In this fervent yet strangely silent atmosphere, Ke Xiu Si uttered the last name.
“Jin Ya.”
Instantly, all the monsters were dumbfounded.
No one had expected that the last recipient of the “Blessing” would be the weak Kobold.
Even Jin Ya himself stood rooted to the spot for a moment, only reacting after a long while.
A fawning smile immediately spread across the Kobold’s ugly face, and with the combined help of several of his kin acting as stepping stones, he laboriously climbed onto the giant rock that was several times taller than him.
“How is this possible?”
Dolo stared at the flattered Kobold, exhaling hot breaths, gnashing his teeth, wishing he could tear him to shreds.
His Goblin subordinates were even more furious, their brawny arms bulging with veins, even thicker than the Kobold’s slender waist.
These monsters grew up in Stormwind Highlands, believing in strength above all else since childhood, and naturally, they were filled with indignation at being ridden over by such a weak Kobold.
But they dared not challenge the Red Dragon’s authority, so they could only swallow their bitterness and endure in silence.
Ke Xiu Si actually didn’t care about the choice of recipient.
After the previous blessings, the immediate combat strength within Ember Nest was already quite formidable, at least enough to be considered a major power in the Anzetta Wasteland.
He considered that he still needed the Kobolds to mine gold, so naturally, he had to give them something to look forward to.
What’s more, Kobolds are naturally Dragonkin.
These egg-laying creatures mature quickly and can survive as “Dragon-like creatures” for over a century, digging for gold everywhere for their masters. It’s just that due to their weak bodies, few live to natural death.
If they spend a long time with Dragons, unpredictable mutations can even occur.
This time, Ke Xiu Si also wanted to conduct an experiment.
Even if it failed, the loss would be almost negligible; it was just a Kobold with a challenge rating of only one-quarter. If it died, hundreds more could be born next year.
The ritual began under Ke Xiu Si’s control.
Blood flowed into the Kobold’s mouth.
Due to the Kobold’s small and thin stature, he consumed far less blood compared to the previous recipients.
“Owooo—”
The Kobold let out a series of suppressed growls.
The scorching blood flowed into his body, searing his flesh, causing a faint red glow to emanate from within him.
All the monsters watched this Kobold intently, whether out of jealousy, indignation, or unwillingness, most of the Dragonkin secretly hoped that this Kobold would suffer a painful death.
Then, a sudden change occurred.
The Kobold raised his head and let out a series of frantic, dog-like yelps, thick saliva flowing from his open mouth, from which wisps of steam emerged.
His body rapidly swelled and grew, with a huge bulge protruding from his back.
The Kobold’s thin body greedily absorbed every bit of energy from the blood, visibly growing much stouter.
His size increased from less than a meter to nearly two meters.
A strange power overflowed from deep within his bloodline.
With a “whoosh” sound like tearing leather, the huge bulge forcibly ripped open his skin.
A pair of brand new, slimy wings actually appeared on the Kobold’s back!
“Roar—”
The Kobold leader awkwardly spread his wings.
The sound from his mouth was no longer a dog’s bark, but closer to a Dragon’s roar.
“How is that possible?!”
“This is…”
“It’s an Urds, Tiamat above, that’s an Urds!”
“A post-natal Urds!”
Some older, more knowledgeable Kobolds in the tribe exclaimed in surprise.
A small number of Kobolds are born with leathery wings and can fly; they are called Urds.
The wings of Urds are considered a gift from the Dragon Queen Tiamat, and because of this, they are envied by the narrow-minded wingless Kobolds, making it difficult for the two to coexist harmoniously.
But at this moment, the Kobold’s Dragon wings had actually grown post-natally, which made the Kobolds not only jealous but also filled with endless eagerness.
They could also become Urds!
Ke Xiu Si watched the winged Kobold, his eyes narrowing—as a Warlock, he also detected a slight anomaly in the Weave.
Indeed, he carefully observed the Dragonkin’s status panel.
【Your Dragonkin 【Kobold Leader】 has undergone an unpredictable mutation due to the Bloodline Blessing.】
The manifestation of Warlock talents is mostly pure luck.
Some Warlocks cannot even state the origin of their power, while a portion of Warlocks can accurately recall a strange turning point in their lives:
A hag’s touch, a drink from a mysterious magical spring, a Celestial Being’s blessing upon a newborn, all could ignite the spark of Warlock talent.
Furthermore, exposure to the elemental forces of the Inner Planes or the chaotic magical energy of the Chaos Sea, or even glimpsing the inner workings of reality itself, could be the trigger for gaining Warlock power.
And drinking the Bloodline Blessing was undoubtedly a significant “trigger.”
【Your Dragonkin 【Kobold Leader】 has awakened the overflowing Draconic magic in his ancestral bloodline due to the Bloodline Blessing.】
【【Kobold Leader】 has unlocked the profession 【Dragon Vein Warlock - Red Dragon】, his innate magic originates from Draconic magic, its essence intertwined within his blood and the lineage passed down from his ancestors.】
What was originally just a casual experiment unexpectedly added another spellcaster to Ember Nest, and Ke Xiu Si was quite pleasantly surprised.
“A Kobold Dragon Vein Warlock, that’s interesting.”
Ke Xiu Si watched Jin Ya, who was undergoing his transformation.
This winged Kobold, or rather, Urds, was panting, and hot air continuously spewed from the gaps in his scales.
It wasn’t until several breaths passed that he managed to calm the raging elemental energy within him.
“Hoo, hoo, hoo”
The transformed Kobold shook his body, slightly unaccustomed, feeling the strange, powerful energy within him and the spells that suddenly appeared in his mind.
Jin Ya looked up at the Red Dragon, his eyes filled with fervent admiration, and a few genuine hot tears even flowed from the corners of his eyes.
The humiliation of being enslaved by humans, the fear of being hunted by monsters, the decades of constant struggle for survival—all of it vanished at this moment.
At this moment, he truly regarded the Red Dragon as a living demigod.
However, the Red Dragon didn’t care about the Kobold’s loyalty, or rather, “fanaticism”; what he cared more about was what spells this Kobold had awakened.
“Cast your spell.”
Ke Xiu Si said with great interest.
Unlike the player panel’s profession system, native Warlocks in this world cannot choose their own spells; the power of magic chooses them, granting Warlocks innate spells.
Therefore, most Warlocks only master one or two spells and use them with extreme proficiency.
“Yes… Great Master.”
Jin Ya unhesitatingly circulated the unknown power within him, following the inheritance in his mind.
He slowly raised his arm, thumbs of his two claws touching, other claws spread open, subtly guiding the Weave to gather the surrounding fire elemental energy.
“Boom!”
A cone of flame several feet long instantly erupted from his palm.
“Burning Hands, a good first-level spell, very fitting for a Red Dragon Warlock.”
Ke Xiu Si evaluated silently.
A bit slow, will continue with the main quest later, players will arrive in about a hundred chapters.
