Chapter 459 Descendragons (Part 1)
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Before Midgard was densely populated by humans, an ancient race inhabited various mountains, forests, and canyons. With villages and an organized society, with blacksmiths, craftsmen, and even cooks, the descendragons rose as an organized race. In addition to their intelligence, the descendragons had a gift for battle. Their bodies carried the protection of dragon scales, the agility of humans, and the strength of elves, and they believed they were unbeatable.
Apparently, all descendragons were very proud to be so superior to the other races in every attribute, and this pride was the reason for their near extinction.
At the height of their pride, the descendragons began to fight each other in their quest for supremacy. Each clan of descendragons believed itself superior to the others, and they fought fiercely to prove their superiority. This race war between the descendragons was devastating, resulting in great loss of life and destruction for all the clans. The mountains, forests, and canyons of Midgard’s far south, once peacefully inhabited by the descendragons, became the scene of bloody and destructive conflict.
As the fighting intensified, the number of descendragons began to dwindle rapidly. After all, the gestation period of a Descragon was twenty months, and the birth rate was not enough to compensate for the losses from the wars.
The pride and greed of each clan led to its own destruction. Despite the race’s natural strength and impressive fighting skills, they were weakened by the incessant fighting.
Recognizing the threat of extinction, some wiser and more compassionate descendragons attempted to seek peace and reconciliation among the clans. They saw the value of unity and cooperation as the only way for their race to survive. After years of fighting and conflict, the descendragons finally realized that their greatness lay in unity, not rivalry. The clans came together in a solemn gathering and vowed to put aside their differences and work together to rebuild their society.
In this way, the descendragons learned to value not only their strength and fighting skills, but also the importance of peace, wisdom, and mutual respect. They became guardians of the mountains and protectors of the lands that were once their home, vowing never to repeat the mistakes of the past. With the civil war behind them, the descendragons turned their attention to rebuilding their society and developing their ancestral skills. They honored their past and fought for the preservation of their race, seeking a new balance on Midgard, but the other races would not allow it.
The humans, with their hunting skills and the knowledge of blacksmithing given to them by the dwarven smiths, saw the scales of the descendragons as a precious treasure. They believed that by obtaining the scales, they could create impenetrable armor and weapons of great power. The hunt for the descendragons spread throughout Midgard, threatening the survival of the race.
Aware of the danger they faced, the descendragons united to defend their existence. Combining their fighting skills, strategy, and ancestral knowledge, they resisted several human attacks on their territories.
Each confrontation was a testament to the courage and dedication of their race. They knew that they could not allow their race to be destroyed at the hands of humans like so many others.
The battle between humans and descendragons became a bloody and relentless war. The descendragons used their formidable abilities to retaliate against the invaders, striking back with fury. And this hunt left yet another trail of destruction across Midgard. Lives were lost on both sides, and the descendragons were determined to fight to the last breath, but despite the descendragons’ courage and resilience, they faced an unequal battle. The descendragons’ population continued to decline rapidly, unable to reproduce at the same rate as they were being hunted by the humans, who were also reproducing at a much faster rate.
Faced with the grim prospect of their imminent extinction, the descendragons had to make a difficult choice. Some chose to hide in remote locations, seeking the safety of isolation. Others chose to unite with other races in search of powerful allies to confront the humans.
The survival of the Descragons depended on their ability to withstand the relentless human hunt or to flee. Thousands of years passed, and this ancient race became something of a myth among humans, something that could be real or just a legend.
The descendragons became a nomadic race with an aversion to human contact, and that is how they survived for so long, but someone caused this behavior to change: Kaizen.
One night, Kaizen encountered slaughtering descendragons who were exploring a new territory to exploit a colony. They faced each other, and surprisingly, Kaizen easily defeated them, but contrary to what they had imagined, Kaizen spared them. They felt indebted to Kaizen, and when he faced a Cursed Tree Ancestor, they helped him defeat it. At that moment, a relationship was formed between them, and Kaizen offered to help them in the future for the sake of a great mission, giving them the address of his shop in the capital.
No wonder Kaizen finally heard from them weeks later, and indeed it was Og’tharoz who received an unusual visitor to the shop, a woman with a black tail and a red sword sheathed behind her back. She had blue hair and red eyes, and strange horns. She said she needed to find Kaizen, and since he was not there, she would wait for him every evening on a strange rock near the Tretidian capital. She did not specify which rock or in which direction, but Kaizen knew exactly where it was.
Kaizen decided to go to the appointed meeting near the capital, after all, it was not far. He followed a winding path through a lush forest with tall, dense trees.
As he progressed along the narrow path, Kaizen became aware of the presence of wild creatures lurking among the trees. The feeling of being watched was constant, but he was undeterred by the monsters and killed them.
After a few minutes of walking, Kaizen finally arrived at the rendezvous point. He came upon a wide open clearing surrounded by tall trees that seemed to form some kind of natural protection. The place exuded a mystical atmosphere, and in the center of the clearing, an imposing stone rose from the ground, seemingly carved by the passage of time.
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