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the dragon slayer "Got you killed finally", said proudly by the hero. He stood on the dragon's back and put his sword into the dragon's body. "Don't be complacent! If you kill me, you will be me." The dragon gasped weakly with a fierce laugh left. "It is impossible", the hero laughed, "as a human being wandering about outside, the only thing I would like to do is to punish evil-doers and encourage people to do good. After killing you, I will go on my own journey." "They'll force you to do so." "Who are they? What will I be forced to do?" The hero was puzzled by the words of dragon. But when he looked at the dragon again, the dark red pupils of its eyes had stagnated and dispersed. The dragon is dead. After cutting off the a scale of the dragon, he hung it on his chest as a symbol of honor. After coming back to the city, the hero enjoyed the cheerful words and reverence of the people. Then people knelt down and stopped the hero from going. "Hero, please save us." The leading elder pleaded. "The dragon has been killed. Is there anything else I need to do?" the hero propped up the old man and asked. "It is the king. He not only extorts excessive taxes but also bullies and oppresses his people, which is more harmful than dragons. If we continue to be ruled by this tyrant, we people would like to die rather than live." The hero was filled with righteousness and indignation after hearing it. He led the people into the palace. Like killing the Dragon before, the hero pierced the tyrant's chest with his own hands. The hero carried the tyrant's head to the square for publicly expose. At this time, the people cheered enthusiastically, who begged the hero to be their new king. Difficult to refuse such kindness, the hero no choice but to answer their request. Then he took the crown and sat on the throne. From then on, there was a statue of a hero slaughtering dragon built in front of the palace gate. And the hero tried his best to make every effort to work diligently and love the people in his country. For ten years, under his rule, the kingdom was prospered and the people enjoyed peace. Until the eleventh year, this country encountered a severe drought. At that time, there was no grain harvest and animal diseases were rampant. This drought has lasted three years. And the hero opened his Treasury to feed for surviving. Soon afterwards, the Treasury was depleted. At this time, the people could only eat things like grass roots and bark for a living. In the end, even those things that could feed the hungry were exhausted. No food left, many people died by the roadside. In despair, a wizard showed his face with no sign. He took a team of camels with water chariots to help and pacify the old and the young. Therefore, the people were grateful to him. One day, the wizard came to the square and announced that he would pray for rain. After the altar was built, he stood on it with a implement in his hand and prayed silently. The people gathered around the altar. Suddenly, clouds gathered in the sky and the sunlight was covered by the dark. With a thunder crashing, sporadic raindrops fell to the ground quietly. The people gathered around the altar burst into cheers, which was ten thousand times louder than thunder. But it wasn't long before the sporadic raindrops stopped abruptly. And the blazing sun reappeared again. At that time, the cheers changed into pleading voices. The people knelt down and kept kowtowing to the wizard, begging for more rain. The wizard shook his head and said he couldn't help either.. The drought was caused by the punishment because one of the people in the country had inflamed the gods. As a result, the god had to impose such a punishment. People gnashed their teeth with hate and asked the wizard to speak out the man's name. And they were going to tear this person apart. "It's not that I don't want to tell you. It is just the person that none of us can provoke." After a bitter laugh, the wizard said with a low voice, "The man who angers the gods is your heroic king." The noise under the altar suddenly became silent. People whispered to each other showing their suspicious about this thing. "How could it be him? Isn't he our kindest king?" "It can't be true? How could a hero like him offend God?" "He King angered the gods!" The wizard said aloud: "dragon is the mythical animals for human world send by God himself. But in order to make his name known, the king killed the it and made the gods lose communication with this world. Also, he tried to usurp the throne and led the mob to kill the godly old king. After being the king, he kept waging wars, which made tens of millions of children and young people become wandering souls in other countries, and countless women and children become orphans and widows. These three unforgivable crimes are heinous. If you want rain, you must slay the tyrant to calm God's anger!" And then, the people under the altar all shouted, "Kill the tyrant and calm the wrath of God!" Standing on the balcony, the hero was puzzled as he watched the crowds rushing towards the palace like some dark clouds. Then, a gust of cloudy wind blew to him. The hero turned around and saw a man in a black robe coming to him face to face. It was the wizard. "It is you who made trouble!" the hero said, "I have no injustice or hatred with you. Why do you do harm on me?" "No injustice, no hatred?" The wizard smiled grimly. "Maybe it is just God's punishment." "What do you mean?" The hero held down the hilt and watched the wizard's movements vigilantly. "Do you remember the time when the old king was pierced to death ten years ago? At that time, under the bed behind the old king, there laid a child who had witnessed this murder but dared not speak out." The wizard said, "right, that child was me. Later, I fled the kingdom in disorder and experienced countless hardships. In the meantime, the only belief that sustains me to live is the revenge. Now, I want bring you to death, which would be thousands times miserable than my father. "Your father is a despot, wild and inhumane." the hero said with impassioned words, "I killed him. It's a wish of the people." "Even if he was a tyrant, what qualifications do you and the fools have for killing the father of a child?" asked the wizard with a grim face, "by what you called as righteousness?" "There is no rain in the sky. I could not even see a piece of cloud." The hero drew his sword and pointed it at the wizard." It's all your witchcraft. As long as you are killed, the people will realize the truth of the facts." "Still you donât understand." The wizard gave a derided laugh. "It doesn't matter whether it rains or not. What really matters is that people need an outlet to vent their anger and grief after all these three years. And I can find the outlet for them. That's you. Just wait for your kind people to kill you and break your corpse into pieces." "I'll slay you to death first!" The hero waved his sword to the wizard. But as soon as the sword touched the black robe, the wizard turned into wisps of black smoke and drifted away. At that moment, angry crowds rushed to the palace, who tore the hero they once loved and esteemed apart. Faced with the crowd, the hero defended himself in every way, fighting a way out from the encirclement. But also, he was injured a lot. It was not until dark night that he hid in a dry well and temporarily abandoned the pursuers. Early the next morning, the hero climbed out of the well. The wounds all over his body made him feel so painful. Catching the opportunity to avoid the guards, he propped himself up and fled from the city gate to the wilderness. He walked slowly towards the nearest peak. There seemed to be a voice guiding him to something he wanted. The hero walked for two days and two nights. Hunger, cold and sickness mixing together, he never fell down, because the familiar but also unfamiliar voice was supporting him. Another starless night, the hero finally climbed to the top of the mountain. A huge rib was touched. It was the skeleton of the dragon he had killed. Feeling the remains of the dragon, the faint wandering voice suddenly became rather clear and harsh! That's the voice of the dragon. It is exactly the dragon's prophecy when its dying. "Don't be complacent! If you kill me, you will become me." "They'll force you to do so." The first morning light suddenly pierced the darkness. And the golden light poured down on the hero like a pillar. Then, the huge skeleton of the dragon behind the hero became some ashes as the sun shines. Suddenly, the hero wanted to have a glance at the dragon scale hanging on his chest, which once symbolized the great honor of him. But when he untied his clothes, he found that the scales had grown into his body already. Then the hero looked directly at the dazzling sun. The sun light that shines on everything went straight into the hero's eyes. Gradually, his body grew bigger, with eyes of him turned bloody red. ... The end

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