Reincarnated as a blue dragon, he collided head-on with a wizarding civilization.

Chapter 104 Knight Commander

Three Blood Sand Eagles appeared in the sky.

They flew rapidly from the northwest, forming a triangular formation, flying at an extremely low altitude, almost gliding along the gray-white mist rolling on the surface of the swamp.

They are aerial sentinels that the Kingdom of Shane has always dispatched to carry out border reconnaissance and early warning missions.

Both Motu and Lüwa had dealt with these annoying, hairy beasts during their patrols on the northern front.

They're not strong, but they're troublesome. Even if you kill them, you only get a pitiful ten military merits, which is less than a clump of Moon Shadow Moss.

The Blood Desert Eagle's dark red vertical pupils gleamed with a cold, congealed luster in the gray-white mist.

This is a characteristic formed through special training and modification by the kingdom's trainers, making it extremely sensitive to specific life force and magical fluctuations.

They circled over the abandoned outpost once, and one of them seemed to sense something, slightly tilting its wing toward the scree slope.

We almost flew right over the ravine where Motu and Green Tiles were hiding!

The distance was too close, and the body of the green-tiled creature tensed up instantly in response!

Her claws lifted slightly off the gravelly ground, tips pointing upwards, and her dragon-like serrated teeth unconsciously spread slightly apart.

A low, hostile growl almost burst forth from deep within his throat!

Motu's claws shot out with lightning speed, firmly pressing down on her forearm scales, sending a clear signal of restraint.

"Don't worry about it."

His voice was lowered to a whisper, transmitted directly into Green Tile's mind through the rune link, calm and resolute: "They can't see us."

Green Tile's throat bobbed as he forcefully suppressed the agitation.

She stared intently as the blood-red sand eagle swept past less than ten feet overhead!

The dark red vertical pupils swept sharply across the seemingly ordinary gravel ravine below, lingering for less than half a breath, and then—

—It's been moved.

Sure enough, we didn't see anything.

The Blood Sand Eagle climbed higher and, following its two companions, continued flying north, soon disappearing into the thick swamp mist.

Green Tile's taut body gradually relaxed.

She put her paws back on the gravel ground, and her restless tail stopped wagging.

Less than 15 minutes later.

To the northwest, in the blurry area where the fog meets the hills, several figures are moving rapidly.

Their formation was exceptionally neat, and they moved at an extremely fast speed!

Each step covered a distance three or four times that of a normal person, yet the landing was almost silent, as if stepping on a thick carpet.

The three men, in a tight triangular assault formation, quickly advanced toward the outpost.

They maintained a constant distance from each other, and no matter how the ground was uneven or how the pebbles were distributed, the entire formation remained perfectly intact, demonstrating amazing discipline and teamwork.

Motu's golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly as his gaze fell on the other's lightweight armor.

The armor was grayish-white, but unlike the cold, hard luster of metal, it had a warm, stone-like texture.

This is a visible characteristic resulting from long-term immersion in holy power; its surface is covered with fine lines arranged like fish scales.

A few months ago, that gray-armored man, wearing the same armor, pierced Green Tile's chest with a spear on their way back from patrol!

The arriving force is the Holy Knights, the elite armed force under the command of the Temple of Final Vision of the Kingdom of Shane!

The green tile tensed up again.

Her vertical pupils widened as she stared at the three gray-white figures that were getting closer and closer.

The dragon's serrated teeth slowly parted, revealing scarlet gums and sharp fangs!

The wound on her chest, pierced by the holy spear, had long since healed, and the new scales were the same color as the surrounding ones, but she still remembered the burning pain from the holy power.

The enemy advanced quickly, and their figures soon became clear.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a thick, stubble beard on his chin.

On his shoulder armor was a clearly imprinted insignia shaped like an inverted triangle and an eye.

That is the emblem of the Temple of Final Vision.

At his waist hung a ceremonial longsword, simply decorated yet exuding a chilling aura.

Two Holy Knights followed closely behind him.

The one on the left is holding a tower shield in both hands. The shield is as tall as a person, and the same inverted triangular eye emblem is engraved on the gray-white shield surface.

The one on the right has a long sword hanging from his waist on each side, with the hilts on the left and right respectively. He walks with a low center of gravity and steady steps, ready to draw his sword and fight at any time.

The middle-aged knight commander, standing in the middle of the scree slope, about a hundred paces from the outpost, suddenly raised his hand!

The entire team stopped at the same time!

With their formation unchanged, the three people moved in perfect unison, like puppets held together by the same invisible thread.

He stood on the gravel slope, his sharp gaze sweeping across the dilapidated stone outpost ahead.

From Motu's hiding position, his line of sight was directly aligned with the direction of the thick stone pillar where Rolin was hiding!

"People from the Orpeci Dragon's Nest Legion?"

He spoke, his voice not loud, but extremely penetrating. Even across the gravel slope of over a hundred paces, every word was clearly heard by everyone: "Your garrison's reaction is certainly quick. You've barely broken through the border blockade, and there are already more people coming."

He paused, his gaze seemingly piercing through the stone pillar, looking directly at the figure hidden behind it: "Come out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the inverted triangular eye emblem on his shoulder armor suddenly lit up!

Golden light radiated outward from the center of the emblem, spreading rapidly along the fish-scale-like patterns on the surface of the armor to the entire body!

Holy power flowed and surged across the surface of the armor like living mercury, exuding a sacred and solemn aura!

"This ambush cannot escape the eyes of the ultimate observer."

As he said this, golden light exploded from his body!

Spreading in all directions!

The light fell on the [Shadow of Darkness] field magic spell that Akino had set up.

The grayish-white mist, like smoke blown away by an invisible gale, rose from the ground and quickly dissipated!

Motu clearly felt that the layer of concealment and hiding that had enveloped him had disappeared!

He looked down at his own claws.

The cold blue scales were completely exposed under the golden holy light!

Akino's [Shadow of Darkness] has been broken.

From behind the stone pillar, Roland slowly walked out.

His pace was slow, the hem of the standard robe of the Holy Blood Tower gently brushing against the gravel beneath his feet.

His silver-gray vertical pupils were devoid of any emotion, as calm as a deep pool.

The short staff leaned against his side, its head inlaid with a dark red crystal core, which, in the interplay of mist and holy light, resembled a half-closed eye, indifferently gazing ahead.

Akino followed on his right, taking out a uniquely shaped staff from his storage ring.

The staff is a deep blue with spiraling silver patterns engraved on its surface, a style quite different from Rolin's dark red short staff.

At the end of the cane was tied a half-burnt tobacco cigarette, still emitting wisps of smoke.

This was the first time Motu had ever seen Qiuye's wizard's staff.

Roland's gaze fell on the middle-aged knight commander at the front.

He paused for a moment on the special medal on the other man's shoulder armor that represented his status as a knight commander, and frowned slightly.

"What is your objective in this infiltration mission? It's actually led by the Knight Commander himself."

The Knight Commander was also sizing up Rolin.

From top to bottom, from the standard robes of the Tower of Holy Blood to the short staff in his hand, his gaze finally settled on Rolin's unique silver-gray vertical pupils.

"Important task, cannot be disclosed."

He paused for a moment, then a rough, calloused smile appeared on his lips.

When the knight commander spoke again, his tone carried an undisguised scrutiny and provocation: "Rorin the Bloodthirsty. I've heard of you; in our land, your name is quite renowned."

His gaze was sharp as a knife. "A mere second-circle wizard was able to break through the defenses of more than a dozen members of our Holy Punishment Knights on Gray Sky Plains and kill a Judgment Priest."

He paused for a moment, as if savoring this achievement, before remarking with slight emotion, "It seems that the so-called Dragonblood Wizards are indeed a bit stronger than those ordinary wizards."

Luo Lin slowly shook his head, his face still expressionless.

"They're just empty titles."

His silver-gray vertical pupils calmly met the knight commander's scrutinizing gaze.

"As for you, I've heard that there are seventeen Knight Commanders in the Temple of Final Vision. May I ask which one you belong to?"

Upon hearing this, the knight commander's provocative smile faded, and his expression gradually became solemn.

He clenched his right fist, placed it against his chest, and performed a standard knightly salute, bowing slightly.

The tone changed from provocative to serious.

"Terens, captain of the Ninth Knight Squad of the Holy Punishment Knights."

""

He raised his head, golden holy power burning in his pupils.

Please enlighten me.