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

Motu also had no intention of explaining.

He quickly recalculated in his mind.

The original plan was to exchange all six clusters of Moonshadow Moss for military merits to ensure that all materials were in stock, but now that Thunderwood is in short supply, it means that he must find another way to obtain it.

The most likely place to find it is the Blackwood Market, a chaotic place that only recognizes hard currency.

The Blackwood Market does not accept military merit points; it only recognizes currency or barter.

"Moonshadow Moss, I'm withdrawing two clumps," Motu decided.

Old Dragon glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions. He pushed the two clumps of Moon Shadow Moss from the edge of the tray back to the counter, and then crossed out the corresponding one hundred military merits in the points record book.

In the end, Motu used the remaining 270 military merits to successfully exchange for Dragon Blood Crystal, Rune Carving Knife, Lightning Crystal Core, and Mithril Thread.

After the transaction was completed, his military merit account balance was only seventy points.

The items were put into the animal skin bag one by one.

As he was about to leave, Motu suddenly remembered something and turned around.

"Quartermaster, does the camp sell storage rings or similar spatial storage equipment?"

He had wanted to ask this question for a long time.

Old Dragon was tidying up the magnifying glass and booklets on the counter when he heard this and paused in his work.

He raised his eyelids, and the vertical pupil behind his monocle looked at Motu again. On that face etched with the lines of time, the muscles at the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch very slightly.

It was hard to tell whether it was an almost mocking smile or just a scrutinizing gaze.

"Yes," he said. "Five thousand points."

Motu remained silent for a moment, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Five thousand points.

Is this thing really that expensive?

His current military merits are not even a fraction of what they used to be.

"Sorry to bother you."

He bent down and crawled out of the stone house.

The sunlight shone directly down from above, making his scales feel slightly hot.

The animal skin bag was carried on his back, heavy and slender. The dragon blood crystals and lightning crystal cores inside made a soft sound as they collided.

Thunderwood.

We're still missing some red pine wood.

Back in the stone house, Motu placed the animal skin bag next to the stone bed, then lay down and sank his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The [Path of Truth] panel, emitting a constant, faint glow, floated silently.

The status of Task 2 has changed slightly: [In Progress: Collecting Wand Core Materials (4/6)].

He ignored it and instead touched the wand blueprint floating in the darkness on the edge of the panel with his consciousness.

The scroll unfurled silently in the void, emitting a brighter, yet not dazzling, light.

Immediately afterwards, a soft halo rose from the center of the drawing, quickly coalescing and taking shape.

Against the dark backdrop of the sea of ​​consciousness, a clear, stable, and richly detailed three-dimensional projection is constructed.

A staff, its entire body displaying a deep luster, floated silently, slowly and steadily rotating on its own axis.

The staff is about 1.2 meters long, with long and smooth lines, exuding a restrained sense of power.

The base color of the paulownia wood is dark brown, with silvery-white wood grain on the surface, like tiny rivers meandering through the wood.

The staff is inlaid with red patterns made from dragon blood crystals. These patterns are not randomly arranged, but form a complex array of runes.

Starting from the end of the staff, it spirals upwards, extending all the way to the top.

At the top of the staff, a purple lightning crystal core was fixed to the wooden base by a net woven from silver threads.

Electric arcs were jumping on the surface of the crystal core, and with each flash, they were conducted along the silver lines to the runes on the staff.

When the electric arc arrives, the red dragon blood crystal patterns and the silvery-white wood grain will light up simultaneously for a moment, then dim, like some kind of ancient breath.

Motu stared at the projection, lines of data appearing beside him.

[Magic Conduction Efficiency +40%]

Magic is injected from the staff's tail, conducted through the dragon blood crystal patterns to the staff's core, reducing path loss by about 40% compared to casting with bare hands. With the same magic reserve, the spell's power is nearly doubled.

Casting speed increased by 30%.

The inscription loop pre-stores part of the spell model structure; casting only requires injecting mana to activate it, saving some of the time spent constructing the spell model. It's a beat faster than casting by hand.

[Gain exclusive bonuses to lightning magic]

The resonance between the Thunderwood and the Thunder Crystal Core generates a unique electric field effect. When Thunder spells are cast through a wand, their penetrating power and paralyzing effect are significantly enhanced.

Adaptive Assembly

As your exclusive weapon, you can choose your own weapon configuration method according to your needs.

Whether it's a wizard's standard handheld weapon or a dragon's swallowed stomach, it can achieve the same effect as the equipment.

The projection continued to rotate, revealing the wand's core structure.

A cross-sectional view showing the cane cut in half to reveal the microscopic view of the internal wood fibers.

The wood fibers that should have been evenly distributed were significantly altered in the areas where dragon's blood crystal powder was mixed with and infiltrated by a certain active medium.

The fibers become thicker, more tightly packed, and their connections exhibit a network-like structure similar to biological veins.

The accompanying caption explains.

When dragon blood seeps into the wood fibers of the Thunderwood tree, it forms a magical transmission pathway similar to a bloodline network.

The purer the dragon blood, the higher its regenerative activity, and the better the conduction efficiency of this network.

Motu stared at the line of text for a few seconds.

Active dragon's blood. Regenerative properties.

These specific terms undoubtedly point to a particular dragon.

However, this active dragon blood is not ordinary blood. The wizards of the Holy Blood Tower have already concluded through extensive research and experiments that this blood, rich in active factors, affects the concentration of the dragon bloodline to some extent.

For individual dragons, it truly affects the foundation of their own strength and is by no means something that can be easily discarded.

He withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness.

Inside the stone house, the tranquility of the real world enveloped him.

The afternoon sunlight slanted in through the rough window openings, spreading a warm and bright patch of light on the bluish-gray stone floor.

The animal skin bag leaning against the stone bed had its opening slightly open, revealing a small section of silver thread spool, which reflected a fine and cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

Motu opened his eyes, his golden vertical pupils reflecting the light from outside the window, calm and undisturbed.

"Let's collect all the missing Thunderwood first, and deal with the active blood regeneration later."

Motu said to himself.

He subconsciously avoided the question.

The sun was still blazing in the afternoon.

Motu left the stone house and found the green tiles on the solid ground in the center of the camp.

She was lounging lazily on a flat, black stone warmed by the sun, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

Three forked tails drooped down from the edge of the rock, swaying gently in the rhythm of the breeze.

Under direct sunlight, the dark green scales seem to have a layer of warm, lustrous glaze flowing across their surface, exuding a cozy and inviting feel.

Her emerald green vertical pupils were half-closed, her serrated mouthparts were slightly open, and her pink tongue unconsciously darted out a small section.

Its massive body was as relaxed as a huge, dark green gummy candy about to melt in the sunlight.

Motu walked over to her and squatted down.

"I'm thinking of making a magic wand, but I'm missing one material."

Have you heard of *Leitongmu*? Where do you think you can get some?

The green tiles, dazed by the sun, didn't even bother to fully lift their eyelids. They merely used the tip of one of their tails to lazily draw a semicircle in the air, vaguely pointing north.

"How could I possibly have heard of such a thing..."

Her voice carried a lazy quality, like someone basking in the sun.

As they were talking, the green dragon seemed to remember something, shook its head, and then added a sentence at the end.

"However, if you can't find it at our camp's supply depot, the Blackwood Market might have it."

The wizards there always manage to come up with some strange and unusual items to trade.

But you can't get in. Neither can I.

As she said this, her afternoon nap seemed to lessen a bit. She turned over, exposing her belly to the sun, her movements languid.

"Dragonbloods aren't allowed in there, have you forgotten?"

Hearing this, Motu's heart sank slightly.

As he suspected, he still needed to go to the Blackwood Market to find this thing.