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

Motu carefully examined the red dragon scales in his hand.

The remaining red dragon aura on this scale is still relatively fresh, but very weak.

Based on this, it can be inferred that this is a young individual with strength around the first rank, whose bloodline concentration is not high, and whose aura carries an immature and naive feeling.

Motu picked up the pickaxe again, brought it close to his nose, and sniffed it.

Sure enough, the dragon blood aura on the pickaxe was completely different.

It was a completely different taste from the scales.

It is faint, almost dissipating with time, but it is as mellow as a wine that has been aged for many years. Even if only a little bit remains, you can still feel its former weight.

That was the aura left by at least a second-tier or even higher-tier dragon-blooded magical beast, and it had been soaking into the pickaxe for a long time, penetrating into the molecular level of the iron.

One is fresh and fragile, the other is subtle yet mellow.

Two completely different dragon blood auras point to two individuals who are not on the same level at all.

Motu placed the scales and the pickaxe side by side and made a judgment in his mind.

This is not the same dragon.

The scale in the kobold's collection came from a red dragon that had recently advanced to the first rank. Its bloodline concentration was not high, and its strength was not particularly strong.

It was injured, its scales fell off, and it was picked up by the kobold.

Perhaps because the dog-headed human also has the bloodline of the red dragon, it naturally feels a sense of affinity with the same source of energy, so it treasures it like a precious gem.

The dragon blood staining the pickaxe came from another dragon.

A much stronger dragon-blooded magical beast, at least second-tier, and possibly even third-tier.

The aura had been lingering on the pickaxe for a long time, indicating that the pickaxe had been in contact with the dragon for an extended period.

Or rather, it was soaked in the blood of that dragon for a long time.

However, in terms of personal value alone, this recently detached red dragon scale was more attractive to Motu.

As if realizing something, Blue Dragon hurriedly rummaged through the odds and ends that Shark White had brought out from the kobold's lair, discarding most of the useless items, and finally picked up an object, a smile appearing on his face.

It was a crumpled animal hide.

Motu spread it out and laid it on the gravel.

The animal hide was yellowed and blackened by smoke, with curled edges and small holes from insects in several places, but the key drawings were still legible.

The center of the map depicts a large area of ​​rubble, represented by a bunch of crooked circles. Next to it is a short figure with a row of small protrusions on its head—that's the kobold itself.

Starting from this location, a charcoal line extends northward, passing through an area depicting withered tree branches, and eventually points to a pattern with a semi-circular dome.

That was the entrance to a mine.

A skull was painted next to the mine.

Next to the skull, the kobold drew several symbols in a pictorial manner.

A long, winding strip covered with countless tiny dots. That's a dragon, its body covered in scales.

Below the long strip, several wavy lines were drawn; the wavy lines were red. That was blood, lots of blood.

A cross was drawn next to the long strip, and an arrow was drawn on the cross pointing deep into the mine, meaning "lying still, inside".

Motu stared at the picture for a long time before piecing together the general outline of the story.

Initially, the kobolds found an abandoned mine.

That mine was once the dwelling place of a high-level dragon-blooded magical beast, but that beast later died.

He might have died at the hands of a wizard, or he might have died for some other reason; Motu didn't know.

But the pickaxe and dragon blood crystals both came from there, a long time ago.

Recently, a new resident has arrived at that mine.

A red dragon that had recently advanced to the first rank was seriously injured and was hiding deep in the mine to recuperate.

Its scales were broken during the battle and later fell off, where they were picked up by the kobolds.

When the kobolds instinctively discovered the mine, they probably thought they could mine and collect shiny stones inside as before.

But it discovered that the mine had been occupied by a wounded red dragon.

It was furious, but it dared not go in. It could only wait outside, day after day, until the red dragon died.

It pinned the map to the wall of the shack and glanced at it every time it went in and out, as if to remind itself.

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, that thing is about to die.

Unfortunately, it didn't live to see that day.

Perhaps that fresh scale was something the kobold accidentally picked up while loitering near the cave entrance.

Therefore, the injured Tier 1 dragon bloodline has a clue: the other party is very likely hiding in the mine cave where the dragonborn kobolds usually mine!

Motu put down the map and made up his mind.

In the Dark Forest, thanks to the strength of the dragon bloodline and relatively abundant resources, most dragon bloodlines have a considerable chance of breaking through to the first tier.

But they almost never stay there for long; instead, they immediately apply to join the Dragon Nest Legion, adding fresh blood to Ms. Olpesie's territory legion.

In other words, the five dragon breeding farms under the Nest Mother's command are the source of soldiers for the Dragon Nest Legion, continuously providing the army with the basic combat strength to support its protracted war against the Kingdom of Shane.

However, some dragon bloodlines broke through to the first rank, and even obtained the opportunity to advance to the second or third rank, but did not report to leave.

It's not that I don't want to leave, it's that I can't leave.

Because they lack the consciousness necessary for the basic functioning of society.

They don't think, they don't communicate, and they don't go to the Dragonman Overlord to report any departure procedures.

They only follow their instincts—hunting, sleeping, and guarding their territory.

They will remain in this dark forest forever, until they are killed by a stronger hunter or collected as materials by the wizards of the Holy Blood Tower.

This is another future for the Dragonblood race.

Motu looked down at the dark red scale.

A first-tier red dragon with frost embryo.

Moreover, he suffered quite a few injuries.

He recalled the task panel in his mind.

[Bloodline Evolution]: Kill a Tier 1 Dragon-type magical beast and absorb its bloodline essence. Reward: Bloodline concentration increased by 5%-8% (depending on the quality of the target).

Five percent to eight percent.

Adding his current 21.7%, it can reach over 26%.

We are one step closer to the threshold of becoming a true dragon.

This dark forest was built by the Nest Mother, Lady Olpesie, at great expense, and a huge number of dragon blood species live scattered throughout the forest.

If they went outside, they would miss this opportunity.

After all, those who manage to leave are all rational dragon bloodlines, and most of them have joined the Dragon Nest Legion.

We all eat from the same pot, and the crime of killing a colleague without authorization has never been light, from ancient times to the present.

Moreover, the dragon bloodline outside is at least at the first level in strength, and their intelligence attribute is not low, so it is not so easy to make a move.

To make good use of the [Ixtal] cheat, the key is high turnover; you need to complete various tasks as frequently as possible to obtain rewards.

Even if a task is considered easy to complete but has a much smaller reward, you shouldn't get stuck on a task node because of greed and waste a lot of time.

In an instant, the chaotic thoughts in Lanlong's mind converged into a single thought.

We must seize this opportunity; it's worth the risk!

"What are you thinking about?"

Shark White leaned closer, its head resting on Motu's shoulder, its vertical pupils fixed on the dragon blood crystal in his hand.

It looked at it for a while, then at the scales and map on the ground, and the three layers of serrations slowly opened up.

"What, another job?"

Before Blue Dragon could answer, Shark White added another sentence.

"By the way, when are we going to contact the Dragon Man Instructor?"

Now that we've both reached the first tier of strength, we should be able to apply to leave here and see the outside world!