The three traded a look. It was clear that none of them had anticipated him to awaken so quickly. Previous tis, he had stayed unconcious for a few days before waking up slowly.
"Ezra… "
The full na of this youth, who had been called Ezra, was Ezra Zephyr, and the moderately aged man and woman before his eyes, were his parents, the King and Queen of the Bloodfang Kingdom, Mirza Zephyr and Tania Inviastus.
The prince's young face was sowhat pale, as he pressed together his lips. His body had been fragile since birth, and in this way looked rather insightful. In the wake of being quiet for so seconds, he gradually opened his shirt.
A dim dark blue lightning could be seen at Ezra's naked chest, which appeared to be engraved in the deepest part of his body. It gradually squird and wriggled, looking actually like an aggressive lightning winged serpent. A weak yet incredibly unpleasant and angry aura appeared to rise from it, making him shudder in spite of the fact that it was not cold.
"Father, Mother… I believe the ti has co to tell about what is happening to " Ezra said and involantarily gritted his teeth, as he gazed at the little lightning serpent like-thing on his chest. It was this very thing that caused him to feel what could be called tornt past death.
Every few years, this thing would start to act up. It carried with it a perpetual suffering, that felt as though it was eating up the flesh of his body inch by inch.
At the point when they heard young prince's words, The King and Queen's faces lost a significant asure of colour. Specially Mirza Zephyr, he firmly clenched his hands, as outrageous regret and self-fault surfaced all over his face.
This quietness went on for quite a while, even the air appeared to beco sowhat heavy, before Mirza at last breathed deeply, and said in a rough voice. "That is the Thunder Ophidian Curse."
"Thunder Ophidian Curse?" Ezra'a eyebrows were firmly rged together, neglecting to understand.
Mirza Zephyr's hands shuddered fairly as he disheveled Ezra's hair and said. "It is the ideal ti for you to know about these issues. Ezra, you should realize that you are the hier of our ancestoral spirit, a 6th grade beast spirit, Red Scalled Wolf"
Ezra couldn't help and let out a severe giggle.
"Was there truly a pathetic and hopeless spirit? Even the eight veins in my body couldn't be found." he pondered.
Mirza Zephyr took a seat at his son's side. His voice was low as he spoke.
"Ezra, the current Bloodfang Kingdom can be viewed just as a little and irrelevant nation, however what you cannot deny is, that twenty years prior, Bloodfang Kingdom was an incredible monarchy. Each nation ca to give tribute to us, and our strength was overpowering to all."
Shock surfaced on his little face. Among the various empires and kingdoms that specked this unfathomable mainland, Bloodfang Kingdom was truly not noteworthy by any stretch of the imagination. How could he believe that his kingdom once had such gigantic status in past.
"Are you aware of the Brown Mane Empire?"
Mirza Zephyre gradually said each word of this na, as if he wanted to carve this na into Ezra's heart.
"The Brown Mane Empire?" Ezra Zephyr nodded. The Brown Mane Empire was one of the high level empires on this continent. It was a prospering country that contained innurable Spirit Martials, both cultivators and sorcerors. In comparison, Bloodfang was likened to a midget before a goliath.
Mirza Zephyr's eyes turned red at this mont. Profound hatred was revealed within them.
"Then, at that point do you realize that twenty years prior, the current royal lionn tribe of Brown Mane Empire was just one of the subjects of our Bloodfang Kingdom?"
A wave of wonder finally showed up in Ezra Zephyr's eyes.
"The Brown Mane's royal family was once a subject of Bloodfang Empire? Was Bloodfang Empire that incredible twenty years ago?"
He murmured.
"Then... how did things turn out this way?"
Ezra Zephyr really wanted to ask.
"At the point when Bloodfang Empire was founded hundreds of years ago by our werewolf tribe's ancestors, our ancestors possessed the spirit of Red Scalled Wolf and were very powerful, the lionn tribe decided to follow us. As we were the only biggest beastn kingdom at that ti, we battled everywhere.
We thought they were faithful and dedicated vassals. Then, we set up a duchy in acknowledgnt of their administration, and in the empire's golden age. We gave the chieftain of Lionn tribe the innate title of Duke Brown Mane because of their nurous contributions to the empire and their brown coloured mane, permitting them to enjoy an incredible asure of privilege and power.
Thus in the following years, the Lionn tribe protected the Bloodfang Empire's borders, scaring and defending from all enemies and had nurous contributions during war.
Mirza Zephyr's body faintly shook, as veins of blood moved out in his eyes.
"However, who might have expected that the Lionn tribe would betray. Only at that ti, us werewolves realised that after hiding their power and sticking around for their chance throughout the long term, the Lionn faction already had build an extraordinary force, and surprisingly the various other races in the empire had join the rebellion and nurous others took advantage of the chaos that ensured thereafter while the remaining ones could only stay neutral for fear of their race been wiped out.
Thus in the brief period of five years, our Werewolf tribe was totally crushed, an event that historians later nad 'The downfall of the golden empire'. Because the history of beast continent took a great hit, our werewolf tribe was almost wiped out, the rest of the werewolves could only move towards the South escaping the jaws of the enemies, we ran and settled at Werewolf tribe's hereditary land which is now the current Bloodfang kingdom's Domain.
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