Chapter 349: Explosive Power Increase

Chapter 349: Explosive Power Increase



Just as Ren was about to take a closer look, he suddenly felt a shadow above him.

The Blood Feather Gryphon flapped its wings and began to descend, and soon, Anna and Melita jumped down.

However, both of them looked at Ren with strange expressions, filled with surprise and concern.

"Ren, was that your transformation ability just now?" Anna, who also possessed the ability to transform, was even more astonished by Ren's transformation into the Dragonborn form.

Anna, seeing Ren's transformation for the first time, was momentarily baffled.

Ren looked down and suddenly realized what had happened.

He had never revealed his transformation to others before, and now, displaying this ability in front of everyone had understandably shocked them.

Ren was likely the direct descendant of a top-tier noble family with a powerful bloodline in the Dragon Empire, explaining his exceptional strength and the young age at which he had already gained official support from the Empire.

"Does that mean I'm immune to most first-tier spells?" Ren's eyes lit up.

"Fortunately, with Blood Feather here, it's just in time." Ren patted the Blood Feather Gryphon and said.

"At least two to three hundred kilograms of tempered mithril is needed to forge a greatsword for use in the Dragonborn General form."

The two women followed Ren's gaze and turned to look.

"Hey, Ren, it's been a while. How did you know I was here? And how did your strength become so powerful?" Lagrelle's beautiful eyes kept staring, her expression filled with astonishment.

Following closely behind were over ten Barbarian Captains and Elite soldiers, who bowed and saluted Ren.

"Your size is getting bigger, and your combat power is increasing, but the duration is getting shorter and shorter."

Melita nodded and said, "Yes, I invited Ren to help us from Winterfort Academy to defeat that Primordial Dragon."

This immediately sparked a desire in Ren to test his strength.

However, although Anna was puzzled, she didn't ask any further questions. Instead, she thoughtfully brought Ren a white wizard robe and helped him put it on.

At this moment, Ren calmed down and began to review the prompt about the Dragonborn form that appeared at the end of the day's battle.

Additionally, there was a widely circulated saying in the Empire, 'A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier.'

This was another reason why Ren didn't immediately pursue the other party.

"But... Dragonborn General?" Ren raised an eyebrow.

So, she only mentioned Ren's name and didn't elaborate on what he did.

"Indeed, this Primordial Dragon's recovery power is extraordinary. Delaying too long is indeed a big problem." The High Priest Rom nodded and said.

[Mutated Dragonborn First Form (Draconic Warrior Form)]



At this time, Ren touched his head again, and when he transformed, he felt like his head had grown horns.

"This..." Anna's words made Lagrelle realize something.

"The Norton Tribe is extremely grateful for Ren's rescue. If you're going to kill the Primordial Dragon, the Norton Tribe will naturally support you wholeheartedly. Lagrelle, choose twenty tribal warriors to assist Ren in killing the dragon." Chief Darius waved his hand and said.

"Lagrelle!" Anna exclaimed and ran over to hold Lagrelle's hand.

Ren estimated that the Dragonborn General form was about seven to eight meters tall, almost doubling the size of the Dragonborn Warrior form.

Could it be that Ren was Emma's biological son?

"However, there is a solution. We can mix in some steel to increase the weight." Ren thought.

"Huh? Is this a bull horn design?"

Indeed, only in the tundra could such a beauty be nurtured; it was not available in the capital.

"Hey, Lagrelle, what's up?" Ren, feeling strange under Lagrelle's intense gaze, walked up and waved in front of her.

"A friend? It's not that simple, is it?"

"Yes, with the support of the High Priest and the Chieftain," Ren nodded, unable to disagree.

After all, a pair of pleated shorts were a far cry from Ren's usual image.

Ren, when compared to the Primordial Dragon Kolrax, was still slightly inferior in strength. But with his unexpected move, he gained the advantage of striking first.

After all, the abundance of tempered mithril was uncertain, but steel was a more readily available resource.

And Ren's strength had further increased beyond his imagination.

Next was the celebration of the Norton Tribe, with singing and dancing.

However, Anna now understood why Ren's shorts were of such a peculiar design. It was due to his transformation.

"The High Priest and the Chieftain, this is Ren," Lagrelle quickly introduced.

Ren waved his hand, intending to say something, but suddenly, his expression froze.

Darius and Rom, both with solemn faces, approached and deeply bowed to Ren, saying, "Ren, the Norton Tribe thanks you for your help!"

After all, the relationship between men and women could only be one of two reasons for risking their lives in battle.

How did Ren suddenly have a special bloodline?

It was unknown what kind of horns he would grow.

A group of over ten tall and robust Barbarian warriors surrounded the two, approaching.

So, Lagrelle took on the 'heavy responsibility' of hosting and accompanying Ren's esteemed guests.

A female Barbarian warrior with a giant shield and a fiery figure appeared before Ren.

At this moment, inside the tent, only Lagrelle and Ren remained.

Shaking his head, Ren rode on his Blood Feather, returning to the tent within the Norton Tribe's camp.

They must be direct relatives.

"This..." Ren glanced at Lagrelle, hesitating. If it were anyone else, Ren would have refused without a second thought.

However, Ren currently had no direct perception of his overall shape. So, he took a step, the ground shaking beneath his feet, and walked to the side of the mountain lake.

"Why not send a letter?"

If it were ordinary shorts, they would tear with a single stretch.

Now, he was confident. In a direct confrontation, he could take down the enemy at their strongest point!

"Ren, thank you. Do you know? When facing that Primordial Dragon, I thought I would never see you again in this life."

Especially before she left, Anna secretly exchanged some words with Ren.

"Lagrelle, won't you introduce your friend?" Chieftain Darius laughed.

Aren't bloodlines usually inherited within families?

But she soon realized that Ren's strength had far exceeded the limits of her imagination. How could he be a deputy officer in a small town?

Darius, the Chieftain, and Rom, the High Priest, approached together with smiles.

If an ogre appeared before Ren, he could kick it to death with a single kick.

After all, the chaotic private lives of the upper nobility of the Dragon Empire were common knowledge.

It was akin to an adult kicking a kindergarten child.

"This matches well with my Epic Profession, the 'Thousand Blade King'."

The current Draconic General had immunity equivalent to a level one spell.

"Lagrelle, it's been a while!" Ren had many questions for Lagrelle, but in the end, he smiled and said these words.

Many Barbarians glanced at each other, but the smile on their faces couldn't be hidden.

When Ren approached, the lake's surface rippled slightly, but it didn't affect Ren's observation of his second form.

"But I never expected that after passing the trial and achieving promotion, the tribe would start intermittent conflicts with the Black Flame Cult. Small-scale skirmishes continued, and in this situation, I couldn't leave the tribe."

"Sorry, Anna, I thought the farewell would make you sad," Lagrelle said with a warm embrace and a hint of guilt.

This title, upon hearing it, seemed much more impressive than a Dragonborn Warrior.

"Lagrelle is my good friend. It was just a small favor," Ren said.

"Ren, if you want to thank us, then drink this cup!" Chieftain Darius laughed.

When she introduced Ren, she paused slightly.

He turned to look, and the tail, which was only one meter long in the first form, had now transformed into a three-meter-long, thicker, and more powerful tail, with three additional sharp spikes at its end.

(Note: The duration is directly proportional to the bloodline concentration and physique.) "The bloodline concentration is indeed not yet promoted, but it remains pure."

These three horns were not arranged in a straight line but formed a triangular pattern.

As Melita heard Lagrelle's words, her eyes widened in surprise, and her curiosity surged. Melita's drinking capacity, on the other hand, was quite impressive.

With a mere thought, she could precisely control whether to swing or strike.

After arriving at the central tent of the Plateau Yak Wagon Team, Darius, the chieftain of the Norton Tribe, needed further treatment due to his severe injuries, while Rom, the High Priest, had to comfort the injured warriors and the grieving families of the fallen.

"Lord Ren, your strength truly impresses me. With your help, I believe our academy's crisis will be resolved," Melita said with a slight bow, her respect evident.

Ren looked at his completely inhuman self and couldn't help but feel speechless.

Lagrelle's beautiful eyes fixed on Ren, not blinking, and thoughts began to swirl in her mind, sprouting like bamboo shoots after the rain.

A pair of horns soared into the sky, a ferocious face, sharp claws, scales, and a spiky tail. "Is this still a human?"

"After all, the Norton Tribe is where I was raised."

It was as if a thorn had pierced the tail, revealing two points, but it was naturally formed.

"Hiss~ Immunity to spells below 40 degrees?"

If Lagrelle had any doubts before, the world was so vast that it was only natural to occasionally encounter someone with a similar appearance. It was too normal.

After a simple exchange of greetings.

"Bloodline ability?" Anna's beautiful eyes looked at Ren with curiosity, and a strange thought flashed through her mind.

"Lord Ren, our destination for this migration is the Gikar Valley at the northern end of the Frostwind Tundra, just a stone's throw away from the territory of the primordial dragon Kolrax," Anna said.

The effect was basically one jab, and three blood holes appeared, and when Ren tried it, he found that controlling his tail was extremely effortless.

"I wonder if this is because I've been baptized with the blood of a melee-type dragon, and it's pushing me further down the path of melee combat?"

Soon, Anna looked at Lagrelle, then at Ren, and with a keen eye, she pulled Lagrelle away, who was reluctant to leave and wanted to hear more gossip.

Ren took a deep breath of fresh air and began to silently recite the transformation spell.

The verdant lake was as clear as a mirror, reflecting the stars in the sky, and under the night's glow, this verdant green took on a hint of deep darkness.

His agility was comparable to having a third hand.

"Slap! Slap!"

Only slightly shorter than the 2.5-meter-tall Darius, the chieftain.

"Is this considered an extra limb beyond my four limbs?" Ren couldn't help but wonder.

"Huh?"

But at that moment, Anna appeared beside Ren, confirming Lagrelle's guess and verifying Ren's identity.

Compared to the Ren she remembered, the current Ren had a more robust build and was significantly taller. Even among the barbarians, Ren's height and physique were above average.

As Ren pondered where to start his explanation, he suddenly stopped.

The pleated shorts were practical and durable, not prone to tearing.

But I haven't heard of any special bloodline abilities from Aunt Emma.

In the evening, at the Norton Clan Camp, a bonfire feast was underway.

"Well, I didn't want to worry you or drag you into this. So..." Lagrelle lowered her head and explained.

The first thing Ren touched was a pair of sharp, towering horns growing on both sides of his head, just above his temples.

The image was so beautiful that Anna couldn't help but blush at the thought of it.

"Yes, it's a special bloodline ability, I suppose," Ren explained.

"The metal content is insufficient."

Ren casually turned around, but he found that his tail had instinctively lashed out, striking the air.

Meanwhile, Anna, persuaded by Lagrelle, joined the lively and cheerful atmosphere, drinking a small amount of milk wine. Her face flushed, her eyes glazed over, and soon she was tipsy.

"Ren, please forgive me," Lagrelle said, her face flushed with emotion as she looked deeply into Ren's eyes.

"So, you took it upon yourself to keep it a secret, preferring to put yourself in danger rather than confide in me?" Ren pretended to be slightly angry.

This second form was incredible! His combat prowess had taken another significant step forward.

In other words, in his normal state, his melee combat power was 100, while in his first form, it was approximately 200, and in his second form, it was 400.

"Draconic General Form + Thousand Blade King's Battle Technique."

"Ren, this is our Norton Clan's High Priest Rom and Chieftain Darius."

"When I returned to the Frostwind Tundra, I intended to undergo the trial and then seek you out in Meist after my promotion."

"I plan to visit the Winterfort Academy and then, together with the Winterfort Academy's wizards, we'll find and eliminate the primordial dragon Kolrax as soon as possible," Ren said, glancing at Melita.

"Hmm..."

The damaged Secret Silver Embellished Plate Armor hadn't been repaired yet, so he wasn't wearing it.

"Yes, but the compensation is still insufficient."

"Now, if I encounter that Primordial Dragon Kolrax again, hehe."

Ren's thoughts stirred, and the hardened tempered mithril in his hand instantly transformed into a double-handed greatsword. However, at this moment, the greatsword, in his second form, was at best the size of a dagger.

"How long has this second transformation lasted? Thirty seconds?"

The next second, he felt a warm and moist sensation on his lips as Lagrelle kissed him directly.

There was no mint either.

Alcohol seemed to be recognized as a low-level toxin, and under the influence of his toxin resistance, no matter how much he drank, Ren would remain in a slightly tipsy state.

"Ren, is it really you?" Lagrelle stared at Ren in astonishment.

Although, from his perspective, he naturally didn't want Lagrelle to adventure with him, but he couldn't bring Anna and not Lagrelle, could he?

This made Ren feel quite overwhelmed.

"Last time you left without saying goodbye. This time, you encountered trouble and didn't tell me about it, and you don't even consider me a friend anymore?"

In the evening, back inside the tent, Ren naturally didn't have much influence.

"The spikes are the kind that pierce through, and they cross with the tail in a crisscross pattern."

"Do you and I still need to say thank you? By the way, why didn't you write to me before?"

"Lord Ren, what are your plans from now on?" asked Chief Darius with a smile.

But soon, he felt something else on his forehead, between the two large bull horns, a little forward from the center, and there were three sharp but slightly smaller unicorn horns.

"And the body is enlarging again?"

He saw his palm suddenly grow larger, the skin on the palm becoming rough and thick, and dragon scales began to appear on the back of his hand.

"So, helping you is also helping ourselves." High Priest Rom advised on the side.

"For the past six months, Anna and I haven't received any letters from you, so I recently asked someone to inquire about the situation on the Frostwind Tundra. I learned that you might be in trouble, so we rushed over immediately."

Suddenly, a strong sense of weakness came over him, and Ren found his body rapidly shrinking, returning to his human form.

Ren slightly felt his second form, and his combat power was almost double that of his first form.

"No, there's more in the middle."

After all, Melita and Ren weren't familiar with each other, and Melita had even thought that Ren wasn't human for a moment. As a wizard, she had seen quite a few special cases of body occupation or symbiosis, so her gaze towards Ren was also filled with awe.

If the first form's transformation left a trace of humanity in his palm, at this moment, his palm was completely a beast's claw.

After thinking for a moment, Ren lifted the tent and walked out. Soon, with a flap of Bloodfeather Eagle's wings, he flew into the sky, and minutes later, Ren arrived on a hillside beside the Frost Mountains.

"Just thinking about it makes me excited."

Obviously, Ren had traveled a long way to the Frostwind Tundra for this wild, fiery, and beautiful barbarian girl.

At that moment, Ren began to read the letter carefully, word by word.

"High Priest Rom, Chief Darius, and all the brave warriors of the barbarian tribe, you are too kind." Ren had a good impression of the straightforward and clear-cut barbarians and quickly helped the two of them up.

Either they were lovers, and not just ordinary lovers.

[Mutated Dragon Bloodline (Purity) Effect: Greatly enhances affinity with water, fire, and earth elements. Possesses Danger Sense, Dark Vision, Weapon Mastery, Extraordinary Insight, Super Strength, Steel Body, and Dragon Roar. Has the ability to transform into the first and second forms of the Draconic General.]



"It's not necessarily a bad thing."

Previously, when the Dragonborn Warrior transformed, he was immune to zero-level spells.

"It's just that if there are more advanced forms, and they can be enhanced in the direction of a wizard, then it would be perfect."

Because Lagrelle wanted to introduce Ren's identity, the Deputy Officer of Flashgold Town.

Under the starlight, Ren jumped off the Bloodfeather Eagle and landed on the ground by the mountain lake. He took off his white wizard robe, leaving him in only a pair of shorts.

[Draconic General Second Form (Draconic General Form): Upon activation, the body will enlarge further based on the first form. The body's surface becomes horn-like, providing strong defense and resistance. Immune to low-level toxins and diseases, and immune to spell damage below level 40.]



Ren directly checked his attribute panel.

"If it's not growing, it's growing five?"

Two large rocks on the ground beside him instantly shattered into pieces.

But Chief Darius wanted Lagrelle to lead the way, and it was a legitimate reason for Lagrelle to accompany him.

Late at night, a corner of Ren's tent was lifted, and a fiery silhouette appeared. "Who is it?"

But the next second, the familiar aura made Ren react instantly.

"Shh, it's me."

"Umm..."

(End of Chapter)

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