Half an hour has passed since the two dragonborn monsters were thrown into the Blackstone Arena.

At present, the gnolls are shockingly crazy.

He is stronger, faster and inherits the rot blood ability.

Orcs have powerful self-healing abilities and relatively better combat skills.

At the same time, the muscle density becomes higher and the defense power is amazing.

The two monsters, nearly four meters tall, have fought back and forth several times, and so far, they are still evenly matched.

At this moment, the orc was kneeling on one knee, holding a thick wooden stick covered with iron in his hand.

The source of the wooden sticks is naturally the two cages that once held them.

Now, the two hardwood cages covered with iron sheets have long been torn apart by the aftermath of the battle between the two monsters.

The sharp fractures of the iron stick used as a weapon by the orcs were still stained with some green poisonous blood.

This blood seems to contain strong corrosive toxicity, and the contaminated parts are emitting white smoke.

Part of the iron sheets and sawdust were turned into viscous liquid and dripped on the ground, making a "sizzling" sound.

Crom was breathing heavily, and his body was covered with sticky blood stains.

There are still some scars on his back that haven't had time to heal.

After using it many times, he has realized that this powerful self-healing ability is not without any limitations.

If he uses this seemingly convenient ability without restraint.

Maybe before he died in the hands of the jackals, he would have exhausted his energy and passed out.

Jackals don't seem to have mastered this convenient self-healing ability.

Even though he was covered in a thick layer of fur, there were many bruises and horrific wounds on his body.

Green poisonous blood surged around him like a fountain, which was derived from Otto's rotten blood ability.

But while this ability brings a lot of trouble to Crom, it also quickly wears away the Jackal's physical strength. It's a double-edged sword.

Generally speaking, the physical condition of the gnolls at this time is not much better than that of the orcs.

Same body covered with scars, almost exhausted.

"Uh-huh...haha..."

Under Crom's alert look, the gnoll tilted his head and stood up.

The scars all over his body also caused him unbearable pain.

But his bloodshot eyes were wide and round, and then step by step, he approached Crom with a wild smile.

"This little pain...isn't enough!"

The muscles of the upper limbs atrophied rapidly, and a large amount of muscle tissue was transferred to the lower limbs.

Soon, the jackal was like a rapidly advancing cannonball, disappearing in an instant.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the orc who was kneeling on the ground groaned and was knocked away.

Then he left a human-shaped mark full of cracks on the black stone wall behind him.

The gnolls want to continue their attack.

But as soon as he took two steps forward, his legs suddenly gave way and he fell to the ground.

There was a thick wooden stick covered with iron stuck into his abdomen.

It turned out that Crom also launched a very effective counterattack the moment he was knocked away.

Under the corrosion of the continuously surging poisonous blood, the part of the stick that was immersed in the body of the jackal began to rapidly dissolve.

There was only a "snap" sound, and the remaining exposed parts fell to the ground.

Then it was completely corroded by the poisonous blood surging around it like a hot spring.

Gnolls do not seem to have inherited Otto's self-healing ability that far exceeds that of trolls like Crom.

So his current situation is actually very bad.

Even though the murder weapon that caused him great harm has been dissolved by the rotten blood, the boiling blood continues to surge out from the opened flesh.

While they are polluting the surrounding ground, they are also constantly exploiting the remaining physical strength of the jackals.

But even so, the jackal still struggled to get up from the ground.

Thick saliva and boiling blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.

This jackal wore a frightening lunatic smile, raised its sharp wolf claws, and walked step by step towards Crom, who had just broken free from the broken wall.

In response to the impending threat, Chrom quickly coughed out the congestion in his lungs and trachea.

After I felt better, I randomly touched a piece of gravel with sharp water chestnut corners in the surrounding area.

The jackal smiled crazily and walked towards Crom, who also indifferently clung to the sharp gravel and waited for his opponent to approach.

Finally, the two sides retreated to a dangerous distance.

The jackal cruelly licked the corners of his mouth that were covered in blood, and then he laughed wildly and rushed towards the orc who looked calm.

Crom's heartbeat was accelerating, his lower limbs were slightly squatting, and his body was slightly tilted forward.

The knuckles of the fingers holding the stone turned white under the great pressure, and the calloused fleshy palms were scratched by the sharp water chestnuts of the stone.

Finally, the jackal smiled ferociously and stretched his wolf claws to Crom's chest, and the sharp stone he held tightly in his hand also scratched towards the opponent's neck.

If we look at this development, maybe in the next second, there will be two more monster corpses here with miserable deaths.

But the reality is...

The next second, the two scarred monsters immediately curled up like a pair of cooked prawns and fell to their knees in pain and weakness.

Standing behind the window, Sophia watched all this with an expressionless face, holding two pieces of silver dragon scales corresponding to them in her hands.

This is a precious experimental product and cannot be wasted here so easily.

The blood contract engraved deep in the soul is the most fatal weakness of these two powerful dragon-born monsters.

The pain that was more severe than the transformation ritual made them unable to make any resistance.

After they all huddled on the ground helplessly, Big Fat opened the door and threw them into two brand new cages.

"It's a pity that it's a draw."

Sophia, standing in front of the cage, said calmly: "So none of you will get new gifts..."

The jackal lying helplessly in the cage let out a low growl.

Crom, on the other hand, sat slumped on the spot in silence, recovering his strength as quickly as possible.

The goblin who was imprisoned nearby was obviously frightened by the tragic situation of these two monsters.

He lay on the ground like an ostrich, covering his head with both hands in an attempt to isolate himself from everything around him.

The troglodyte's condition was much better, although a feeling called fear could also be read on his face.

Morey flew back and forth in front of several cages with satisfaction, and said with a strange smile: "Ha! It seems that our research was successful!

Well...except for this incompetent and timid goblin..."

Sophia closed the small notebook. She was very satisfied with the results of the experiment.

After carefully putting the blood pact dragon scales corresponding to the four new dragonborn monsters into the secret treasure bag, at her request, Big Fat brought several strong ogres.

Soon, the ogres carried the cage containing the dragon-born monster to the meeting hall at the front of Blackstone Castle.
Chapter completed!