At the edge of the treetop fortress, the husky was still growling as his body continued to change. However, after confirming that the True Blood of the Dragon was not dangerous, Lord Black Dragon turned his gaze elsewhere and looked at the Gnoll leader.
Hogg walked over.
Just like before, Demilich Ryan used his skeletal arm to hold the silver spoon and scooped up the True Blood of the Dragon. When the Gnoll bent over and opened his mouth, Hogg took the silver spoon and did it himself.
The general manager of Blackwing's Nest was always extremely vigilant against these outsiders. Furthermore, he was unwilling to bend his back in front of these lowly newcomers. Therefore, he snatched the large silver spoon and poured it into his mouth without caring about anything else.
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Caesar's guess was wrong. In fact, the effects of the Dragon Bloodline on non-dragon creatures were far greater than those of dragon descendants, especially those creatures that were far inferior to true dragons.
As soon as the blood entered his mouth, Hogg's entire body trembled. Under the attack of elemental magic and vitality, he soon began to cough continuously and painfully.
This big fellow to the Gnoll arched his back and spread his hind legs backward. His claws were pressed against the ground like an ordinary wolf, his front claws digging into the mud.
Hogg let out a low growl. Intense pain surged through him, penetrating deep into his bones and almost evaporating him. The True Blood of the Dragon rolled in his stomach, and the irritated sound constantly invaded the Gnoll's brain.
This was Silvia's powerful will. Even if the Mother of Poison was dead, it was not something that a lowly species like the Gnoll could casually covet.
The trembling did not stop, and it only became more and more intense.
Hogg's skin cracked, like yellow earth that had been exposed to the sun for a long time. Deep grooves appeared, and bright red blood spurted out from the cracks, quickly dyeing the Gnoll's grayish-brown body red.
Something was sucking at his muscles and organs. The originally gifted Gnoll leader was rapidly weakening.
In this regard, the surrounding monsters were indifferent and remained silent. The Demilich was silent, and even Lord Black Dragon only watched calmly. Caesar could observe Hogg's state of life, but he did not know what was happening in the depths of Hogg's body.
Hogg let out one dry howl after another. This kind of pain was indescribable. The True Blood of the Dragon showed no mercy, as if it was sucking his life force dry, causing him to degenerate to the same level as an ordinary Gnoll, or even weaker.
In the distance, the Jackalan clansmen who were on patrol duty saw this scene and immediately let out excited gasps and low growls. Don't think that in the Jackalan clan, there would be meaningless emotions such as sympathy and worry. Once the old leader's strength was insufficient, he would definitely be eliminated. These greedy and cruel guys would immediately tear him apart and devour him, killing his own kind.
They had been suppressed by Hogg for too long, nearly twenty years.
This time was quite long for the Gnolls, who only had a lifespan of thirty-five years. Hogg's clan had all died, but this old leader was still full of energy and incomparably powerful. While the Gnolls could only obey him, they also maliciously cursed Hogg's death, hoping to replace him as the leader.
But at this time, this guy survived. Although his image was extremely miserable, he was reborn.
His pale, red, and swollen eyes glowed. Hogg's body was like a deflated balloon that was filled with air again. It began to swell and stretch. While returning to its original state, it began to expand further.
Behind him, the mottled gray mane on his back that had gradually softened gradually turned black again. It was full of vitality and stood upright like hard steel needles.
Hogg's sharp teeth protruded out of his mouth. The thin and short claws that originally belonged to the Gnolls gradually grew into slender shapes. The tips were still sharp, but with a bit of dragon-like color.
Airadia's first Dragon Bloodline Gnoll was born.
It should be known that ordinary true dragons would never give the Dragon Bloodline to the lowly and dirty Gnolls.
Although it seemed that Hogg had only become a little bigger than before, the actual internal changes were immeasurable. This Gnoll leader was no longer a pure Gnoll. The true blood of the dragon flowed in his body. Not only did his strength soar, but he also gained a long lifespan that was close to that of a true dragon. He was completely transformed into a long-lived species.
It was a pity that the Dragon Bloodline bestowed by bestowment could not be passed on to the next generation. To create a new group of Gnolls with the Dragon Bloodline spontaneously, a true dragon without any racial segregation would have to step in personally.
Scan analysis result: carbon-based life.
Comprehensive combat ability assessment: 240 ~ 270.
Hogg was originally a talented and abnormally powerful Gnoll. This time, he ushered in a new round of breakthrough growth.
Unfortunately, due to racial factors, as a lower level creature, no matter how powerful the Gnolls were, they could not be compared to species like the Flying Dragon and the Canine Demon Descendant. Therefore, even if Hogg suffered great pain and underwent exaggerated changes, his combat ability was still not as good as that of the Black Dragon Lord's Husky.
In fact, this was normal. The Flying Dragon leader had always been shrouded in the shadow of the Dragon King and did not have much of a presence. However, in terms of combat ability, he could be ranked in the top three of the Blackwing Clan. Now that he had been bestowed with the Dragon Bloodline, even the Corpse Dragon Angramo was no match for Husky in a one-on-one fight.
Next, Gall and Olkhash of the Stone Crow clan.
As the most loyal clan to the Black Dragon Lord, the Orcs received preferential treatment and special permission. Two warriors from the clan were selected to be bestowed with the Dragon Bloodline.
To be honest, Caesar was still hesitant about whether the Orcs should participate in the Dragon Blood Baptism. He went through a short period of consideration.
The hesitation seemed unnecessary, but the Black Dragon Lord had his own considerations.
After absorbing a large amount of knowledge, Caesar understood that the Ancient Orcs of the previous era were very powerful. At that time, the Orc Empire could continuously produce Shamans, Wizards, and even other Legends. They could fight against demons, demons, and dragons like the Empire where the sun never sets in the south.
However, at the end of the second era, the Ancient Orcs suffered from a terrifying Blood Curse. Not only did their hair fall off and their skin turn from brown to green, but what was more terrifying was the shackles on their bodies. The upper limit of their talent seemed to be blocked by a shackle, and they were reduced to the miserable state of being in the same league as the Gnolls and Kobolds.
Since then, the Green Orcs could no longer produce powerful Shamans. It was extremely difficult for them to even step on the path of Wizards. It was even more wishful thinking to enter the Legendary Realm.
Caesar had such a vision. If he could find a way to let the Orcs revert to their ancestors and turn them into existences like the Ancient Orcs, the strength provided by the Dragon Bloodline of an old Green Dragon might not even be as strong as the Ancient Orcs themselves.
However, after thinking for a while, Caesar immediately gave up on this idea.
In Airadia, countless remnants of the Ancient Orc Empire were full of yearning to regain their former glory. They were looking for a way to escape from the hardships. There were also many powerful existences who wanted to increase the potential of the Orcs and increase the strength of their followers.
However, until now, more than 1600 years had passed since the end of the second era. Until now, there had been no news of an especially powerful Orc appearing anywhere.
Countless pioneers had proven that this path was not feasible.
Even if it was feasible, it would probably be something that only the gods could interfere in. It was not something that Caesar could consider at the moment.
Hence, in the end, the two Orc Warriors were still recruited by Caesar to receive the Dragon Bloodline of the Mother of Poison.
Oh, it would be best not to mention the Mother of Poison.
The Orcs' brains had reached a certain level. It could be seen from Gall's reluctance to use Alex Thirst that they were unwilling to accept anything from their enemies. If it were not for Lord Black Dragon's strict orders, these fellows would not have come to this place at all.
Even if they had come reluctantly, the two Orcs' expressions were not good. Their faces were gloomy, and there was a dark red color in their green skin.