Chapter 41 Bloodline Gift (IV)

"Doro."

Casius read out the next name.

As the military leader of the Burning Embers Nest, and the designer of the defensive facilities such as ditches, fences, gates, protective towers, and pits in the Rock Fortress, Doro really needs to increase his strength as a guarantee.

The hobgoblin leader breathed a sigh of relief.

This at least proves that his status in the Burning Embers Nest has not declined too much - after all, this creature's love for power is even greater than its enthusiasm for war.

Doro climbed up the boulder and waited on one knee.

Blood poured into his mouth.

Burning.

This was the only feeling the hobgoblin had.

The blood entered his throat, like boiling magma, churning in his body, burning every inch of his body, and he finally felt the pain of Rump.

But he still kept kneeling on one knee, trembling all over, clenching his teeth, almost breaking them.

"I won't die here."

"I want to climb higher - at least higher than that stupid ogre."

This is the only thought of the hobgoblin at this moment.

The hobgoblin's skin was originally red, but it became translucent due to the burning elemental energy, with a faint red glow.

His body was rhythmically moving.

Every heartbeat and every breath pumped dragon blood to all parts of his body, and one could even see his pulsating blood vessels through his somewhat transparent body.

"Maybe it has a more obvious effect on non-dragon vein creatures."

Casius calmly watched the changes in the hobgoblin and concluded secretly.

"Ah--"

Finally, the hobgoblin couldn't stand the burning all over his body and couldn't help but scream.

His body began to swell rapidly, and scaly protrusions appeared under his skin.

As the roar became more heartbreaking, the hobgoblin grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Its height grew directly from about 1.8 meters to 2.5 meters, and the scarlet scales broke through his fragile skin, exposing him to the air with white smoke.

"Hoo, hoo"

He opened his mouth slightly, and blew out white smoke.

The yellow teeth that were already pointed were as sharp as dragon teeth.

His scales even spread to his face, and frills appeared on his ears, which merged into the scales on his cheeks. Two slightly raised horns also grew on his forehead.

The dragon vein hobgoblin was born.

His body underwent earth-shaking changes, his strength increased sharply, and his size was even comparable to that of an ordinary ogre.

But as a creature that is more inclined to legionary combat, he did not awaken the fire breath, but only had the ability to perform the trick "fire arrow", and at the same time, he had a thick scale armor to protect his body, which had a higher resistance to heat.

Originally, the hobgoblin, whose lifespan was similar to that of humans and who often did not live to a natural death due to his love of war, has now become an "immortal species" with a lifespan of about 300 years - although this is still short in the eyes of the dragon.

[Dragon Vein Hobgoblin Commander]

Challenge Level: 7 (2900 XP)

"Thank you for your generosity."

"I can't wait to taste the blood of my enemies on the battlefield."

Dolo panted.

His already red face flushed with excitement.

The Hobgoblin Commander felt an unprecedented power filling his body. As a creature born to love war, he had the urge to vent all this power on the battlefield.

"Not bad."

Casius said.

Dolo had no magic support, so it was rare for him to have these improvements.

"Smaug."

Casius read out the next name.

The largest wyvern in the group was immediately excited when he heard the call.

It drooled and jumped onto the boulder excitedly, leaning on the stone surface with the wing bones of its forelimbs, and even shaking its thick tail with poisonous barbs rhythmically.

This is certainly not the original name of this world, but just a little bit of bad taste of Casius.

After "killing the chicken to scare the monkey", he casually assigned the largest of the remaining flying dragons to take over as the new leader of the flying dragon group.

As creatures with low intelligence, flying dragons often have no names.

Seeing the two-legged flying dragon landing on its front legs, Cassius thought of the image of the famous Smaug in the movie of his previous life, and gave him this name on a whim.

The flying dragon called "Smaug" cried excitedly, and the mucus dripping from its mouth dripped on the stone surface.

These beasts have the blood of dragons and griffins, and they covet the blood of real dragons.

The blood melted into the mouth.

The two-legged flying dragon supported the ground with its front wings, and let out a low roar.

Although there was dragon blood in its body, the blood had been diluted for countless generations and had become extremely sparse, and it could not be compared with the blood of the red dragon.

Therefore, when the blood filled with violent elements rushed into the body, the beast was still in pain.

As the blood churned in its body, the two-legged dragon rolled directly on the boulder.

It let out a series of shrill hisses.

The sound was noisy and sharp, like metal fragments rubbing and scraping, making the monsters watching feel miserable.

The dragon's body was also expanding visibly.

It grew from more than five meters to more than six meters, and then to more than seven meters, before the expansion stagnated.

Scarlet hard scales grew on the skin that was originally covered with mucus and full of wrinkles, and the fleshy protrusions gradually turned into keratin spikes. The mouth that originally could only spray out smelly mucus could also spit out burning flames.

The dragon seemed to be getting closer to a real dragon.

But it is still thin and weak, with its front legs on the ground.

[Atavistic Wyvern]

Challenge level: 8 (3900xp)

"Not bad, at least it won't be beaten to a pulp by the North Wind Eagle Guard."

Casius commented expressionlessly.

The Wyvern spewed a flame into the sky, then jumped off the boulder and raised its head proudly to its companions. It can only be said that it is worthy of being called a beast.

At this time, there was not much dragon blood in the shallow pit.

Only a thin layer remained.

The blood flowed slowly.

It exuded an attractive fishy smell.

According to the previous standards, it should be able to be bestowed again.

At this moment, thousands of eyes in the valley were staring at the remaining blood. They were panting, their eyes were fanatical, and their eyes were about to burst into fire.

After watching the transformation several times, this blood has become an absolute symbol of power in their eyes.

Although the transformation was painful, how could this little pain be compared with the extremely powerful power?

And now, the undisputed highest-ranking people in the Burning Embers Nest have finished enjoying the food.

Do they also have a chance to get a share?

The valley is still silent, but the breathing is getting heavier, and the thumping heartbeat is getting more obvious, like a heavy drumbeat.

The goblin's forehead is dripping with sweat, flowing down his fur to the corners of his eyes, but he still doesn't blink, staring at the pool of blood.

The lizardman stood motionless in the dark corner, observing secretly, staring at the blood like a dead object.

The dragon stretched its neck, opened its mouth slightly, and mucus flowed down from both sides. Alas, its ferocious head was full of desire.

Who will be the lucky one?

They are all looking forward to it.