The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

The werebear transformed into a magnificent great horned owl and gracefully departed, leaving Attilan alone to glumly gnaw on roasted fish. It had to be said that the werebear's culinary skills were even better than the half-goat people's.

Even though the half-goat people were known as hedonists, one should never underestimate any legend. Even in life skills, they far surpassed ordinary people.

After finishing the roasted fish, Attilan began to ponder the assignment left by the werebear.

The birth of the Creeper Sprite was likely the result of natural magic, lightning breath, and the Water of Life working together. It was full of chance and coincidence, and even if he wanted to replicate it, Attilan didn't know where to find a suitable target.

He had chosen a node where natural magic converged, and the vines had been nourished for many years. He had only played a catalytic role.

After careful consideration, Attilan concluded that if he wanted to understand the influencing factors of the Creeper Sprite's birth, he would still have to experiment!

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Because the forest was governed in natural harmony by the werebear, the great druid, Attilan couldn't find a wild Creeper Monster to experiment on.

Because all evil plants that disrupted the balance of nature would be dealt with by the werebear at the first moment of their birth, or even before they were born.

First, Attilan needed to find a magical plant suitable for experimentation, preferably one that was about to take shape but hadn't fully formed yet, giving him some room to maneuver without causing too much damage to the magical plant.

Based on the information he had gathered from exploring the forest during this time, there were actually several tree-men in the forest who had not yet awakened. If he stimulated them with lightning breath and the Water of Life, could he accelerate their awakening?

Shaking his head, he banished the thought from his mind. If he damaged the tree-men's foundations, preventing them from awakening, even if his master didn't kill him, he would inevitably be picked up and given a good beating.

Old Bear's tree-men couldn't be touched carelessly, but not all areas of the forest belonged to Old Bear. The centaur tribe in the southwest, the pixie village in the northwest, and the forest panther clan in the northeast all had some autonomy over their areas of activity.

The last time he went to the centaur tribe for a drink, Attilan seemed to notice a tree deep in the tribe that seemed a little different from ordinary trees. It was just that many centaur-carved sacrificial totems, ancestral weapons, and trophies were hanging on the trunk.

The dense centaur aura masked the tree's aura.

Even if he couldn't experiment, at least he could explore the situation of the sacred tree, collect some information on magical plants, and give his thesis more data to support it.

Attilan flew to the centaur tribe. The Centaur King frowned in confusion as he looked at him and asked:

"The trade caravan has already set off. Do you have any problems now that require me to catch up with the caravan to notify them?"

Attilan shamelessly approached the Centaur King with a smile, but seeing his smile, the Centaur King directly retreated three feet away.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't get so close."

"It's like this. My master gave me an assignment. I want to see your sacred tree and collect some information on magical plants. Your sacred tree should be a tree-man, right?"

Hearing Attilan's words, the Centaur King sighed quietly.

"Since my father led the tribe to live in the forest more than a hundred years ago, my father chose this magic-gathering oak tree as our sacred tree. My father believed that if the sacred tree was enlightened, it would awaken and become a tree-man sooner or later, and the tribe's safety would be guaranteed."

"It's just that more than a hundred years have passed, and the sacred tree still shows no signs of awakening. I even suspect that our actions have affected the sacred tree's awakening."

Attilan's eyes darted around. Here was an opportunity.

"Centaur King, I have a talent spell that is very helpful for the growth of magical plants. Why don't I help you take a look?"

Struggling to suppress his expectations, Attilan waited for the Centaur King's reply.

"I need to ask the priest. You come with me."

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Attilan didn't expect that he could see a second druid in the forest. Clearly, the werebear said that he was sent by the Council of Nature, but in the end, a great druid actually grew a forest all by himself.

Because the werebear only let him plant trees, meditate, and observe the balance of the ecological chain in the forest, he wanted to find other druids to ask about cultivation experience, but after going around and around, he didn't see a single druid.

Attilan thought that the old centaur priest in front of him would be a priest, but it turned out that he was the most common, yet rarest, druid in the forest.

Attilan quickly and enthusiastically approached him.

"Senior, I've finally met you!"

Looking at the tearful Attilan, the old centaur was filled with confusion. When did he become so popular, and with the enthusiasm of a dragon druid?

"Do you have anything to say?"

The old centaur didn't think that their tribe could have anything worthy of a dragon druid's attention.

Attilan recounted his hardships and difficulties during this time, and the old centaur immediately asked in confusion:

"Since you are a disciple of Master Gai'ogai, why didn't the master bring you to the druid gathering three days ago?"

Attilan's entire dragon was instantly stunned. What was that? Druid gathering? ? ?

My ears didn't really hear that, did they?

"Senior, do you mean that besides you, there are actually other druids in the forest?"

The old centaur nodded and explained:

"Some of us have tribal inheritance, some are naturally inspired, and some are passing through this forest while traveling. Everyone stayed because they received guidance from Master Gai'ogai, and we hold a gathering once a month under the master's leadership."

So, they weren't including me, were they?

"Then why haven't I seen everyone when I was cultivating in the forest? And why didn't I see you last time I came to the centaur tribe, senior?"

The old centaur was puzzled:

"This… when did you come?"

"Just at the bonfire party the day before yesterday!"

"Oh, that may have been because I went to the druid gathering."

"Then when did you start the gathering?"

The old centaur said the time, and Attilan gnashed his teeth and looked in the direction of the Tree of Life. They kicked him out to plant trees first, and then immediately held a druid gathering.

Damn it, how could I have such a master? Why did I become a disciple in the first place!

Wait a minute, it seemed like he wasn't willingly apprenticed in the first place.

Okay, no problem now.

Returning to the topic just now, Attilan curiously looked at the old centaur.

"Senior, why can't I find the other druids?"

The old centaur said with a smile:

"It's just a little trick between druids. Everyone usually likes to disguise themselves as all kinds of animals, or even plants. There's no druidic aura at all. Only druids who can see through their disguise will communicate with each other."

Then the old centaur looked at Attilan with a faint smile.

Attilan took a deep breath and suppressed the resentment in his heart.

I understand. High-end druids don't play with noobs. People don't bother with a newbie druid like him with a body full of natural aura, even if he is Gai'ogai's disciple.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little stiff, the Centaur King quickly spoke up to smooth things over.

"Priest, Attilan said that he has a talent spell that may help the sacred tree awaken, what do you think?"

The old centaur nodded thoughtfully. He was just wondering how Master Gai'ogai could accept such a stupid disciple. It turned out that he had talent.

It's just that his comprehension is really a bit lacking.

Looking at the subtle changes in the old centaur's eyes, Attilan really wanted to bite this old rascal to death! I'm not clear about your rules of the game, I'm not stupid!

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