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

Three days.

Over the next three days, Motu spent most of his time adapting to his new body.

First order.

This is a watershed moment in the biological hierarchy of the continent of Valen.

This plane is rich in magical elements. Apart from some ordinary things, anyone with a bloodline with a little potential will unconsciously absorb some magical energy into their body.

Some exceptional individuals can even condense a magic core within their bodies, achieving a level of individual development beyond the norm.

However, 90% of them can only remain at the level of saprophytic species.

Mud-borne species, as the name suggests, have flesh and magic power that are as murky as mud. They evolve by instinct and devouring other creatures. They are generally beasts that can only fight with their flesh and blood.

Between them and first-tier magical beasts lies a chasm called the Extraordinary.

At this moment, Motu is standing on the other side of this insurmountable chasm.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the deepest part of his body.

There, the bones were no longer pure bone structures, but rather had a layer of dark bronze patterns, as if some ancient inscription had been forged deep into the bones.

The lines spread along the ribs, spine, and limb bones, each radiating a faint metallic sheen.

Body of black iron.

This is the dragon race's term for a first-tier physique.

The term "black iron" does not refer to its color, but rather to its defensive level, which is strong enough to withstand the physical force of ordinary sword and blade strikes.

But for creatures with dragon blood flowing through their veins, the body of black iron has another meaning: localized metallization.

Motu opened his eyes and raised his right paw.

With a thought, the scales on the back of his claws suddenly darkened, and the original dark blue luster was replaced by a layer of bluish-gray metallic texture.

The blue dragon tentatively tapped the nail with its left claw, producing a crisp metallic clang.

hard.

But it's not the whole body yet.

Currently, the areas that can be metallized are only the forelimbs and parts of the chest cavity, and it is still far from being able to cover the whole body.

However, for a first-tier dragon bloodline, this is already a pretty good starting point.

Shark White squatted at the cave entrance, watching Motu tapping and tinkering with its claws, its eyes full of envy.

"Alright, alright, I know you're amazing."

It swallowed the river fish, which it had already half-eaten, whole.

"You've been showing off for three days already, isn't that enough?"

Motu glanced at it: "This is called getting familiar with your body, not showing off."

"Familiar with the body?"

The shark's white skin split open with three layers of serrations.

"Then why don't you familiarize yourself with our target later?"

That shallow-water crocodile is a Tier 1 creature. Although it's not a dragon blood species, it's still not something a mud species can handle.

I was thinking, once you've dealt with it, I'll swallow its crystal core and experience what it's like to have a body of black iron.

"What's the rush?"

Motu retracted his claws, his tone indifferent.

Are you sure it's still in the same place?

"Of course!"

The white shark suddenly perked up, poking half its body out of the hole, its tail slapping the ground with a loud cracking sound.

"I haven't had a moment's rest these past three days! That old crocodile lives on the riverbank about two miles upstream from our river. It occupies a large stretch of sand all to itself and spends its days lying there sunbathing. It's very lazy. It only moves around a bit when it hunts each evening."

It paused, a hint of indignation appearing on its face:

"I went to see it last month. It had just advanced to the next level and was lying on the beach. I could tell from afar that its aura was off, so I didn't dare to get close."

But I remember that location, that nest, very clearly!

Motu nodded and stood up.

His body size had increased again compared to three days ago, a natural result of his advancement to the next level.

Originally, he was about the same height as Sha Bai, but now he is slightly taller than him by half a head.

The deep blue scales gleamed with a cold light in the dim cave light, each one tightly bound together with sharp, blade-like edges.

"Then let's go," he said.

Shark White immediately jumped up, its three-layered serrated edges splitting open to reveal a vicious smile.

The river of the Dark Forest meanders down from the heart of the Dragon Nest Mother, through Farm No. 3, and finally flows into an unknown distance.

Motu and Shark White went upstream along the riverbank.

The riverbanks are covered with dense ferns and moss-covered decaying wood, and the air is filled with the damp smell of humus.

The river is not deep, but the current is not slow. Occasionally, you can see schools of silvery fish swimming underwater, their scales reflecting tiny glimmers of light.

Shark White walked ahead, chattering away with great enthusiasm.

"Motu, let me tell you, that old crocodile really needs to be taught a lesson. Do you know how arrogant it was when it stole our Frost Serpent last month?"

"You said that."

"Did I say that? I'll say it again!"

Shark White completely ignored Mo Tu's reaction and continued talking to himself.

"I squatted there for three whole days! Three whole days! Just for that Frost Serpent."

The snake was as thick as an adult's thigh and nearly two meters long from head to tail. Its entire body was covered in ice-blue scales, making it quite beautiful.

Do you know how nutritious the flesh of the Frost Serpent is?

That thing contains residual water-based magic power; eating it can directly strengthen one's physique!

I deliberately chose to do it when it was shedding its skin, because that's when it's at its weakest—”

"And then the old crocodile snatched you away." Motu showed no mercy in his companion's attack.

The shark's voice stopped abruptly, its three-layered serrated teeth making a grinding sound.

"……right."

Its voice lowered, carrying suppressed anger.

That night, for some reason, the fish in the river suddenly went berserk, and a dark mass of them darted upwards.

Our formation was broken up by the school of fish, and the Frost Serpent also took the opportunity to try to escape.

I was chasing the snake when the old crocodile suddenly emerged from the water!

Just one bite, just one bite!

It bit the two-meter-long Frost Serpent whole, and with a flick of its head, swallowed most of it whole!

"When I came to my senses, I saw that the old man still had half a snake tail hanging from the corner of his mouth, and he swallowed it all with a gulp."

Then it glanced at me, slowly sank back to the bottom of the water, without making a sound.

Shark White stopped, turned around and looked at Mo Tu, his vertical pupils filled with grievance and anger:

"We've been staking out our prey for three days! And in those three days, it just snatched it away! Don't you think it deserved to die?"

Motu remained silent.

He remembered this.

At that time, he had only been there a short time and was still getting used to the dragon body, so his strength was far less than it is now.

When Shark White returned to him, he was covered in mud, his scales were all ripped open, and he kept repeating the same sentence: "That old crocodile, I remember him."

Later, Shark White, still unconvinced, found some free time and went upstream alone to find the old crocodile's lair, wanting to demand an explanation.

As a result, they saw the shallow-water crocodile lying on a beach sunbathing in the distance, surrounded by faint water-based magical energy fluctuations.

It has advanced to the next level.

Shark White lay in the bushes by the river all day, but in the end, he didn't dare to make a move and slunk back.

…………

The old crocodile's territory is not hard to find.

As Shark White said, about two miles upstream along the riverbank, the river makes a bend here, carving out a wide pebble beach.

Scattered on the mudflats are several dead trees, uprooted by the river, their roots exposed and intertwined, forming a natural shelter. Further up is a gentle slope covered with waist-high reeds and cattails.

In the very center of that pebble beach, a huge shallow-water crocodile was lying there sunbathing.

It is over four meters long, with a grayish-brown carapace covered with thick, plate-like scales, the edges of which are jagged and covered with old scars from battles. Its limbs are as thick as tree trunks, with webbed toes, and its tail, which accounts for half the length of its body, drags heavily behind it like a giant bone hammer.

Its head is flat and broad, with the snout taking up most of the head. Two rows of teeth are interlocked and exposed, and even with its mouth closed, you can see the serrated edges.

At this moment, the enormous creature lay motionless with its eyes closed.

Its belly was covered with pebbles, its limbs were outstretched, and the tip of its tail was submerged in the river water, swaying gently with the current.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the tree canopy, dappling its grayish-brown scales with an oily sheen.

Motu and Shark emerged from the bushes on the riverbank, their footsteps making soft rustling sounds as they stepped on the pebbles.

The shallow-water crocodile's eyelids twitched.

It didn't open its eyes immediately, but its tail swung more vigorously, splashing water everywhere.

Then, it slowly opened its yellowish-brown eyes, its vertical pupils shrinking into thin lines in the sunlight.

It spotted two uninvited guests standing on the pebble beach.

One blue dragon, one white dragon.

They were all small, looking like cubs that hadn't fully grown.

The shallow-water crocodile tilted its head, a hint of doubt flashing in its yellowish-brown eyes.

It didn't recognize the two dragons, but it could smell a faint sulfurous odor emanating from them.

The symbol of dragon's blood.

In the Dark Forest, this smell is not uncommon; Lady Olpesia releases at least eight hundred to a thousand dragons and wyverns every year.

There are all kinds of creatures: those that swim in the river, those that fly in the sky, and those that run on the ground.

It yawned, showing no intention of getting up.

They're just two cubs, what's there to worry about?

But Shark White couldn't hold back any longer.

It lunged forward two steps from behind Motu, its three layers of serrated teeth fully extended, its vertical pupils wide open, and it began to roar, pointing at the shallow-water crocodile's nose:

"Old man! Do you still recognize me?!"

The shallow-water crocodile's eyelids drooped, as if it found the little white dragon quite noisy.

"Last month! At the beginning of the month! Downstream in this river, on the night of the fish riot!"

The sound of the shark grew louder and louder.

"You emerged from the water and stole one of our Frost Serpents!"

Two meters long, with ice-blue scales, it had just molted! You swallowed it whole! You forgot?!

The shallow-water crocodile tilted its head again, its brownish-yellow eyes darting around, as if trying to recall something.

It has some recollection of this.

Last month, at the beginning of the month, on the night of the fish riot, it did indeed emerge from the water and carry a snake in its mouth.

It was a very large snake, its ice-blue scales shimmering in the moonlight, its flesh plump and melt-in-your-mouth tender.

It remembered that the snake was very nutritious; after eating it, it felt warm all over and slept at the bottom of the water for two days before it finished digesting it.

As for these two dragons...

The shallow-water crocodile squinted at the white shark, then looked at the blue dragon behind it.

It looks familiar.

They seem to be neighbors living downstream. I can occasionally smell their scent, but I've never actually seen them.

In its eyes, these little creatures with dragon blood were no different from the fish in the river.

These are all very ordinary things in this breeding farm.

It has a bad memory and has long forgotten what happened a month ago. It has also experienced many disputes between territories in daily life, and it is common for it to both rob and be robbed.

In this dark forest, reasoning is useless; might makes right.

However... it was in a good mood today, the sun was shining comfortably, and it wasn't hungry, so it was too lazy to argue with the two little pups.

The shallow-water crocodile slowly turned its head, yawned, rested its head back on the pebble, and closed its eyes.

That posture clearly said: What's all the noise about? I can't be bothered with you.