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

Chapter 94 Ironclad Rock Bear

The next morning, as dawn broke.

Motu took off alone.

He didn't bring the eager Green Tile with him, nor did he have Una accompany him; he simply had her point out the exact location of the valley.

The key to reconnaissance missions lies in concealment and efficiency.

As a naturally flying species, dragons have an exceptionally superior aerial vision, far surpassing that of terrestrial creatures.

Motu slowly circles high in the sky, and in just a few circles, it can take in the terrain, vegetation and movement on the ground.

This is far clearer and more comprehensive than a group of people groping and cautiously exploring in the forest.

Moreover, as a blue dragon frost embryo, Motu, though not a true sky dragon, has inherited some of its abilities.

His golden vertical pupils possess a visual penetration and dynamic capture ability far superior to those of other dragon blood species.

Even at a height of a thousand feet, he can clearly distinguish the number of segments of an ant crawling on the ground.

This is the Blue Dragon's advantage.

Blackleaf Valley is located deep in the southern hills, about a 15-minute flight from the camp.

Instead of flying directly into the valley, Motu actively increased its altitude as it approached the valley, hovering in the shadow of the edge clouds.

He made his cold blue and bronze-colored scales blend into the flowing cloud shadows and gray-white mist as much as possible.

After safely hiding behind it, the blue dragon gazed intently down from high above.

The valley that Una mentioned was smaller than Motu had anticipated.

Surrounded by steep rock walls on three sides, it is horseshoe-shaped, with the only opening facing south.

The rock wall is only a few dozen feet high, with the steepest part being no more than ten feet, but the slope is extremely steep, almost vertical, making it difficult for ordinary wild beasts and most low-level magical beasts to climb.

The valley floor is relatively flat, with a natural spring in the center. Clear spring water gurgles out from the cracks in the rock wall and gathers into a small, shallow pool.

The moist air mixed with the sweet, fishy smell unique to the rich humus soil at the bottom of the valley, and even from a thousand feet above, one could faintly sense the coolness and vitality.

However, what caught Motu's attention the most was that the moonlight moss, like a thick, dark green velvet carpet, spread out in large patches on the shady rock wall!

The entire area is continuous, stretching from the middle of the rock face all the way to the damp area near the bottom of the valley, with the widest part being several meters wide!

Blackleaf, a raw material for basic meditation potions, grows wildly along the banks of the small streams formed by the confluence of springs.

Its leaves are thick and glossy, and its roots and stems are robust and well-developed. Overall, its quality is significantly better than those that Wu Na usually painstakingly searches for in the southern hills.

Una was right.

Although this valley, called Blackleaf Valley, is small in area, it has an extremely high density and quality of magical plant vegetation.

Its total value is enough to match the harvest that the dragon girl would gather over several months in the southern region.

Mo Tu scanned the clouds, firmly imprinting the overall terrain and structure of the valley below into his mind.

The slope of the rock face, the location of the spring, the distribution area of ​​medicinal herbs, and possible routes for entry, exit, and retreat.

Then, his light turned towards the deepest part of the valley.

A deep, dark cave.

The cave entrance is located at the innermost part of the valley, backed by the steepest and highest of the three rock walls.

The rocks at the cave entrance were smooth and shiny from long-term friction, and the edges were piled with many crushed and gnawed animal bones.

These discarded remains after hunting are typical of how bear-like magical animals clean their dens and accumulate garbage.

The bones in the pile varied in size; some had long since weathered and turned white, while others were still attached to dried fascia.

Nearby, there were several puddles of dried, hardened mud, clearly left by the rock bear after rolling around in the mud near the cave entrance.

The rock wall above the cave entrance is covered with shocking, deep claw marks!

Five cuts are made in a group, with wide spacing between them. The deepest cut penetrates the rock by nearly an inch!

This is undoubtedly the mark of power left by the Ironclad Rock Bear's thick, sharp claws.

Motu's gaze did not linger at the cave entrance, but continued to scan other corners of the valley.

In a natural depression in a rock wall, he found several broken, dark yellow, waxy fragments.

It is the remains of a beehive.

The edges of the fragments showed obvious signs of biting, and a few dried-up and blackened bee pupae were still stuck to them.

On the nearby rock face, there are large patches of dried, dark brown honey stains, resembling a solidified, viscous waterfall.

Although the color was dull, the sweet smell seemed to linger, attracting a few ants to linger nearby.

Similar, but more extensive, licking marks were also found in several other places on the rock face.

The Ironclad Rock Bear has a fondness for honey.

Motu had also read about this information in the book he had previously exchanged with Qiuye using his military merits, "Basic Potions (Standard Edition)," officially published by the Tower of Holy Blood.

As an earth-type magical beast, the Ironclad Rock Bear needs to consume a large amount of sugar to maintain the high energy consumption of its massive body.

High-energy honey is one of the most ideal food sources for this purpose.

However, when bee colonies build nests, they instinctively stay away from the habitats of large predators such as bears and their strong scent marking of territory.

Therefore, it was impossible for this rock bear to find a stable source of nectar near its den.

It must leave the valley and go out to find a beehive.

Motu made sure to remember this.

He then cautiously lowered his flight altitude and slowly circled the edge of the valley.

He flew very slowly, his wingtips almost skimming the top of the rock face, using the rock face's disturbance of the airflow to mask any noise he might make while flying.

Directly above the valley, near the exit, he discovered a rock ridge that had bulged outwards due to weathering.

The bottom of the rock ridge has been eroded and hollowed out by wind and rain over the years, forming a natural stone eaves.

The ground directly beneath the stone eaves is precisely the only way to exit the valley.

He also kept this possible ambush or observation point in mind.

Having completed its reconnaissance, Motu did not linger. It increased its altitude, changed direction, and flew steadily toward the camp.

When he returned to the camp, Green Tile was squatting on the open ground, gazing longingly at the sky. As soon as he saw Green Tile descending, he immediately scurried over.

"How's it going? Can you fight?"

She asked eagerly, her emerald green vertical pupils gleaming with anticipation.

"They can fight."

Mo Tu landed firmly and spoke concisely.

Just as a look of joy appeared on Green Tile's face, Motu continued, "But we won't fight in the valley."

"Why?" Green Tile stared wide-eyed in confusion.

"The bear is an earth-type magical beast, and that valley is its absolute home ground. Inside the valley, it is familiar with every inch of the terrain and can use the rock walls and caves to maneuver around."

Moreover, the valley was too small. I could hardly maneuver in the air, and you had limited space to dodge and weave on the ground.

Once the great battle breaks out, the violent elemental collisions and brute force tearing will surely destroy large areas of moonshine moss and blackleaf grass, and may even crack the cliff walls and cause landslides.

Even if we win, we won't gain anything from it.

The value of those trampled and buried medicinal herbs is probably higher than the profits from hunting the bear itself. It's a losing proposition.

"Who cares about all that when you're fighting?" Green Tile wagged its tail impatiently.

"Our main purpose for this hunt is simply to find the medicinal herbs in that valley, isn't it?"

Motu knew Green Tile's temperament well and explained it very patiently.

Green Tile opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to retort, but the words caught in her throat as she suddenly remembered those magic potions—

These are all hard currencies that can be exchanged for shiny silver coins, or even gold coins!

It's a treasure that can buy more fine wines and more beautiful gems!

The dragons' emphasis on and greed for treasure instantly overshadowed her preference for a "brute force" fighting style.

She shut her mouth sullenly, but her tail thumped impatiently on the ground twice.

"————Then how do we fight?" she asked in a muffled voice, which was considered an acceptance of the idea of ​​not fighting in the valley.

A glint of shrewd planning flashed in Motu's eyes as he uttered four words: "Lure them out and attack."