"Incredible, there actually exists a Gnoll capable of elevating its bloodline to the level of a True Dragon." Muria's face turned queer hearing Belradin's words.
In the vast world of Erathia, over the course of countless eons, there occasionally arise some very unique beings. Among them, Gnolls that can evolve into True Dragons using the meager Dragon Blood in their bodies are a rare exception.
Over hundreds of thousands of years, such inspiring Gnolls can be counted on one's fingers. The Erathia world might not even produce one in every ten thousand years.
But such a rare creature found its way to Belradin; he is indeed "lucky".
"Hadn't you discovered it during its growth phase? Why wasn't it nipped in the bud?" Muria asked peculiarly. Any intelligent creature would generally prefer to eliminate a threatening creature in advance. Of course, there were always some creatures who were not so wise.