Evolving Silver Dragon

Chapter 140: 138 Legend Attributes

Translator: 549690339

The Thunder Legion has already become history in the Nolan Forest, but the losses of the Soaring Dragon Legion are also severe.

For this battle, Otto had brought about 50,000 monsters of different races.

According to a rough estimate by Saru, less than 20,000 monsters survived this battle in the end.

This is a horrifying loss. If it hadn’t been for Otto’s presence and the effect of the war hammer in the hands of Mega Fatty and Second Fatty, the monsters of the Soaring Dragon Legion would probably have been scattered and fled long ago.

The gap in individual strength between the two fighting sides is too huge.

To kill an Angry Horn Minotaur wielding an electric weapon or an Ogre Berserker, a much higher or even dozens of times higher casualty ratio is often required.

Suddenly, Saru said, “Redscale is dead…”

The elderly lizardman paused slightly, then continued, “It was the blessed Lizardman. It is said that he was killed by an Ogre Berserker.”

“Is that so…”

With a grave face, Otto did have some memories of this Dragonborn Lizardman.

Although Redscale hadn’t fully made through the entire Dragonborn Transformation Ritual, appearing a little mediocre among the four Dragonborn monsters.

But after all, the number of the first batch of transformed monsters is not large, and this Lizardman is usually the type of person who speaks less and gets more done.

Therefore, Otto had a fairly good impression of Redscale.

But that’s it.

With a calm voice, Otto said, “When we return, pick another monster from the outer city that performed well in the battle, then let him undergo the Dragonborn Transformation Ritual to fill Redscale’s position.”

Upon hearing this, the elderly lizardman had no objections and nodded, continuing to report to Otto the situation of the battle.

In addition to the ground army monsters, the flying monsters of the Soaring Dragon Legion also suffered huge losses.

The Giant Eagles had almost all been killed, the Hawkman girls remained a good number because they were rather witty.

As for the naturally cruel, fearless Manticores and Perytons, they had lost more than half of their numbers.

When Saru finished his report, Gaz along with the top monsters of the Soaring Dragon Legion’s such as Little Fatty slowly gathered around Otto.

Little Fatty had lost an arm, and in his other hand he was holding a Minotaur’s head, covered in fresh blood.

The Bearman Leader Doke was fawning behind Little Fatty, his eyes occasionally looking at the head of Bloodhorn, pondering whether he could get some sort of a blessing because of this.

A gorgeously coloured Dragonborn Ogre was standing next to Little Fatty, Wuga was holding a giant wooden mace in one hand and a large totem pole in the other.

When all the Angry Horn Minotaurs had died, the violent electric arcs wrapping around the totem pole quickly disappeared.

Warwick knelt on the ground, kissing the ground towards Otto with respect and devotion.

Kamia, the ogre, lacked the madness that was present during the battle and, like a strange giant spider, honestly stayed in the corner at the edge.

The last one to return was the goblin Gaz, who jumped down from the Warg in a shabby state, full of scars.

As soon as he returned, this goblin fell in front of Otto in fear, begging for forgiveness, “Your Majesty, please forgive me. About a dozen Centaurs managed to break through and escaped to the Dragon Bone Wasteland.

Their speed was very fast, and they were all focused on fleeing. It was simply impossible to catch up to them with only the Wargs.”

Were there some fishes that slipped through the net?

However, it’s just a dozen or so Centaurs; it shouldn’t be a big deal, right?

Just as Otto was thinking this, Gaz added: “Among them is a heavily armored female Centaur, likely the leader of the Swift Spear Clan, who led thisescapade of the Centaurs.’

“You couldn’t stop her?”

With a somewhat interested look, Otto turned to Gaz. This Goblin, in his impression, is quite the fighter.

After his successful transformation into a Dragonborn Monster, he even gave off the vibe of being the strongest one in the Soaring Dragon Legion, of course, excluding Sofia and Otto.

At this point, Gaz blushed slightly, “The plate armor on that Centaur is quite troublesome, probably a valuable magic item. Once activated, it adds a violent thunderbolt to her body.

Even though I activated the effect of the Giant Slayer Longsword, I was repelled by her. She used this opportunity to escape with a dozen Centaurs.”

With the belated arrival of Thunder, Otto finally got an idea about the current situation of the top elite monsters in the Thunder Legion.

Kuru from the Blue Storm Clan and Bloodhorn from the Angry Horn Clan had both died. Rita, the leader of the Swift Spear Clan, had escaped with a few Centaurs to the Dragon Bone Wasteland.

As for Thunder himself, he had now become Otto’s minion.

Once Sofia arrived on her Two-headed Ogre, Otto handed over all matters of the Soaring Dragon Legion to Saru and Gaz.

Now, he was about to start his treasure hunt!

The treasure vault of an Elderly Blue Dragon, it was an exciting thought alone.

But before that, there was another important thing, the Legendary Battleaxe retrieved from Kuru.

Using Sofia’s eyes, he could easily gather specific information about this legendary weapon.

“Gaenor Keren’s Guillotine: A legendary battleaxe.

It allows the wielder to greatly ignore the physical defenses of the target.

The axe absorbs the blood of the wielder or the target to drastically enhance the wielder’s strength.

It can activate Gaenor Keren’s Guillotine, the wielder can decapitate themselves to decapitate the linker, casting range is 10 meters.”

Well, the effect of this legendary battleaxe is extremely straightforward and brutal.

Aside from the high-cost special effect, Otto had first-hand experience of its strong armor-piercing ability.

Coating defenses or thick scales were as weak as paper to this battleaxe.

Also, it can absorb blood to significantly enhance the wielder’s strength.

This must have been the reason why the Two-headed Ogre, controlled by Uru, could surpass his own strength in a short time.

But looking at the final effect, if one doesn’t have a sturdy physique to handle this power, it can also cause significant self-damage.

At this point, Moray suddenly yelled: “I remember, I’ve heard about this guy

Gaenor Keren.

He was a legendary berserker who loved to cut off his opponent’s head. Although he was strong, he always had a headache because he couldn’t find a suitable weapon.

Later I heard that in order to forge a powerful legendary battleaxe, he was deceived by a Dark Dwarf and cut off his own head as a sacrificial offering.” So ruthless?

While the corner of Otto’s mouth twitched, Moray just laughed, “It seemed like he was successful, he got what he deserved!”