Meeting an Old Friend
The core region of the Magical Beast Mountain Range.
Hogg was excited and nervous.
"Hogg, drink all the living dragon blood in this barrel, and eat the Blue Heart Grass too," Kolan said coolly.
Hogg didn't hesitate. He grabbed the Blue Heart Grass and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing in great bites before swallowing it down. Then he lifted the barrel and tipped it back, gulping down the contents.
"Gurgle, gurgle..."
Kolan's words rang in Hogg's mind: the more dragon blood he drank, the easier it would be to awaken the Dragonblood Warrior bloodline within him.
He would become a Dragonblood Warrior, restore the Baruch Clan to glory, and avenge his wife.
He didn't care about anything else. He just kept drinking in great gulps.
"Ah!" Hogg suddenly cried out in agony. The barrel slipped from his hands and hit the ground. He collapsed and rolled about in pain, his face turning deathly pale as beads of sweat the size of peas broke out across his skin.
The first time a Dragonblood Warrior awakened his dragonblood, he underwent a spontaneous transformation. It was excruciating—so painful that the person would pass out.
As black dragon scales emerged from his skin, Hogg lost consciousness.
Kolan watched Hogg complete his transformation. His scales were black, matching the Tyrannosaurus's color, and he looked like a smaller version of the beast.
A long while later, Hogg finally came to. He looked excitedly at his transformed body.
He tested himself and found that his strength had increased tremendously. The black dragon scales covering his body were incredibly hard.
He could also cultivate the Dragonblood Secret Manual.
"Thank you, Lord Kolan!" Hogg reverted to human form and knelt on both knees.
He now knew that the young man who had saved him