Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 145 I'm Your Wall-breaking Dragon

It has been three or four days since the frost dragon Cristiano woke up from a deep sleep.

In the past few days, he has turned into a human form, a skinny old man with a hunched waist, wandering like a lost wandering soul in the treasure house of the Elven Empire on Dragon Bone Peak, blankly observing and experiencing the smallest things around him.

He lowered his head and inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of the red flower.

With his withered fingers, he brushed over every strand of fiber and every fine brushwork on the masterpiece of the ancient elf painter.

He spread out the popular novels left by elf writers, and lamented the unfortunate fate of each heroine.

On the guqin made of elf sycamore wood, he played the folk songs thousands of years ago at will.

But every time the moon sets and the night crows, he always curls up in a corner of the treasure house and weeps bitterly.

The three scenes in memory reappeared in front of the dragon Cristiano like a revolving lantern.

The first scene is the scene before his father Ferguson died.The father, whose magic power was depleted by the highly poisonous "Tears of the Stars" from the elves, looked dispirited, and was tied to a wooden pillar in the elf city square; the rising flames ignited from his father's feet, devouring every inch of his smooth skin and every inch of his body. A haughty soul—

——and when little Cristiano came flying and stopped on the tower at the edge of the square, watching his father greet death with tears in his eyes, the father just raised his head in the scorching heat, smiled faintly, and muttered to his child said a word.

Despite the din of flames, smoke and crowds, although tears and anger have blurred his vision, little Cristiano still knows what his father said before he died——

He said: child, I love you.

After that?In Cristiano's memory, there seems to be only boundless anger, intertwined flying blood and flames, and the tragic pain that penetrates into the bone marrow. Driven by anger, little Cristiano launched an indiscriminate massacre of elf civilians , but was finally defeated by the elf guards, dragging his wounds and full of humiliation and leaving his hometown.

The second scene is many, many years after that bloody battle.

At that time, Cristiano had advanced to a sixth-level giant dragon, but he found sadly that his father-killing enemy, the Elven Empire, had disappeared into the clouds of history, and there were not even a few dragons to be found on the entire continent. Only traces of elves.

Under the guidance of the sage, Cristiano broke into the elf treasure house of Dragon Bone Peak, but only found a few old elf guards; The powerful old elf blew into the sky, but Cristiano, who witnessed the death of the enemy, did not feel the joy of revenge at all, only a huge sense of delusion flooded in like a tide, submerging his heart full of anger.

The third scene is again a long, long time later.

It was in the dream of "Eternal Sleep", a mysterious man in black pointed at Cristiano abruptly and said:
"Behold, your death star shines in the sky"...

In the echo of this inexplicable prophecy, the sixth-order frost dragon Cristiano, who lived alone in the treasure house of the elves, suddenly began to think about some propositions that he had never thought of before in the silent moment.

For example, "Who am I"?
For example, "What is the meaning of Longsheng"?
For another example, "Which is more noble, life or death?"

For thousands of years, whether he was asleep or awake, Cristiano always thought of the same thing: How to kill all the elves in the world to avenge his father;
But thousands of years later, the elves were almost extinct, and the great cause of revenge was emptied in an instant. Cristiano was finally able to reflect on his long life in the quiet treasure house, facing the empty mountain wall, and under the shadow of the mysterious man in black's death. But shallow life.

A halo of enlightenment gradually rose in his sea of ​​consciousness.

During the day, facing the winter snow in the wilderness outside the window, he lit a charcoal fire, and burned the valuable elven guqin to the scorched end;

At night, he drank the mellow and creamy Qianqiu aged wine, and tore the beautiful mountains and rivers on the fairy scroll into two pieces;
When he woke up from the dream, Cristiano sang loudly to his shadow projected on the mountain wall under the moonlight:

"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such!" (Translated by Dragon Language, the author of this book does not guarantee absolute accuracy)
In this kind of philosophical life that was almost insane and tended to be enlightened, Cristiano suddenly felt a strong tide of magic at noon one day.

That is the magic wave that only belongs to epic magic equipment from the valley in the northwest!

If it were any giant dragon who was naturally greedy for treasures and fond of collecting, after feeling such a strong magical attraction, it would not have a second behavior, it would just break out of the door at the first time, soar into the sky, and soar into the clouds. Next, take the ancient rare treasures that suddenly appeared in the world into your pocket and hide them as taboos!
If it were Cristiano decades ago, he would undoubtedly have acted so resolutely—the nostalgia for treasures is a racial talent deeply rooted in the genes of the dragon family!
But the problem is that today's Cristiano is no longer what it used to be!
He has realized the ultimate proposition about dragon life, the world and truth through profound philosophical thinking and painful self-examination!
He has emerged from the quagmire of vengeance and freed himself from material and worldly shackles!
Today's Tier [-] Frost Dragon Cristiano can even laugh at his father's tragic death, and even the hatred of a thousand years can be eliminated invisible!
A mere treasure is nothing more than a thing outside of the body, a world of mortals!
Amidst the strong fluctuations of magic props, Cristiano remained motionless, sitting cross-legged on the cold floor in the middle of the treasure house, smiling, with indifferent contempt and detachment in his eyes.

"Thousands of pounds of gold, thousands of pearls, and ordinary things outside of me are like floating clouds to me!"

——Cristiano waved his hand, closed his eyes, and stopped feeling the magic power surging in the air.

Gradually, the fluctuation dissipated, and the Frost Dragon, which had turned into a human form, still sat cross-legged on the spot, like an old monk in meditation, without moving at all.

This is the detached posture of an enlightened being!
However, within 2 minutes, the second wave of magic power strikes again.

Cristiano shook his head slowly, and responded with a stern smile:
"Who is here to bother me, trying to use mere magic props to disturb my meditation practice? Let's go have tea!"

After finishing speaking, Cristiano turned around directly on the spot, with his back facing the direction of the wave of magic power, as if he was not disturbed at all, and fell into meditation with his legs crossed.

Five minutes later, the fluctuation of magic power faded away again, and everything returned to silence.

In an instant, as if he had gone through some kind of trial, Cristiano felt that his body became much lighter, as if he could ride the wind and ascend to heaven at any time.

He smiled and opened his eyes, as if he could see the figure in black who predicted his death appeared in front of him.

"'The star of death is shining'?" Cristiano mocked contemptuously, "Why is life so happy, and why is death so painful? If you live to the fullest, death is nothing but retirement! This Mr. in black, no matter what Who the hell are you, you are all in shape!"

Then, the third wave of magic fluctuations came from the valley with perseverance.

"Malebe!" Cristiano stood up abruptly, yelling at the window, "I've been ignoring you all the time, do you really think that we dragons are easy to bully?"

(End of this chapter)