The Awaken Dragons: Volume 1

By Wen Xuan

What efforts did the dragon awakening protagonist make what are the reasons for the extinction of the dragon race why are the dragons so afraid of a little wolf to see the protagonist with the wolf and the dragon in the magic of the land flying in the sky

• Language: English
• Publisher: Funstory
• Release date: Dec 31, 2019
• ISBN: 9781647876999

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CHAPTER 1 - THE GIFT OF THE STARS

Magic is the most precious gift given to all species by the stars. — — General History of the Continent

For some reason, the Ninja who was trying his best to meditate suddenly felt all sorts of restlessness in his heart. In his mind, he recalled the things that he had been unwilling to recall for a long time. However, he did not mourn in fear. Instead, he was somewhat happy. After all, this meant that his mental strength was on the verge of a breakthrough. He didn't expect that he would be able to achieve a breakthrough so soon. He should be getting closer to his revenge. Grandparents, people of the village, you must be watching me from the stars. Wait a moment, very soon, I will be able to avenge you.

There were many types of professions on the continent, such as warriors, archers, thieves, priests, and so on. Of course, there was also the son of the star that was regarded as the most respected — a mage.

Mages were divided into apprentices, mages, mages, magisters, magisters, and the legendary Holy Mage.

Magic was a profession that emphasized talent. It required a very powerful spiritual energy, because only with enough spiritual energy would one be able to draw in the magical elements for their own use. This was why there were so few magi. But the power of magi was unquestionable. A magus of the same rank could fight multiple warriors of the same rank, but of course, the prerequisite was that no warrior was allowed to get close. As long as the distance between them was sufficient, a mage would definitely be able to instantly kill an existence of the same rank. This was also the reason that as long as a person had talent to become a mage, they would absolutely not be able to choose any other vocation. The nobility of mages was unparalleled.

What is innate talent? How would he know if he had the talent to become a mage? Every year, staff from the Mage Tower would come to the towns and cities to bring a special testing stone, which could be used to determine whether a person had magic talent or not. A child around the age of ten was the best time to learn magic. If it was too early, perhaps he would turn into an idiot because his spiritual force wasn't sufficiently condensed, and he would forcefully gather magical elements. If you start too late, you will lose the ability to compete because you start later than others, unless you are a genius.

The testing stone is very magical, it can even detect your affinity to the magic element. The higher the affinity, the brighter the elements displayed on the testing stone. It was said that there was once a genius with an extremely strong affinity for light that emitted a bright light during the test, which blinded quite a few people at that time.

Since he could remember, he had lived in a small village by the river, with his grandparents. As for his parents? My grandparents had never told a horse about it.

Every time he brought up the topic of parents with his grandparents, his grandfather would sigh and then take up the old pipe he carried with him to smoke. His grandfather looked very dispirited as the smoke curled around him. His hair was already gray, and there were many wrinkles on his face. Even his grandfather, who had once wondered if he could squish the mosquitoes to death, looked even older now. His grandfather even had the illusion of returning to the stars. What about Grandma? Grandma looked younger than her grandfather, and her wrinkles were much less.

Every time he mentioned his parents, his grandma would use the excuse that the stew in the pot was about to burn, such as not being able to fool a child, before hiding in her room. Once, the Ninja happened to see his grandmother crying through the crack in the door. The grandmother who was always so spirited, even more spirited than a horse, would actually cry? At that moment, Ninja felt that it was inconceivable, but he also felt his heart ache. Why did Grandma cry? Why did she cry? Moreover, it looked like grandma was really sad. Just why was it that grandpa bullied grandma? Wait, why did grandpa bully grandma? The three-year-old was confused, and his little brain really didn't understand much about these things.

When he was about five years old, he seemed to understand something. Maybe it was because the widow in the west of the village didn't have a clear relationship with her grandfather, so she was very sad. Grandpa, seriously, to leave such a gentle, kind and generous woman like Grandma at home, and even get tangled up with those messy women. Men, ah, they really have a bad character. At this time, Nu Jia secretly said to himself in his heart, If I had a girl I like, I would definitely not be unclear about other girls, and would not cause the girl I like to cry so sorrowfully. The one whom you love should be placed at the top of your heart, how can you make the one who you love feel sad?! Grandfather, I despise you! For the next few months, the little Ninja looked at his grandfather strangely, making his grandfather feel as if the Ninja was sick.

Later on, when the six year old Ninja became sensible, every time his grandparents showed an abnormal reaction, it was because he had mentioned his parents. No matter who his parents were or what they had done, since his parents made his grandparents so sad, they were probably not good people. No matter who his parents were or what his parents had done, since his grandparents made his grandparents so sad, they must not be good things. However, no matter what, his parents were still his parents. Since they had done something to harm his grandparents, let his son atone for it. After realizing this, the originally mischievous Child King Nu Jun disappeared.

Nu Jun began to learn to help his grandma with housework, learning to pack cigarettes for his grandpa. When he thought about how his grandparents looked like a completely different person with eyes that almost popped out of their sockets, he couldn't help but giggle. At that time, Grandpa and Grandma were very pleased that their Ninja Cavalry would be filial and filial. Grandpa's wrinkled old face smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum. At that time, he praised everyone he met, saying how sensible and filial his young servant was. His chrysanthemum-like face had never changed. Grandmother also smiled all day long, as if she had aged a long time. Seeing that his grandparents were happy, Ninja was happy as well. The Centurion was very gratified that he really did have such a clever brain.

Grandpa was very knowledgeable, or so he said. There were always many stories in his grandfather's head, about dragons and magicians. They were all so magical that even the Nu Cavalry looked forward to them. However, Grandmother would never believe it. Every time Grandpa told these stories, she would make fun of him.

CHAPTER 2 - GRANDFATHER'S STORY

Ninja's grandfather always had a lot of stories, and according to his grandfather, as the village chief, he naturally had to be knowledgeable.

Grandfather always said that his story was true, that whether dragon or mage, both existed. But grandma never believed it. Every time grandpa told a story, grandma always disdained it. Grandmother always told grandpa not to make up those random stories to fool little kids. And then Grandpa would argue, and it was all true. But every time Grandmother wanted Granddad to give him evidence, Granddad would act like Big Yellow from the Southern Village Blacksmith's house. Every time he was bullied by Aunt Sally's rooster called Little Red who opened a grocery store at the village entrance, Granddad would droop his head and look really funny.

Grandpa always said his story was passed down from his ancestors. Grandpa always said that his ancestors actually had a rather powerful mage." But Grandma didn't believe it. Grandmother said, if there really was a mage in your ancestors, then why did he fall to such a state? The descendant of a powerful mage, unexpectedly became a small village chief in a small village?! Above the stars! Damn old man, it's fine to lie to a child like that, but you're still trying to lie to me after so many years? At this time, his grandpa would stop talking to his grandma and telling him the story of how he cheated a child. Instead, he would pick up his big pipe, squatting at the entrance of the village and smoking one cigarette after another. In the smoke, the horse seemed to see someone else, not like the grandfather he knew. Just like someone with a story. It wasn't that they knew how to tell stories, but that the Ninja also didn't know how to describe them. In short, at that time, the Ninja felt that his grandfather seemed to have become someone he had never met before. Perhaps this was what Aunt Sally had once said, that a man with meaning was always hard to read. Grandpa is a man of great connotation. At this moment, the Ninja Knights gave his grandfather such a definition.

Although grandma always bickered and argued with grandpa, but Ninja knew that grandpa and grandma loved each other very much. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to live such a life. And their clamor might have been like what the village's old man who killed pigs often said, Beating and cursing is love. This kind of taste, other people would not be able to understand. Aunt Sally always bullied Uncle Pig Slaughtering, always hitting and cursing Uncle Pig Slaughtering, but Uncle Pig Slaughtering would smilingly extend his face to Aunt Sally to slap him, as if he didn't care at all that others in the village would point fingers at him.

However, the Ninja understood one thing, and that was that as a man with culture and connotation, he would never let himself suffer a disadvantage and let himself be sullied. A cultured man could always secretly make everyone who offended him suffer a loss without having any excuse to get back at them. This was also taught to the Nu Cavalry by Uncle Pig Slaughtering, who seemed to be a very manly and cultured man. Because every time someone pointed at Uncle Pig Slaughtering, the meat bought by that person after that would either be cheap or not fresh. But no one would go back to Uncle Pig Slaughtering. Every time he saw Uncle Pig Slaughtering, his sturdy physique, his rough beard, and the Pig Slaughtering Knife in his hands, even the Centaur would sigh with emotion. Perhaps men should be like this.

No, grandpa said that a hero who can slay a dragon is a true hero. Only the most powerful of magi would be able to slay dragons. I'm a man who wants to be a hero! So I want to be a mage, I want to be a mage! Uncle Pig Slaughtering was a man, but not a hero. Can be an idol but not a target, well, that's it. I want to learn magic! However, Grandma said that Grandpa's story was actually a lie. The little Ninja felt that his brain wasn't working enough. By the way, Uncle Blacksmith had said that men had to decide when to stop. If they couldn't think clearly, they had to put aside their thoughts and wait until they could think clearly before thinking again. Although Uncle Blacksmith was always drunk, as a man, he was definitely qualified. The Widow's auntie at the east side of the village had once said that Uncle Blacksmith was the most powerful and powerful man in the village. "If so, you must be right. Forget it. If you can't figure it out, then forget it.

Become a real man, a learned man, a powerful man with power, a man with culture and meaning, a man who would never let himself suffer a loss and not let himself be sullied, a man who loved his woman and did not let her suffer any grievances. "Perhaps this was his dream, or perhaps it was his intention to implement the principles he had set for himself.

Although Little Lisa was only three years old and he was already six years old, but in the entire village, only Little Lisa's looks could match up to his. Un, I have decided, Little Lisa is my in-laws wife.

The Ninja was almost seven years old. When he was six years old, he found the goal of his life, and learned to respect his grandparents. At the same time, he also found his appointed wife. But when he was almost seven, he suddenly didn't know what to do. What else could he do?

As a man of substance, Nu decided on his seventh birthday that he would go out into the world. Life in the village was no longer enough to satisfy his needs. He had to go to the outside world to find his own value. But what about grandma and grandpa? They were so old, and they only had one grandson of their own. Ninja's heart was struggling.

I'm only out for a day or two? Yes, I'll only be out for a day or two, go out and see, and then I'll be back. Like this, grandpa and grandma should have no problems. So thought the unicorn, and so did he. He packed some bread, counted it as dry rations, and then on the night of his seventh birthday he slipped out into the forest outside the village.

Even many years later, the Ninja was still regretting and somewhat thankful for what he had done that night. If not for his willfulness that night, perhaps he would have died long ago. But if it wasn't for that night's willfulness, where did the revenge come from, and where did the thrilling experience come from?

In fact, the moment they entered the forest, the Centurion was already regretting his decision. The forest at night was so eerie, and the fierce beasts. Even though he should not be afraid as a man, and men should be fearless, he was still afraid. He climbed up to the tallest tree nearby and slept like that for the night.

CHAPTER 3 - GRANDPA I WON'T CRY

He would never forget that morning, the morning after his seventh birthday.

He had sneaked out of the house the night before and into the forest, intending to go out into the world, but the night in the forest was too terrible and too dark for a boy of seven. He found a tree and spent the night on it.

Nu Jia dreamt of his grandma and grandpa discovering that they were gone. He was very anxious to find him. Grandfather was so anxious that he didn't know what to do, but grandma was crying. No, he didn't want his grandmother to cry. Even if she was crying, it should be because she was crying for him proudly. He was ready to go back.

Sobbing? Where did this cry come from? Grandmother … Grandmother is really crying? Wasn't that a dream? No, I have to get back. The young man knew only that he had heard the cry and that he was going back. However, when he arrived at the village entrance, he realized that it was not as simple as he thought.

A group of people with a ferocious appearance were holding sabers and covering their faces with their hands. There was even a red liquid flowing from the bodies of the sabers. What was going on now? Was he dreaming and had not woken up yet? Who were these people? Why did they have to stab a knife into the villagers' bodies? There was also that red liquid. What was that? Blood?

The Centurion was stunned.

Run, Ninja! Run!

Seeing his grandfather, his face was full of anxiety. His grandfather wanted him to run? Why run? What happened? What happened? Ninja wanted to ask his grandfather, but he suddenly realized that he couldn't speak. How could this happen? Why can't I move, can't even make a sound?

He saw the big black dog lazily lying in the sun at the entrance of the village. But why was it not moving at all? Why was its stomach split open and what was flowing out? Was it intestines? And rhubarb, rhubarb, where did rhubarb go every morning? Why was the floor full of that damned red liquid, why?

Aunt Sally in the grocery store, why is there a masked man on top of Aunt Sally? Why does Aunt Sally's clothes look so tattered and messy? Aunt Sally loves to be beautiful. She has to ensure her bright and beautiful appearance every day. Aunt Sally was crying. Yes, her eyes were swollen. Why was this man still on Aunt Sally? What was he doing? Why was he bullying Aunt Sally? What was that pile beside Aunt Sally, that rough beard, and that Pig Slaughtering Knife, Uncle Pig Slaughtering? Uncle, how did you become a lump? Where are your legs and hands? Why were they all separated? Didn't you always say that you had to protect Aunt Sally? Is this how you protect her?!

What were the three men doing over there? That's right, that's Aunt Widow! What were they doing to Aunt Widow? Why had Aunt Widow's clothes disappeared? Those men looked very happy. Why were they so happy? Was bullying someone so happy? Shouldn't men take on the responsibility of protecting others? What kind of men are you?! Little Lisa, why is little Lisa not moving anymore, she usually likes to cause a ruckus more than me, why is she lying there motionless?

Uncle Blacksmith, Uncle Blacksmith usually boasts of his superior blacksmithing skills, but why was his blade cut off by those masked men? Uncle Blacksmith, why did you fall down as well?

Grandma, where's Grandma? The leader was brandishing his blade, and in front of him was his grandmother! Grandma is crying, Grandma doesn't want to cry, Ninja will feel heartache.

Pfft." A fountain of blood spurted from Grandma's neck. Grandma, did Grandma fall? Grandmother, is she dead? The Centurion was stunned.

Let's go, Ninja! Grandfather pushed and shoved the horse anxiously. Grandpa, what about you? Run! Don't worry about me! Run! Run before they see you! "

Yo, there's an old man here with a kid. Tsk tsk, this grandfather's deep love for you is truly touching. It looked like the leader of the group was holding his sabre as he walked towards the two of them. On his sabre, his grandmother's blood was still flowing.

In my opinion, all of you should just stop running. Why don't we return to the stars together and continue the love between you two. Hahahaha! The masked leader's laughter was extremely harsh. Perhaps the most unpleasant laughter the Ninja had ever heard in his life.

Puchi. Was it the sound of a knife stabbing into flesh? Grandfather, it's grandfather!

Pappy's hands were like dead tree bark, and Ninja always despised Pappy's rough hands. At this moment, it was unknown if it was the hands from earlier, or his grandfather's own beautiful blood-red color. That was blood. His grandfather's trembling hand slowly reached toward him, and the Ninja cried as he pulled his grandfather's hand onto his face.

Pappy's rough thumb was trying hard to wipe away the tears from Nouriel's eyes. Even now, his grandfather's eyes were still filled with love as he looked at him. Yes, since I can't escape anymore, I might as well face it. He would face everything in front of him calmly.

Men, no tears! Cough cough … Ninja! You must remember that you are a man! Grandfather's voice sounded very weak and weak. Grandfather had bled a lot, Tears are a sign of weakness, that's something only women can do! You're a man, a man! Have you forgotten how your grandfather has taught you for so many years? You are a man, you must …" Grandpa didn't have time to finish his sentence.

I am a man, I want to be brave to bear, I want to be brave to face everything, no matter how painful, no matter how difficult, no matter how desperate, I cannot cry, crying is a sign of weakness, I am a man, I definitely cannot cry, I cannot cry, wuwuwuwuwu … Grandfather, I won't cry, I can't cry, I'm a man, I won't cry, grandfather, grandfather, grandfather! "

At some point, the rider's eyes had turned blood-red. He raised his head and looked at the masked leader. It was this person, this guy who killed his grandparents and the other masked people around them. It was them. They were the ones who killed everyone. Such friendly and kind people! They're a bunch of butchers! These bastards! These damned bastards!

The masked leader looked at the child in front of him with a cold look in his eyes. What kind of eyes were these!? It was full of hatred, full of ruthlessness, like a vicious beast. No, this is just a child, why should I be afraid? Hehe, a trash that can be killed so easily.

CHAPTER 4 - DEAD ALL DEAD

The leader of the masked men was ashamed of himself for being afraid to face the Ninja. No matter what, he was still a professional. How could he be afraid of a skinny boy who looked like he couldn't even kill a chicken? How is this possible? It must have been because of some problems in his training these few days that such things happened. He had said that training should not be done in a hurry. It must be a problem with his cultivation. How could he be afraid of this brat? Thinking of this, his heart seemed to calm down.

Kid, your grandpa is dead. Seeing that you're so sad, I think you don't need to live anymore. How about this grandpa show his kindness and send you two back to the stars? What do you think? No need to thank me too much, hahahaha! The masked man's laughter was very arrogant, but within his arrogance, there was a trace of panic. He didn't know why, but the masked man didn't want to see the eyes of the Ninja. Those blood-red eyes were filled with hatred and hatred, as well as a violent ruthlessness that he didn't know why possessed.

Just when the Centurion felt that his life wasn't going to end soon and inwardly cursed over why he was so weak, the sound of footsteps came from afar.

Step by step, step by step, each step seemed to be within the hearts of others. The masked leader seemed to be in a panic as he produced an exquisite whistle. The whistle had some sort of strange pattern on it, causing one to unconsciously fall in love with it. The horseman stared at the whistle. He tried his best to remember this pattern. His intuition told him that this whistle seemed to represent the true identity of these damned bandits.

The footsteps drew closer and closer. A white-clothed man holding a beautiful looking wooden stick was walking towards them. He looked very relaxed as he walked at a leisurely pace. However, his speed was not slow. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the Centaur.

The masked man tried to blow the whistle in his hand, but it seemed that no matter how he blew, he was unable to get the desired result. Damn it, didn't they say that if they blew the whistle, there would be someone coming to pick them up? Where did that guy die?!

Are you trying to greet your companions? The white-clothed man's voice was very pleasant to hear. The extremely magnetic voice was like a feather that brushed past one's heart. It was very comfortable, but it also made one's heart itch.

The masked leader was shocked. This voice was definitely more seductive than any of the ladies in Fragrant Sky Tower. How could a seductive fellow know about this?! F * ck, laozi is a man, he actually reacted because he heard a man's voice! The masked leader was a bit depressed. How much attention had he placed on training these days? First because a little boy's eyes had a feeling of being afraid of the cold, and now because of hearing a man's voice? Do you have to be so darned! This daddy isn't gay! How long had it been since he'd vented? "The last time she vented her anger was at the Fragrant Sky Tower's Tsui Hua restaurant. Tsui Hua's skills were amazing, especially for her mouth. Damn it, where did I get this idea from?!

Hehe, you thought about how good Cui Hua's technique is. A magnetic voice said.

Oh, that's true. Cui Hua's technique is really good. Eh, you! You, you, you!" Did this man know the legendary Mind Reading?! F * ck! I just randomly picked a village to vent my anger on, and yet I can meet such a terrifying person?! It was said that only magisters had the ability to read minds. Furthermore, it had to be learned by someone with a high talent to do so. This man, he looked so young, but actually …!

Hur hur, I didn't think that you would know so much. The white-robed man looked at the terrified masked man in front of him, laughing happily. That's right, what he loved the most was to see the unconcealable fear on the faces and hearts of those people.

Since you know so much, guess why your whistle is useless?

Could it be that you have sealed off the space? The masked leader had already given up all hope. How powerful must one be to be able to seal off space? Even his superior leader didn't seem to have that much power. This was already the fate of certain death.

Not bad, not bad. Although I don't know what this organization of yours is really like, it is still quite good for me. Was it a certain death? You're smart. You've killed so many innocent people, but looking at how smart and tactful you are, I'll give you all a lot of pain. Initially, I wanted to torture you all, but alas, why are you so tactful? It was as if he was letting out blood on one side and feeding it to the other, or using the wind blades to cut off the flesh on your body time after time. Tsk tsk, these methods are pretty good. I love using wind blades the most. I'll let you see your flesh being sliced off piece by piece, but you won't die. Haha, how interesting! What do you think? The white-clothed man's smile was very gentle, as if he was speaking the truth. It was as calm and gentle as if he were eating something today. But in the eyes of the masked leader, this man was as terrifying as the legendary abyss demons.

Are you afraid? Hehe, actually, you don't have to be so scared. It's not like I'm really going to use my wind blades to cut your flesh piece by piece. You look scared, really. Forget it, forget it, I'll just give you a quick death.

As the white-clothed man finished speaking, he raised the beautiful wooden stick in his hand and chanted a few words. It was as comfortable as the wind blowing past him. However, the throats of every masked man had already been cut open. Without making a sound, all the masked bandits died.

'Dead, everyone's dead, everyone's dead?! ' The Centurion just stood there quietly.

The man in white glanced at the cavalrymen with an apologetic look in his eyes. If it wasn't for him being a little late, perhaps everything wouldn't have turned out this way.

Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha! Dead! All of you are dead! Everyone is dead, but I'm still alive! I'm still alive? Why am I still alive?! Grandfather is dead, grandmother is dead, everyone is dead, hahahahaha, why, why did this happen? Stellar Union, tell me, why did it become like this?! " The cavalryman laughed, his laughter was choked with sobs, it was filled with desolation, and that deep hatred.

Those blood-red eyes were filled with hatred and brutality. A seven-year-old boy had truly grown up on this day.

CHAPTER 5 - WIND AND FIRE DUAL ELEMENT AWAKENING

The white-robed man looked at the child in front of him. He really didn't know what to say. Even though she saved him, allowing him to live. But wasn't living a pain to him? He saw his own family all die in front of his eyes, leaving him alone in this world. Perhaps death was the better choice for him. But since she had already saved him, how could she possibly kill him?

Crying? No, grandfather once said, as a man, you absolutely cannot cry. Crying was a sign of weakness. Only women would cry. I am a man, I absolutely cannot cry! But grandpa, my heart is full of pain, my hatred, my suffering, what should I do? What on earth should I do? I want to vent, yes, I want to vent.

It was these bastards who killed my grandparents and everyone else. They were dead. Dead? Ha ha-ha ha, so what if they died? Even if they died, their sins, the sins they had once committed, would not be cleared away just because of their deaths!

Nu Jun picked up the masked leader who killed his grandparents with his blade.