Chapter 41 Bloodline Gift (IV)
"Doro."

Cassius read out the next name.

As the military leader of the Burning Embers Lair and the designer of the defensive facilities such as ditches, fences, gates, protection towers, pits, etc. 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 has not declined too much - after all, this creature's love for power is even greater than its enthusiasm for war.

Dolo climbed up the boulder and waited on one knee.

Blood gushed into his mouth.

searing.

This is the only feeling the hobgoblin has.

The blood entered his throat, churning in his body like boiling magma, burning every inch of his body. He finally felt Trump's pain.

But he still remained kneeling on one knee, trembling all over, and clenched his teeth so tightly that they were almost breaking.

"I'm not going to die here."

"I'm going to climb higher—at least higher than that stupid ogre."

This was the only thought in the hobgoblin's mind at the moment.

The hobgoblin's originally red skin was made translucent by the burning elemental energy, and it emitted a faint red glow.

His body moved rhythmically.

Every heartbeat and every breath pumps dragon blood throughout the body; one can even see his pulsating blood vessels through his already somewhat transparent body.

"Perhaps the effect on non-dragon vein creatures is more obvious."

Cassius calmly watched the changes in the hobgoblin and concluded to himself.

"what--"

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

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

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

His 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.

"huh, huh"

He opened his mouth slightly, and puffs of white smoke came out.

The already long yellow teeth were as sharp as dragon teeth.

His scales even spread to his face, frills appeared on his ears, blending into the scales on his cheeks, and two slightly raised horns grew on the top of his forehead.

The draconic hobgoblin was born.

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

However, as a creature more inclined to legionary combat, he did not awaken the fire breath, but only had the ability to perform the "Fire Arrow" trick. At the same time, he had a set of thick scale armor to protect his body, which made him more resistant to the heat.

The earth elves, who originally had a lifespan similar to that of humans and often did not live to see a natural death due to their love of war, have now become an "immortal species" with a lifespan of about 300 years - although this is still short in the eyes of a dragon.

[Dragon Vein Earth Elf Commander]

Challenge Rating: 7 (2900 XP)

“Thank you for your generosity.”

"I can't wait - to taste the enemy's blood on the battlefield."

Doro gasped.

His already red face flushed with excitement.

The earth goblin leader felt an unprecedented power filling his body. As a creature born with a love of war, he had an urge to vent all this power on the battlefield.

"good."

Cassius said.

It is rare for Dolo to have these improvements without the support of magic.

"Smaug."

Cassius called out the next name, and the largest wyvern in the group became excited when he heard the call.

It drooled as it excitedly jumped onto the boulder, leaning on the wing bones of its front limbs and even rhythmically shaking its thick tail with poisonous barbs.

This is certainly not a native name of this world, but just a little bit of Cassius's bad taste.

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

When Cassius saw the wyvern landing on its front legs, he thought of the famous Smaug in the movie of his previous life, and on a whim he gave him this name.

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

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

The blood melted into the mouth.

The wyvern supported the ground with its front wings and let out low roars.

Even though there was dragon blood in its body, that blood had been diluted over countless generations and had become extremely sparse, and could not be compared with the blood bestowed by the red dragon.

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

With the blood churning in its body, the wyvern rolled directly onto the boulder.

It let out a series of shrill hissing sounds.

The sound was loud and sharp, like the friction and scraping of metal fragments, making the surrounding monsters feel miserable.

The flying 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 wrinkled skin that was originally covered with mucus, and the fleshy protrusions gradually turned into keratin spikes. The mouth that originally could only spray out foul-smelling mucus could now spit out burning flames.

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

But it still looks thin, with its front legs on the ground.

【Return to the Wyvern】

Challenge Rating: 8 (3900 XP)

"That's right. At least we won't be beaten to a pulp by the North Wind Eagle Guards."

Cassius commented expressionlessly.

The wyvern spewed a stream of fire into the sky before jumping off the boulder and proudly raised its head to its companions. One could only say that it was worthy of being called a beast.

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

Only a thin layer remains.

The blood flows slowly.

Exudes an enticing fishy smell.

According to the previous standards, it should be possible to perform another grace.

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

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

Although the transformation is painful, how can this little pain be compared to the extremely powerful force?

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

Do they also have a chance to get a piece of the pie?

The valley was still silent, but the breathing became heavier and the pounding heartbeat became more obvious, like heavy drumbeats.

Beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down the bear goblin's forehead, running down its fur to the corners of its eyes, but they still didn't blink, staring at the pool of blood.

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

The flying dragon stretched out its neck and opened its mouth slightly, with mucus dripping down from both sides. Its ferocious head was full of desire.

Who will be the lucky one?
They are all looking forward to it.

(End of this chapter)