The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Attilan, with his two front paws trembling, struggled to sit up, adjusted his posture, and began to meditate. Every cell in his body greedily devoured the natural primal force.

Using his will to fight against his weak body, the bear-man couldn't provide assistance to his apprentice. He merely silently mobilized the forest's natural energy to the vicinity, making it easier for Attilan to absorb.

This training for Attilan was not in the original plan, but it was necessary. Tempering his mind in his youth would raise Attilan's ceiling.

Sufficient preparations had to be made so that Attilan could seize the opportunity when it arrived. The elemental dragon's lifespan of over three thousand years gave him ample time to wait for the chance.

Moreover, dragons had an advanced class called Godslayer Dragon. When a dragon leveled up the Godslayer Dragon class to the maximum level of 12, the dragon would become an immortal quasi-god.

At that time, Attilan's margin for error would be very high.

Advancing to Godslayer Dragon wasn't just about obtaining the immortality trait. Attilan believed it would also help with godhood later on, serving as a layer of protection, granting him greater control when igniting the divine fire.

Thinking about godhood was still too early for Attilan now, but having a plan in advance was definitely better than having no plan at all. Once the Nature Empire was established, it would be Attilan's stable source of faith.

But Attilan really didn't have the energy to focus on the merman tribe, because the nightmare of using lightning breath to temper and the water of life to irrigate the oak guardians lasted a full fifteen days!

Do you know how he spent those fifteen days!?

Every day, he poured all his strength into the treants, leaving not a drop, then sat down tremblingly to meditate and recover his state, adjusting himself to continue tempering the treants.

The bear-man wasn't a demon either, and couldn't completely deny Attilan rest time.

Every day, he had two hours to go out for some fresh air, to satisfy his hunger, look at the picturesque scenery of the forest to soothe his nerves, and take the time to throw two wild boars or giant lizards to the merman tribe.

"That's it for today, you've reached your limit. Go back and get a good night's sleep, Attilan, and continue sorting out nature tomorrow."

Hearing the bear-man's words, Attilan was immediately moved to tears. He was finally free!

The fifteen days of tempering wasn't the treants' limit, it was Attilan's limit. The bear-man accurately judged his physical condition, allowing him to rest for a month or two to digest the accumulation of this period before continuing.

When the treants were completely sublimated, they would be able to upgrade from oak guardians to Trees of Life, with roots spreading across the earth, forming a network for transmitting life energy, nourishing life growth with the same effect as Attilan's Breath of Life.

So it was said that Attilan was really special. The specialized ability that Trees of Life cultivated for hundreds of years, Attilan had it from birth, making the treants' ignorant minds feel the disparity of the world.

Watching Attilan fly away happily, the treant asked curiously:

"Big Bear, the little dragon is too special, are you really okay?"

The bear-man patted his chest, his imposing gaze fixed on the distance.

"I am Gae-Oh, I can handle it!"

Returning to his long-lost dragon's nest, Attilan began to take stock of the gains from this training. For the same half-month, in the first half of the month, he seemed to be sightseeing, while in the second half of the month, he seemed to be on a battlefield where he couldn't stop for a moment.

Fifteen days ago, he was just a fledgling dragon of Druid level 2. Now, not only had his Druid level reached level 4, but his spellcasting ability was also comparable to that of a level 1 warlock.

Counting it like this, he could be considered a level 5 professional.

The spellcasting ability endowed by the dragon bloodline made it so that dragons learned spells like warlocks, except that dragons developed their own spell bloodline, unlike warlocks who received it from others.

Using his existing warlock spellcasting experience, coupled with the knowledge in his inherited memories of his predecessors endowing others with warlock spellcasting abilities, Attilan felt that he should be able to turn the merman priest into a warlock.

These days, Attilan had no time to pay attention to the changes in the merman tribe, only occasionally dropping some food at the entrance of the village. He didn't expect the mermen to strictly follow his instructions and build ten clam fields.

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Although the number of clams was still not enough, Attilan was very satisfied with the mermen's execution, and immediately ordered the mermen to stop digging new clam fields, and to take a day off today.

Attilan found the old merman, who was carving with a large piece of wood. The statue had already taken shape, and Attilan recognized at a glance that the dragon being carved was him.

Although the old merman had made some optimizations, such as a more coordinated body proportion, sharper claws and teeth, and longer dragon horns, it didn't look like a fledgling dragon at all, but more like a juvenile dragon.

"Master, the statue is ready. I don't know when we can hold the dedication ceremony?"

"You are a warlock?"

Attilan was a little surprised, but the old merman smiled calmly.

"I was indeed a warlock before, but later I was abandoned by the benefactor, and I became a priest serving the water element. I can barely maintain the ability to cast spells and can heal everyone."

Attilan felt that he seemed to have underestimated this old merman. He didn't expect that after losing the warlock's spellcasting ability, he could still become self-taught, which was much stronger than the priest and druid he had previously inferred.

Now it seemed that the merman tribe still had talent. Look, he had found an R card.

"I came and left in a hurry last time, and then I was delayed by things. What is the profession of the largest merman?"

"Barbarian."

Hearing the old merman's answer, Attilan stared at him in surprise.

"Barbarian, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

It wasn't that Attilan looked down on the mermen, it was just that it was impossible to find such a calm person who had chosen the barbarian profession. The core of the barbarian was anger, was unyielding.

Learning to use his brain and reasonably arrange for the mermen to work, Attilan thought he was a warrior with excellent command abilities.

The spirit of the bluefish, that was the totem spirit of the barbarian. He didn't expect that the merman tribe would have such a rare existence. No wonder they were able to tame magic bluefish as mounts.

"Are there any other talents in your tribe?"

Looking at the big merman in the distance leading several adult mermen in training, the old merman said with emotion:

"If anyone can achieve something, it should be his two sons."

"Tell me more about it. The eldest son is thin and weak, and not strong, but he is very agile, swims very fast and without waves. With training, he will be a qualified assassin."

"The youngest son has a good ability to sense elements, and is following me to learn how to serve the water element and master spellcasting abilities. The bluefish spirit also has a good impression of him."

A small tribe with only sixty mermen was actually able to find such rich professional talents as warlocks, barbarians, assassins, and shamans, which really shocked Attilan.

There was no need to mention warriors. This profession had the lowest threshold, easy to learn but difficult to master. On the battlefield, they were the most suitable cannon fodder, just because warriors had order and obeyed commands, commanders liked to use them to fill the lines the most.

The second was the barbarian who charged into the formation. Attilan estimated that the barbarians of the merman tribe had died in battle, which made the big merman learn to use his brain, and transformed from a berserker with endless anger into a totem warrior guided by a totem spirit.

Compared to barbarians, a warlock with spellcasting abilities was more important. Warlocks could make magical props and prepare magical potions.

"If I bestow you with my dragon blood, can you restore the warlock's spellcasting ability?"