In that dragon-slaying war that failed but was still worthy of being recorded in human epics, Hotz thought he was doomed.

At the beginning of the journey, they originally thought it was just another ordinary territory invasion war. They have fought such wars many times. Even if they encounter a young dragon, they are confident that they can fight!

But the moment he faced the red dragon, Hotz felt his own insignificance for the first time.

With just one dragon roar, the goblins who had been used as cannon fodder to bear the main damage collapsed immediately. Even he, his brain went blank at that moment. He was knocked to the ground by the crazy lizard who sat down and was almost blown up.

The goblins in the camp were trampled to death.

If it weren't for a certain belief that supported him, he hacked to death more than a dozen goblins one after another, and then the goblins took the initiative to avoid him and save their lives.

However, after the Jackal Overseer gave him the order to act as a bait, Hotz's heart fell to the bottom again. When he thought of his wife and cubs who were still living near the black dragon's lair, and when he thought that he would never have the chance to see them again, Hotz

I felt heartbroken.

But he cannot disobey the orders of the warlord. Once he is judged as a deserter, not only will he be killed by the warlord, but his wife and cubs will also be drowned after the war.

Therefore, he chose to charge forward.

At that moment, he felt like a moth flying toward a volcano.

The red dragon just casually swiped its claws at the ground, and the sky full of broken corpses and rocks completely submerged him, and his entire consciousness fell into darkness.

At that moment, Hotz thought he was dead.

It wasn't until he regained consciousness that he discovered that he was actually captured by a group of slimes! Not only him, but also half of his kindred who died directly on the battlefield, the rest were all captured.

What a shame!

He tried to commit suicide, but failed. Those slimes and kuo-toa were more powerful than he imagined. He was wounded and exhausted and couldn't resist.

All the captured gnolls were like him, their eyes dull and numb, waiting for a possibly more tragic ending.

Was he eaten by the red dragon? Or was he sold to the illithid city and became a seedbed for illithid tadpoles? Or was his brainstem cut off and turned into an unconscious fighting tool?

No way of knowing.

But he soon discovered that not only did these slimes not abuse them, they actually collected a lot of herbs and fluorescent moss from unknown sources, then ate them into his body, mixed them thoroughly, and smeared the snot-like mucus on them.

on their wounds.

Unexpectedly, it was not exciting, but rather refreshing, but then the damn slime actually poured the remaining slime into his mouth!

vomit!

The feeling that tasted worse than shit simply made him want to die.

But thanks to that piece of shit, it allowed me to survive when I was dying.

As long as you live, there is still a glimmer of hope.

So, he waited for hope.

After several glowing cycles of fluorescent moss, the red dragon reappeared in front of them, expressing his appreciation for their bravery on the battlefield and asking them if they had signed any contract with the black dragon.

Hotz shook his head in confusion. He didn't know what this red dragon wanted to plot against his master.

But he knew that his master didn't seem to value these jackals who had no extraordinary abilities, and even chose him because if he signed a contract with them, he would have to sacrifice a large amount of wealth to the evil scale Tiamat.

In order to give up the contract, he instead asked them to move all the family members of their tribe to the vicinity of his lair, claiming that it would be easier to protect their wives and cubs.

That's ridiculous, it's obviously coercion!

If you defect on the battlefield, you will have to pay the price for your family!

This is the proud wisdom of black dragons. Just as green dragons like to show off their cunning, red dragons are intoxicated by their rage.

The red dragon named Tiberius was obviously satisfied with the answer, and loudly mocked their master Cangevian as a fool.

Then the red dragon gave them two choices.

Or get eaten.

Or, sign a master-slave contract under the witness of Landis, Scale of Justice, sneak back to the black dragon's lair without exposing the red dragon, and go somewhere with their family members.

If he is lucky enough to survive after completing his mission, then he will be bestowed with grace and glory:

"A drop of dragon blood! And a corresponding transformation ceremony to become a dragon-blooded gnoll!"

that moment.

He seemed to hear his silent heart pounding!

At the same time, he also saw the eyes of his compatriots, which were so red that they seemed to be glowing!

Such an attractive offer! Such a trusting favor!

Compared to their previous master, the Black Dragon.

Just like the difference between clouds and mud!

Black dragon? Bah! You are just a stupid and insignificant reptile!

Kangevian! Don’t even think about it! I, Hoz, am back!

However, what surprised Hotz was that he was already prepared to fight to the death, but he did not expect that after returning to the tribe, he would face an empty black dragon's lair!

Ha? That coward! He is afraid that he will be scared out of his wits by the great master, and he will not dare to come back, right?

He didn't even take away the treasure!

Hotz simply kept doing nothing and called on the tribesmen to sweep away the treasures in the black dragon's lair. After a thrilling journey, he dedicated all the treasures to the new master, the red dragon Tiberius.

Your Majesty!

At that moment, he could feel his pure and surging joy in the new owner's terrifying laughter that seemed to collapse the cave.

So much so that there were some mistakes when giving him dragon blood.

Originally, he was just looking forward to the drop of dragon blood promised by his master.

I saw the owner bite his paw and tear it apart!

puff!

The dragon's blood poured down like a heavy rain, pouring all over his head and face as his mind went blank!

Then the next moment, he felt as if he had been thrown into magma.

Extreme pain! It's so painful that I might faint at any time.

At this time he seemed to hear the master's voice:

"I have no experience in bloodletting for the first time. I did a little too much blood. Hold on, my warrior, get through it. You will be my number one jackal warrior! You will lead the jackal tribe and fight for me in the darkness.

Territory, beat my enemies, whip my allies, ah ha, I can't wait to see what kind of expression Kangevian will face me next time.

"Well, but that should be a long time later. Before that, I need a deep sleep, and the most important thing for you at this stage is to survive and then take your people to mine for me!

"Little wolves, don't be depressed, don't despair, isn't it just mining? Let me tell you the truth, you just need to mine for ten years with peace of mind, and by then, I can make all your brothers who have lost their hands and feet

Return to the battlefield, and by then, you will only become stronger and tougher!

"This is my promise to you, Tiberius! Rejoice! Rejoice! Prepare to accept your new life."

As the red dragon's voice gradually faded away, Hotz's consciousness also fell into darkness.

When Hotz woke up again, the first thing he felt was the power that was so surging that it seemed as if he was about to burst out of his body at any time!

What they saw were the envious and passionate eyes of the tribesmen, as well as the boundless hope bursting out due to His Majesty Tiberius's promise.

"Mining? It seems good, too."

Hotz clenched his fist hard, making a crisp sound, and then opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouth full of fangs:
Chapter completed!