A month later, the baptism of the half-lich Wren was ready.

In fact, if the dragon vein is gifted and endowed by a living dragon, there is no need to toss or twist and turn at all, as long as the true blood is extracted subjectively and infused into the gifted.

However, that would cause the true dragons to lose their strength and energy, so most of them would not give to others at will, and the misers like the five-colored dragons would never consider doing so.

It is true that dragons' blood is rich in elemental magic, but not every drop of their blood is true blood, it is hidden inside the dragon's heart and basal blood vessels, from the slow accumulation of dragons in their protracted growth.

In a sense, it can also be regarded as the source of the power of the true dragon.

Since the Green Dragons are dead and cannot actively extract and infuse, Wren must first refine them.

In the isolated area around the canopy fortress, the Diggers dug a large pit and paved it with steel that the goblins hastily built to serve as a pool of blood.

There were creatures all around, but there was silence except for the crackling of bonfires.

Wren had shed the pitch-black robe, revealing the grotesque body of a half-human, half-undead, and it was ready to begin his first job after the arrival of the true dragon's corpse.

Orc leader Garr, gnolll leader Hogg, dragon leader Erha, and dog demon leader and manticore lion leader have all arrived, and as the leaders of the main battle clan, they are all lucky enough to receive the blessings of the Black Dragon Lord.

The dragon vein of an elderly green dragon can increase the strength of these guys by a large margin.

In addition, two large adult Mamun lizards were brought here, and even when appeased by the boar people, they let out an uneasy muffled roar from time to time.

Caesar perched high on the edge of the canopy fortress, silently observing the scene.

Speaking of which, this guy had a whim before, and wanted to give himself such a one, to obtain the dragon vein of the green dragon, and I don't know if it is possible to obtain some spell casting ability.

However, after thinking about it for a while, Caesar still gave up this plan, whether he could obtain the ability to cast spells is another matter, just talking about the dragon vein of the old green dragon, the level is a little unsatisfactory for him.

If there is a chance, Caesar can hunt more powerful true dragons, ancient dragons, ancient dragons, ancient dragons and even ancestral true dragons, if you think broadly, even if you are the queen of the dragon god in the future, it is not completely without opportunities.

If he really wanted to use this method to try to obtain spellcasting ability, Caesar would of course also choose a better dragon vein.

The gate of the canopy fortress opened, the cold air surged, and the orc warriors pulled the pitch-black iron locks thicker than the human waist, dragging out the frozen and dusty green dragon corpse, and the huge ice sculpture was full of visual impact, leaving a water stain everywhere it passed.

After four years, the old green dragon finally came in handy.

Pulling the dragon corpse to its intended position, the orc warriors took a breath and lowered the chains on their shoulders in unison, making a dull metal crash sound when the heavy black iron fell to the ground, kicking off the prelude to refining the dragon's blood.

The warriors of the Stone Crow Clan spread out among themselves and joined the ranks of other clans to carry out guard missions on the periphery.

The fire was raging, and the heat continued to convey, and the ice sculpture that had been exposed to the heat melted at an increasing rate, while at the same time, the half-lich stretched out its skeletal right arm.

The elements converged and roared, and under the gaze of all kinds of monsters, the originally congealed wound on the waist and abdomen of the green dragon gushed blood again, pouring down, passing through the trench under the dragon corpse, and pouring into the deep pit that the digging worm had already prepared.

At the same time, the half-lich grabbed a small handful of magical dust from the side of it with its human arm, kneaded it, and then sprinkled it in, which was something it mentioned before that needed to be prepared, which could condense the elemental power in the dragon's blood, which would help it refine it later.

This process was not complicated, but due to the large number of feet, it lasted for nearly half a day before the blood of the green dragon, which was twenty meters long, was completely pulled out.

And after that, it's the main thing.

After adding some auxiliary materials, the half-lich began to retrace the blood that was introduced into the blood pool, extracting the true blood that could really be used for the dragon vein, and under the influence of its own elemental magic characteristics, the yin wind howled and the ghost whimpered for a while, and the scene was slightly terrifying.

During this time, the half-lich twice drew mana from the outside, using necromantic spells to drain the lives of the two horselizards, turning the two huge meat animals into useless flesh and bones.

After a long time, the entire extraction stage was completed, and during this time, countless pairs of eyes were constantly staring at the half-lich, for fear that this guy would make some unusual moves, snatch the precious true blood and escape.

Caesar had no worries about this, and he was always reassured, he knew that the half-lich would not escape, and Wren was very clever and should not have impossible extravagant hopes.

The reason why the Black Dragon Lord is staring here is purely to see how this ritual is operated and implemented.

Now, it seems quite simple - this is pure layman's theory.

At this time, the original bright blood in the dragon blood pool had now turned into ordinary dragon beast blood with a dull and no elemental magic in the turbidity.

The half-lich, which had been standing still, finally moved and stepped to the side, its figure slightly rickety and staggering, as if it had consumed a lot.

Wren came to a container made of sterling silver, stretched out his left hand, and turned his palm outward, and the true blood full of powerful power surged, and it was instantly poured in.

"It worked, as you wished, Your Majesty."

After this step, the half-lich, which had been silent, finally spoke, raised its head, bowed to the black dragon lord who was watching from above, and said, "You are in charge of everything that follows, and I don't know who has the qualifications to receive your gift." ”

"Erha." The Black Dragon Lord opened his mouth to ask people, the first one is the Wyvern Leader, for the Dragonborn, the benefits of the dragon vein to them are far greater than other creatures.

It wasn't that Caesar favored these loyal-loyal dragonborns first, but that considering the possible dangers of this baptism, he needed a leader to be the first to go and test his safety.

"Thank you for your grace, master."

Erha's fangs were dripping with saliva, and he pressed his wings on the ground with his wing joints, and rushed over, the first to accept this gift, and swallowed the true blood scooped up by the silver spoon into his belly.

Immediately afterward, the three-meter-and-a-half-meter-long flying dragon leader let out a suppressed roar, and small packets poured out of the scaly skin, bulging and then quickly disappearing, as if flowing in its body.

In the sharp hiss of the bipedal wyvern, its body began to expand rapidly, and the super giant grew, from the original three meters and five meters to four meters, five meters... It wasn't until the end that the guy skyrocketed to more than eight meters before finally stopping.

In the verification device in Caesar's pupil, the ability value of the flying dragon collar also jumped from the original 190 to 301 in an instant.

That's a huge increase.

"Hogg." The Black Dragon High Lord nodded the second name.