Evolving Silver Dragon - Chapter 97

Chapter 97: 096 No Winner_l

Translator: 549690339

Half an hour had passed since the two Dragonborn monsters were thrown into the Blackstone Arena.

At present, the Gnolls show astounding madness.

Moreover, they are stronger, faster, and have inherited the Rotten Blood ability.

The Orcs possess a powerful self-healing ability and relatively better combat skills.

At the same time, their muscle density has increased, providing amazing defenses.

The two nearly four-meter tall monsters exchanged blows several times, and for now, they were still evenly matched.

At this moment, the Orc knelt on one knee, clutching a thick wooden stick wrapped in iron sheeting.

The source of the wooden stick is, of course, the two cages that once imprisoned them.

Now, the two iron-wrapped hardwood cages have been shattered by the aftermath of the monsters’ battle.

On the sharp and broken part of the iron-wrapped wooden stick used as a weapon by the Orc, there was some green poisonous blood.

The blood seemed to contain a violent corrosive toxicity, and the affected part was emitting white smoke.

Some iron sheets and wood shavings were transformed into sticky liquid dripping to the ground, making a sizzling sound.

Krom gasped for breath, his body covered in sticky bloodstains.

There were some unhealed wounds on his back.

After using it several times, he realized that this powerful self-healing ability wasn’t completely unrestricted.

If he indiscriminately used this seemingly convenient ability, he might exhaust himself and pass out before even being killed by the Gnoll.

It seemed that the Gnoll didn’t possess this convenient self-healing ability.

Even with a thick layer of fur, the Gnoll’s body showed multiple bruises and terrifying wounds.

Green poisonous blood surged like a fountain around him, a manifestation of Otto’s Rotten Blood ability.

However, this ability not only caused great trouble for Krom but also quickly drained the Gnoll’s energy, acting as a double-edged sword.

Overall, the Gnoll’s physical condition wasn’t much better than the Orc’s.

Both were covered in wounds, nearly exhausted.

“Haha… hahaha…”

Warily eyed by Krom, the Gnoll tilted his head and stood up.

Wounds all over his body brought unbearable pain.

But his bloodshot eyes were wide open, and step by step, he approached Krom with a laugh.

“This pain… is far from enough!”

His upper limb muscles rapidly atrophied, with a large amount of muscle tissue transferred to his lower limbs.

Soon, the Gnoll disappeared from his original position like a fast-moving bullet.

“Bang!”

With a loud noise, the kneeling Orc grunted and was knocked away.

He then left a cracked, human-shaped mark on the black stone wall behind him.

The Gnoll wanted to continue attacking.

But just two steps forward, he suddenly collapsed to his knees.

A thick iron-wrapped wooden stick was stuck in his abdomen.

It turned out that Krom had launched a very effective counterattack the moment he was knocked away.

As the toxic blood continued to corrode, the part of the stick embedded in the Gnoll’s body began to dissolve rapidly.With a “plop,” the exposed flesh fell to the ground.

It was quickly corroded away by the surrounding Rotten Blood, which bubbled like hot springs.

Unlike Krom, the Gnoll didn’t inherit Otto’s extraordinary regenerative abilities, vastly surpassing those of a Troll.

So its current situation was quite dire.

Although the weapon that had caused its severe injury had dissolved in the Rotten Blood, boiling blood still gushed out from the torn flesh.

As the blood contaminated the surrounding ground, it also continuously drained the Gnoll’s dwindling strength.

Even so, the Gnoll struggled to its feet.

Thick saliva and boiling blood dripped from the corners of its mouth.

With a terrifyingly manic grin, the Gnoll raised its sharp claws and approached Krom, who had just torn free from the shattered wall, step by step.

To prepare for the imminent threat, Krom quickly coughed out the clotted blood in his lungs and trachea.

Feeling slightly better, he reached for a sharp, angular stone nearby.

As the Gnoll laughed manically and approached Krom, the latter coldly gripped the sharp stone, waiting for his opponent to draw near.

Finally, they closed in to a dangerous distance.

The Gnoll cruelly licked its blood-streaked mouth before it charged, laughing wildly, towards the seemingly calm Orc.

Krom’s heartbeat accelerated, his legs bent slightly, and his body leaned forward.

The knuckles of the hand gripping the stone turned white, while the angular edges cut through the calloused flesh of his palm.

Finally, the Gnoll’s snarling claws reached Krom’s chest, and the sharp stone in his hand slashed at the Gnoll’s throat.

If the situation continued like this, perhaps within the next second, there would be two more tragic corpses of monsters.

But the reality was…

The next second, the two severely wounded monsters immediately curled up in agony, falling to the ground like boiled shrimp.

Standing by the window, Sofia expressionlessly watched it all, holding two corresponding silver Dragon scales in her hand.

These were precious experimental results and couldn’t be wasted so easily.

The Blood Covenant etched deep into their souls was the most fatal weakness of these two powerful Dragonborn monsters.

The pain even more intense than the transformation ritual rendered them unable to resist.

When they were both helplessly curled on the ground, Mega Fatty opened the gate and threw them into two brand-new cages.

“Such a shame, it’s a draw,” Sofia said indifferently as she stood in front of the cages, “So neither of you will receive a new blessing…”

With a powerless growl of frustration, the Gnoll in the cage showed its displeasure.

Krom sat silently, trying his best to recover his strength as quickly as possible.

The Goblins in the adjacent cage were obviously terrified by the current state of the two monsters.

Like an ostrich, one Goblin lay on the ground, covering its head with both hands, desperately trying to shut out everything around it.

The Lizardman fared much better, though fear was still evident on its face.

Delighted, Moray flew back and forth in front of the cages, laughing, “Ha! It seems our research has succeeded!”

“Hm… Except for this useless, cowardly Goblin…”

Sofia closed her notebook, very satisfied with the results of the experiment.

After carefully placing the Blood Covenant Dragon scales corresponding to the four new Dragonborn monsters into her Treasure Bag, Mega Fatty brought several strong Ogres per her request.

Quickly, the Ogres carried the Dragonborn monsters in cages to the Council

Chamber at the front of Blackstone Castle.

By then, Otto had already been waiting there for some time..