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

According to "The Shadow of Eclipse", in the Blood Moon War of the 427th year of the Blood Calendar, the leading sixth-ring Sun-level wizard was Lord Anthony Monroe.

He meticulously set up an isolation and stasis field, leading a group of Silvermoon wizards in a bloody battle against the trapped Freud for months before finally achieving victory.

She paused, her tone now carrying a hint of respect.

"However, since then, Lord Anthony and his wizards have stayed at home, devoting themselves to studying the blood moon in the sky and analyzing its divine nature."

The current headmaster of the Holy Blood Tower is Lord March, a disciple of Lord Anthony, who is rumored to be a fifth-ring Silver Moon level wizard.

Motu's vertical pupils contracted slightly.

The sixth ring of the sun, dominating the divine war.

Five rings of silver moon, presiding over one tower.

The value of this ranking system was much higher than he had anticipated.

"Oh, right."

Akino seemed to remember something, and his tone became more casual.

"Our current direct superior to the defense team is Lord Ma Yi, a Morning Star Wizard from another plane, a fourth-ring wizard."

She smiled, a smile that carried a hint of intimacy and teasing towards her superior.

"Lady Mai often complained to us in private that she arrived late, after the Blood Moon War, and was unable to get a share of the spoils from that landmark victory. She could only do some peripheral work such as security and defense."

Motu remained silent.

His mind was processing this information.

The first ring is sparks, the second is runes, the third is weaving, the fourth is morning stars, the fifth is silver moon, and the sixth is the rising sun.

At the fifth ring, one can participate in the God Wars; at the sixth ring, one can even lead the capture plan against gods of medium power.

Although it is rumored that the God of Blood, Frud, had clashed with other gods before being captured, and was temporarily injured, thus weakening his fighting power, which allowed the group of wizards to take advantage of the situation and launch a successful sneak attack.

But that was a god of moderate divine power.

A god of moderate divine power has a significant impact on the continent of Valen with every action.

Frude's capture directly led to the decline of the once-glorious Holy Blood Clan, and indirectly loosened the bloodline shackles of the creatures living on the continent of Valen, giving them the possibility of increasing their bloodline concentration and returning to their ancestral origins.

In a sense, the Blue Dragon was also a beneficiary of this God Hunting Operation.

The bloodline evolution quest shown by his cheat code, and his conversation with a dragonblood wizard right now—all of these can be traced back to that bloody war that lasted for months.

The isolating stasis field that trapped Freud, the sorcery that prevented a mid-level god from escaping, was created by a sixth-ring Sun Wizard.

Slightly gathering his scattered thoughts, Mo Tu turned his gaze from the river to Qiu Ye and asked a question that was somewhat relevant to him.

"Where do we dragonbloods roughly stand in the wizarding hierarchy?"

Akino tilted his head, seemingly calculating, or perhaps thinking about how to express himself.

"The combat strength of dragons is based on their physical bodies, while the combat strength of us wizards is based on our flexible systems."

Both have their strengths, so if we have to compare them...

Dragon bloodlines are born with a bloodline concentration of over 60%, which is what is known as a true dragon. After reaching adulthood, they can generally rival those of a three-ring weaver.

Of course, there are even more powerful beings among the true dragons. Ancient dragons and descendants of dragon gods are beyond my ability to comment on.

"As for you frosty creatures..."

At this point, she smiled, a smile with a peculiar meaning.

"Very few people can obtain the Bloodline Extraction Potion to break through to the True Dragon level."

Most Frostborns remain at a level below the second ring throughout their entire lives, doing menial tasks like patrolling and providing auxiliary defense within the Dragon Nest Legion.

Akino's words sounded like a statement of fact, yet also like a deliberate hint.

Motu remained silent for a few moments, then pretended not to hear. He took the pickaxe he had obtained from the dragonborn kobold from his back, held it horizontally between his paws, and handed it to Qiuye.

"Take a look at this for me."

Akino's gaze fell on the pickaxe.

She glanced at the pickaxe first.

The iron was rusted and worn, with dark red, blood-like streaks mixed in with the metal.

Then her gaze shifted to the pickaxe, where the crooked lines revealed a unique meaning.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, then relaxed.

"Runes," she said. "Basic Sharpness Runes."

"Sharp?" Motu asked.

"Yes. The purpose of this rune is to increase the sharpness of the pickaxe blade while reducing the user's physical exertion. For example, when mining, each strike will go deeper and require less effort than with a regular pickaxe."

She traced the lines of the rune with her fingertip, drawing it along its direction.

"The person who carved this rune is clumsy, but the structure is correct. It's a basic rune, not complicated, suitable for beginners to practice with."

She raised her eyes, and Mo Tu's figure was reflected in her deep brown vertical pupils, with a knowing and amused look in them.

"So, picking up the gear was just a side trip. That's the real reason you came looking for me so early in the morning, right?"

Motu met her gaze and did not deny it: "I want to analyze this rune."

Akino stared at him for a few seconds, then smiled.

"Analyzing runes isn't just about drawing their shapes."

She took the pickaxe from Motu's claw, weighed it in her hand, and...

"You need to understand why it's this shape, why the direction, depth, and spacing of each stroke are the way they are and not the way they are. You need to know its magical flow path, how the magic travels from the starting point to the end point when the rune is activated."

She returned the pickaxe to Motu.

"I can help you with this task."

But wizards always believe in equal exchange, even if we are teammates.

Therefore, I have one condition.

Blue Dragon frowned slightly: "What are the conditions?"

Akino turned his head, gazing at the thin mist swirling in the distant valley. After a moment's thought, he casually spoke:

"Right now... it seems like there's nothing you can do to help me."

"Alright, this time I'll teach you how to analyze this Sharp Rune. In exchange, I need a promise from you to do me a small favor in the future."

Motu pondered for a long time, then nodded solemnly: "I agree."

When Akino saw Lanlong's serious expression, as if facing a formidable enemy, he was first taken aback, then burst out laughing.

She reached out and patted Lanlong's strong arm hard.

"Hey, relax a bit, don't be so tense like you're going into battle."

She smiled and shook her head, her vertical pupils revealing a mixture of a senior's teasing and helplessness.

"It's just teaching you how to understand a basic rune. This level of knowledge isn't that valuable, and it's not worth risking your life for."

Don't worry, if I ever need your help, and you feel the matter is too difficult, too risky, or beyond your capabilities, you can simply shake your head and refuse.

This promise is not a contract of servitude.

Qiu Ye's casual and tolerant tone made Mo Tu relax his tense shoulders a little, but the seriousness in his eyes did not disappear.

He bowed his head slightly, his attitude sincere:

"Analyzing a basic rune might not be a big deal for a senior like me, but for me now, it would take quite a while to figure it out on my own."

I'll remember this kindness. Don't worry, Vice Captain, if there's ever anything I can do to help you, I'll definitely do my best.

These words, spoken in a calm tone, revealed a youthful earnestness.

As Akino listened, the friendly and casual smile on his face slowly faded.

She straightened up slightly from her leaning against the rock, her deep brown vertical pupils lingering on Motu's face for two seconds, the playfulness in them replaced by a purer scrutiny.

Then she didn't say anything, but took out a flint from her sleeve, lit a new herb roll with a snap, took a deep breath, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"OK!"