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

Chapter 96 Stone Cave Rabbit

In the first few days after capturing Blackleaf Valley, Motu hardly ever left the barracks.

Refining. Refining. Refining again.

He had already memorized the formula for the basic meditation potion perfectly, and it had even become muscle memory through repeated potion-making processes.

Black moss forms the base, moonflower extract is used for purification, and black leaf grass is used to concentrate the medicinal properties.

The subtle adjustments to the heat, the timing, and the varying degrees of intensity infusing the magic—every step seemed to be etched into instinct.

The medicinal liquid in the stone bowl changed from an initial turbid grayish-green to a gradually clear light blue. The color and texture of each batch of finished products became more and more stable and closer to perfection.

Because Green Dragon had been clamoring to join, Motu entrusted Green Tile with the task of guarding Blackleaf Valley and ensuring the safety of medicinal herbs.

Una, on the other hand, would occasionally go to the valley to collect additional materials, depending on the progress of the refining process.

The green tiles were quite content with this situation.

Apart from completing the routine patrol duties assigned by the auxiliary defense team on the northern line, she spent most of her time lying on the flat stone platform at the mouth of the valley, which was warmed by the sun.

They were taking a leisurely nap, basking in the sun.

The territory was conquered by a second-tier blue dragon, and the lingering dragon aura and pressure remained.

It is enough to intimidate most low-level wild beasts and magical creatures that lack intelligence and act solely on instinct.

Therefore, she only needed to lazily lift her eyelids occasionally to check that there was no unusual activity in the valley before continuing to sink into a lazy rest.

However, too much leisure can breed boredom.

Day 1 was comfortable.

The second day was alright.

By the third day, she had begun to idly count the natural weathering cracks on the surface of the stone platform to see how many there were.

She began to explore the valley, walking from the scree slope at the entrance to the spring at the bottom, and from the eastern rock wall to the western ridge.

She searched every single stone, every shrub, and every tiny stream.

Then, deep in the valley, near the base of the rocky cliffs, she discovered a group of cave rabbits.

The little creatures were only the size of her dragon claws, their grayish-brown fur almost blending into the color of the surrounding rocks.

Only when moving quickly will it leave a blurry gray shadow between the rocks.

Green Tile squatted down with great interest, its head almost touching the ground.

Its emerald green vertical pupils stared curiously at the furry little creatures huddled together in fear, trembling deep within the rock crevices.

The cave rabbits clearly sensed the faint dragon aura emanating from the dragon bloodline, even if it was unintentionally emitted.

Their bodies were stiff, their ears pressed tightly against their backs, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

Green Tile stretched out its paw and gently nudged the slightly larger cave rabbit on the outermost edge.

"Gurgle————"

The little thing was turned over by her and rolled onto its back, revealing its soft white belly.

Its chest heaved violently, its eyes were wide open, clearly showing its fear, yet it kept its mouth tightly shut, not daring to utter a sound.

"So small—"

Green Tile muttered something, then instantly lost interest.

This little bit of meat wouldn't even be enough to fill a dragon's teeth.

She stood up, shook the dust off her scales, and prepared to continue her adventure.

Meanwhile, in the narrower, deeper crevice beside them, a pair of dark red eyes were fixed on the green dragon's back, their eyes filled with vigilance, but not entirely with fear.

It was an old rabbit, much larger than a common cave rabbit, with gray and white fur, and several old bite scars still on its left ear.

It was surrounded by a faint aura of a first-tier magical beast, clearly indicating that it was the leader of this group of cave rabbits.

The old rabbit huddled in the deepest crevice of the rock, its body trembling slightly from the instinctive intimidation of the green dragon predator, yet it never looked away.

A thoughtful expression appeared on its face, as if it were weighing something.

Dragons' keen senses allowed Green Tile to notice this scene long ago, but she ignored the old rabbit's strange behavior.

The green dragon had no appetite for the weak cave rabbits; the meager amount of meat wasn't worth the effort of digging through their narrow burrows.

She casually flicked her tail, preparing to walk away.

But at that moment, a sharp, noisy howl, filled with savage greed, suddenly came from the other side of the valley!

They're gnolls!

In the past, Blackleaf Valley was home not only to the dominant Ironclad Rock Bear, but also to several Tier 1 Gnolls.

While the rock bears were alive, these gnolls only dared to sneak around the outermost edge of the valley, scavenging scraps and rotting flesh left by the rock bears to survive.

Now that the rock bears are dead and their greatest threat is gone, they have become unbridled and have begun to tentatively expand into the more resource-rich areas deeper in the valley.

Green Tile turned around and quickly walked towards the piercing, noisy sound.

The three-headed gnoll was hunched over, covered in filthy, grayish-brown fur, and had a gaping, foul-smelling mouth dripping with saliva. They were currently fiddling with something around the entrance of a relatively hidden cave.

Upon closer inspection, the green tiles revealed that they were frantically digging at the soil and rubble at the entrance of the hole with their sharp claws and simple stone tools!

They had dug down a large section of the cave entrance, revealing a dark, unfathomable passage inside.

Several startled cave rabbits hurriedly fled from a smaller exit on the other side of the cave.

Upon seeing this, the gnoll immediately grinned and pounced forward!

One of them was the fastest, and it bit the cave rabbit that couldn't escape in time, holding it tightly in its mouth.

The rabbit being hunted kicked its hind legs in vain, struggling violently, but it was unable to break free from its restraints.

Green Tile stood on a protruding rock twenty paces away, coldly overlooking the scene.

Her vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and undisguised anger surged in her eyes.

This is clearly our own territory, yet something dares to cause trouble so blatantly and make such a commotion.

This is practically provoking Green Tile Lady's bottom line!

The gnolls' keen sense of smell immediately detected the unique and powerful aura of dragon blood on the green dragon!

The three gnolls froze simultaneously, forgetting the rabbit in their mouths and the dirt they were digging in!

They all turned their heads in unison, looking up at the rocks in terror.

A sub-dragon, covered in dark green scales and with venom sacs bulging on its neck, was looking down at them coldly from its high perch.

Like a ferocious god or demon who suddenly descended, the oppressive aura was overwhelming!

Despite both being at the first-tier magical beast level, dragon bloodlines and ordinary magical beasts are not even in the same league.

Bloodline suppression, talent gap, and physical strength create an insurmountable natural divide!

Green Tile took a step forward, letting out a low roar that was full of warning and intimidating pressure.

The jackals hesitated for a few seconds, exchanged glances, and their greed was quickly replaced by fear.

Then, without hesitation, they turned and fled!

They escaped with remarkable decisiveness!

One of the gnolls dropped the rabbit it was carrying in its mouth to the ground with a thud.

The rabbit struggled to its feet and limped quickly into the dense bushes nearby.

Green Tile did not pursue.

After asserting her territorial sovereignty, she resumed her relaxed posture, lazily squatting back on the warm stone platform to continue enjoying her sunbathing.

It was as if I had just chased away a few annoying flies.

However, the next day...

The gnolls are back.

This time, there are four.

After initially probing and confirming that this fertile valley had a new owner who seemed less diligent and spent most of his time sleeping, they changed their strategy.

Instead of directly venturing into the core area of ​​the valley, they roam and patrol the outer edge of the valley, near the main activity area of ​​the rock-hole rabbits.

They specifically target lone cave rabbits that are far from their burrows.

The cave rabbit is quite fast, and the entrance to its burrow is narrow, making it impossible for the gnoll to squeeze in.

However, the gnolls' endurance and cooperative hunting skills far surpass those of these small cave-dwelling creatures.

They worked together, lying in wait near the burrow, patiently waiting for the rabbit to come out to forage, then launching a fierce chase until the rabbit was exhausted, before swarming in.

In just two days, at least four cave rabbits were brutally killed, dragged away, and became food for the gnolls.