Warwick's body seemed to have been forged in a furnace repeatedly, stripped of its dross and retained its essence, and his body became slender, even shriveled, and looked like a sense of weakness in the last years.

But in fact, every inch of flesh and blood in his body was filled with surging vitality.

The chapped muscles healed at a visible rate, the body swelled rapidly, and gray-black manes grew back out of the pores, hard as steel needles, and the muscles were high and bulging enough to ignore the slashing of mortal soldiers.

This jackal, which was originally thirteen meters tall, was stimulated by the power of the dragon king's bloodline, and its body further expanded and developed, breaking through the growth limit, fifteen meters, sixteen meters, and eighteen meters before it could be stopped.

The three wriggling tentacles on his right arm were covered in fine red dragon scales, and when you look closely, they are a miniature version of the dragon king's scales.

He has sharp bone spurs on the joints of his body, his skull is slightly flattened, his cheeks pull out a few folds, and his body has evolved a spitting weapon unique to a true dragon, with a distinct red dragon color.

Not only that, but this guy also inherited 20% of the Dragon King's all-attribute resistance strength, as well as some spell casting abilities, and from then on, the combination of dragon veins and divinity can be described as strong and perverted.

This dragon-veined gnoll, the most powerful dragon vein in the history of the Elbaf Continent, is estimated to be able to easily beat an old dragon, and his strength is almost legendary, and even the eyes of the poisonous and thirsty blood looking at him are full of fear.

At this point, Warwick can no longer be called a gnoll, but a new species created by the evil god and the dragon king.

It's just a pity that this "artifact" can't give birth to offspring normally, and if you want to give birth, you have to rely on magic, and the success rate is extremely low.

Feeling the almost skyrocketing strength, Warwick's heart was stirred, he knew that all this was given by His Majesty, and it was that bottle of dragon blood that made his body make a qualitative leap.

"Thank you......"

As soon as he spoke, a cone-shaped flame erupted from his throat, scorching the air.

He still doesn't know how to control the newly generated spit weapon, and he still needs to familiarize himself with this body as soon as possible in order to exert his maximum combat power.

"Thank you, master!"

Ize nodded faintly, and he was very satisfied with the changes in Warwick.

Most of the five-colored dragons are selfish and greedy, and they never care about the dependents they subdue, and when it comes to the time of war, they have to drag their dependents out as cannon fodder.

But Izawa is obviously different from other five-colored dragons, he is very attentive to his dependents, and for his henchmen, Ize is not stingy with his own resources to cultivate.

The rest of the Red Dragon Clan looked at the leader of the Wolf Tooth who had been transformed and sublimated, and their eyes were full of envy, hoping that they would also be able to be chosen by the Dragon King, and their strength would soar to the sky.

Warwick stepped aside, and Ezer looked back at the other clan leaders.

Now, it's the next one's turn.

"Minotaur, Kane Bloodhoof, come forward and listen to the seal!"

"Great King!"

With excited steps, Bloodhoof walked over to the Dragon King and knelt down in front of the Dragon King.

As he expected, he was the second.

There's no way, he can't compete for the status of that Warwick guy in His Majesty's mind, that licking dog can not only pat on the back, but also know how to manage, and his strength is strong, and he rushes to the front again and again in battle, snatching a lot of military merits.

He didn't accept anyone in the entire Red Dragon Legion, so he especially obeyed the licking dog.

"I will make you the Grand Duke of Bloodhoof in Tiemin Bay, and I will control one-sixth of the Red Dragon Legion."

When the words fell, the crowd erupted in exclamation again, it was actually the Duke again! Doesn't the title of the Dragon King need money?

If Izawa were to know what was in their hearts, he would definitely say, yes, no money, give it away for nothing.

But some people didn't want it, this cow scratched his head, and his tone was a little wooden.

"Your Majesty, in fact, it doesn't matter if you give me a knighthood or not, as long as I can fight with you, you give me this title that I won't manage, it's better to give me a bottle of dragon blood."

Bloodhoof said and pretended to swallow his saliva, this guy had been eyeing Warwick's reward since just now.

He wants it too.

Sure enough, this sentence successfully made Izawa laugh, and it was the first time he had seen someone who wanted to exchange the duke's position for the dragon's true blood.

What a fearlessness for those who don't know.

The Dragon Empire will definitely rule the entire continent in the future, and the weight of this duke will be quite heavy at that time.

"Tiemin Bay is on the front line of the Empire, it is the gateway to the Empire, do you say there is a war? If you dare to let an enemy enter the customs during the war, you are the only one who asks! ”

"Your Majesty, rest assured, I will lead your army all the way to the royal capital of the Northlands! Incorporate their lands into the territory of the Dragon Empire. Bloodhoof said nonchalantly.

The envoys of the northern kingdoms are pale, these monsters are really presumptuous, and they all threaten to bulldoze their countries, although they are unhappy, but they have no way at all.

"Okay, then I'll wait for your good news."

"That...... Your Majesty, Dragon's Blood ......" Bloody Hoof said as he licked his face.

"Why didn't I notice how your skin had become so thick?"

Kane Bloodhoof grinned, "In the past few years, I learned from Wolf Fang, and he always said that crying children have candy to eat. ”

Ize turned his head to look at Warwick, who immediately looked up at the sky and made a clear gesture of "not me, I didn't, don't talk nonsense".

He took out a bottle of dragon's true blood from the dimensional ring and handed it to Bloodhoof: "Drink it, it's already ready for you." ”

"Thank you for your reward, great master."

Bloodhoof took it in fear, and couldn't wait to throw the crystal bottle into his mouth and swallow it.

Boiling dragon blood quickly flowed through his body, and a low roar was mixed with a faint dragon groan.

This guy doesn't have unspeakably painful experiences like Warwick, everything seems to fall into place, and his body has undergone a super-giant growth that is visible to the naked eye.

The Dragonlord's bloodline had a huge effect, and Bloodhoof's height jumped five or six meters upward, growing a new spitting weapon, and once again came to the same running line as Warwick.

Bloodhoof's fur has become harder and thicker, and its horns have become exaggerated and huge, making it look very visually striking.

Kane Bloodhoof has been following Izawa for nearly thirty years, and is in his fifties this year, and has entered the stage of old age in the social structure of the Minotaur.

Even so, Kane Bloodhoof's combat power is still at its peak, which shows his strength.

But now, this minotaur has taken the bloodline of the dragon king and has been transformed into a dragon vein minotaur, and since then, not only has his attributes skyrocketed, but he has also become a dragon vein vassal, becoming a semi-immortal species, and gaining a long lifespan.

Next, Poison Rage thirsts for blood.