To be honest, with such powerful sharing of knowledge and experience, it's no wonder the Dragon race stands at the pinnacle.
After all, knowledge is power, and experience is a weapon.
Even if they didn't have their formidable dragon bodies and monstrous talents, this draconic inheritance alone would justify them looking down on all others with their characteristic arrogance; anyone would be overwhelmed by such a legacy.
Jonavili tried to recall her journey over the past day, and soon, a map based on her surroundings appeared within her draconic inheritance.
Jonavili was currently in the Dragon Roar Mountains, and that river was named the Sam River; the banks of the river were the Buzau Plains and the Sleeping Forest respectively, and following the Sam River downstream led to the Barosal Swamp.
The memory floating before her not only contained a map but also corresponding images.
'It's truly miraculous...'
After a moment of wonder, Jonavili left her sea of knowledge and began to rest properly.
Time passed quickly, and three days went by.
Jonavili wasn't sure why, but she simply knew that she had slept for three days, and the cramping pain in her belly forced her to wake up.
A pair of crystal blue dragon eyes opened in the pitch black cave, scanning the surroundings to find that the fiery red dragon figure had long since disappeared.
'Is she already out hunting?'
Jonavili shook her head to clear her thoughts and stood up.
She padded toward the cave entrance, her claws making a rustling sound.
As the piercing sunlight hit Jonavili's body, she couldn't help but look into the distance.
To be honest, the scenery here was indeed quite good; as soon as one stepped out of the cave, they could take in the distant landscape at a single glance.
Directly below the cave was the Sam River, with the Buzau Plains to the left and the Sleeping Forest she had come from to the right.
But after looking for only a few seconds, Jonavili spread her dragon wings; the cramping in her body urged her to go find food immediately.
After flying for a few minutes, Jonavili spotted some magic crocodiles lying by the river sunbathing.
The moment she saw these magic beasts, the information from her draconic inheritance automatically surfaced in her mind.
[rockclaw magic crocodile, a pack living crocodilian magic beast, likes to live in deeper rivers; they spend almost the entire day lying on the riverbank sunbathing.
Their claws are as if covered by gray white rock, and they are extremely aggressive; combined with the deep white scales on their bodies, only a fool would choose to fight them physically; however, before a great true dragon, they are nothing more than slightly larger lizards.
The meat of this magic beast is fresh and delicious, and their weakness is their belly; furthermore, they move slowly, so using ranged attacks is a great way to toy with them.
Every time I see them wanting to flee but unable to, or wanting to fight but unable to, I find it quite amusing — Green Dragon Fenger.]
After reading the inheritance memory, Jonavili made her decision, and her dragon maw curled up unconsciously.
A group of rockclaw magic crocodiles lay lazily on the riverbank enjoying their sunbath.
It should have been a beautiful time, but their beastly instincts suddenly made them alert; just as they opened their eyes, a fan shaped Frost Breath already covered the sky above them.
"Ga he!"
One rockclaw magic crocodile let out a hurried cry, but it was already too late; the massive fan shaped Frost Breath poured down upon them, causing frost to condense over their entire bodies.
Unexpectedly, however, they didn't take much damage, only feeling the freezing aura pierce into their bodies.
Seeing that no major harm was done, these rockclaw magic crocodiles looked angrily at the white figure diving from the sky and let out battle cries.
"Ga ga he he he!!"
The crocodiles cried out one after another; for Jonavili, whose senses were already very sharp, it was quite noisy.
But she didn't care; after all, the most critical step was complete. Having applied a slow effect with her Frost Breath, the success rate of this hunt had been greatly improved.
She opened her dragon maw again, and a line shaped Frost Breath shot out, hitting the head of one rockclaw magic crocodile on the spot.
The highly penetrating breath ray tore through the sturdy scales and pierced through its head, killing it instantly.
These rockclaw magic crocodiles were all low level magic beasts, and even at their peak, they could only reach the Silver 2nd Circle.
Furthermore, before launching her attack, Jonavili had roughly observed them; in this group, the strongest was only at the Bronze 8th Circle, which was why she dared to launch such a blatant attack.
Jonavili's movements did not stop as she continued to fire breath rays. Seeing one of their own killed, the group of crocodiles began to think of retreating, but with the slow and freezing debuffs applied to them, their movements were no different from a turtle's.
For these slow moving live targets, Jonavili served up a feast of Frost Breath.
However, she did not go on a killing spree; after killing one more rockclaw magic crocodile, she stopped her attack and allowed the others to escape into the river.
She wasn't afraid of these crocodiles escaping; the entire Sam River was only so large, so where could they possibly go?
Jonavili didn't believe these rockclaw magic crocodiles could survive for long away from the water.
The sound of flapping dragon wings echoed as Jonavili landed on the ground; around her, aside from the condensed frost, there were only the three dead rockclaw magic crocodiles.
A single rockclaw magic crocodile was nearly nine meters long; for Jonavili, who was only a bit over three meters long in total, one was more than enough to fill her belly.
The reason she hunted three was due to her own considerations: one for herself, one to be frozen as reserve food, and the last one to be used to build favor.
After all, doing nothing and relying solely on acting cute would never earn her a powerful gold medal enforcer; if she could create a life and death crisis and then play the hero saving the beauty, that would be even better.
Establishing trust between chromatic dragons is incredibly difficult; the reason Furiel didn't sign a contract with Jonavili and even dared to let Jonavili live in the same cave with her was due to the red dragon's arrogant nature and absolute confidence in her own strength.
In her eyes, Jonavili, as a white dragon, was just a subordinate who had submitted to her, and one whose mind wasn't very bright; to put it more vividly, she was like a pet Husky.
Thinking of this, Jonavili couldn't help but let out a silly grin.
But soon, the hunger in her belly urged her to eat quickly.
Following her heart, Jonavili walked up to one of the rockclaw magic crocodiles. Before eating, she expanded her perception to prevent other monsters or magic beasts from ambushing her; after doing so, she opened her dragon maw and began to feast.
The delicious rockclaw magic crocodile meat was fine and smooth, melting in the mouth without any fibrous texture and with very little fat; it was like a Pro Max version of low fat chicken breast, but with the soft springiness of fish. Biting into it, there was no dryness, and the fibers were so fine they required almost no effort to chew.
The legs, the tail, and the belly all had subtle differences in texture, but overall, it could be described in one word — succulent!
Soon, an entire rockclaw magic crocodile was swept clean by Jonavili, leaving only a pile of scraps on the ground.
As for the mana core? She had long since swallowed it as a small snack.
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