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

Having received Motu's promise, Green Tile stood up, pretended to look around, puffed out his chest and raised his head, striking a dutiful sentry pose.

However, every now and then her gaze would uncontrollably drift back to the blue dragon, staring intently at the moonshadow moss he was processing.

Green Tile quickly calculated the value of each cluster in his mind, and how many glittering military merit points his one percent could be converted into.

When Motu perfectly peeled off, sealed, and put the last clump of Moonshadow Moss into the metal box, Green Tile almost immediately ended her vigilant performance.

"All done? Let's go! Let's go back!"

She urged him on, not even mentioning Mirror Lake, where she usually went to catch fish, as if afraid of delaying her from exchanging military merits.

The two dragons took off again.

After flying some distance, Green Tile suddenly turned its head, its eyes darting around, and spoke:

"That... Iron Bones..."

"Speak," Motu said, knowing she definitely had more to say.

"If I encounter this kind of grass again next time..."

She carefully chose her words.

"How about I help you pick them? I... uh, I learn things very quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Tu glanced at her sideways, his golden vertical pupils holding a hint of scrutiny.

"You just said that once the roots are cut off, it's worthless."

"I can learn!"

The green tiles stood tall, proud and self-assured.

"I'll definitely learn that invisible hand technique you just used after watching it a few more times! If I really can't, I'll just use my claws less forcefully!"

Motu paused for two seconds, seemingly considering the feasibility of the proposal, before offering a solution that instantly changed Green Tile's attitude:

"When you get back, you can borrow my book, 'General Fundamentals of Potions,' which contains general principles and techniques for material collection and processing."

That way, you won't miss out on high-value potions next time you come across one.

"Reading—a book—?!"

Green Tile's voice suddenly rose, her face filled with resistance, as if Motu was suggesting she go and chew on stones.

"It's such a thick book! The text is so dense! It makes me want to sleep!"

"You'll learn it once you learn it," Motu calmly repeated her words.

The green tile's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, while its tail lashed out in the air with a whistling sound.

After hesitating for a while, she deflated like a punctured balloon and mumbled:

"...Well, I'll think about it some more."

Hearing the other party's very resistant tone, Mo Tu's lips twitched almost imperceptibly upwards, but quickly returned to their straight state.

On the way back, he took stock of his harvest.

Complete moonshadow moss, six clumps.

According to the internal exchange list provided by Qiuye, each cluster of this quality Moonshadow Moss is worth 50 military merits.

These six clusters alone amount to 300 military merits.

Adding the basic 3 military merits from today's routine patrol, and the 30 military merit tokens obtained from killing three Blood Desert Eagles, the total potential military merits gained today are as high as 333 points.

This efficiency far surpasses that of simply hunting down first-tier Blood Sand Eagles.

Of course, Moonshadow Moss is not everywhere, and Blood Sand Eagles don't deliver it every day. Moreover, according to the agreement, Green Tile must also share 10% of today's harvest.

But in any case, this was definitely the day with the highest single-day income Motu had ever earned since joining the mixed defense team.

I just unlocked the crafting blueprint for the Dragonblood Wand, and there are still a lot of materials to exchange for.

To paraphrase a saying from my hometown on Earth, this is like a pillow arriving just when you're about to fall asleep.

He carefully put away the metal box containing the moonshadow moss and the leather bag containing the eagle's beak, securing them securely under the scales.

"It's time to go back."

He circled his wings, preparing to turn back.

Green Tile was also preparing to turn low, but her ears suddenly turned at an extremely slight angle, and her nostrils twitched rapidly several times.

The next instant, her emerald green vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and the slight relaxation brought on by the gains was instantly replaced by alertness.

"It smells...a very strong smell of blood."

Her voice was low, carrying the solemnity of a predator.

"Not a beast... but... a dragon bloodline like ours!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Tu tensed up, and his magical power instantly became more restrained and vigilant. His invisible perception spread rapidly outward from him like a pebble thrown into water.

Almost as soon as Green Tile finished speaking, his magical perception had already detected and locked onto the source of the anomaly.

About two miles to the southwest, several unfamiliar signs of life, out of place in the border environment, stood out like fireflies in the night.

It wasn't a common monster found in the swamp, nor a domesticated ferocious bird like the Blood Sand Eagle, but... a human.

More accurately, they are humans mixed with the aura of dragon blood.

The aura hovered on the edge of magical perception, like a blurry and murky oil stain.

It possesses both the soul fluctuations of humans and the unique, even faint, yet still intensely sweet and pungent, blood of dragons.

"past."

Motu made his decision very quickly, his voice low.

He immediately changed his flight attitude, switching from regular cruising to silent low-altitude gliding, his wings almost level with the branches of the withered trees above the swamp, making the most of the terrain and vegetation for cover.

The green tiles understood immediately and followed suit.

She tightly tucked her three forked tails together, with the bony spikes at the ends pressed against her scales, and lowered her entire body in a streamlined manner to minimize wind resistance and any possible noise.

The two dragons, like two silent shadows, stealthily approached their target.

It was a rather secluded valley, its entrance cleverly concealed behind several huge, dead trees that had fallen due to a landslide. Unless one was deliberately searching for it, it was easy to miss when flying at high speed through the air.

Motu found the entrance precisely by following the increasingly strong, almost nauseating, sweet and fishy smell of dragon's blood.

He chose to land on a relatively thick branch of a giant, horizontal tree, his movements light and nimble, barely disturbing the dead leaves.

The green tile then fell to his side.

The two dragons tacitly concealed all their obvious life and magic fluctuations, becoming like two lifeless rocks.

Through the gaps between the intertwined branches of the giant trees, the view of the valley comes into view.

There were about five or six humans.

Their equipment was haphazard, with leather armor mixed with coarse cloth clothing, and some even wearing half-body chainmail rusted with rust, clearly indicating they were not a regular army.

However, the weapons they carried revealed a clear purpose.

A barbed crossbow gleaming with a cold light, a massive hunting net of exceptional resilience with metal barbs along its edges, and a heavy metal chain etched with oppressive runes...

Each one was specifically designed to deal with the thick-skinned, powerful dragon blood species.

Motu's gaze lingered on the barbed crossbows for a moment.

He recognized this vicious weapon; the arrowhead was not a simple penetrating design, but rather had complex reverse barbs. Once it pierced the scales, it was extremely difficult to remove unless the skin and flesh were torn off.

The barbs gleamed with an unnatural dark green light, clearly indicating that they had been soaked in some kind of poison or powerful numbing agent.

In the center of the valley camp, the scene was shocking.

A young wild dragon bloodline, even larger than Motu, was suspended in an extremely humiliating manner from a makeshift iron frame by rough hemp ropes and rune chains.

Its scales are grayish-brown and covered with mud and dried blood.

His limbs were stretched out and firmly fixed to the four corners of the iron frame. His neck was tightly suspended by a thick hemp rope that cut into his flesh, and his head drooped helplessly to one side.

Dark red, viscous blood was slowly and continuously dripping from a gruesome cut in its throat, eventually pooling into a small, glaring puddle on the ground below.

Its ribcage was violently ripped open by the hunter, its ribs were broken and turned outward by external force, revealing a body cavity that was much emptier inside.

Several vital internal organs have disappeared.

Next to it was a specially made, sealed container with magical runes, which was already nearly half full of dark red dragon blood that had undergone preliminary processing.

The runes on the inner wall of the container glowed faintly, clearly to prevent the blood from clotting and to maintain its activity.

"Tsk, that guy's death was really gruesome."

The green-tiled roof, which caught a glimpse of this scene from afar, pursed its lips and muttered something under its breath.

Motu turned to look at the green tiles with considerable surprise upon hearing this.

He saw that the other person's emerald green vertical pupils did not contain the anger or pity he had expected from discovering the murder of a fellow human being, but only an almost indifferent, evaluative expression.

This expression was like seeing a stray cat accidentally run over by a horse-drawn carriage on the roadside.

That's it.