Chapter 41 Bloodline Gift (4)
"Doro."
Cassius read the next name.
As the military leader of the Burning Nest, the Hobgoblin is also the designer of ditches, fences, gates, protective towers, pits and other defensive facilities in the Rock Fortress. Doro really needs to increase his strength as a guarantee.
The hobgoblin commander breathed a sigh of relief.
This at least proves that his status in the Ember Nest has not declined too much - after all, this creature's love for power is even greater than its fanaticism for war.
Doro climbed up the boulder and knelt down on one knee to wait.
Blood poured into his mouth.
searing.
This is the only thing a hobgoblin feels.
The blood entered his throat, like hot lava, churning in his body, burning every inch of his body. He finally felt Trump's pain.
But he still knelt down on one knee and trembled all over, clenching his teeth until he was about to break them.
"I won't die here."
"I want to climb higher - at least higher than that stupid ogre."
This was the only thought that the hobgoblin had at the moment.
The hobgoblin's originally red skin was made translucent by the scorching elemental energy, giving off a faint red light.
His body was moving rhythmically.
Every heartbeat and every breath pumps the dragon's blood throughout his body, and his pulsating blood vessels can even be seen 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 secretly.
"Ah——"
Finally, the hobgoblin couldn't stand the burning heat all over his body and couldn't help but scream.
His body began to expand dramatically, and scaly bumps appeared under his skin.
As the roar became more and more heartbreaking, the hobgoblin grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His height grew from about 1.8 meters to 2.5 meters, and his scarlet scales burst through his fragile skin, exposing him to the air with white smoke.
"Hoo, hoo"
He grinned slightly and blew out bursts of white smoke.
The long and pointed yellow teeth are as sharp as dragon teeth.
His scales even spread to his face, with frills appearing on his ears and blending into the scales on his cheeks, and two slightly raised horns sprouted from the top of his forehead.
The Dragon Veined 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.
It's just that as a creature that is more inclined to fight with the legion, he has not awakened the breath of fire. He only has the ability to cast the magic "Fire Arrow". At the same time, he has a thick scale armor to protect his body and has higher resistance to heat.
The hobgoblins, who originally had a lifespan similar to that of humans, and often did not live to die naturally due to their love of war, have now become "immortal species" with a lifespan of about three hundred years - although this is still short-lived in the eyes of the dragon.
【Dragon-veined Hobgoblin Commander】
Challenge Level: 7 (2900xp)
"Thank you for your generous gift."
"I can't wait to go to the battlefield and taste the enemy's blood."
Doro gasped.
His already red face flushed with excitement.
The hobgoblin commander felt that his body was filled with unprecedented power. As a creature born with a love for war, he had the urge to vent all this power on the battlefield.
"Not bad."
Cassius said.
Without the support of spells, it would be very rare for Doro to achieve these improvements.
"Shimaoge."
Cassius read the next name. The largest wyvern in the group heard the call and became excited.
It was drooling with sticky saliva, jumped up onto the boulder excitedly, leaned on the stone surface with the wing bones of its forelimbs, and even swung its thick tail with poisonous barbs rhythmically.
This is of course not a name native to this world, just a little bit of Cassius's bad taste.
After he "killed the chicken to scare the monkey", he randomly assigned the largest of the remaining flying dragons to take over as the new leader of the flying dragon group.
As a creature with low intelligence, flying dragons often have no names.
When Cassius saw the wyvern landing on its forelimbs, he thought of the famous Smaug in the movie of his previous life, and gave him this name on a whim.
The flying dragon called "Shimaoge" screamed excitedly, and the mucus dripping from its mouth dripped on the stone surface.
These beasts have the blood of dragons and griffins, and covet the blood of true dragons.
The blood melts into the mouth.
The front wings of the bipedal dragon supported the ground and let out a low roar.
Although there is dragon blood in its body, the blood has become extremely sparse after countless generations of dilution, and cannot be compared with the gifted blood of the red dragon.
Therefore, when the blood filled with violent elements poured into the body, the beast was still in pain.
As the blood surged in its body, the flying dragon rolled directly on the boulder.
It made a shrill neighing sound.
The sound was noisy and sharp, like metal fragments rubbing against each other, making the monsters watching feel miserable.
Fei Long's body is also expanding visibly to the naked eye.
From more than five meters long to more than six meters long, and until it grows to more than seven meters long, the expansion tends to stagnate.
Hard scarlet scales grew on the wrinkled skin that was originally covered in mucus, and those fleshy protrusions gradually turned into horny spikes. The mouth that could only spit out foul-smelling mucus could also spit out scorching flames.
The flying dragon seemed to be a little closer to the real dragon.
It's just that it's still thin and has its forelimbs on the ground.
【Atavistic Bipedal Flying Dragon】
Challenge Level: 8 (3900xp)
"Yes, at least I won't be beaten to a pulp by the Northern Wind Eagle Guard."
Cassius commented expressionlessly.
The wyvern breathed out a mouthful of fire into the sky before jumping off the boulder and proudly raising its head to his companions. It could only be said that he was worthy of being called a beast.
At this time, there was not much dragon blood in the shallow pit.
Only a thin layer remains.
The blood flows slowly.
It exudes an alluring fishy smell.
According to the previous standards, it should be possible to perform another gift.
At this moment, thousands of eyes in the valley were staring at the remaining blood. They were panting heavily and their eyes were so wild that they were about to burst into flames.
After several transformations, this blood has become an out-and-out symbol of strength in their eyes.
Although transformation is painful, how can this pain be worth the incomparable power?
And now, several of the undisputed ones with the highest status in the Ember Nest have finished enjoying it.
Do they also have a chance to get a share of the pie?
There was still silence in the valley, but the breathing became heavier and the pounding heartbeat became more obvious, like a heavy drum beat.
A large amount of sweat dripped from the Bugbear's forehead and flowed down the fur to the corners of his eyes, but they still did not blink and held on to the pool of blood.
The lizard man stood motionless in the dark corner, observing secretly, staring at the blood like a dead thing.
The flying dragon stretched its neck and opened its mouth slightly, mucus dripping from both sides. The ferocious head was full of desire.
Who will be the lucky one?
They are all looking forward to it.
(End of chapter)