The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

"Oh, right, don't use too much Life Water, just enough to keep them from dying. It's the edge of life and death that stimulates their potential."

Attilan helplessly shook his head, waving his claws and condensing drops of Life Water from their tips, flicking them into the open mouths of the kobolds as they howled in pain.

As a result, the kobolds' struggles intensified instantly after the Life Water went down.

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Shana recorded in her notebook that dark red scales leaned towards fire, requiring supplemental toxins, while dark green scales leaned towards toxins, requiring supplemental fire elements. The specific amounts needed to be determined based on their physical changes after taking this potion.

Shana arranged this potion-swallowing experiment to further examine the kobolds' talents. Those who were too lacking would only serve as experimental assistants after the first stage of the experiment.

The fire-toxin resistance granted to the kobolds after the first stage of training already prevented them from falling into the pit and being swarmed by fire-poison insects, torn and bitten until only bones remained.

Also carrying the aura of fire and poison, and larger in size than ordinary poisonous insects, the kobolds would not be the primary prey, allowing them to serve as assistants for a long time.

Only when the kobolds lay weakly on the ground, no longer rolling around, did Shana finally close her bark scroll and nod in satisfaction, saying:

"Compared to ordinary insects, these kobolds' vitality is indeed more tenacious. Perhaps they can really succeed. If they become poison-fire dragonkin, then I must congratulate you on obtaining a fearsome war machine."

Being hit by the poison-fire breath of a poison-fire dragonkin is like an ordinary person being hit by a white phosphorus bomb, where even bones can be burned to ashes. The poison-fire breath will also devour all of the enemy's vitality.

Shana's teacher survived, but her body suffered severe damage during the treatment process, almost completely losing the possibility of further advancement.

It took her five years to fully recover, but the twenty years of lifespan lost could not be replenished.

Five years of recuperation, fifteen years devoured by poison-fire, her druid career was directly buried, which was truly lamentable.

After using the kobolds to stabilize Shana, Attilan finally had the opportunity to lead his carefully selected one hundred iron-clad centaur shock cavalry, one hundred wattle-armored minotaur long-axemen, and three hundred wattle-armored merman spearmen to advance towards the Riverlands forward base.

These three hundred mermen could not be drawn solely from the green-scaled mermen. Nearly two hundred were recruited from the rainforest and the Riverlands wetlands and swamps. From the morale of these merman soldiers, one could see the old merman's painstaking efforts in training them.

Meanwhile, Lista at the forward base, upon learning that the Dragon Lord was about to arrive for inspection, immediately had people begin preparations, determined to present the best possible spirit to welcome the Dragon Lord.

At this moment in the camp, a newly surrendered minotaur looked cunningly at Lista.

"Chief, why should we listen to the orders of some Dragon Lord? With your hundred fully armored minotaurs, plus this vast number of minotaurs armed with the iron weapons you brought..."

"We could completely conquer all the tribes ahead, enslave them, and establish a kingdom belonging to us minotaurs! At that time, Chief, you would be the king!"

Lista just looked at him coldly.

"Next time, remember to call me Overseer. Also, that's not a vast number, it's 628 minotaurs! You can't even count the numbers, and you dare to question the Dragon Lord's power and wisdom."

"If it weren't for the Dragon Lord, you wouldn't have the iron weapons in your hands, or the iron armor on their bodies. You would only be able to eat the mud-covered fish that your subordinates caught from the swamp!"

"Instead of enjoying golden and crispy roasted fish!"

Lista directly threw the huge battle axe in his hand. The spinning axe cut a large tree into two pieces and returned to his hand.

"Yes."

Faced with Lista's instructions, the minotaur respectfully lowered his head, but the cunning minotaur would not give up. Believing himself to be intelligent, he would not give up inciting Lista to establish himself as king.

If Lista established himself as king, he could become the number two figure. If Lista chose to act as overseer, then the hundred minotaurs wearing iron armor could step on his head.

He was clearly stronger than them, but he couldn't get a set of armor for himself. Most importantly, he didn't want to deal with the damn, stinky mud anymore!

This minotaur also had his own channels to learn about the dragon's news. He didn't think that a dragon who only regarded its dependents as slaves would take out a hundred sets of iron armor to arm them.

In the border area between the rainforest and the swamp further east, there was a kingdom ruled by a black dragon. That black dragon only knew how to lie in the mud and wait for its dependents to bring fish to its door.

If the fish wasn't big enough, then it would receive a claw or a tail as a reward.

Such a Dragon Lord was not worth the minotaur's loyalty at all. Minotaurs who also had some ideas of promoting the minotaur race still believed that a kingdom belonging to the minotaurs should be established.

A hundred minotaurs wielding iron weapons, and a few who could absorb energy from the earth under their feet to recover from their injuries, even the black dragon would not dare to provoke them easily.

This so-called ocean sub-dragon Dragon Lord was even less to be feared by the minotaur.

Until he saw a hundred centaurs also wearing iron armor, holding gleaming spears, marching towards the camp with uniform steps, his breathing almost stopped.

Behind the centaurs were a hundred minotaurs. Except for not having iron armor, their performance was not much inferior to the hundred minotaurs brought by Lista.

Just as he was repeatedly shocked, countless mermen holding obsidian spears landed from the river on the east side of the camp, and the quickly arranged military formation was more rigorous than the minotaurs' formation that took half an hour to organize.

The minotaurs without iron armor simply couldn't think of charging into the forest of spears made up of obsidian.

Lista just stood calmly at the gate and said:

"Now, do you still want to incite me to establish a minotaur kingdom? Have you ever thought about a problem, even if I agree, can the other minotaurs agree?"

"Don't forget, the food you eat is all sent from the Dragon Lord's territory. Just relying on this little land we have captured, we can't find enough food to feed seven hundred minotaurs."

"Remember, without the Dragon Lord, the minotaurs can't even fill their stomachs, let alone establish a kingdom! Rather than being a king, I would rather be an overseer!"

"That way I can enjoy the battle to my heart's content!"

If it weren't for Attilan telling him to be steady and methodical, he would have already pushed the front line to the border of the water elf kingdom.

Accompanied by a majestic dragon roar, Attilan made a brilliant appearance from the sky.

The originally clear sky was instantly covered by dark clouds, and wisps of drizzle fell from the sky. In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, making Attilan's appearance full of power.

Attilan crashed heavily onto the ground in front of Lista, and the white air wave set off directly rushed into the interior of the camp.

Attilan's appearance was directly engraved in the hearts of the minotaurs, making him realize what a truly majestic dragon was.

And the black dragon he learned about from his friends was just a maggot living in the mud.

Lista knelt respectfully on one knee, and the minotaurs behind him all knelt down directly.

Following Lista's loud shout.

"Welcome, Dragon Lord!"

All the minotaurs followed him and shouted.

"Welcome, Dragon Lord!"

… …

"Welcome, Dragon Lord!"

Who wouldn't be submissive to a Dragon Lord like Attilan who knows how to create scenes and atmosphere.

"I heard that my warriors are trapped by a large swamp in front of them. The moisture in the swamp makes you helpless, but you don't need to worry, I, your Dragon Lord, the king you are loyal to!"

"I will lead you to advance on dry and hard land, and conquer all the mermen, lizardmen, centaurs, and minotaurs on this land!"

"Now pack your things and prepare to march south!"

Lista got up directly and shouted:

"Everyone, pack your things!"

Indeed, the moisture in this land was a bit too abundant. Attilan felt that even with the rainforest blocking it, these lands would soon turn from swamps into lakes, and eventually merge with the swampy dragon's current territory.

No wonder no one wanted this land.

But he was here today, then this land would become dry, leaving only a lake in the central area, and the rest would enter the sea along the river.

Why could Attilan have arrived at the camp before the five hundred guards, but he was the last to appear? Of course, it wasn't because the Dragon Lord should appear last.

Because he went to investigate the geological environment of the south.

The terrain determined whether his next big move would succeed or not. He didn't want this grand performance that he had prepared for four months to end in a ridiculous failure.

That's right, Lista had quickly taken down these minotaurs four months ago, but in these four months, they had only done one thing, dredging the river!

Because Attilan planned to put on a grand performance!

To extract the moisture from the swamp area of more than one thousand square kilometers in the territory occupied by these minotaurs at one time, and transport it all to the sea through the river.

Four months of cultivation made Attilan so powerful that the released spells could affect such a large area?

Of course not possible!

But four months was enough for him to design a magic array that would affect such a large area!

At the same time, bury the water element crystals needed for the extraction array in this land.

Because it was just extracting moisture, this magic array was not difficult. The difficulty lay in the fact that the affected area was very large.

Attilan's performance was naturally not just for the minotaurs to see, they were at most chickens, the water elf kingdom was the monkey!

Accompanied by Attilan spinning in mid-air, blue light beads rose from the earth, moisture was extracted from the earth, and then gathered into a stream of water and injected into the river opened up by the minotaurs.

And quickly became surging and surging, and finally merged into the three major rivers of the rainforest, rushing more rapidly to the south.