I'm Saren, this is my name.

In common parlance, it means "brave".

Read in dragon language, it means "calm".

Some people call me "Red Dragon" Saren because they think I have dragon blood.

There are stories about me being "The Butcher of Harwishy," and that's true.

This is not the point. The point is that the name is very important because it is the condensed information of a person.

The Vestalians call me "Numa," which means "fire." If you have met me, you know where that name comes from.

I once kidnapped the princess of the kingdom in full view of the public, and defeated the unparalleled tyrannical undead monarch; I am the youngest scientist at the Royal Academy of Sciences, but also the most sought-after criminal in the empire; I once served in the Rune Division, and also

Killed countless Imperial soldiers.

You may have heard my story too.

Let's start from the beginning of the story.

I belong to a wandering people called "Norman". I have known that I am a Norman since I was a child. As a Norman, we live in no fixed place throughout our lives. The spacious horse-drawn caravan is my home. I am in the caravan.

Born and raised, each caravan cluster is a Norman society, and the Normans traveling together are a family member.

Speaking of which, I have to mention my parents. My father is an excellent writer and musician, and my mother is a hunter, warrior and artist. I inherited my red hair from her.

Let's move the time to when I was nine years old. It was a hot summer, and you would be sweating after walking for a short time. Our caravan team just set off from Lavosky, a border city in the northwest.

, Before that, we had been doing some singing and performing work in the Kingdom of Valencia, and then we saved money to move to the empire. Lavosky is

Our first stop, we stayed there for about two weeks, repeating the singing and performing arts that we had done before in the surrounding villages, towns and cities, and also providing repair and business services. In fact, this is Nuo

The Norman way of life, we repeat this life over and over again, which is why most Normans were excellent singers and bards.

Our convoy was huge, and everyone was singing and dancing along the way, so the speed was slow. We set off in the morning, but it was only towards the evening that we could barely reach the rolling mountains only ten miles away from Lavoski.

That is the Jackdaw Mountains. Crossing the Jackdaw Mountains is the fastest way from Lavoski to the next city. Of course, there will be some dangers. The direwolves and giant bears on the mountains are not easy to deal with. My mother

We were a little worried at first, but my father insisted on it, so our huge motorcade slowly drove into the mountains in the evening.

About an hour later, the sky had completely turned dark and the convoy was exhausted. I heard my father say:

"Stop the car! Brothers and sisters! We'll spend the night here tonight!"

I was very happy at that time. I jumped out of the car in a hurry, and after asking for my father's permission, I ran into the woods next to the camp to play some tricks that children use to entertain themselves. In fact, that was the most important thing in my childhood.

source of fun.

I played happily in the woods for a long time. It wasn't until the moon was high above my head that I remembered that it was time to go back to the camp, have a meal and go to bed.

I walked back, an uneasy feeling lingering in my heart. The road was too quiet, not like a Norman camp that had just been settled.

I walked out of the woods and saw a thick fog in front of me. I couldn't see anything or hear any sound. I was a little at a loss.

Just then, I heard a dragon roar. To be honest, it really scared me. I always thought dragons were just creatures in bards' stories. Even my father wrote several books about dragons.

novel.

But that night, I did hear the roar of the dragon, more than one. The roar was not as majestic and powerful as the story said, but one painful roar after another.

My heart was beating wildly, my feet seemed frozen, and I didn't dare to move. I don't know how long it took before I regained some strength and ran towards the place where the dragon roar came from.

Just then I ran out of the fog, and then I saw a terrible scene. I saw several caravans burning in the night, emitting thick black smoke. I saw the cook of the convoy lying there with one leg.

Missing, the broken bones were as pale as mine, and his face had been chewed beyond recognition.

I stood, my teeth chattering uncontrollably, I couldn't take my eyes away from him, my head was frozen like paste, and I couldn't think.

I walked through the burning caravans and ruins of the camp like a zombie. There were mutilated corpses everywhere on the ground. I couldn't tell who was who, and I was just searching in vain for the living.

At this time, I saw my parents' caravan. The original white canvas top was covered with blood. The car body was burning. There was a headless body in the car, and her head was on the ground.

That was my mother. I felt dizzy and could hardly stand. I could only reach out and grab the wheel next to me to stabilize my body. But as soon as I grabbed it, the broken carriage beside me turned into powder at a very fast speed and scattered on the ground.

Just then I heard another scream, just above my head, very close, and I saw a huge red dragon falling from the sky. One of its wings was missing, and its spine was exposed like that.

, blood sprayed out, forming a bloody rain.

With a bang, the giant dragon crashed into the center of the camp, causing a burst of thick smoke and dust.

I managed to muster some strength and walked towards the direction where it fell. The smoke was so thick that I couldn't see anything clearly and my eyes were in pain from the smoke.

I walked out of the smoke and dust, rubbed my eyes, and saw the giant dragon lying there. It was still alive, but blood foam kept pouring out from the corners of its mouth, and blood spattered wantonly from its wounds.

A pool of blood had gathered beneath him.

Hearing the noise, it opened its eyes and said, "Little one, I'm sorry." It spoke, its huge dragon head mouthing human words in a self-reproaching and guilty tone.

"It's Strahd." It lowered its head, a huge tear leaking from the corner of its eye, "He and his immortal servants were briefly liberated from the plane today. I was prepared, but I couldn't save your family.

He himself is about to die."

I shuddered and remembered the widely sung ballad:

Strader, the brother-killing beast

When he comes, everything becomes old

Thick fog follows closely behind

If you want to survive, you can only save yourself

At this time, Strader's men appeared, a knight wearing heavy black armor, exuding a cold aura. I wanted to run, but my feet seemed to be firmly frozen and I couldn't take a step forward.

.

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. The knight raised his gun and accelerated. I felt my heart hurt, and then a big hole burst out of my chest, and my heart fell out completely.

I fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, and my eyes quickly turned dark. The figures of my parents and friends flashed quickly, and then an extremely cold darkness surrounded me.

I thought my life would end here. Sometimes I would rather my life end at this point, when my life has just become miserable.

But I didn't.

I felt like I was immersed in hot magma, and I felt like a piece of hot burning furnace coal. Until I woke up again, I didn’t know how much time had passed. I only knew that it was already a sunny morning, and I was still there.

In the center of the ruins of the camp was the giant dragon in front of him. It was dead and there were a few lines of small words carved on the ground.

To the cute little humans:

I'm the red dragon Candostraz, and I'm sorry.

This is the last thing I can do to survive with my heart.

"Let me drink something first." Saren cleared his throat, "Kara, can you get me a glass of pear juice?"

Kara was covering his face and crying at this moment, and the tears wet his clothes. "Oh, Mare," he choked, "I didn't know that such a thing happened."

Saren waved his hand, "Kara, I haven't told anyone these things before today."

"Mare..."

Saren's face became serious and hard, "What, am I going to curse and cry bitterly because of my childhood misfortune?" At this point, his expression became softer, "No, I just let the past go.

I’m telling you my story, that’s all, but thank you for your concern.”

Kara wiped away her tears, nodded, and walked into the kitchen to serve drinks for his mentor and guests.

"So you are indeed the 'Red Dragon'." Karen was stunned by his story. "I mean, now you have a dragon heart beating in your chest? This is crazy."

"So it's not unreasonable for people to call me dragon vein rune master or dragon blood rune master." Saren smiled, "I am indeed proficient in dragon language, and my rune skills are different from ordinary rune masters." He said this.

After a pause, "You saw it that night."

Karen nodded, and Kara walked in with three glasses of refreshing pear juice. "Thank you." Saren took a glass of pear juice from the tray and drank it all.

"Now, if you'll excuse me," Saren rubbed his hands, "I'm going to get some firewood. It's going to be a long night, and I have to make sure we can survive it." After that, he walked through the bar and kitchen and disappeared.

The other side of the hotel.

Saren walked from the kitchen to the outdoors and closed the door. The autumn night was already a little chilly. He lit a lantern, held the handle of the flat-bottomed trolley, and pushed the trolley to the firewood pile behind the hotel, crunching the fallen leaves with his feet.

Sound.

The firewood prepared for winter was neatly stacked there. Saren picked up two bundles of firewood and threw them into the cart. The firewood fell to the bottom of the cart with a muffled sound. Then he continued to throw in two more bundles of firewood.

Keep repeating.

But his movements became slower and slower, and finally he stopped. He squatted down, and all the emotions from the past rushed into his heart. He covered his face, cried quietly, and let out bursts of silent cries.
Chapter completed!