The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

"How much grass seed have you collected?"

Grass Woman pointed to the foxtail grass covering nearly an acre of land and said:

"Almost all the grass seeds with cultivation value are here, but there are still several areas in the forest where foxtail grass grows in patches. As for the scattered growth, it's countless."

"I plan to select the valuable grass seeds from those patches of foxtail grass and then use a withering spell to kill the foxtail grass that's currently growing."

"This is to prevent the defects they carry from contaminating the seeds I've painstakingly selected."

Atilan nodded in agreement. Indeed, the mixture of good and bad was a significant problem.

The good is millet, the bad is foxtail grass. They share a common ancestor, so they naturally look very similar. Not only will millet improve the genes of foxtail grass,

but foxtail grass will also hinder the millet during pollination, affecting the yield, not to mention causing seed degradation.

"I'll help you when the time comes. Do you want me to prepare a millet cultivation base near Greenscale Town so you can focus on cultivating millet on that land?"

Grass Woman casually waved her hand.

"No need. The existing patches of land in the forest where foxtail grass grows are already quite good, and there are significant differences in the land environment between them. Maybe I can cultivate several different subtypes of millet."

Atilan's eyes widened upon hearing this. He hadn't expected Grass Woman to have considered it so far ahead. Subspecies of millet suitable for different environments, she actually wanted to cultivate them all at once.

As expected, her ambition was great. No wonder she was prepared to dedicate her life to it.

"Say no more, I'll go arrange for the kobolds right away."

A revolt was still unlikely, but the kobolds' work enthusiasm would definitely gradually decline.

So, the ban still needed to be relaxed to some extent, but it still had to be restricted, otherwise, the number of kobolds might quickly exceed ten thousand.

In fact, the current kobolds have very low application value. Their height is similar to that of halflings, and besides being good at digging, they have no other special skills.

What Atilan wanted more were winged kobolds. Flying was a very important advantage. If all the kobolds under his command could be winged kobolds,

just the kobolds launching an offensive from the air would easily wipe out a large number of enemies, such as by dropping stones.

You laboriously hurl a stone with a slingshot, but you might not be able to kill the enemy. But the kobolds fly into the sky with a bag of stones, and just need to pour the stones from the bag from hundreds of meters in the air.

Even if they don't die, they'll have a big bump on their head. Even with an iron helmet, they can't stop this kind of blunt force damage.

Otherwise, how could it be said that iron helmets and armor are most afraid of blunt weapon attacks like hammers?

Atilan found the kobold leader in Big Horn Town as quickly as possible.

As the leader, he must have received some privileges, but not many.

For example, Atilan allowed him to keep a fixed mate, but they could only have children once a year. The kobold leader still had a bit of weak red dragon blood.

Perhaps he could cultivate winged kobold offspring.

Seeing Atilan arrive, the kobold leader immediately prostrated respectfully on the ground.

"Dragon Lord!"

"Prepare twenty clever little kobolds, I have work for them."

"Yes!"

"Also, the ban on the separation of male and female kobolds can be lifted, but you must restrict them from producing too many little kobolds. Do you understand how to do it?"

The kobold leader looked distressed.

"Understood."

Although the matter was difficult, it was better than being constantly banned by the Dragon Lord.

"Your subordinate will definitely work hard!"

"Dragon Lord, what are those twenty little kobolds going to do? I can choose according to the requirements."

Atilan briefly told the kobold leader about the millet cultivation, and his eyes lit up.

"I understand."

Being able to participate in the cultivation of food meant that these little kobolds would definitely not go hungry in the future, and they would definitely eat better than them.

Perhaps the hope of the kobold's rise lies in these twenty little kobolds.

As the number of races under Atilan's command increased, and the total number of dependents increased, the kobold leader could clearly feel the importance of their kobolds under Atilan's command constantly declining.

Besides digging, they really didn't seem to be able to do anything else.

But even in digging, they couldn't compare to the minotaurs who could turn them into meat patties with one punch. Their only competitive advantage was digging underground ditches and qanat wells.

But there were only so many places that needed qanat wells. Originally, the Atlantis Kingdom's expansion focus was on the arid Hexi region, and the more southwest it was, the more qanat wells were needed.

But recently, the thinking has changed, and the rainforest east of the Southwest River has become the kingdom's main development direction. Suddenly, they who were good at digging qanat wells were no longer so important.

Now that there was new work for them, the kobold leader naturally had to put in two hundred percent of his effort.

"Dragon Lord, rest assured, I will definitely choose the best little kobolds!"

"After selecting them, have them report to Greenscale Town. You personally lead the team. Also, the swamp in the south needs to be drained, and the task of digging ditches is still given to you."

"Yes!"

Being arranged by Atilan to do endless work instead made the kobold leader feel a hundred times more energetic, because this was a manifestation of the Dragon Lord's attention to their kobolds.

Atilan didn't want to say anything else. After on-the-spot investigation, he found that the two pieces of land he could control were not good places.

Most of the Hexi region near the desert was arid wasteland, while most of the Hedong region near the rainforest was swamp.

However, Atilan also knew that if these two areas were any good, they would have been occupied by humans long ago. How could only some barbaric and backward monsters occupy these two pieces of land?

The Southwest River, plus the three rivers in the rainforest, left many forests, swamps, and terrible miasma on the land with an area of over 100,000 square kilometers that Atilan was preparing to conquer.

It wouldn't be easy to develop!

But, what he was least afraid of was difficulties. As long as he had enough dependents under his command, even the largest swamp would be drained and turned into fertile land!

This required the mermen and kobolds to dredge and dig new waterways together, draining the water accumulated in the soil into the sea.

And there must be strong enough combat power, otherwise, if the swamp becomes fertile land, see if the Water Sprite Kingdom in the south will rob it.

So, everything can't be rushed.

Now, the most important thing for Atilan was to re-accumulate potential!

That's right, after condensing the Dragon Orb, he found that his biological level had increased by 0.5, and his druid level had increased by 1, but then, when he cultivated, it was obviously not as fast as before.

It was as if his potential had been used up.

In fact, Atilan was very clear that the current cultivation speed was the normal speed.

The reason why he could cultivate so fast before was purely a trick.

He agreed to join the millet domestication research group because he wanted to patiently settle down for a while.

Let his dragon body grow a little longer.

This precipitation lasted for a full four months.

This day, Atilan had just grilled an eight-centimeter-long foxtail grass when he suddenly thought of something.

"Tomorrow is the day I hatched, which is my birthday!"

Panther Woman, who was also grabbing a handful of foxtail grass to grill, raised her head in confusion and asked:

"So, are you planning to treat everyone to a big feast tomorrow?"

"Your millet is going to burn."

Atilan just silently reminded her.

Panther Woman screamed and quickly grabbed the millet, frantically blowing on it.

"Do you know that your behavior will only make the millet burn even worse?"

Flower Woman walked over with a smile and said:

"What millet? What's the difference between this and ordinary foxtail grass?"

Atilan also sighed and said:

"After tossing for four months, the size of the grass seeds hasn't changed at all. The only breakthrough is that the ear of foxtail grass has doubled in length. Although this breakthrough is already amazing,"

"it still makes people feel dissatisfied."

Panther Woman casually stuffed the burnt foxtail grass into Flower Woman's hand.

"Stop talking about millet, what are you planning to do tomorrow?"

"Naturally, I'll invite the druids in the forest. As for my dependents, I won't invite them. If they knew that the Dragon Lord was only one year old, wouldn't I lose face?"

Wine Woman staggered over, drunk.

"If they knew you were one year old, they would definitely be happy to death. You're so powerful at one year old, wouldn't you be able to go to heaven at a thousand years old?"

Atilan looked at Wine Woman in surprise.

"Why are you drinking so much wine? I remember you rarely get drunk."

"I'm happy today! My Frostfire Wine has finally made a breakthrough!"

"Really? I want to be the first to drink it!"

Panther Woman jumped up excitedly.

Wine Woman said with a wry smile:

"I brewed Frost Wine and Fire Wine separately. Aren't I amazing! But Frostfire Wine, I can't brew it no matter what. This question is too difficult, I can't do it!"

If solving the conflicting energies of ice and fire is indeed very difficult.

Atilan could only step forward and comfort her:

"Tomorrow is my birthday, and I need special drinks. I think your Frost Wine and Fire Wine are very good. I'll perform a bartending for everyone then."

"Without Frostfire Wine, we can use these two wines to bartend, it might not be worse than Frostfire Wine."

Wine Woman hiccupped and fell asleep with her head tilted.

When she woke up, she found herself in a luxurious banquet scene. The long table was covered with golden wild boar, lamb chops, roast chicken, roast duck, etc., waiting for people to take them.

And more than thirty druids were surrounding Atilan, seemingly watching some performance.

Wine Woman squeezed into the crowd and happened to see Atilan with a bottle of Frost Wine and a bottle of Fire Wine. The blue liquid and the red liquid were spinning in the air, forming a vortex with distinct red and blue boundaries.

Finally, as it turned, it became faster and faster, and the two liquids miraculously fused.

Wine Woman's eyes widened suddenly, and she let out a sharp burst of excitement.

"That's right, that's it!"