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

Chapter 97 Even True Dragons Have Families

The leader of the cave rabbits took the initiative to approach Green Tile.

The largest, gray-white rabbit with a scar on its ear had quietly crouched down beneath the green-tiled stone platform, unnoticed by anyone.

In its small, furry front paws, it solemnly held a small bunch of moonshine moss roots that had just been dug out from a hidden spot in the burrow and still carried the scent of damp earth.

The rhizomes of moonshine moss are the most precious and important strategic food reserve for the cave rabbit population.

They usually store them carefully in the safest place deep in the cave, and only dig them out to eat when food is extremely scarce in the cold winter and their survival is threatened.

The ones that Old Rabbit is presenting now are of excellent quality.

Each one is plump, thick, and intact, without any signs of insect damage or breakage.

Not a single fine root was broken, indicating that it was harvested completely with extreme care.

The green dragon lowered its head, its gaze shifting back and forth between the glistening roots and the old rabbit with its head tilted back in a pleading manner.

She tilted her head, trying to understand the strange behavior of the old rabbit in front of her, and what its intention was.

The old rabbit pushed the root in its paws forward a little further, its movements careful yet unusually firm.

Green Tile thought for a moment, then stretched out a claw.

She gently took the small bunch of moonshine moss roots, then casually popped them into her mouth and chewed them absentmindedly.

The taste was unexpected.

It's very sweet, much sweeter than the wild moon moss she dug up and ate when she was bored in the valley!

It also carries a clear, pure scent, like the sweet aroma of a spring deep in the valley.

"The taste is... pretty good..." she mumbled vaguely.

When the large rabbit saw that Green Tile had accepted its offering, it immediately turned around and let out a short but clear whistle towards the depths of the rock crevice.

rustling sounds —

More cave rabbits cautiously emerged from the crevices in the rocks.

The gray-brown furs, large and small, gleamed with a dull yet soft sheen in the sunlight filtering through the crevices of the rocks.

They imitated the old rabbit, gently piling the moonspot moss roots they were carrying in their mouths or tightly holding in their front paws onto the open ground in front of the green dragon.

Then he quickly retreated, crawling on the ground, his small forehead pressed tightly against the cold, rough gravel.

Green Tile bowed its head, looking at the small pile of roots that was rapidly forming in front of it.

Their overall condition was far superior to any clump of wild moonshoe moss she had ever seen in the valley.

Its roots are thick and strong, its leaves are plump and full, and its surface is covered with fine dew-like water droplets, giving off a pure and cool herbal fragrance.

They seem to have been picked recently; they're very fresh.

Green Tile raised its head, its gaze sweeping over the group of little creatures crawling on the ground, their bodies trembling slightly with fear and anticipation, yet not one of them chose to run away.

"You... are you giving this to me?" She stretched out her paw and pointed to the pile of roots.

The lead rabbit pressed its forehead even lower, almost sinking into the gravel.

Green Tile stretched out its paw and scratched the bulge on the side of its neck. It seemed a little confused and curious about these cave rabbits that suddenly showed a submissive attitude.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, she turned around and looked in the direction where she had been driving away the gnolls a few days ago. Those gnolls had been appearing frequently these past few days, becoming increasingly arrogant, and had even almost chased her to the foot of her stone platform yesterday, all in an attempt to prey on these cave rabbits.

Green Tile, slow to realize, finally understood.

Then he turned his head and looked at the group of weak creatures in front of him.

The largest cub was only as long as her claw, and the smallest cub was still curled up under its parents, its eyes not yet open.

"Alright, alright."

With the tip of her nimble tail, she gently gathered the clump of moonshine roots together. "I'll help you drive away those gnolls. Those ugly things have been causing a ruckus lately, and I've had my eye on them for a while now."

She stood up, her four paws firmly on the ground, and began to walk towards the direction of the gnoll's lair that she remembered.

After taking two steps, he stopped and looked back at the group of cave rabbits still lying on the ground, anxiously waiting.

"Don't run around."

She flicked her tail, her tone carrying a hint of guardianship that she herself was unaware of, "Wait for me to come back."

When Green Tile flew over the gnoll's lair, the gnolls were tearing at and fighting over the carcass of a ibex they had recently hunted.

They heard the whooshing sound of wings flapping overhead and all raised their heads.

These few gnolls spotted the green dragon hovering directly above them, its dark green wings obscuring a small patch of sky!

The energy fluctuations were only at the first level, but the dragon's might, originating from the depths of the bloodline and possessing absolute suppressive power over lower creatures, was real!

Even a dragon, even a sub-dragon, even if it has not yet awakened its true dragon lineage, its dragon might is almost absolute intimidating to the minds of low-level magical beasts!

The green tile opens its dragon-like mouth, and the muscles in its throat and chest instantly tense and gather strength.

It is not about spewing acid or poison, but about pure, unadorned power and majesty.

"roar-!!!"

The sound waves of the dragon's roar suddenly exploded in the sky above the valley!

The air itself seemed to tremble!

The rubble on the rock face below was shaken and tumbled down!

The jackal's ears snapped back and pressed tightly against his skull as if startled!

Driven by instinctive fear, the body instantly ducked down!

The weakest of them was directly overwhelmed by the raging dragon's might and the sonic boom, collapsing to the ground. Its hind legs twitched uncontrollably, and incontinent fluid flowed down its legs, soaking the rubble beneath it.

The gnoll tribe already had many members who were dragon's servants, so Green Tile was essentially a superior being to them.

The lead gnoll struggled to its feet again, baring its jagged fangs at the green tiles in the air.

A first-tier dragon bloodline frost embryo is not worth it leading its clan to willingly submit.

Despite the difference in bloodline, the gnoll leader never dared to truly meet Greenwa's cold, emerald-green vertical pupils.

Green Tile stared at it, took a deep breath, and let out another, deeper, longer, and undeniably expulsive dragon roar!

This is a clear deterrent and an ultimatum!

The territory conquered by the Blue Dragon is now under the Green Dragon's control!

The meaning of that roar was all too clear.

"This is my territory! You ugly things, if you dare take another step, I'll tear you all to pieces and eat you as snacks!"

For a jackal tribe with only four or five members and whose size has not yet grown, the pressure from first-tier dragon blood is still a bit too great.

The lead gnoll had its ears pressed completely against the back of its neck, and its last shred of courage to resist had vanished.

It suddenly turned around, using all four limbs to frantically dig at the ground and escape!

The pebbles flew backward like cannonballs under its claws!

The others followed closely behind, tumbling and scrambling!

The one that was limp and incontinent was grabbed by the hind leg by its companion and roughly dragged along as they fled, leaving a clear, wet drag mark on the gravel ground.

The green tiles in the sky looked at this scene with some curiosity, not expecting that these ugly things would be so united.

Perhaps it stems from some lingering group instinct.

Green Tile didn't think much of it; she just watched the gnolls run away.

The other person did not turn around, nor did they attempt to return.

The green tiles circled three times over the gnolls' humble lair.

After confirming that the repulsive aura had completely disappeared from the valley and surrounding area, the green dragon turned around with satisfaction and landed back on the warm stone platform that she had long used as a bed.

The group of cave rabbits remained in the same spot, waiting quietly.

The slightly larger old rabbit stood at the front, its ears perked up alertly, its dark red vertical pupils fixed intently on the direction she was landing.

The green tile landed lightly, and the dragon shook its wings, shaking off the grass clippings it had picked up during flight.

"I chased those ugly things away," she said succinctly, flicking her tail casually. "They won't be coming back."

The old rabbit's body visibly relaxed, and it stopped trembling with fear and worry.

It slowly lowered its head, its forehead touching the ground again, its front legs bent, and its entire small body lay prostrate on the cold, gravelly ground.

Behind it, dozens of cave rabbits made the same movement in unison, like a gray-brown tundra suddenly collapsing.

The green tiles were somewhat bewildered by this sudden and uniform grand gesture, and the scales on their necks seemed to turn slightly red.

"Get up, get up!"

The green dragon, who had never been treated like this before, felt very uncomfortable. She gently nudged the old rabbit with the tip of her tail, her tone slightly awkward, "Don't lie there like that, it looks weird."

Old Rabbit obediently stood up, took a few steps back, and then began to tidy up the pile of moonshine moss roots that had been presented as a reward.

It carefully sorts and arranges the rhizomes according to their appearance and freshness.

The freshest and plumpest ones are placed on top, slightly older but still intact ones are placed to the side, and those with insect infestation or damage are picked out separately and placed on the other side.

Other cave rabbits gathered around, some using their small paws to help level the ground, some using their mouths to carry away the mixed weeds, and others quietly squatting beside the pile of roots and stems, waiting for the old rabbit's next instruction, all in an orderly fashion.

Green Tile squatted back on the stone platform, quietly watching the little creatures busily working and cooperating.

Her thick tail swayed slowly and rhythmically behind her, and her emerald green vertical pupils shimmered with a complex and subtle light that she herself might not have been clearly aware of.

"Iron Bones said—this seems to be called a dependent."

She muttered to herself, her gaze falling on the group of busy, gray-brown figures, "True dragons, it seems, all have retinues—"

She tilted her head, staring at the composed old rabbit, then looked at the hardworking ordinary cave rabbits.

"Does this count?"

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