The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

The old merman hesitated. He did intend to serve Atilan, but he didn't think that Atilan's current bloodline strength, if shared with him, could restore his warlock level.

His plan was to serve Atilan. He would teach his disciples warlock knowledge, and after Atilan grew up, he would grant his disciples dragon blood to become dragon-blooded warlocks.

When there were dragon-blooded warlocks to guide them, the merman tribe could be revitalized.

"I think it's worth a try."

Atilan was confident in nurturing warlocks because in the past half month, he had eaten many acorns that had absorbed natural primal force and grown from treants. These life acorns propelled his dragon body to grow further.

Atilan's body length increased from 2.8 meters to 3.5 meters, his standing height from 0.7 meters to 1 meter, his wingspan from 5 meters to 6.5 meters, and his weight from 40 jin to 120 jin.

Other small dragons would need at least three years to achieve the same growth, but Atilan only used half a month. Besides the bear people mobilizing natural magic to nourish him in secret, the life acorns provided by the treants were particularly important.

These acorns were also because of Atilan's lightning breath and water of life, which stimulated the treants' physical vitality and allowed the acorns to mature half a year early, and the magic growth effect was more than doubled.

Druids plant trees and flowers to comprehend nature and increase their cultivation. The magic fruits and nectar produced by the flowers and trees further enhance their physique and magic after consumption. This is a win-win situation.

In addition to the life acorns, Atilan discovered when soaking in the lake when he was tired that the lake water containing water elements could relieve his fatigue. The closer he got to the center of the lake, the better the effect.

He swam thirty miles towards the center and vaguely saw an island. He keenly sensed that there was a danger on the island that he couldn't cope with now, and he couldn't even beat this unknown danger within five years.

He decisively stopped here and devoured the lake water, especially the pure water element in the lake water. After absorption, it was beneficial for the sea wyvern to develop spell-like abilities of the water element bloodline.

The druid's excellent perception ability allowed Atilan to gather water elements as much as possible. Drinking less water allowed him to save some for enjoying fish, electric-grilled giant lizards, and grilled wild boars.

The merman chef cooked under Atilan's guidance, but his foolish head couldn't fully understand Atilan's words, and culinary skills were not easy to learn.

"Dragon Lord, please drip a drop of blood on this statue, and then grant me a drop of blood. Through the master's dragon blood, connect me with the master, so that I can ask the master about the tribe's next arrangements through the statue in the future."

Atilan nodded with satisfaction. This merman warlock's arrangement was skillful.

Atilan carefully cut his palm and squeezed out two drops of blood with some difficulty, and gave the blood to the old merman. He was still a hatchling, and excessive bleeding would affect his growth.

The old merman took a drop of blood and drank it, chanting warlock spells. At the same time, Atilan also followed the warlock granting ritual in his memory and gave his magic to the old merman.

The old merman's shriveled body showed cyan energy veins, and his body swelled up like an inflated balloon, gaining a lot of muscle, and his height even exceeded one and a half meters.

The rejuvenated old merman neatly used another drop of blood as a spellcasting material and used the Spirit Awakening spell on the statue. This was a shaman's commonly used spell to communicate with spirits, and it was perfect for communicating with dragons.

Atilan felt a soul that he could communicate with at any time, but the other party had to call him and get his consent before a connection could be established.

Just two drops of blood brought such a big change to the old merman. He was indeed extraordinary.

"How much has your strength increased?"

The old merman respectfully lowered his head and said:

"Master, according to the common professional level calculation, I should now be a priest level 3 and a warlock level 2, which is considered a level 5 spellcaster. Originally, I was a level 5 warlock, so now I can be considered to have recovered my original strength."

The sea wyvern's blood was very suitable for the merman, but he wasted twenty years.

How many twenty years did a merman have? Now that he had returned to his peak, he wouldn't have many good years left. It would be good enough to cultivate a qualified warlock successor for the tribe.

Atilan didn't want to deplete himself to grant the old merman. He used ordinary dragon blood and magic that wouldn't affect him. The old merman had experience and could use the dragon blood as a guide to become a warlock, but his disciples couldn't.

He still had to hone his skills in the shaman's domain for a few years, and only when he and Atilan grew up could he become a dragon-blooded warlock.

There was too little dragon blood, and the old merman could only be considered an ordinary warlock. If Atilan was willing to give the old merman a drop of worthless blood like this every day, the old merman might become a dragon-blooded warlock in a year or two.

Investing in a dying old merman was not as good as investing in his disciples.

Only with merit could there be rewards. Now that Atilan had helped the old merman restore his strength, it was already considered a rare reward. The merman tribe had to make more contributions before they could continue to be rewarded.

If he continuously granted dragon blood for a year, it was estimated that the merman would think that this was what Atilan should do. This was the inferiority of intelligent life.

Walking out of the dilapidated sacrificial ground built by the old merman, a roofless building, the mermen had built it into this appearance, let alone their residences.

Crooked, dilapidated, Atilan simply couldn't bear to look at it.

"Where are the trees I asked you to cut down?"

"Because we were concerned about the druids in the forest, we didn't cut down many trees. May I ask what the Dragon Lord wants us to build? I'm worried that the tribe's construction level may not be able to achieve the appearance that the Dragon Lord wants."

Atilan shook his head indifferently.

Atilan's tone was very stern, and the old merman could only obey.

He planned to open up a trade route from the merman tribe to the southwest of the forest, so that he could bypass and communicate with the halfling town, attracting halflings and mountain dwarves from the west to sell goods.

There was a human principality on the plains north of the forest, and further north were the barbarian and orc-infested grassland tribes. The wasteland to the south was also home to semi-civilized tribes such as centaurs and werewolves.

Atilan heard from the bear people that the elves living in the Frostflower Forest in the far north of the continent were the most skilled at making magic items. Today, before leaving, the bear people finally gave him the magic item made of pearls.

The item had a Water Creation spell that could create one cubic meter of clean water. The spell could only be used once every seven days, and it should be worth a lot of gold coins if sold to the desert.

Although the bear people were great druids, they had no research on economic issues such as gold coins.

Atilan told the old merman the knowledge of making adobe and mortise-and-tenon structures, and asked him to teach the other mermen to build the gate tower with the existing wood, and then make adobe to build new houses near the gate tower.

A road eight meters wide was left in the middle of the houses, forming a straight line from the gate tower to the pier. In order to facilitate construction, the old merman directly chose a new piece of land to build on a large scale.

As soon as the gate tower was erected, and more than a dozen adobe houses were built, the original dilapidated merman tribe was covered up by the new commercial street. Nothing could be seen from the forest direction.

Of course, Atilan could see everything clearly from the air.

Dozens of mermen worked together. Because the old merman repeatedly lowered the construction standards, it only took seven days to meet the living requirements and began to build the two-story tavern that Atilan requested.

Atilan landed on the ground with satisfaction, and the old merman saluted respectfully.

"Dragon Lord, do you think this street meets your requirements?"

"Not bad, it's about 70-80% similar to the merman commercial street I planned. It's okay to optimize the flaws later, but the tavern must be strictly required, understand?"