Ao'yin

Ao'yin is a Marksman hero in Honor of Kings.

Background[]

He comes from an ancient race of dragons that disappeared from the world a long time ago. After a transformative experience that changed his life, this childish young man returned to the world a hundred times more resolute than before. He vowed to return the true name of his vanished race to this world. In this vast world, all that's left of this ancient race will be watching him as he attempts to reclaim what was lost.

Lore[]

"A thousand years, gone in the blink of an eye. The legends of mortals still tell of our highs and lows."

According to these legends, be they real or the product of imagination, this ancient race of dragons was born from this very world, a new life form conceived by the power of nature itself.

At the start of this new chapter, these new lifeforms multiplied, and their race thrived. After coming into being, they felt the ongoing changes to the world that had birthed them. They walked with all things and listened to nature... Until one day, this extraordinary family of beings suddenly disappeared, leaving behind only scattered legends.

But there is another version of this story, one which says they never truly left. Nostalgia for the world which gave birth to them led the ancient dragons to preserve the deepest and most profound feelings from their time here, condensed into a crystal of life. It was created in the hope that, one day, their descendants might walk this world again.

Countless years after the dragons' disappearance, a child emerged from the oscillating energies of the past.

"When I regain my name, endless calamity will befall the world."

"When I give up my name, dragons will be gone from the world forever."

Dragons had very long lifespans. In fact, they were near-immortal. Countless mortals still search for the scales and claws they left behind, coveting their extraordinary power.

This child lived with his relatives, secluded from the world. Had he never learned of the past or recalled the name of his bloodline, perhaps his life would have been a peaceful one. But then his horns began to grow. His grandfather assured him he didn't need to be like everyone else, but where would this new path lead? He was told of a home in which "gentle breezes blow and spring dew gathers," but where could it be?

Questions about who he was and where he should go accompanied Loong's growth from that time on.

That is, until reality gave him a cruel prelude of what was to come. Powerful enemies attacked, his relatives were gone, and in the space of a single night, his destiny began to pivot.

From then on, he knew of his true past, and the true name of his extinct race. He was forced to grow up in an instant, and his life was thrust into his hands.

He stood silent in the night as rain ran down his antlers. Though still small, they were already suggestive of greatness. His scales were cool, but his heart was ablaze.

The light reflected off his sword illuminated a long and winding road ahead and an answer that would make the world tremble.

"Let the name of the dragon race return to this world!"

Who Lost?[]

When Loong left the home where he had lived for more than 10 years, the mountains in the distance were just turning green. Now, a freezing wind was searching once again for the last traces of life in the wilderness. The year was drawing to a close.

Cold air from the far north swept across the land. As he passed the sea, large ships from Navenia were returning from the last storm of the year. In Chang'an, the streets were packed with vessels flying festive flags of red. Tonpuu Shore was shrouded in cold fog, but the tiny islands, though far away, were still visible to his perceptive eyes. On the Great Wall, the first snowflakes were falling on the beacon towers, covering them in a silvery layer as white as the hair of the warriors wiping their blades.

West of Alsahraa, he arrived at a white-capped mountain. There, he was ambushed again.

Countless centuries after the dragons became legend, a group of treasure seekers who called themselves the Hunters appeared.

They would excavate the bones of ancient beasts and absorb energy hidden in the earth's veins, and hunt down any dragon-like creatures, all to obtain the power they called "Dragon Breath." These strange-looking hunters came swarming like roaches and flies, tracing for any clues he left; and like greedy hyenas, they were committed to biting aromatic flesh off of him.

Now, one of them was facing him. This hunter wielded a pair of huge hooks. These weapons were designed for living creatures. As long as they could be hooked into the opponent's flesh, the sorcery they were imbued with could extract Dragon Breath from their blood.

Their size let on that they were designed for larger beasts. Using them on such a youngster—not to mention one who had already been repeatedly injured—was an act of savagery.

The hunter laughed. It was a freakish, almost wheezing sound, as if his throat was leaking air. The battle hadn't yet begun, and he already had the upper hand.

Loong felt the wind as the two hooks hurtled toward him, carrying a strong fishy smell. He kicked up a wind to repel the approaching hunter and quickly deflected one of the hooks with his sword. However, the other hook evaded his vision and attacked from behind!

Clang!

He turned his blade swiftly, warding off the second hook and throwing it into the first hook that was preparing to attack again. The black-robed hunter was forced back again and again by the whirling sword.

"Huh... I thought you were just a little beast orphan... I didn't expect you to have teeth—"

Then Loong's second sword struck.

This sword was not light like the wind. It was a sword burning, blazing, with raging fire.

Behind the veils, the hunter would never have thought that this was Loong's favorite, and most practiced move.

Before he was old enough to wield a sword, he already mastered this fire that melts all. But at that time he had a home, a place whose eaves protected him and let him be an innocent child. Back then, he knew this fire not as a tool of death and destruction, but as the fire under the cooking stove, or a light for sewing to late at night. When the attackers tore down the roof that had sheltered him, they also released the true fire within him, so that it could burn with unfettered fury. He would take that fire, this flame that originated from the world itself, and burn away all greed and delusion!

What the hunter saw hurtling toward him was no longer a few sword strokes, but a great, raging furnace, capable of melting through any weapon or armor!

He raised his fishy-smelling hooks to parry, but they could not even slow down the roaring flames.

The energy of countless beasts accumulated by the hooks turned to ashes in an instant.

Slowly, the flames died down.

Not because Loong's anger had not subsided, but because of an old wound that had re-opened, draining his strength. A long scar crossed the flesh of his back, cutting across the youngster's spine.

That was from when he made the mistake of entering a battle in the Three Kingdoms. A power-hungry lord who coveted Dragon Breath had used a rare power to cut through layers of his scales.

The ambitious lord gazed down from his high position, reveling in his contempt for Loong, who was imprisoned below.

"You? A dragon?" His tone was unimpressed. He spoke as though he had seen many a "dragon"—be it an organization, a code name, or some genuinely wondrous creature.

"Listen, kid. As your elder and someone with more life experience... and as someone you had the bad luck of facing in battle..." He smacked his lips. "I suggest you hide your head and tail when you venture out. Unless of course, you want everyone to know that a living dragon has been born?"

It was the pain that kept Loong awake. But this question made his mind wander.

"Hide." This was the word he had learned from his only relative. Even in Loong's first memories of him, that relative had already been an old man. The effort of hiding a secret so completely, and of protecting a child's innocent and sensitive heart, had caused him to age faster than most. But even that kind old man could not shield Loong from the world forever. And when that day came, his final words revealed many hidden messages.

Dragons. A race born of the earth and the heavens, conceived by nature. How come they disappeared so suddenly, so quietly? The young dragon had already spent half of his life hiding. Should he spend the rest of it in peace, sheltered from the outside world while his scales and claws grew?

Or should he brave the elements and carve his own way in a world filled with powerful enemies, in order to restore the true name of his race?

"When I regain my name, endless calamity will befall the world."

"When I give up my name, dragons will be gone from the world forever."

Loong's golden eyes lit up slightly.

The power-hungry lord raised his head.

"Hide my head and tail? From the day I learned of my past, when that sudden storm arrived—" Loong broke one of his own bones, which had been nailed down, and the first nail dropped. The lord stood up from his seat.

"It was never my plan to flee—". A long row of nails were torn off, scales and flesh still attached. The guards surrounded him.

Loong raised his head, holding high his antlers, which by then had grown majestic. His pupils shone gold, filled with fury and power.

He could hide his horns no longer, just as he could not hide his bloodline, his nature, or his name.

"Come. You may be older than me, and more experienced... but I'm not the unlucky one here." A biting cold wind suddenly blew in and extinguished all fires in the room. Wherever there was a draft, frost began to build up, sealing all the doors and windows.

"In battle, I care not about victory or defeat. Only life and death."

Hometown Tonight[]

The last time he had experienced a life-and-death battle like this... well, it was the last time.

Loong lay on the grass, wet with night dew, his consciousness gradually converging from fragments of meaningless words.

The heavy snow in his memory covered the eaves of his hometown, and the past was wiped clean. Immersed in falling snow, he returned from a dream full of dangers.

Loong turned over, night dew falling silently from the corners of his eyes, and stood up.

During his slumber, darkness had covered his surroundings like some dormant behemoth, swallowing up distant worlds. Danger was everywhere. It had been that way since he ventured into the world on his own.

The battle in which he lost his loved ones had left him with a truth that hinted at crisis. The hunter he had defeated then was unlike any he had encountered since. That undefined "he" of which he spoke, and his unfamiliar aura and all-devouring power... Loong had had the premonition that in this life, there was a fierce battle yet to come.

And now, he had a strange feeling that battle was imminent. Two rolling fires rose and fell in the dark night, getting closer and closer.

Loong's pupils shrank, becoming thin lines of golden light. Winds channeled strong behind him, and his scales expanded and spread out. What roared toward him was not a ball of fire, but two fast-spinning fire wheels, about to ram into him!

Loong focused his strength and attacked.

In the night, two figures clashed. One red and one white, they met with enough power to topple mountains!

Accompanied by a suppressed cry of pain, and a strange scream which was lengthened by a fall. The two figures clashed and spun in mid-air. The fiery red figure had just got his balance and shouted, "Watch where you're going!", when a strong gust of wind knocked him to the ground again. That attack was the last straw. The red figure exploded with rage. He locked onto the stranger who had blocked his way with his fiery weapon and charged toward him!

The white figure was mid-fall and unable to intercept it in time. He threw a Wind Blade which detonated the fireball on impact, then rapidly transformed, in a flurry of wind and snow, into a long silver-white dragon and soared into the sky!

In an instant, land and sky were filled with snow and fire. The beastly darkness, thick as it was, was overcome by bright light.

Loong could finally see clearly. The man who fought with such ferocity was a red-haired boy with angry eyes and gritted teeth. He was as young as Loong was... and fought with as much spirit, too.

How strange. Loong's greatest contradiction was hidden in his own nature.

The scales on his body were always cold to the touch. Perhaps because he liked to wash them in icy water, perhaps because the coldest ice of all was that which flowed in his veins... or maybe it was simply because every day and night of his adult life had been like this... chilling to the bone. Only in a battle that brought him this close to death could the flames deep within his heart ignite his sword, inch by inch, setting the battlefield ablaze and melting the enemies who clamored to rip off his scales and tear out his flesh, sending them all to their death.

But standing before him, this red-haired boy appeared as a natural incarnation of wrath, a destined destroyer. It was hard to imagine that his birthplace still had its roof and tiles intact.

But it did not matter what type of fire they were born from, as a rainstorm more ferocious than both of them soon arrived to quench their flames. The heavens could not tolerate two such abominations causing trouble at the same time.

The boy's furious red hair was dampened by the heavy rain, giving him a pitiful, almost comical look.

The rain also caused Loong's flowing fringes to curl as they got wet, giving him an unkempt, sloppy look.

At first, the two of them kept their fighting spirit and rushed to escape the curtain of rain—as if competing to see who could fly faster and higher.

They bared their teeth and went from shouting and showing off with wind, fire, rain, and snow, to eventually just trying to outlast the pouring rain. In the end, the skies cleared. Neither of them could remember if they had escaped the deluge or if it had stopped of its own accord.

Either way, the only thing left in the quiet sky was a gentle moon.

Exhausted, the two opponents threw down their weapons.

The red-haired boy lay on the hill, arms and legs spread out to bask in the moonlight.

The white dragon turned back into a young man and stood silently in the night, his silver tail gently splashing the water behind him.

It was such a peaceful night. In the traditions of this world, the full moon symbolizes reunion.

No further words were spoken. According to custom, this time was for remembering one's hometown.

Loong grasped his xun, a small wind instrument left to him by his closest relative. He was searching for a place he could call home, for this xun and for himself. Legend has it that in the secluded marshes, his ancestors had left a message for their descendants that would tell them much more than any number of scattered scales and claws ever could. Although, when he mentioned the marshes, the short master who guided him quickly masked a slight expression of melancholy.

The young man lying on the hill closed his eyes and fell into a dream that seemed as deep as the ocean.

Home. A word that could bring tears to wayward sons the world over.

But for the two who had been battling through wind and rain, it was difficult to say who might return first.

After a long while, dawn light climbed the hillside, replacing the moon that had illuminated their hearts.

Neither bid farewell to the other.

The world is vast, and there are more paths than one.

But the angry boy did not ride off on his wheels of fire, and Loong did not transform into a soaring dragon. They looked just like two ordinary young men, walking their own paths.

Only after they were long out of sight, did they wave goodbye to each other.

Misty Lies[]

It began when he entered the Misty Marshes and was led into the city in the clouds, where he was faced with one lie after another.

"What's your name?"

"Loong."

"In the Misty Marshes, we don't usually use our names. When talking to those we know, we forest people have our own monikers."

"Take me for example. I'm Deerie, the most wonderful deer in all the Misty Marshes." As for Lord Cirrus... He doesn't like it when people use his, unless they're friends."

"Oh? What's his moniker then?" His counterpart stood with a strange smile on her face.

"He's called Snake."

Loong laughed. "You can call me White Dragon then."

That same day, Loong went to wash his scales in a secluded forest pool and flew over the dense forests for fun.

Afterward, Loong returned to his residence in Misty City and quickly fell into a deep sleep, as if he were any young man untroubled by insomnia.

Thump, thump, thump—Smash!

Loong gritted his teeth and sat up.

He went to find Cirrus, saying he had heard someone smashing the window next door.

Cirrus, who knew almost everything that happened in Misty City, was silent for a moment.

"That's a common occurrence."

"A crystal window being suddenly smashed is a common occurrence?"

"Yes."

"But it was shattered by a stone."

"Yes. That's also very common."

Childish sayings and white lies are easy to see through, but deliberate plotting is something else. This was one such case.

Donghuang had said that if Loong sought information from a distant time, uncorrupted by the influence of others, there was only one place in all the Misty Marshes for him to look.

Prior to these words, he had also spent a long-time showing Loong his so-called kinship—perhaps a blood relative, or even a cousin.

And so, it came to be that Loong stood before the Marsh of Amnesia. He had been told the risk of danger here was so small that he could ignore it, and that there were no guards assigned to this place.

If he did find someone there—they would almost certainly be an enemy.

And find someone he did. A giant axe-wielder, who exuded a murderous stench, blocked his way.

His face was not clearly visible, but he seemed shocked by Loong's appearance.

"Turn back, whoever you are."

"This is the Marsh of Amnesia. Outsiders are not welcome."

Skills[]

Hidden Dragon

Type: Passive

The Dragon Souls from his last 2 skill uses grant effects to his Basic Attacks, which deal physical damage to up to two enemies. He gains 1 mark upon using skills, for up to 3 marks. Basic Attacks expend all marks for various effects, striking once per mark.

Flaming Palm

Type: Skill 1

Deals physical damage and true damage. Attaches a Fire Dragon Soul to his sword. Basic Attacks deal more damage when this Soul is attached. Enhanced Basic Attacks will deal both physical damage and true damage.

Downpour

Type: Skill 2

Deals physical damage and recovers Health upon hit. Attaches a Water Dragon Soul to his sword. Basic Attacks restore Health and Mana when this Soul is attached. Enhanced Basic Attacks will deal physical damage and restore Health, but restore less for hits on non-hero units.

Riding the Wind

Type: Skill 3

Gains Movement Speed that diminishes over time, deals physical damage, and knocks back enemies. Attaches a Wind Dragon Soul to his sword. Gains Movement Speed while this Soul is attached, 50% extra if on both swords. Enhanced Basic Attacks will deal physical damage and knock back enemies.

Infinite Vastness

Type: Ultimate

Soars into the sky for up to 4.5s, then dives forward to damage and slow enemies. Landing deals equal damage and applies Dread. Gains Attack Speed and Attack Range. Basic Attacks hit 2 more enemies. Can switch Dragon Souls mid-flight.

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Loong's most common skill combo are 2-1 or 3-1, which allow him to deal a large amount of damage.
His Skill 3 and Ultimate grant him better survivabililty in team fights.