Evolving Silver Dragon Chapter 98 – Chapter 98: 097 The Supreme_l

Chapter 98: 097 The Supreme_l

Translator: 549690339

Otto lay on the Blackstone platform covered with gold and gems, slightly raising his head and looking at the four different Dragonborn monsters in cages before him.

The Lizardman sat obediently in the cage, not attracting much attention from Otto due to his common appearance.

However, after seeing the almost unchanged Goblin, he had similar feelings with Moray.

Wasting his precious scales and dragon blood, he had actually transformed such a thing?

Orc Krom closed his eyes and quickly recovered his energy, and most of his wounds had healed.

The Gnoll stared enviously at the Orc beside him, looking far worse in comparison.

Although the bleeding had stopped, only a few wounds were slowly healing.

As it turned out, he didn't inherit Otto's powerful healing ability, but rather had a conflict with the Rotten Blood ability.

Now gradually recovering his sanity, the Gnoll slowly suppressed the boiling toxicity of his blood, so his injuries began to heal.

However, because he couldn't control the conflicting abilities well, his recovery was much slower than the Orc's.

Soon, the mentally unstable Gnoll turned his attention to Otto.

Ah, what a great and majestic creature!

The Blood Covenant engraved deep in their souls constantly trembled, and the feeling of worship excited the Gnoll immensely, even seeing Otto as his only true god.

“You, supreme, unparalleled!”

The Gnoll endured the pain throughout his body and devoutly knelt before Otto, looking like an eager sycophant.

Although Otto seemed very calm, deep inside, he was quite flattered.

This brown-noser has potential; Lord Otto will remember him!

Thus, Otto asked with slight interest, “What's your name?”

The Gnoll looked at Otto, flattered and surprised, taking a moment to recover.

Then he said hesitantly, “I… I don't have a name…”

Before the Dragonborn Transformation Ritual, he was just an ordinary Gnoll that could be seen everywhere along the roadside. After falling ill, he couldn't even get enough food.

If he hadn't been picked up by Mega Fatty, he might have starved to death a few days later, eventually becoming food for other monsters.

As a lowly, ordinary monster, it was only natural that he didn't have a name of his own.

He was simply referred to as 'Hey' or 'That Gnoll.'

Sofia handed Otto her small notebook in which she'd recorded the experiment process.

Otto controlled the size of his dragon claws, skillfully flipping through the delicate little notebook with his claws as slim as Sofia's arm.

The scene seemed a bit strange, but the Gnoll's eyes grew even more reverent as he looked at Otto.

No wonder he was the great Silver Dragon Lord, casually accomplishing such incomprehensible things.

After reading through the record in the small notebook, Otto roughly understood the situation of these four Dragonborn monsters.

This insane Gnoll reminded him of a game character he had occasionally played in his previous life.

” so…”

Otto stared at the Gnoll and said, “From now on, you'll be called Warwick!” The Gnoll's body shook, and the others around also watched in surprise. The great and noble Silver Dragon Lord had personally given a name to a Gnoll.

“Warwick…”

The Gnoll excitedly lay in the cage, kissing the ground through the bars.Worick respectfully said, “Great master, I am willing to offer everything I have to express my gratitude for your grace!”

This bootlicker really has a promising future!

Otto nodded satisfactorily, and then said to Sofia, “Heal them and send them back to where they came from. I need them to serve as a positive example to others.”

Morey floated over with a smirk, “Not a bad idea. Just throw these guys back to where they came from, and it won't be long before countless monsters will do whatever it takes to obtain this so-called grace!”

“But my grace is not something that anyone can obtain! Only those who perform exceptionally well and make great contributions will be eligible to receive this grace!”

Otto shook his head. If every monster in the Soaring Dragon Legion could obtain a piece of dragon scale, even with his powerful self-healing ability, he would probably become a bald dragon.

But then, Morey asked with a laugh, “Is it the same for this goblin?”

Otto's expression stiffened, and he looked at the almost unchanged goblin.

This was one of the reasons why he hadn't widely promoted this method.

If the transformed individual isn't outstanding, there's a high chance of producing trash like this.

He didn't want to waste his scales and dragon blood, even if he could replenish them through food.

Soon, Otto said, “Forget about him, you guys deal with him!”

Although the goblin in the cage was fearful, he shouted at this crucial moment concerning his life, “No, no! Don't kill me, I… I'm very clever and can help you do many things that other monsters can't!”

Morey asked with interest, “Like what?”

But after holding his breath for a while, the goblin couldn't come up with anything.

Just as Otto was getting impatient and wanted to directly incinerate this disgrace with his fiery breath, Sofia said, “We happen to need an assistant in our magic experiments. Maybe he can try.”

“Really?”

The goblin shouted in surprise, “Okay, no problem! I won't let you down!”

The goblin now had a new place to go, as long as he didn't run around causing trouble, Otto wouldn't bother with him anymore.

At Sofia's signal, the ogres carried down all four cages, and Mega Fatty was sent to inform Shashalu.

There was still a Dragonborn Transformation Ritual scale left in Sofia's possession, which could now be used for the old lizardman.

Now only Otto, Sofia, and Morey remained in the Council Chamber.

Before Shashalu arrived, Otto suddenly asked Morey, “Any news from the Death Lord?”

Otto stared at him, questioning, “It's been three years, are you sure he hasn't come to the surface because of you?”

“Though I failed in the conflict of the two dragons, don't underestimate me.”

Morey laughed confidently, “Even if I couldn't successfully transform the two Legendary Dragon Witch Demons, I'm not a mere ant that can be easily crushed in the Dark Domain.

Even if he is doomed to fail, the Death Lord would have to break a few teeth first.'

Unfortunately, the Death Lord probably doesn't have teeth.

As for Morey's explanation, Otto asked indifferently, “So, when do you think the Death Lord will come?”

“At the earliest, another two years maybe… '

After a moment, Morey gave an uncertain answer.

But Otto wouldn't completely trust him. Although he now possessed the strength of an adult giant dragon, he was still far from being legendary.

So, the original plan remained unchanged. If the Death Lord came and Otto couldn't handle him, he would decisively gift wrap Morey as a present for the Death Lord, and then run far away.

Depending on the situation, if the other party isn't easy to deal with.

Morey, this talking wand, could perfectly act as a piece of Legendary

Equipment and be thrown into the human kingdom to divert trouble..

Chapter end