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

Chapter 95 The Power of One Dragon (4k two-in-one)

The next morning.

On the outer edge of Blackleaf Valley, on a scree slope.

Motu landed among a patch of grayish-white rubble and started taking things out of his storage ring.

Green Tile squatted to the side, its tail sweeping back and forth on the ground, occasionally glancing towards the valley entrance.

Una stood further away, her hands tightly gripping a short spear that Motu had never actually seen her use.

The dragon girl said she was there to help, but her tense posture and slightly pale face clearly revealed her inner tension and unease.

Fortunately, Motu never expected anything from her; he just kept taking things out of the ring and arranging them on the ground.

A jar of honey smuggled from the camp kitchen, its mouth tightly sealed with dark red wax. The Dragon's Nest Legion's battle insignia was also embossed on the wax seal.

The small bag of moonspot moss powder was ground by himself last night. The particles are of varying sizes, but that doesn't affect its use.

There are also a few sweet root grass plants with well-preserved roots and thick leaves.

These are surplus herbs that Una collected during her previous patrol along the southern front.

As these items were brought out, Green Tile's gaze was immediately drawn to the jar of golden, translucent honey, and his throat involuntarily bobbed.

Why did you bring food?

"It's not for eating. It's for luring bears."

Motu gave a brief explanation, while simultaneously conjuring a magic hand for easy manipulation.

He poured all the moonshoe moss powder into the honey jar, took out a clean wooden stick, and began to stir vigorously.

Moonlight moss is a potion ingredient that rock bears regularly gnaw on, and its unique plant scent is most familiar and comforting to them.

Mixing powder into honey can greatly enhance the attraction range and targeting of bait.

Next, he placed the stalks of sweet root on a flat stone slab, carefully mashed them with a pestle, and squeezed out the thick and extremely sweet juice, which he then carefully dripped into the mixed honey paste.

Sweetgrass juice is much sweeter than honey and evaporates more slowly, leaving a long-lasting and distinct sweet trail on the ground.

Green Tile squatted to the side, watching eagerly as Motu blended the dark green moonspot powder with the golden honey.

The originally clear honey gradually turned into a turbid, viscous paste with a strange dark green sheen.

A more complex and intense odor wafted from the earthenware jar at the mouth.

The overpowering sweetness of honey, mixed with the slightly bitter herbal aroma of moonshoe moss, creates a strange yet inexplicably alluring flavor.

Green Tile's throat moved again. She couldn't resist reaching out her paw, wanting to dip a little into the jar and taste it.

Mo Tu reacted quickly and moved the pottery jar aside.

"Bear." He said succinctly.

"I'll just have a small bite!" Green Tile protested.

"Even a small bite is a bear's." Motu remained unmoved.

Green Tile shouted, then reluctantly withdrew its paws and continued to squat and watch Motu stir and mix.

"All done, now! You're in charge of guiding it."

Motu handed the jar of prepared honey paste to Green Tile.

Green Tile took it, and its tail, in its excitement, instinctively swung hard, almost sending the jar flying!

As if he had anticipated this, Motu swiftly extended his claws and firmly pressed down on the jar.

"Sprinkle honey paste at the valley entrance. There's a very high chance it will come running after you when it smells it. Your job is to keep it at a distance where it feels it can bite you if it chases you one more step."

Motu stared at Green Tile's vertical pupils, his tone serious. After thinking for a moment, he emphasized again, "Don't turn around to attack. The Ironclad Rock Bear is a second-tier magical beast known for its defense; you can't bite through its rock armor. Just run with it and lure it out directly below the rock ridge I mentioned earlier."

Looking at the serious expression on Blue Dragon's face, Green Tile nodded, and even the playful look on his face became less playful. He then used the sturdy vines to secure the pottery jar to the side of his neck.

"And then what?" she asked.

Motu didn't speak, but slowly and completely unfolded his broad dragon wings.

When a second-tier blue dragon's wingspan is fully extended, the shadow it casts is enough to cover half of the scree slope beneath it!

The morning light shone through the translucent, resilient texture of the wing membrane, casting a shimmering patch of cold blue light on the ground.

He slightly adjusted the angle of the wing bone, feeling the tension of the airflow lifting and gliding under the wing surface.

Each supporting wing bone trembled slightly and steadily in the airflow, and the scales covering them flowed with a cold, hard luster that was a mixture of dark blue and bronze in the morning light.

"Then, I can kill it."

He slightly folded his wings, looked towards the valley, and said calmly and confidently, "That valley is too small; I'm afraid it would damage the potion inside. And outside, it can't stop my dive."

Green Tile looked at his powerful dragon wings and the sharp runes engraved on the dragon claws beneath them, which gleamed with a cold light.

He looked down at his relatively short paws and subconsciously tightened the pottery jar around his neck.

"Alright."

She exhaled, slapped her tail hard on the ground, sending up a small patch of gravel. "Let's go!"

The Ironclad Rock Bear smelled the scent of honey balm, a blend of moonshine moss and an intensely sweet fragrance.

That's no ordinary honey!

With the special blending of Iv1 potions, the strange sweet and fishy smell mixed with moonspot powder acted like an invisible, scalding hook, directly piercing its highly developed olfactory nerves!

Moonlight moss is a magical snack that it eats every day out of its magical instincts; its slightly bitter herbal aroma has long been etched into its taste buds.

At this moment, the familiar taste, mixed with the irresistible sweetness of honey, exploded in its nasal cavity, creating an ultimate temptation that made its saliva secrete wildly!

Reason was instantly devoured by appetite. When it crawled out of the cave, thick saliva was already dripping uncontrollably down its broad jaw, soaking the fur on its chest.

The aroma wafted continuously from the direction of the valley entrance.

Very strong. Very close.

Ironclad Rock Bear did not hesitate at all.

With a sudden burst of power from its limbs, its massive body roared out of the valley like a chariot starting up!

Every step he took left a deep pit in the soft soil!

The moment it burst out of the valley, the gravel kicked up by its front paws flew like shrapnel!

Two of the rocks, each the size of a fist, were kicked up by its hind legs and smashed against the rock wall next to it, shattering into pieces!

Green tiles are crouching on the gravelly ground outside the valley entrance.

She had already opened the lid of the earthenware jar, and the intense, irresistible sweet fragrance of the honey paste spread unrestrainedly in all directions in the cool morning breeze.

The moment she saw the rock bear charge out, the dragon's serrated teeth involuntarily clenched slightly, but then her heart tightened suddenly.

This bear is much bigger than I expected!

Its entire torso and limbs were covered by thick, grayish-brown, rock-like armor.

On her back, a row of short, thick, sharp bone spurs, like rusty iron nails, stood menacingly, each as long as her claws!

But she did not run away immediately.

She waited until the rock bear could clearly see her location and confirm the source of the honey ointment scent before slowly standing up, turning around, and starting to run.

She precisely controlled her speed, maintaining a subtle rhythm that made the rock bear behind her feel that "if I go a little faster and try a little harder, I can catch up."

The green dragon spread her wings halfway, helping her to quickly change direction and maintain balance on the rugged, rocky ground, but she always kept her height close to the ground, never allowing herself to truly take flight.

The alluring scent of the honey ointment wafted from the swaying earthenware jar beside her neck, carried by the wind, precisely filling the greedy nostrils of the rock bear behind her.

A first-tier dragon bloodline, with weak aura, posing no threat, merely prey.

Having made this simple judgment, Rock Bear had no more worries. With a low growl, it gave chase at full speed!

Its weight is astonishing, and every step it takes when running is incredibly heavy, leaving deep pits on the gravel ground, scattering gravel and kicking up dust!

But its explosive power is equally terrifying; its speed in a short sprint is in no way inferior to that of the green tile in front!

The armored rock bear's claws dug deep, shocking furrows in the gravel ground, and it roared in a low, thunderous voice, like a steam locomotive being revved to its limit!

The green tiles ran ahead without looking back.

She could clearly hear the rock bear's heavy breathing behind her, hear the ear-piercing sound of gravel being crushed and ground by its immense force, and feel the obvious tremors in the ground with each landing of the rock bear.

The sounds and vibrations grew closer and closer.

Her suppressed speed seemed to be gradually being caught up by Rock Bear, a little bit more and a little bit more.

She could even feel the rock bear's scorching breath, almost hitting the tip of her swishing tail!

At the critical moment, she suddenly spread her wings completely and flapped them with all her might!

"call"

The speed increased dramatically!

The green tiles instantly widened the distance again!

The rock bear growled unwillingly and gave chase.

Green Tiles accelerated again, changed direction, and weaved through gravel, shallow ditches, and low bushes.

Her agile movements and advance scouting of the terrain meant that every sudden stop and change of direction required the massive rock bear behind her to pay several times the physical and balance costs!

As the rock bear turned, its entire body slid violently to the side due to inertia, and its hind legs carved two deep furrows in the gravel!

It started panting.

The frequent and tricky changes of speed and direction quickly depleted his explosive power and stamina.

The Ironclad Rock Bear's pace slowed significantly, and its roar was no longer a continuous and oppressive howl, but a low growl that was intermittent and mixed with heavy breathing.

Green Tile glanced back briefly.

At this moment, the rock bear was about twenty paces away from her.

Not too far, not too close—that's the safe distance Motu has drawn.

At the edge of the clouds, Motu silently calculated the distance the rock bear took with each step.

Before the plan even began, he had already quietly risen from above the rocky ridge into the shadows of the clouds.

The blue dragon fully retracted its wings, allowing its cool blue scales to blend perfectly with the flowing gray-white clouds.

When the rock bear, lured by the green tiles, chased them nearly two miles out of the valley, its pace began to decrease slightly due to the continuous exertion of energy—

The tip of his right claw, covered in sharp runes, began to heat up slightly as magic was slowly infused into it.

He is waiting.

Wait for the perfect moment to strike and kill.

The rock bear's pace finally showed signs of fatigue and slowing down due to the continuous high-intensity pursuit and changes of direction.

The physical strength was not exhausted, but rather a natural decline after the peak period.

The force of its forefoot landing is noticeably reduced, and its hind legs no longer exert such tremendous force when pushing off the ground.

It was a step too slow, the fatal one.

The sky suddenly darkened!

A dark blue shadow carrying destructive kinetic energy, like a dark cloud obscuring the sun, tore through the air at a terrifying speed far exceeding that of free fall, and fiercely swooped down from the clouds!

Motu folded its wings like an arrow, head down, its entire weight and acceleration perfectly combined, and its dragon wings only suddenly opened in the final fine-tuning stage, precisely adjusting the angle of the dive!

His claws were brought together like cones, with the tips pointing downwards. The sharp runes engraved on them were now burning brightly, and the silvery-white light was highly concentrated at the tips of his claws, forming an incomparably sharp energy line!

Rock Bear heard the terrifying whistling of the wind pressure above its head!

That was the sound of air being forcibly torn apart and compressed at extreme speed!

Sharp and rapid, like the Grim Reaper's scissors falling vertically from the heavens!

It was too late to dodge. Instinctively, it raised its massive head, lifted its right forepaw covered in thick rock armor, and swung it wildly towards the direction from which the dark shadow was coming from above!

Those five hook-shaped claws, powerful enough to shatter the skulls of magical beasts of the same level, tore through the air with a muffled whistling sound!

However, it's too slow!

"boom-!!!"

Motu's dragon claw, at the very moment when the dive acceleration reached its peak, precisely struck the relatively weak joint of the rock armor on the side of the Ironclad Rock Bear's neck!

The entire weight of the second-tier blue dragon, plus the terrifying kinetic energy from its dive, wasted no effort, all concentrated on the tip of its claw where the sharp runes lit up!

The rock armor shattered under the impact.

A dull, heavy sound, like a giant stone mill crushing and disintegrating pottery shards on the ground!

The dragon claw pierced through the rock armor on the side of the neck without any resistance, penetrating the tough fur and muscles, and precisely severing the thick cervical vertebrae!

Using the immense momentum of its dive, Motu slammed the rock bear's massive head into the hard, rubble-covered ground below!

"Bang--!!!"

The rubble scattered and flew in all directions like an explosion!

The ground instantly cracked open, creating a shallow crater several feet in diameter, centered on the bear's head!

Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly from the edge of the pit outwards, with the longest ones extending more than two zhang away!

The Ironclad Rock Bear's hind leg twitched violently.

Then, it froze completely and stopped moving.

Its body still maintains the posture of running forward, with its front paws outstretched and its hind legs straight.

However, the large, penetrating wound on the side of her neck, about the size of a bowl, had begun to gush out large amounts of dark red blood with a strong, fishy smell.

The blood quickly seeped into the cracks in the rubble, staining a large area of ​​land red.

The bear's eyes were still wide open, but the pupils had completely dilated, and the grayish-brown irises had lost all their luster and shine.

Motu lightly leaped off the still-warm body of the Ironclad Rock Bear.

He shook his right forepaw, brushing off the pebbles and sticky bloodstains stuck between his scales.

On the claw tip, the silvery-white light of the sharp runes still flowed slowly, but its brightness was much dimmer than before the attack.

This all-out attack consumed most of the magic power previously stored in the Sharp Rune and also caused some structural wear.

But it's okay.

Runes can be maintained later, and magic can be replenished.

From the moment the rock bear was hit until it died, it didn't even get to let out a second, complete roar.

He turned around and looked at Blackleaf Valley, which was not far away.

In the valley, patches of blackleaf grass and moonshine moss still grow quietly on the rock walls and beside the stream, swaying gently in the morning breeze, not a single leaf affected by this brief but deadly clash.

Green Tile trotted over.

The earthenware jar hanging by her neck was still swaying, and a small portion of the honey paste mixed with moonspot powder had spilled out during her run to lure the enemy.

The sticky honey clung to the gaps between her emerald green scales, forming streaks of dark gold stains.

She paid no attention, only staring down at the shocking wound on the side of the Ironclad Rock Bear's neck, her vertical pupils dilating slightly in shock.

Where the dragon claw pierced through, the thick rock armor shattered with unusually neat edges, unlike the jagged cracks caused by brute force from a blunt weapon.

The cut surface is smooth, as if it was instantly sliced ​​by a sharp blade, with a ring of scorch marks left on the edge due to high-temperature friction.

That's the additional heat effect brought about by the sharp runes when they penetrate to the extreme.

The wound pierced through the Ironclad Rock Bear's protective rock armor, went through its neck, and precisely severed its cervical vertebrae.

You can even glimpse a blood-stained claw tip through the gaps in the scales on the other side.

The terrifying kinetic energy from the dive, combined with the extreme penetration of the sharp runes, and the formidable power of the second-tier dragon bloodline itself.

This earth-type magical beast, renowned for its defense, ultimately couldn't withstand the long-planned, deadly attack.

Green Tile stretched out its claws, carefully touched the edge of the wound, and then quickly withdrew them, looking at its relatively slender claws.

"Next time you dive—could you aim from a different spot?" she asked, tilting her head and suddenly saying something strange.

"Reason?" Motu asked, glancing sideways.

"You've smashed this piece of flesh on my neck so badly, I can't eat it anymore."

Green Tile pursed her lips, her tone filled with undisguised regret.

???

Motu glanced at her, speechless, and didn't respond to the topic of the integrity of the ingredients.

Blue Dragon crouched down and began methodically processing the Ironclad Rock Bear's carcass.

The magic core must be removed. The bear paws, bear gallbladders, and those still intact, thick rock armor pieces are said to be materials that can fetch a good price at the Blackwood Market.

Una had also rushed over from the direction of the valley, squatted down beside the huge bear carcass, and drew a sharp skinning knife from her waist, skillfully assisting Motu in cutting it up.

Her movements were far more precise and efficient than Motu's; as the blade moved, skin and flesh separated, and tendons and bones were severed.

The valuable parts that were retained were completely removed, and the discarded items were neatly removed.

Green Tile squatted to the side, watching the man and the dragon work together in perfect harmony.

She took the half-empty earthenware jar off her neck, scraped a little bit of the remaining sticky honey paste mixed with moonspot moss from the bottom of the jar with her claws, put it in her mouth, and tasted it carefully.

"Hmm," she smacked her lips, her emerald green vertical pupils narrowing slightly, "It's quite delicious."