Chapter 42 Bloodline Gift (V)

In this strange atmosphere of fanaticism and silence, Cassius read out the last name.

"Golden Fang."

All the monsters were dumbfounded.

No one expected that the last person to receive the "blessing" would be a weak dog-headed man.

Even Gold Fang himself stood there for a moment, and it took a long time for him to react.

The dog-headed man's ugly face was suddenly filled with a flattering smile. With the help of several of his fellow tribesmen as stepping stones, he finally climbed up the boulder that was several times higher than it.

"How is this possible?"

Dolo looked at the flattered dog-headed man, spitting out bursts of hot air from his mouth, gritting his teeth, and wishing to tear him to pieces.

The bear goblins under his command were even more angry, and their strong arms were bulging with veins, even thicker than the skinny waist of the dog-headed man.

These monsters grew up in Storm Hill and believed in strength since childhood. They were naturally angry about being ridden by such a weak dog-headed man.

But they did not dare to challenge the authority of the red dragon, so they could only swallow their anger.

Cassius did not really care about the choice.

After the previous gifts, the combat power in the Burning Nest was already quite strong, at least it could be considered a powerful force in the Anzeta Wasteland.

Considering that he would have to let the dog-headed men dig for gold, he naturally had to give them some hope.

What's more, the dog-headed men were born dragons.

These egg-laying creatures mature quickly and can survive as "dragon-like creatures" for more than a century, digging gold for their masters everywhere. However, due to their weak bodies, few of them can survive to natural death.

After spending a long time with dragons, they may even undergo unpredictable mutations.

This time, Cassius also wanted to do an experiment by the way.

Even if it fails, the loss is almost nothing. It is just a dog-headed man with a challenge level of only one-fourth. If it dies, it can give birth to hundreds of others next year.

The ceremony began under the control of Cassius.

Blood flowed into the dog-headed man's mouth.

Because the dog-headed man is short and thin, it consumes much less blood than the previous ones.

"Awoo--"

The dog-headed man let out a suppressed roar.

The hot blood flowed into the body, burning the flesh and blood, and making its body faintly glow red.

All the monsters were staring at the dog-headed man with greedy eyes, either out of jealousy, or out of resentment, or out of unwillingness. Most of the followers secretly hoped that the dog-headed man would die in pain.

Then, a sudden change occurred.

The dog-headed man raised his head and let out a frantic, dog-like barking cry, with sticky saliva flowing from his open mouth, and bursts of steam coming out of it.

Its body expanded and proliferated rapidly, and a huge bulge protruded from its back.

The skinny body of the kobold greedily absorbed every bit of energy in the blood, and became visibly stronger.

Its body length increased from less than one meter to nearly two meters.

A strange power overflowed from the depths of his blood.

There was a "squeak" sound like tearing leather, and the huge bulge stretched the skin abruptly.

A pair of brand new, mucus-covered wings appeared behind the kobold!

"Roar——"

The kobold leader spread his wings awkwardly.

His voice was no longer a dog's bark, but more like a dragon's roar.

"How is it possible!"

"This is..."

"It's Urd, Tiamat, that's Urd!"

"A day-old Urd!"

Some of the older and more knowledgeable kobolds in the tribe exclaimed.

A small number of kobolds are born with leather wings and can fly. They are called Urds.

Erd's wings were regarded as a gift from the Dragon Queen Tiamat, and the narrow-minded wingless kobolds were jealous of them, so the two could not get along well.

But at this moment, the dragon wings of the kobolds were born after birth, which made the kobolds not only jealous, but also endlessly eager.

They can also become Erd!

Cassius looked at the kobolds with wings, his eyes narrowed slightly - as a warlock, he also noticed a trace of change in the magic network.

Sure enough, he carefully observed the information on the dependent panel.

[Your dependent [Kobold Leader] is affected by the blood gift and has an unpredictable mutation. ]

The manifestation of magic talent is mostly pure luck.

Some warlocks can't even tell the origin of their power, while some warlocks can accurately recall a strange opportunity in their lives:

The touch of the witch, the mysterious magic spring they drank, and the blessing of the celestial creatures to the newborns may all ignite the flame of magic talent.

In addition, exposure to the elemental forces of the inner planes or the violent chaotic magic of the Chaos Sea, or glimpsing the inner workings of reality itself, can also be opportunities to gain magical power.

And drinking the gifted blood is undoubtedly a major "opportunity".

[Your follower [Kobold Leader] awakens the overflowing dragon magic in the blood of his ancestors due to the blood gift. ]

[[Kobold Leader] starts the profession [Dragon Vein Warlock-Red Dragon]. His innate magic comes from the magic of the dragon race, and its essence is mixed with blood and blood inherited from ancestors. ]

It was originally just a casual experiment, but it added another spellcaster to the Burning Nest. Cassius was quite surprised.

"Kobold Dragon Vein Warlock, it's interesting."

Cassius looked at the golden tooth who was undergoing a transformation.

This winged kobold, or Erd, was panting, and hot air kept gushing out from the gaps between his scales.

It was not until several breaths passed that he managed to calm the violent elemental energy in his body.

"Hu, hu, hu"

The transformed dog-headed man shook his body slightly unaccustomed, feeling the unfamiliar powerful force in his body and the spell that suddenly emerged in his mind.

Jinya looked up at the red dragon, his eyes became extremely fanatical, and even a few drops of sincere tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The humiliation of being enslaved by humans, the fear of being chased by monsters, and the exhaustion of running around for more than ten years all disappeared at this moment.

At this moment, he really regarded the red dragon as a living demigod.

However, the red dragon did not care about the loyalty of the dog-headed man, or "fanaticism", he cared more about what kind of spell this dog-headed man had awakened.

"Cast your spell."

Cassius said with interest.

Unlike the professional system on the player panel, the native warlocks in this world cannot choose their own spells. It is the power of magic that chooses them and enables warlocks to master innate spells.

Therefore, most warlocks are only proficient in one or two spells and use them to the point of being able to do it with ease.

"Yes... great master."

Jin Ya did not hesitate to operate the unknown power in his body according to the inheritance in his mind.

He slowly raised his arms, put his thumbs together, and opened the other claws, guiding the magic net to slightly gather the surrounding fire element energy.

"Boom!"

A cone of flame several feet long suddenly spurted out from the palm.

"Burning Hand, a good first-ring spell, very consistent with the characteristics of a red dragon warlock."

Kasius commented secretly.

It's a bit watery, I will continue to push the main line later, and the player will descend in about a hundred chapters.