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

"A map whose meaning is unclear."

Motu glanced at the wine flask, showing no interest whatsoever. "It's worthless."

"This stuff tastes really good! Won't you try some?"

Green Tile smacked his lips, as if still savoring the taste of the wine he had just drunk, while also strongly urging Blue Dragon to join in.

"Let me tell you, ever since Akino shared a pot with me, I've fallen in love with this stuff!"

She's so stingy! She only gives me a tiny bit each time, just enough for me to take a sip! She clearly has a whole cellar full of her own!

It forces me to go out and find alcohol myself every time!

As Green Tile finished speaking, her tone even carried a hint of complaint and childlike grievance.

Hearing this, Mo Tu felt a slight surprise.

The vice-captain Akino, who always wore a gentle smile and had cigarettes swirling between his fingers, was not only a formal first-ring wizard, but also a drunkard who secretly kept a wine cellar.

This dual identity is quite a contrast.

However, the inferior wheat wine that adventurers drank was far inferior in taste compared to the many wines that had been developed through successive generations of craftsmanship on Earth.

Moreover, Blue Dragon had no interest in tasting Green Tile's saliva, so he resolutely shook his head and refused.

Seeing that Motu insisted on refusing, Green Tile simply gulped down the rest of the wine in the wine bag.

"Tch, boring. Let's go, this place is stinky and unlucky."

Motu nodded, and his two enormous dragon wings suddenly unfurled, stirring up the damp, stagnant mist.

With a muffled blast of air, their massive bodies tore through the thick fog and soared into the sky.

The cold, clear light of the twin moons instantly bathed the scales, leaving the dark valley below, filled with the stench of decaying wine, far behind.

Motu flew ahead, maintaining a cautious cruising speed. Green Tile followed lazily behind.

As they flew over a relatively open area with thinner fog, Motu's magical perception, which had become exceptionally sharp due to his breakthrough, suddenly detected an extremely faint and fleeting unusual fluctuation.

The source is in the far distance, at the very end of sight.

It was the approximate location marked by the inverted triangular eye symbol on that leather map.

The ripple was extremely subtle, fleeting like a speck of dust falling into the water in the darkness, creating an almost imperceptible ripple.

This fluctuation was so faint that if Motu's perception hadn't been at its peak, he would have completely ignored it as natural background noise.

The feeling... was more like a pure and cold magical pulse that was deliberately suppressed and restrained to almost nothing.

It existed for only a fleeting moment.

Then, as if it had never existed, it vanished completely into the vast night and the complex magical field, leaving no trace.

Motu maintained its flight posture, but its golden vertical pupils turned slightly, sharply gazing at the distant canyon shrouded in the deep night and the shadows of undulating mountains.

Under the moonlight, only a blurry, dark outline that swallowed up the light could be seen.

Green Tile noticed his slight pause and quickened his pace to catch up, asking with a hint of alcohol in his voice, "What's wrong? What did you see?"

"It's nothing."

Motu withdrew his gaze, his tone returning to its usual calm.

"Perhaps my perception is wrong. Let's continue our return journey."

"oh."

Green Tile, unsuspecting, and Green Dragon, having finished his drink, became much more obedient and kept up with his pace.

The two dragons gradually disappeared into the depths of the night sky, where moonlight and mist intertwined, and flew towards the direction of the auxiliary defense team's base.

However, this quiet period did not last long.

The alcohol seemed to be really taking effect, and the green tile's flight path became somewhat erratic.

Her large wings no longer flapped steadily, but tilted slightly from time to time, and her huge body also shifted imperceptibly, like a giant kite that was struggling to maintain its stability in the air.

Motu noticed her condition and subtly slowed down, slightly adjusted his position, and flew to her side and behind, always maintaining a distance from which he could intervene at any time and stabilize her.

At the same time, I was also somewhat speechless.

We've only had one pot of wine! It's just a couple of sips!

You're supposed to be a dragon! Your alcohol tolerance is terrible!

And you're still encouraging me to drink this?!

Seriously, he's bad at the game but loves to play!

The flight continued as the blue dragon grumbled to itself. Moonlight occasionally pierced through the gaps in the clouds, scattering across the pitch-black swamp below, shattering into countless leaping, silvery-white specks of light, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the silent night.

During this seemingly calm flight, a violent disturbance suddenly came from the edge of Motu's highly alert magic perception network!

It wasn't the stench of the Blood Sand Eagle's swift flight, nor the wild, earthy scent emanating from lurking swamp monsters.

This aura that suddenly entered my perception range is too strong!

It was as powerful as suddenly throwing a huge, red-hot metal ingot, brimming with violent heat, into a pool of ice water!

The energy disturbance that erupted instantly violently tore apart all the natural and peaceful magical energy flow in the surrounding environment, creating a jarring and scorching blank area in Motu's perception!

Moreover, it was incredibly fast! Its direction was clear! It was hurtling straight towards their airspace!

Motu's vertical pupils suddenly contracted into dangerous thin lines!

The muscles of the wings tensed instantly, and the flight posture instinctively shifted to descending and half-folding, entering a combat posture that could be used to launch an attack or make an emergency evasion at any time!

Almost simultaneously, the green tiles also sensed it!

The slight haze brought on by the alcohol was instantly swept away by this powerful aura full of hostility and threat!

She did not back down at all; on the contrary, it was as if she had been injected with a stronger stimulant. Her emerald green vertical pupils burst out with a terrifying light under the moonlight, like two green will-o'-the-wisps that had been lit!

The dragon's serrated teeth involuntarily parted, emitting a low, warlike hiss.

"Ha! There's another big one!"

She let out an excited growl, and instead of slowing down or turning, her wings suddenly burst forth with even greater power, increasing her speed dramatically.

Like a giant, dark green arrow released from a bow, the green dragon charged headlong into the direction from which the aura was coming!

"Green tiles—!"

Motu's shout to stop him had barely left his mouth when he was left far behind in the raging airflow.

The owner of that aura did not engage them in combat in the air.

Almost the instant the green tiles accelerated forward, that scorching and sharp aura plummeted from the night sky above like a meteorite, landing precisely on the top of a black boulder that rose abruptly from the swamp, about a hundred meters ahead.

Not a thing.

are people.

A tall, slender human male with a posture as straight as a javelin.

He was completely enveloped in a set of exquisitely designed, dark gray soft armor that blended almost seamlessly into the night.

This armor was far superior to the shoddy equipment of the poachers before. It had smooth lines, was molded in one piece, and closely conformed to every contour of the body. Its surface had a fine texture and matte finish, like the scales of a reptile, as if it were tanned and pressed from the hide of some powerful magical beast. It had excellent defensive and stealth properties.

Most striking was the emblem embroidered in some kind of dark silver thread on his chest, near his heart.

Inside an inverted equilateral triangle is a fully open, emotionless vertical pupil.

The edges of his eyes were outlined with extremely fine, yet seemingly regular, silver magical patterns.

It was exactly the same as the circled symbol that Motu had seen on that leather map before.