"Sister, sister, what are you making? Pears, sweet potatoes, or melons?" A little girl with half her face covered with dragon scales squatted by the stream. Although her innocent look was very cute,
His old robe, which had been patched and folded several times, was dirty.
"What are you looking at? My sister makes peaches. Do you know what a peach is? I heard that it is a precious fruit in Shimmer Forest. Only the big shots can eat it." The little girl who was rubbing mud curled her lips when she heard this.
As she tried to explain, the dragon's tail behind her also swung from side to side.
The same half-dragon, the same young appearance, the same innocent smile, the same shabby robes, and the dirty little face.
Stinky Beach is a huge harbor located between Angmar Mountain of the green dragon tribe and the habitat of the half-dragon people. The real situation here is not as bad as its name suggests, but the scenery is beautiful, with birds singing and flowers fragrant.
The name of Stinky Beach is only due to the half-dragons who settled here, because the half-dragons in Dragon Island can be said to be completely servants of those pure-blood dragons, or they are not even servants.
However, half-dragons rarely leave Dragon Island to live on the ancient continent, or go to the alien continent to seek a quiet place.
Because half-dragons are also of the dragon clan, and the stubborn blood also flows in their bodies. They choose to endure it silently, just so that they can go to the Hall of Valor with their heads held high in the future, and then be reincarnated as a pure-blooded dragon.
Rigid, dull, and stuck in rules. This is the current situation of half-dragons, and it is precisely because of this that they have become vassals of others, and even the number of the group is on the verge of extinction.
No matter how helpless or wasted, perhaps only on this stinking beach can you see the smiling face of the half-dragon. However, these children do not know that what awaits them in the future is not hope, but the suffering and hardship like their parents.
Torture. The lucky ones will form a business group representing the dragon clan, while the vast majority of unlucky ones will either become the guards of the powerful pure-blooded dragons, or even become the punching bag of the other party.
The same goes for Tartarus in Mount Angmar and Aslan in the Treasure Mountains. But they are definitely not the last people to suffer. Because as long as the half-dragons still live by the smelly beach, as long as the attitude of the dragon tribe does not change
, the tragedy is destined to happen again, and it will never end.
A bitter smile came from not far away, and the three strong half-dragon men stood silently on the cliff. The leader of the old man let out a long sigh, and knocked the wand in his hand heavily against the ground.
"My favorite thing to do every day is to take a walk on Stinky Beach, because only here can I feel more relaxed, at least not overwhelmed by despair."
The old man's name is Catulus, the leader of the half-dragon tribe and the water magician. He has lived for nearly a thousand years, but to this day, he still has no idea about the current situation of his tribe.
I watched with my own eyes the younger generation being tortured to death by the pure-blood dragon, I watched those innocent little faces turn from numb to cold, I watched the strong half-dragon souls return to the Hall of Heroes, I watched blankly at the Sea of Oaths,
Let the sun rise from the east and slowly sink into the horizon.
Time is the best coolant, but it is also a file full of barbs, smoothing all the edges and corners of Catullus until the skin is ripped and the flesh is dripping with blood.
Catullus has been the leader of the half-dragon tribe for hundreds of years. Naturally, it is not all due to luck, nor is it without the prying eyes of his tribe. But this fate has continued to this day, and Catullus is still the leader of the half-dragon tribe.
, but half-dragons are still persecuted by pure-blood dragons.
"Hmph, it's not the work of your useless clan leader! The half-dragons are now facing the disaster of annihilation, but you are still so obedient, pushing countless half-dragon masters into the abyss!"
A cold snort rang out in the air, and a middle-aged man with a gloomy face curled his lips, and then said with a gun and a stick.
This person's name is Clemenceau, a half-dragon mage, a powerful man of the younger generation. And his status in the hearts of half-dragons is rising rapidly. To this day, he is already vaguely related to the patriarch Catulus.
On par.
Times have changed quietly, and cracks have appeared on the surface of those "old rules" that should have been taken for granted. The younger generation does not want to eventually perish, let alone their destiny to be strangled by a pure-blood dragon.
Resistance is a very subtle thing. It may turn into the starlight before dawn, guiding lost travelers out of the darkness. Or it may just be a trap, containing endless despair.
"Two adults, you...can you stop arguing? I think it is very stupid to live like this or to resist."
"What the half-dragons need most right now is to make a decision, whether to continue to stay on Dragon Island and continue to endure the persecution of the pure-blooded dragons. Or to escape quietly and find an uninhabited land to thrive."
The last half-dragon girl interrupted this meaningless quarrel. Her name was Sissi, a half-dragon mage. However, she was less than twenty years old, but she was recognized as one of the younger generation of half-dragons.
The star of tomorrow.
"The biggest flaw of half-dragons is not this body, nor the relationship between us and the pure-blooded dragon. The inability to reach the peak is the source of all pain."
"The patriarch is like this, and Master Clemenceau is like this. I will definitely stop at the level of a magister in the future."
Sissi thought about it and finally expressed her decision. She was neither willing to be tortured to death by those arrogant pure-blood dragons, nor was she willing to fight a battle with no chance of winning. The only way to leave here was to leave Dragon Island.
The way out for all half-dragons.
"You two go back first, I want to be quiet." Catullus, the half-dragon leader, glanced at Sissi complicatedly, and then said softly.
The laughter of half-dragon children still echoed on the stinking beach, but Catullus' eyes were looking at the Elven Continent. A secret letter was turned into ashes by him. Although he was not strong enough to sense Rikka's strength,
But you can still get the news through other methods.
"The young and powerful man is enough to make even the pure-blood dragons not to underestimate him. If this already turbulent world becomes even more chaotic, perhaps then, half-dragons can have hope.
."
"But before that, I would still obey the orders of the pure-blood dragon. Maybe I am really old and have become insensitive."
The figure of the half-dragon leader Catulus gradually disappeared. He needed to get away from this expectation, because tomorrow he would still have to bury several half-dragons with his own hands, and the reward would be nothing but contempt and teasing from the other party.
"This is a peach, it looks delicious! Sister, can you take me to the Elf Continent from now on? I want to eat real peaches." The little half-dragon girl carefully held the clay ball and said with anticipation. "Okay, okay! Let's go to the Elf Continent together from now on. I will become the most powerful warrior, and sister, just be a magician!" Another little girl raised her head after hearing this, and then responded innocently. The two little guys played until the sun went down, and were just called back to the half-dragon habitat by their mother. However, the peach made of soil sat quietly on the stinky beach, still lifelike.