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

After saying that, Green Tile suddenly changed direction and instead of continuing north along the planned patrol route, it flew eastward.

Motu hesitated for a moment, but still followed.

They passed over several low hills and gradually thinning trees, and the terrain ahead suddenly dropped, opening up a wider view.

A lake lies quietly nestled between the surrounding valleys.

The lake surface is as smooth as an unpolished giant mirror, perfectly reflecting the flowing clouds in the sky and the lush greenery on the shore.

The lake water was exceptionally clear, almost to the bottom, and you could see schools of fish swimming underwater, their scales occasionally reflecting sunlight, creating shimmering golden spots.

Mirror Lake.

The green tile roof rang out, carrying an undisguised sense of pride, as if it were announcing its territory.

"I discovered a secret base. When we get tired of patrolling, we come here to rest for a while and have a snack."

Before she finished speaking, she had already folded her wings and plunged into the lake.

"Splash—"

Water splashed high, and her dark green scales were gilded with a flowing, bright silver by the sunlight the moment she entered the water.

A few seconds later, the water broke open, and she popped her head out, her serrated mouth firmly holding a large, fat, still writhing gray-scaled fish.

She tossed her head back and flung the fish ashore.

The fish was thrown high into the air and landed on the grass by the lake. It was dizzy and disoriented. It bounced a few times in vain and then stopped moving.

"Get down here, Iron Bones!"

The green-tiled roof seemed to beckon to Motu from the lake, its tail splashing up a spray of water.

"The fish here have absolutely amazing meat! The taste is even more authentic than the fish farms run by Nest Mother!"

At this point, she seemed to recall some unpleasant experience, and angrily cursed:

"The fish that come out from there, whether they are caught from underground rivers in mountain caves or from rivers on the ground, always have a pungent smell of dragon blood!"

Occasionally, you might even encounter some impatient ones who dare to turn around and bite the dragon!

"It's all those wizards' fault, always messing around with some bloodline hybridization experiments, producing these monstrous things that are both unpalatable and difficult to handle!"

Green Tile's resentful complaints reminded Blue Dragon of the Black Earth Catfish Riotous School he and Shark White had encountered while hunting in the Dark Forest, and he nodded in agreement.

The fish went berserk, a dark mass, biting anything in sight. Even the frost snake they had been eyeing was attacked and bitten by the shallow-water crocodiles upstream, infuriating the shark white.

The jumbled memories subsided. Looking at the clear lake water and the fish clearly visible in it, Mo Tu hesitated for a moment before walking to the lakeside and stepping into the water.

The lake was shallower than he had expected; at its deepest point, it barely reached his shoulders. However, fishing was clearly a much more unfamiliar activity to him than flying.

Compared to the white shark, which is naturally adapted to water and has the bloodline of the megalodon, and the green tile, which has the bloodline of the hydra, the blue dragon really has no advantage in this regard.

His claws faced significant resistance in the water, making them far less agile than in the air, and their speed couldn't keep up with the slippery fish.

He struggled for a while, splashing water everywhere and making a mess of the lake, before finally managing to catch the two panicked fish with his claws.

Green Tile had already climbed ashore and was now gnawing on its big fish while watching Motu's performance with great interest.

Seeing his somewhat clumsy appearance, she grinned, her dragon-like serrated teeth gleaming, and mocked him mercilessly.

"Haha! Iron Bones, your fishing skills are completely unrelated to your nimble flying!"

Green Tile lay on the bank, gnawing on a fish while watching him make a fool of himself. The dragon, with its serrated teeth, grinned and laughed heartily.

"Your fish-catching skills are far inferior to your flying skills."

Motu ignored her, silently tossed the two spoils ashore, and then climbed out, soaking wet.

He shook his entire body of scales vigorously, sending countless tiny water droplets flying and soaking the grass where he landed.

The two dragons lay on the grassy lakeshore, enjoying their unexpected treat. The sunlight warmed their damp scales.

To Mo Tu's surprise, the fish in Mirror Lake were extremely fresh and tender, with a refreshing taste and almost no fishy smell. They were indeed far more delicious than any fish he had eaten in the Dark Forest.

The texture is somewhat similar to the sea bass from my past life.

Unfortunately, after transmigrating to this world, perhaps due to differences in physical structure, he had no resistance to eating raw prey.

Dragons have such large, furnace-like stomachs that they can even swallow mud and minerals whole, though the taste is rather unpleasant.

Of course, if the conditions are right, roasting the ingredients over a fire and then sprinkling on some fresh and fragrant seasonings will make it even more delicious.

You could even refer to Blue Star's cooking method and make something like steamed sea bass.

Human influence is widespread in this world, and the nearby Holy Blood Tower is also mainly inhabited by humans, so it shouldn't expose any weaknesses.

There was a Kuroki Market on the way here, wasn't there? Maybe we can go there sometime and see if they sell any spices, saving us the trouble of collecting them ourselves…

While Motu was distracted by a fish, Green Tile next to him had already eaten and drunk his fill.

The green dragon eats very quickly, almost like a whirlwind, and in no time at all, it has devoured a large fish, leaving only a complete skeleton.

She picked up the fish bone, casually tossed it to the bushes in the distance, licked her lips and paws, then relaxed and lay down, gazing at the shimmering lake surface, and began to mutter to herself.

"Do you think Akino is targeting me? Every time there's a new recruit, she makes me mentor them. I mentored Una last time, and I mentored Inigo the time before that. Why doesn't she let Una mentor them? That girl Una may be as timid as a quail, but she's quite skilled at fighting."

Motu didn't reply, but just slowly chewed the fish.

Green Tile didn't expect him to answer, and continued speaking on its own:

"Una is actually a very capable fighter, but she's too timid. Her hind legs could crush rocks like they were tofu. But when it comes to actual combat, she shrinks back; she thinks of running away before the fight even begins. Do you think that's going to work?"

This surprised Motu.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at the green tiles.

That timid girl who always huddled in the corner, spoke softly, and seemed quite introverted, was actually considered to have considerable fighting potential by her belligerent colleague.

"What about Inigo?" he asked.

"Inigo?"

Green Tile tilted its head, thought for a moment,

"Inigo is a blockhead. If you tell him to go east, he goes east; if you tell him to go west, he goes west; if you tell him to fight, he fights; if you tell him to retreat, he retreats. He has no ideas of his own, but he also doesn't make mistakes."

Would you call this a good teammate or a bad teammate?

After thinking for a moment, Motu gave an objective assessment: "At least they are reliable and stable teammates."

"Fine, I'll admit you spoke the truth."

Green Tile snorted, which was taken as approval.

She rested her head on her front paws, her vertical pupils gazing at the lake: "You saw the captain too, he always has a stern face and doesn't say a word. Akino said he wasn't like this before, but something happened and he changed. I don't know what happened, and he won't tell me when I ask."

Motu can actually understand. Everyone has their own past, and not all of the past is suitable to be talked about.

"And you?"

Green Tile suddenly turned to look at him, her eyes gleaming, as if this was her true purpose.

"I heard that when you were hanging out in that awful place, the Dark Forest, you were partnered with a white dragon? Was it you acting as a shield, drawing fire while he attacked from the sidelines?"

Motu nodded: "More or less."

"I knew it!"

Green Tile suddenly perked up, its tail slapping excitedly on the grass with soft, pattering sounds.

"With your iron will, you're perfect as a meat shield! From now on, we'll team up. You stand in front and take all the damage, while I flank from the side or behind and wreak havoc! I guarantee those Desert Eagles won't come back alive!"

Motu stopped chewing, then turned his head and looked at Green Tile with a strange expression:

"I remember... the core talent of the Hydra bloodline is its superhuman regeneration and recovery ability, right? It's rumored that at higher levels, it can even regenerate from a drop of blood. But even at this stage, it still has the ability to regenerate severed limbs."

"yes!"

At this point, the green tiles were still unaware of what was happening.

Upon hearing the other party admit it, Motu said quietly, "With such strong regenerative abilities, why don't you take the hit head-on while I attack from the side?"

Green Tile's eyes widened immediately.

"Why should I?!"

She sprang up from the ground, her dragon-like serrated teeth fully extended.

"Even though I can regenerate, it still hurts when I get hit! You're so tough, what's wrong with taking a couple of hits?"

Blue Dragon spoke with righteous indignation and conviction:

"You have strong regenerative abilities; you can recover after being hit. But when I'm hit, I'm truly hit. What if I lose a limb or something? Do you want me to become a crippled dragon?!"