The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

The reason why Artilan chose to send troops to attack the frogmen a month later was that training these fishmen was only a secondary purpose. The main reason was that transporting military rations took time.

Ten days later, the first batch of military rations arrived. Artilan then gathered the fishmen for ten days of training. Now, he just wanted them to gather all the warriors for Artilan to inspect and then take the food he rewarded them back.

The amount was not much, but it could improve their lives.

The specific amount they could receive depended on how many warriors these tribes could bring.

Usually, labor could guarantee three meals a day, but warriors could receive extra rations before setting off to fight, ensuring they had sufficient combat power.

The food they usually ate was still a bit lacking. What could best guarantee combat power were the meats nourished by natural magic!

Given the same growth time, animals absorbed more natural magic than plants. If you simply looked at nutritional content, then eating black beans could also increase strength.

However, this was not an ordinary world. The ubiquitous energy made food more versatile, bringing more strength gains after consumption.

As a druid, Artilan discovered after trying various animal and plant foods that the food with the best effect on increasing strength was the honey brewed by the vine women's bees.

Secondly, it was the mushrooms on the sloth's body after a month of hibernation. The mushrooms absorbed a month's worth of natural magic along with the sloth, so the effect was naturally not bad.

Moreover, the exceptionally delicious taste made mushrooms an essential delicacy for gatherings.

The sloths even began to study growing mushrooms, finding various brightly colored mushrooms in the forest to plant, but these mushrooms were inedible!

Then, the sloth's research was unanimously rejected by everyone attending the gathering. The sloth could only be forced to choose a very small, edible mushroom to begin his research.

And under Artilan's guidance, the sloth chose shiitake mushrooms as his research direction.

Mushrooms with aroma and umami flavor were quite difficult to cultivate.

At least the wild mushrooms that the sloth found in the forest tasted almost like chewing wood. There was a little umami, but it was all in the soup. The mushrooms were not eaten.

At most, they were used as spices.

Artilan still tried to promote the cultivation of this small white mushroom, intending to dry it and sell it to the halflings as a spice. Perhaps after expanding the planting area, the small white mushroom would naturally mutate into a larger and tastier variety.

Of course, this was just wishful thinking. According to Old Urchin, a druid had tried to cultivate shiitake mushrooms a hundred years ago, but he cultivated the variety through druidic magic intervention.

After his death, the characteristics of the mushroom lost the artificial intervention and stability. In less than five years, the white jade mushroom, which was originally large and white like an umbrella, became like this.

This was the power of nature.

Saur went down with great ambition to prepare the training ground for the fishmen. According to the number reported by these fishmen who came to see Artilan, he needed to prepare a training ground that could accommodate eight hundred fishmen.

This did not include the three hundred fishmen they brought.

On this land, which was uneven due to the flowing water all year round, Saur felt that the first thing he had to do was to gather manpower to level out a training ground.

This was a matter for the fishmen, so naturally he could not trouble the people and minotaurs in the camp. Saur was very clear that whether his subsequent work went smoothly depended entirely on whether the three hundred fishmen from Greenfin Town supported him.

Of course, the number of true Greenfin fishmen was only over two hundred. Before he set off, the second child born to Second Uncle's third daughter hatched. The birth of three small fishmen officially broke Greenfin fishmen past two hundred.

There were still dozens of eggs left, and the tribe was still giving birth, hoping to break through a thousand within a year.

Of course, these were the original one hundred or so Greenfin fishmen from Greenfin Town, mixed with the more than four hundred fishmen recruited later, giving birth to second-generation fishmen.

Fishmen did not have the concept of monogamy. The old fishman accurately matched the tribe's male fishmen with the newly joined female fishmen, and vice versa.

At the same time, with the Greenfish Spirit as the core and the Totem War Dance as the ritual, a grand sacrifice was held. The object of the sacrifice was Artilan. To hold this ritual, the old fishman naturally reported to Artilan.

Artilan also cautiously found the bearmen to inquire.

Faced with Artilan's caution, the bearmen looked at him very coldly and speechlessly.

"Don't say whether this kind of ritual can generate the power of faith. Even if it can, the amount of the power of faith will not be much. The most important thing is that you can't keep those powers of faith at all."

"So you don't have to worry about being affected by the power of faith at all. If you can increase your strength by casually finding a group of people to believe in you, do you think you would still have a chance to play house?"

"Whether it is the desert or the wetlands, they will be made suitable for living by powerful mages and druids, and then let their subjects offer faith. Do you think you can beat a legend?"

"Faith is not difficult. The difficulty is how to transform faith into power. If a god-level dragon stood in front of me and told me that he was worried about being affected by the power of faith..."

"I might seriously think about a solution, but are you? The power of faith will not affect the weak, even me."

Artilan smiled without embarrassment.

"I didn't expect that you, Master, are already so strong, but you still think you are weak. Master, you are really too modest."

The bearmen just silently clenched their fists.

"Are you okay? If you are okay, why don't I help you relax your muscles and bones? It has been four months since I last relaxed you. I see that there is already natural magic stasis in your body again."

Artilan was instantly frightened and lost her color, and quickly waved her hands and said:

"No! Absolutely not! Master, you saw it. I absorbed lightning several times to temper my body with the dragon ball. It was very meticulous. Absolutely! There is absolutely no energy stasis."

The bearmen really used as much strength as you could eat, and he massaged you with as much strength as possible, and even took the initiative to help you challenge your limits. He really treated everyone as perverts who liked to become stronger through painful torture.

"Aunt Jaina asked me to go to dinner, so I'll leave first."

The frightened Artilan left the Amethyst Mountain at the fastest speed, even forgetting to ask Bloodscar questions.

In order to avoid possible influence, Artilan still did not attend this ritual. The ritual only used a wooden statue smeared with his dragon blood as a substitute.

After taming these twelve hundred fishmen and letting them learn the Totem War Dance, Saur was ready to promote tribal integration, which was also what Dragon Lord wanted to see.

There were only twelve hundred fishmen, but they were scattered into nine tribes, which was indeed a bit too exaggerated.

With the existing resources in the wetlands, three thousand fishmen could be supported. There were only twelve hundred left, naturally because the fishmen tribes wanted to annex each other, and the fighting caused attrition.

Or fighting with tribes of other races, or being hunted by prey, or dying from poisoning by miasma poisonous insects.

In Saur's view, if Dragon Lord did not subdue this area, then these fishmen were likely to be integrated by the four-armed fishmen within ten years.

The mutation of fishmen with four arms was a very powerful mutation, marking that the combat power completely crushed ordinary fishmen.

If there was a more powerful shaman, establishing a fishman kingdom was completely possible.

The work of integrating the fishmen tribes and warriors was left to Saur to do, and Lister was watching behind him. Artilan only needed to show his face when he went on the expedition a month later.

There were still many things waiting for him to deal with in the forest.

Artilan only stayed in the south for less than seven days. As a result, when he returned to the school, the situation here was completely different.

Hana didn't know when, but she had already become the boss of this group of children!

He immediately found the barmaid in charge of management to inquire about the situation.

"How did Hana become the king of the children?"

"Compared to other children who don't have a profession yet, Hana, who can control starlight from the beginning, is indeed much better than them. It is normal for them to admire Hana."

"It's just a joke between children, you don't need to care about it."

Artilan tried to smile and said:

"I let Hana come to school to study in order to make her a calm and wise mage, not a queen. You don't know that power is the easiest thing to corrupt a person's mind."

"And you don't understand Hana's situation. Once the seed of power is planted in her heart, it will be too easy for the devil to corrupt her."

"Even the devil doesn't need to corrupt her, just fuel the flames of her becoming a queen. Do you believe that Hana herself can quickly transform into an excellent demon lord."

The barmaid frowned and asked:

"It's not as exaggerated as you said, it's just a game between children."

Artilan said seriously:

"Prevention is better than cure. We must eliminate even the smallest possibility. Now Hana is playing the role of a queen with children. What if she wants to try to be a real queen when she grows up?"

"Falling is a silent and odorless process. It is the small actions that you think you don't need to care about that may be the root of a person's fall!"

The barmaid shrugged and asked:

"Then should I go and stop their role-playing game now?"

Artilan narrowed his eyes and smiled mysteriously.

"It's too late for you to go now. Children like to do things that they are not allowed to do, but I have a better idea."

"What idea?"

"Since they like acting, then let's take the initiative to put on a play for them. Literary performances are also part of learning. We must actively let Hana think about power and eliminate the possibility of power corrupting her."

The barmaid curiously asked:

"What is the name of the drama you are preparing? Is it good?"

"Hana the Demon King!"