The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

“Just one dragon crystal might not be enough. I wonder if the Dragon Lord has any shed scales, teeth, claws, or more dragon crystals?”

“Just imbuing the Dragon Lord's aura doesn't require too much for a suit of armor, but this is three thousand suits…”

Attilan smiled and said:

“I know one dragon crystal isn't enough. Master, please enchant this batch of armor first. When the next batch of armor arrives, the second dragon crystal will naturally be delivered, along with supplies during the enchanting period.”

“Master and everyone's mead and bread will be of the highest quality. As long as it doesn't affect your work, you can eat as much as you want.”

The master stroked his beard and said with a smile:

“As long as there's mead, that's enough. Even if the Dragon Lord gives those little brats bread and pig legs, they wouldn't know how to enjoy it. This old man is too old to drink too much.”

“But I can enjoy some of your country's delicacies. I heard you have Finger Lickin' Good Original Recipe Chicken, Golden Crispy Chicken, McRibs, and Stormwind Axe-Cut Lamb Chops. I wonder if it's true?”

Attilan smiled and turned to the centaur beside him, saying:

“Go arrange it for the master. Prepare everything the master just mentioned, and make some appetizers to go with the drinks. Just tell the murloc chef exactly what I said.”

Centaurs are simple-minded, and many complex tasks are not suitable for them. Fortunately, the chefs in Water Cellar Town have received some training in etiquette from Attilan.

The dwarf master only mentioned four types of fast food, so the centaur chef would definitely only make those four. But the murloc chef would make the entire series for the master.

Maybe even two servings!

The master said that these dwarven bastards only drink alcohol and don't eat. How could there be no appetizers with alcohol? Salted black beans, braised offal, cold pig ears, and sliced beef and offal in chili sauce are all excellent appetizers.

“Master, please take a seat in the cafeteria first. The enchanting work on the dragon armor is quite tedious, so we'll need your help. The houses in Water Cellar Town are relatively simple, so I hope you don't mind.”

The master casually waved his hand and said:

“The place to live is not a problem. When I was young, I could sleep in filthy mines. The environment here is already very good. You even planted flowers in such a dry environment.”

“The Dragon Lord is indeed an excellent druid.”

As soon as a few barrels of mead were brought up, these dwarves who came to deliver the goods instantly became enthusiastic about earning extra money. The salted black beans were stir-fried, the roasted rabbit was golden brown, and the rich aroma of rabbit meat and spices spread.

The dwarves instantly began to scramble. It's not that they don't like to eat, it's that they haven't eaten much good food. Their tongues, numbed by alcohol, need stronger stimulation.

Compared to the taste, the color and aroma of the dishes are more attractive to the dwarves.

The master held a rabbit leg and said happily:

“The Dragon Lord is too kind. There's no need to use so many spices for the roasted meat to entertain us. It's a complete waste to give it to them. Besides the aroma of wine, what other aromas can they distinguish?”

A dwarf as fat as a wine barrel, with a Mediterranean hairstyle, and a face full of beard covered in spilled mead, was already flushed.

“Master, we are indeed not as good as you at appreciating food, and mead is more suitable for us, but can you please tell us, what spices were used in this roasted rabbit?”

The master smiled triumphantly and took a bite of the rabbit meat.

“Such a rich gravy, not inferior to what I ate in the royal court of the Northern Kingdom, and even more types of spices were used. I only tasted five.”

“Dragon Lord, can you tell us how many spices were used in this rabbit meat?”

Attilan smiled and said:

“I selected thirteen kinds of plants with unique aromas from the diverse plants in the forest, dried them, ground them into powder, and configured them into a thirteen-spice blend in a specific ratio.”

“Since the master likes it, I'll have my chef pack you a bag later. Sprinkle some on the roasted meat when you're roasting it, and it will make the aroma of the roasted meat double and become more flavorful.”

“In addition to the basic mead you are drinking now, we also plan to launch fruit-flavored and spice-flavored wines for sale, but I don't know if the dwarves will like it.”

“If the dwarves don't like it, then I can only consider selling it by waterway to the Northern Kingdom and the Water Elf Kingdom to exchange for the materials needed for the kingdom's development.”

Mediterranean hugged a barrel of mead that the centaur had just brought in, opened the lid, and drank it directly.

“We can make all the ironware the Dragon Lord needs. Producing this mead is enough. There's no need to run so far. The time it takes to trade with them once is enough for us to trade three times.”

Attilan smiled and shook his head, saying:

“Developing a kingdom is not just about having ironware.”

It's impossible to reason with dwarven drunks. Mining, blacksmithing, and drinking have already occupied all of the dwarves' brains. At most, the dwarven master knows a little about such high-end topics as governing a country.

“Dragon Lord, in addition to delivering these iron armors this time, I also carry a mission from my country's king. The Dwarf King hopes to choose a suitable place in the northern mountains.”

“You two kings, carefully discuss the possibility of deepening our cooperation and see if there are other areas of cooperation besides ironware for mead and food.”

Attilan immediately clapped his hands and applauded.

“I wonder what kind of major project it is?”

“The melting snow from the western high mountains of the Black Iron Mountains brings life to this land, while the western desert, and even the wasteland under our feet, are short of water.”

“If we can dig a river and inject the melting snow from the snow peaks into the desert, perhaps the desert can be transformed back into beautiful grasslands and forests. This is what I, as a druid, hope to see.”

“The desert is the land I want to rule. Naturally, I hope this area can be more vibrant. Master, do you think so?”

Attilan's meaning was to tell the master that what he wanted was arable land, not barren snowfields, or the Dwarf Kingdom with low grain yields.

The two sides are in a cooperative relationship and will not become enemies.

“I've delivered the message, and the old man can finally eat in peace.”

Mainly, a series of fried chicken dishes such as Finger Lickin' Good Original Recipe Chicken and Golden Crispy Chicken were neatly placed in front of the dwarven master, making his index finger twitch.

“Last time, my grandson was in charge of the transaction. After he ate it, he kept praising how delicious these fried chicken dishes were. I didn't believe it before, but I didn't expect it to be so delicious.”

“It's a pity that the Dwarf Kingdom can't raise chickens and can't eat this kind of delicacy.”

Actually, it's not that they can't raise them, it's that the chickens raised are all skin and bones, without enough meat and fat. How can chicken be delicious?

Looking at the master who clearly wanted to chew in big mouthfuls, but had to eat sparingly because Attilan was still there, Attilan smiled and said:

“Master, eat slowly. I still have official business to deal with, so I'll leave first. I'll have to trouble you to do your best with the dragon armor.”

"Considering how delicious this fried chicken is, I will definitely lead them to put in their full effort. The dragon armor we enchant will surely satisfy you!"

Although Silver Ring doesn't focus on his main profession, his skills are top-notch. With Master as his teacher, Artlan naturally trusts Master's craftsmanship.

The things in Water Cell Town aren't worth the dwarves' trouble to steal, but with this group of dwarves around, Artlan doesn't have to worry about the gnolls raiding Water Cell Town.

Don't underestimate these dwarves, they may seem like drunkards, but constantly forging iron has given them muscles all over their bodies. Even the fat, balding one is all muscle under his fat.

Killing a gnoll with three punches is completely effortless.

The next batch of armor will be delivered in a month. Artlan must condense the second dragon crystal within a month. The composition of the dragon crystal is actually similar to that of the dragon pearl.

Artlan activated the Dragon Magic, fusing the life energy crystal and the water element crystal into a single entity. The three energies intertwined to form a dragon crystal similar to a dragon pearl.

However, the quality and quantity of energy are vastly different. The dragon crystal is actually Artlan training his energy control, creating a material to enhance the dragon pearl.

He also had a sudden inspiration, finding this unique enchanting method from his inherited memories, allowing the armor and weapons of his followers to carry the aura of a dragon. When the number of these followers reaches a certain level, they will form a Dragon Aura.

The effect is equivalent to the majesty aura of a dragon, which can make enemies feel fear, tension, and unconsciously consume more physical and mental strength. Even mages with weak wills may fail to cast spells.

The more numerous the Dragon Legion, the better the effect of this legion aura.

With the Dragon Aura, this war against the gnolls will be foolproof.

Artlan returned to his underwater dragon nest in Greenscale Town and began mobilizing energy to fuse the prototype of the second dragon crystal.

Just as he condensed the dragon crystal to a diameter of three centimeters, he heard a knock on the door.

The Wine Woman stirring the water element on the surface was the knock.

"We spent three days running through all the towns under your command and finally managed to compile the population statistics. And you're actually sleeping in the dragon nest?"

"You've worked hard, but I'm also working. Condensing a dragon crystal is much more complicated than counting the population. How are my followers doing?"

"Three hundred fish-men are pregnant and cannot participate in the battle. There are also five hundred children left. Only five hundred fish-men in Rainforest Town can fight. I've already sent the remaining four hundred fish-men from Greenscale Town over there."

"Then the local snake-people and lizard-people were brought back by Ophelia for training. After the minotaurs and centaurs were transferred away, these snake-people and lizard-people started to become a little restless."

Artlan frowned. Adding them all up, there are already one thousand eight hundred fish-men here, and Lister has one thousand two hundred fish-men. Isn't the total number supposed to be two thousand five hundred?

"I know what you're thinking. The two thousand five hundred is because they think those five hundred baby fish-men who are less than a year old can't fight yet, so they were excluded."

"On the other hand, the pregnant fish-women are considered to have fighting power and are included in the calculation. According to our investigation, these eight hundred fish-people are more suitable for staying behind to farm, and they are all in Greenscale Town now."

"There are indeed two thousand minotaurs, but there's a big problem with the centaurs. It's not two thousand, it's closer to three thousand."

Artlan was shocked. How could there be such a big statistical error?

"Three thousand centaurs! ?"

"Yes, five hundred in Yellow Sand Pass, two hundred in Earth Fort Town, four hundred in Water Cell Town, six hundred in Big Horn Town, one hundred in Rainforest Town, but the centaurs grazing near Big Horn Town and Rainforest Town were missed."

"Originally, there were only a little over a hundred centaurs grazing in each of these two areas, but the grazing centaurs have a larger area of activity, and they have recruited a considerable number of centaurs."

"The wasteland recruited over a hundred, and the wetlands recruited over three hundred. These are all adult centaurs, ever since you, the Dragon Lord, provided ample food."

"The centaurs have also started having foals, nearly three hundred foals have been born. Adding the original underage foals, isn't that three thousand centaurs."

Artlan frowned and asked:

"Why are there so many more centaurs, but the quartermaster in charge of distributing food hasn't noticed at all?"

"This is thanks to the sand rabbits that your kobolds let loose. The seeds of the pasture grass can't be planted all at once, so you had the centaurs spread them on the wasteland while carrying leaky drip pots for running weight training."

"This has allowed the pasture grass to start growing in the wasteland, giving the sand rabbits plenty of food. The centaurs, who are good at archery, naturally have a plentiful harvest of sand rabbits to eat."

"The centaurs arranged to graze in the wetlands naturally followed suit. It is said that their vegetable and meat soup attracted migrating centaurs. At their invitation, the number of grazing centaurs has increased."

"In the end, there were more centaurs than sheep, leading them to learn from the kobolds and catch some sand rabbits back for fixed-point breeding, which satisfied the tribe's food needs."

Artlan's face was a little gloomy. An increase in population is a good thing, but the centaurs not reporting the situation clearly shows that they have their own little thoughts, wanting to play the vassal's vassal game with Artlan.

Impossible!

Artlan is a Heavenly Dynasty Dragon, and his bones advocate the set of centralized power. All population must be directly managed by him. The vassal set cannot appear in his kingdom.

Compared to the First Emperor, he is the qualified Ancestral Dragon.

"Please help me publicize it. In the future, only regional governors and town chiefs have the power to recruit people. Other small leaders can only bring people to the town."

"They can't intercept them privately, otherwise they will not only have no merit, but only punishment awaits them!"

Especially that team in the rainforest, they almost have five hundred centaurs. Wait two years for you to have children and unite into a whole, wouldn't Artlan have to give the squad leader a town chief to be?

Privately expanding and pulling up the mountain, Artlan would be nice not to chop off his head.

Considering that these centaurs haven't formed rules and regulations in their heads, Artlan doesn't plan to pursue this matter this time, but now that he has said it, if they do it again, they must be beheaded!

"Also, kobolds, congratulations, because of this group of kobolds, the population of your kingdom has officially exceeded 10,000, on par with your opponent, the Gnoll Kingdom, and may even soon surpass them."

Artlan suddenly looked at the Wine Woman with some panic.

"What did the kobolds do?"

The Wine Woman smiled as a matter of course.

"What else could they do? Of course, they are having children. After you lifted the ban on them having children, the third batch of children of more than three hundred kobolds was born."

"The second batch was limited to two hundred, but the third batch was not limited to a full nine hundred eggs. I ask you, are you happy or not?"