As a child, the mischievous Albert would always seek refuge in Muller after an accident to avoid being beaten by his adoptive father. When he grew up, Albert would talk to Muller whenever he encountered unsolvable troubles, and the wise Muller always showed him the way and sorted out his thoughts.

Albert retracted his thoughts, and before he knew it, he was in town.

The walls of Dawning Town are fifteen meters high, and the walls are also poured with molten iron, and from a distance, it looks like a steel beast.

Centuries ago, during the Terran Civil War, it was a military fortress. But decades ago, the conflict between the human race and the beast escalated, and a war broke out between the two races. In the years that followed, the two Terran empires signed a peace pact to defend themselves against the Orcs. Over time, the fort's defenses were gradually relocated, and the nearby villagers moved into the abandoned fort, which eventually developed into a town with a population of over 1,000.

The gates of the town were wide open and unguarded.

Walking on the flat, spacious streets, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the earth, pulling Albert's shadow for a long time.

As the sky gets darker, pedestrians become sparse and the streets are slightly deserted. Looking at everything familiar, he took a deep breath and muttered, "It's good to be home." ”

Albert returned home, a cottage made of planks and mud in disrepair. I didn't return for more than half a year, and the house was full of dust. Albert changed into a clean suit, then removed the wooden longbow from the wall, wiped it down and hung it back on the wall.

He looked at the wooden longbow, stunned, and a little touched.

His adoptive father relied on this inconspicuous wooden longbow to raise him.

Thinking of this, the man who was destitute, but who loved him very much, came to Albert's eyes.

Tears spilled out of his eyes and slid down his face.

Albert laughed miserably, if he could have woken up earlier and become a magician earlier, maybe his adoptive father would not have died due to lack of money for medical treatment.

He looked out the window, the sky had darkened, and the stars dotted the night sky, guarding the mysterious and beautiful moon goddess. There is a beautiful legend in the continent of Atlantis that when a good person dies, he will turn into a member of the stars, watching and guarding their loved ones, and lighting the way forward for their loved ones.

Albert firmly believed that his adoptive father was watching him from heaven at this moment, praying for him.

He wiped tears from his eyes, smiled, and said to himself, "Did you see that? ”

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A whisper rang out from a house.

"Cousin, I just saw an acquaintance. ”

"Acquaintances?"

"Our old fellow, Albert. ”

"Hehe, it's great that he actually came back from the imperial capital. ”