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

On the other side, the green tiles also got into a fight.

Her fighting style was more brutal. Facing another Blood Sand Eagle that pounced on the Blue Dragon, she flapped her wings and her huge body crashed into it like a cannonball!

"Thump!"

A muffled thud came from the air.

The blood desert eagle clearly hadn't expected such a brutal response and was immediately thrown off balance, one of its wings twisting unnaturally with a clear cracking sound.

It cried out in pain, lost its balance, and tumbled downwards.

Green Tile followed closely behind, swooping down to land. Its four powerful dragon claws precisely pinned down the struggling wings of the Blood Sand Eagle, firmly securing it to the muddy ground.

She lowered her head, her serrated mouth opening wide, then suddenly closing!

"Snap—!"

A chilling cracking sound rang out.

The Blood Eagle's neck bone was easily snapped, and all its struggles ceased instantly, leaving only slight nerve twitches in its extremities.

Motu walked to the edge of the swamp.

The blood eagle he shot down was half-buried in the mud, still futilely flapping its uninjured wings, stirring up more black mud.

The paralyzing effect caused by the electric arc had not completely subsided; its movements were stiff and uncoordinated, and the fierce glint in its eyes had not diminished, yet it was powerless to take flight again.

Without hesitation, Motu extended his dragon claw and precisely pierced the chest cavity. After a brief search, he extracted a crystal the size of a pigeon egg, with a rough texture and a faint grayish luster.

A first-tier magical beast core, with very little energy.

Looking at the obviously worthless monster core in his hand, the blue dragon slightly curled its lip, but didn't seem to mind and put it into its scales.

Meanwhile, Green Tile had already finished dealing with her spoils.

She was squatting beside the carcass of the Blood Sand Eagle, using her claws to pry open the raptor's stiff mouthparts and forcefully pulling out a curved, hard, dark red beak with a barbed tip.

"Why are you taking this?" Motu asked, puzzled.

Green Tile looked up and stared at him as if he were a monster: "Military insignia! You don't know that?"

She brandished the bloodstained eagle beak in her hand.

"For every one of these things you kill, you can register it with the quartermaster at the camp with its beak and get 10 military merits."

This is our team's hard currency!

Military merits?

Motu was taken aback.

In the few days since arriving at the border defense team, he has been busy adapting and training, and has not really had time to learn about the relevant regulations in detail.

"What exactly can military merits get us in our auxiliary defense team?" he asked.

"There are so many things we can exchange!"

The green tile immediately perked up and started counting with its paws.

"Delicious jerky and fruit! Sparkling gems and minerals! Last time I used my accumulated military merits to exchange for a little ruby ​​with Akino, it's so pretty!"

As she spoke, she carefully picked out a ruby ​​the size of a soybean, roughly cut but brightly colored, from under the scales on the side of its neck. She showed it to the blue dragon in the dim light, her face full of satisfaction.

Motu stared at the ruby, speechless.

"this one?"

"What's wrong with this? It's so beautiful!"

Green Tiles carefully put away the ruby.

"If you want to exchange it for something else, that's fine too—weapons, equipment, medicine, knowledge… you can exchange it for anything. Military merit is money, after all."

Upon hearing this, Mo Tu seemed to understand something and kept it in mind.

After thinking for a moment, he turned around and walked to the corpse of the Blood Sand Eagle, and following Green Tile's example, pulled off the eagle's beak.

After completing this task, the blue dragon once again activated its magical perception, carefully scanning the surrounding area of ​​several hundred meters. It confirmed that apart from the gradually dissipating bloody smell and traces of magical energy, there were no other Blood Sand Eagles or threats approaching. Only then did it refocus its attention on the cliff face.

He crouched down and began carefully collecting the dark red blood moss.

The plant was more delicate than he had expected; it would crumble into dark red powder if he applied too much force, and if he applied too little force, he couldn’t peel it off completely from the damp rock.

He tried several times before he gradually mastered the just-right, gentle, and steady peeling force.

Thick, soft pieces of blood moss were carefully removed and placed into a sturdy animal skin bag prepared before departure.

In the end, he collected enough for five doses of the potion.

Motu carefully tied the opening of the animal skin bag tightly, then secured it by wedging it into a relatively wide gap in the scales around his waist. He then stood up.

"Next stop," he said, looking at the green tiles, "Mirror Lake."

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Mirror Lake.

The wind pressure generated by the wings swept across the lake, creating ripples.

The two dragons landed on the familiar lake shore, which smelled of green grass and damp earth.

The scenery before me remained tranquil, with the smooth, mirror-like lake reflecting the drifting clouds, and the dense reeds on the shore rustling in the morning breeze. Everything seemed no different from yesterday.

But Motu did not act immediately. He stopped where he was, closed his eyes, and calmed his mind.

Magic perception.

The mental energy, like an invisible tide, cautiously and firmly spread outward from the core of consciousness, covering an area of ​​about twenty steps around him.

In an instant, a completely different world unfolded before his eyes.

It is no longer just a simple visual spectacle.

Beneath my feet, in the soft soil, the faint pulse of life emanates from plant roots and tiny insects; in the clear lake water, the lively yet scattered magical ripples created by schools of fish swimming; in the crevices of the rocks on the shore, the almost negligible glimmer of light emanates from the friction of insect carapaces…

Everything imbued with magic transforms within the perception range into lamps of varying brightness, color, and nature, outlining a dynamic and delicate energy map.

Then he "saw" them, deep in the area on the east side of the lake, where the reeds and shrubs were even denser.

Five dark, viscous clumps of magical energy, like murky puddles lurking in the shadows, exuded the stench of swamp creatures, a stench of decay and sweetness.

At the first tier, their magical power is not high, but they are numerous and carry a clear sense of territory and a hint of hostility.

Swamp lizard.

But almost at the same time, he also sensed another soft and cool spot of light not far from the five dark green sources of magic.

They are like scattered moonlight on the ground, radiating a pure and gentle ripple.

It is moonflower.

Motu opened his eyes, his golden vertical pupils precisely aimed at the reeds.

Through the dense vegetation, a few dark green scales with irregular patterns flashed by in the sunlight filtering through the leaves.

"Be careful, over there, deep in the reeds, there are five swamp lizards," he warned his companion.

Green Tile, instead of being alarmed, was delighted. It slapped its tail hard on the grass, its emerald green vertical pupils instantly blazing with a warlike light, and its serrated mouth widened in a fierce grin.

"What's there to be afraid of? Just a few little lizards!"

"Our target is the grass, not the lizard," Motu reminded him, his tone thoughtful. "Going around it will save us time."

But Green Tile clearly doesn't think so.

"What are you doing, running around like that! How could a dragon be such a coward! If you ask me, just clean it up properly before you start harvesting, so they don't cause any trouble!"

Before she finished speaking, she was like a green whirlwind, rushing straight towards the reeds with an excited growl!