On the forbidden side of the edge of the canopy fortress, Erha was still roaring, and his body continued to change, but after making sure that the dragon's true blood was not in danger, the black dragon lord had turned his gaze away and looked at the gnoll leader.

Hogg walked up.

As before, the half-lich Wren grabbed the silver spoon with his skeletal arm, scooped up the dragon's true blood, and waited for the gnoll to bend and open his mouth, but Hogg took the initiative to take the silver spoon and do it himself.

The Grand Master of the Blackwing Nest was always wary of these outsiders, and he didn't want to bend down in front of the newcomers of low status, so he snatched the large silver spoon and poured it into his mouth.

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Caesar guessed wrong, in fact, giving dragon veins would cause far more changes to ordinary non-dragonborn creatures than dragonborn species, especially those creatures that are far from true dragons.

At the slightest sign of his mouth, Hogg shuddered all over, and he soon began to cough continuously and painfully under the repeated attacks of elemental magic and life activation.

The big creature for a gnoll hunched over, spread its hind legs back, and pressed its claws against the ground like a normal wolf on all fours, with its front paws in the dirt.

Hogg let out a low roar, a sharp pain rushing deep into his bone marrow, almost vaporizing him, the dragon's true blood tumbling in his bowels, and the chaotic sound and image continued to invade the gnolly's brain.

That was a powerful will that belonged to Sylvia, and even if the Mother of Poison was dead, it was not something that a subordinate species like the Gnoll could covet at will.

The trembling never stopped, and it became more and more violent.

Hogg's skin cracked, like the yellow earth of the sun, deep furrows appeared, and bright red blood splattered through the cracks, quickly staining the gnoll's gray-brown body red.

Something was sucking on his muscles and internal organs, and the once gifted leader of the gnolls was rapidly weakening.

In this regard, all the monsters around were indifferent and silent, the half-lich was silent, and even the Black Dragon Lord 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 a dry howl of indescribable pain, and the true dragon's blood showed no mercy, as if it had drained him of life, reducing him to the level of a normal gnoll, or even weaker.

In the distance, the gnolls who were on patrol saw this scene, and immediately let out excited gasps and roars, don't think that in the gnolls clan, there will be sympathy, worry and these useless emotions, once the old leader is not strong enough, he will be eliminated, these greedy and cruel guys will immediately tear him down, tear him apart and devour, cannibalism.

They had been suppressed by Hogg for too long, nearly twenty years.

This time is quite a long time for the gnolls who have only a lifespan of thirty-five years, and Hogg's race has died one round and another generation, but this old leader is still full of energy and extremely powerful, causing the gnolls to curse Hogg's death with malice while only obeying, hoping to take the position of leader.

At this time, this guy survived, although his image was extremely miserable, but he was reborn.

The pale and swollen eyes glowed, and Hogg's body was like a deflated balloon refilled, beginning to bulge and stretch, and at the same time returning to its original physical state, it began to expand further.

Behind him, the mottled gray mane on his back, which had gradually softened, had once again turned into pitch black, and it was full of vitality, and the roots stood upside down like a hard steel needle.

Hogg's sharp teeth protruded from his mouth, and the thin, short claws that originally belonged to the jackals gradually grew into a slender shape, the tips were still sharp, but with a few dragon colors.

Eladia's first dragon-veined gnoll was born.

You must know that ordinary true dragons will never give dragon veins to lowly and dirty gnolls.

Although it seems that Hogg has only become a little bigger than before, the actual internal changes are incalculable, this gnoll leader is no longer a pure gnoll, and the true blood of the dragon flows in his body, not only has his strength skyrocketed, but he has also gained a long life almost like a real dragon, and has been completely transformed into an immortal species.

It's a pity that the dragon veins given in the way of giving cannot be passed on to the next generation, and new dragon vein gnolls are spontaneously reproduced, and if you want to completely create a new race, you have to have a true dragon without any racial segregation to play in person.

Scan analysis results: carbon-based life.

Comprehensive combat capability verification: 240~270.

Hogg was originally an amazingly talented and incredibly powerful gnoll, and this time it ushered in a new round of breakthrough growth.

It's a pity that due to racial factors, no matter how powerful the jackal race as a subordinate creature is, it can't be compared with species like the Wyvern and the Dog Demon Descendant, so even if they suffer great pain and exaggerated changes, Hogg's combat ability is still inferior to the Black Dragon Lord's guard leader Erha.

In fact, this is also normal, the leader of the flying dragon has always had no sense of existence because he has always been shrouded in the shadow of the dragon king, but when it comes to combat ability, he can be ranked in the top three in the Black Wing Clan, and now he is endowed with a dragon vein, even if it is the corpse dragon Angramo, he is not Erha's opponent when he fights alone.

Next, Garr and Olkash of the Stone Crow Clan.

As the most loyal clan to the Black Dragon Lord, the Orcs were given preferential treatment and privileges, and two warriors within the clan were selected to be given dragon veins.

To be honest, Caesar had hesitated to participate in the baptism of dragon blood before, and considered it for a short time.

The hesitation seemed unnecessary, but the Black Dragon Lord had his own considerations.

After absorbing a lot of knowledge, Caesar learned that the ancient orcs of the last era were very powerful, and at that time, the orc empire continued to produce shamans, wizards, and other legends, and they could fight against demons, demons, and dragons with ease, just like the empire in the south.

But in the final chapter of the Second Age, the ancient orcs encountered a terrifying bloodborne curse, not only showing the external manifestations of hair thinning and falling out, and skin turning from brown to green, but also the shackles inside the body, the upper limit of their talents seemed to be stuck by a shackle, and they fell to the tragic point of being in the company of the scum such as jackals and kobolds.

Since then, there are no more powerful shamans among the greenskinned orcs, and it is extremely difficult to step on the path of wizards step by step, and it is even more delusional to step into the realm of legends.

Caesar had such a vision, if he could find a way to make the orcs return to their ancestors and make them become an existence like the ancient orcs, the dragon vein of an elderly green dragon would provide an upper limit of strength, and I am afraid that it would not be as strong as the ancient orcs themselves.

But after thinking about it for a while, Caesar immediately gave up this plan.

In Eladia, countless remnants of the Ancient Orc Empire are yearning to restore their former glory and find a way to get rid of the ups and downs, and there are also many powerful beings who want to increase the potential of the orcs and increase the power of their dependents.

But now, more than 1,600 years have passed since the end of the Second Age, and I have not heard of any particularly strong orcs anywhere.

Countless pioneers have proved that this road is not going to work.

Even if it can be done, it is estimated that it will have to be an event that can only be interfered with at the level of the gods, and it is not something that Caesar can consider now.

So in the end, the two orc warriors were recruited by Caesar to receive the dragon vein of the Mother of Poison.

Oh, and it's better not to mention the Mother of Poison.

The heads of the orcs have reached a state of being, as can be seen from Gal being reluctant to use Asaacus Desire, they are unwilling to accept anything from their enemies, and if it weren't for the strict requirements of the Black Dragon Lord, these guys would not have come to this place at all.

Even if they came reluctantly, the faces of the two orcs were very bad, and they kept their faces calm, and there was a dark red in their green skin.

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