The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Artie knew kobolds were fertile, but he didn't expect them to be *this* fertile. Over a hundred female kobolds actually produced nine hundred eggs?

"A fishman only lays two or three eggs at a time, but a kobold can lay seven or eight?"

The barmaid nodded seriously and said:

"According to our examination, all the kobold eggs are very healthy. After they grow up, they will become qualified farmers, and some of the eggs with strong vitality will hatch into kobolds."

"Maybe they can even become warriors."

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When the barmaid mentioned that some of these eggs had relatively strong vitality and had the potential to become warriors, Artie immediately thought of Shana. Artie was cooperating with her to cultivate poison fire dragon people.

The progress of the red and green dragon blood kobolds that Artie had arranged to go to Shana last time was not very ideal.

After experimenting, Shana discovered that although these kobolds were not yet adults, the rapidly growing and weak kobolds could not withstand her fierce fire poison.

If she collected herbs and energy stones to temper the kobolds' bodies little by little, by the time they were tempered to the point where they could withstand the fire poison, the kobolds would have completely stopped developing.

Shana believed that kobolds should be cultivated with fire poison potions from the egg stage, so that after the kobolds hatched, she could try to inject them with fire poison.

Four of the twelve kobolds that Artie sent had already died, but the remaining eight were not afraid at all, because they had indeed obtained power beyond their fathers.

The average height of adult kobolds does not exceed one meter, and kobolds exceeding one meter have the possibility of growing wings and transforming into wyverns.

Of course, most winged kobolds only stop at the step of growing wings. Only a very few lucky kobolds can activate the dragon bloodline and expand their size to about three meters to become wyverns.

Generally, only kobolds who have grown to the great wyvern stage will have enough magic concentration to master the ability to breathe dragon breath.

Of course, there are also lucky kobolds who have not transformed into wings and have unexpectedly mastered the ability to breathe dragon breath, but how powerful can the dragon breath spewed by a seventy- or eighty-centimeter-tall kobold be?

At most, it is just regarded as a symbol similar to a giant dragon and worshipped by other kobolds.

After being catalyzed by Shana, the remaining eight kobolds not only increased in size to one meter, but they also often felt itchy throats and occasionally coughed up a ball of green flames.

Even smelling the scent of the flames made them feel dizzy. This was because the fire poison potion caused changes in their bodies, but they had not yet adapted to this change.

The kobolds regarded the increase in size and the ability to master dragon breath as the dragon lord's gift. They who were selected were the lucky ones among the lucky ones. The four who died were just unlucky.

Kobolds generally fantasize that after this life's hard work, their souls will be in the dragon god's kingdom, and they will have the opportunity to be reincarnated as a giant dragon in the next life.

If they can grow into a great wyvern in this life, wouldn't the possibility of becoming a giant dragon in the next life be even greater, and even follow Artie, the dragon lord who can control life?

He ignored the development of the kingdom, which led to the surprise attack and destruction of Earth Fort Town. Four months of cultivation also accumulated a lot of anger in Artie's heart. The gnolls came to his door, and Artie happened to find them to vent his anger.

Although his life level has not been improved, Artie's size has been expanded again in the process of constantly tempering and familiarizing himself with the dragon body with the dragon orb.

Ten meters!

Now Artie is a full ten meters long, weighs one ton, has a wingspan of twenty-eight meters, and a standing height of five meters. If he turns on the giant dragon's unique aura of majesty, adventurers with unsteady will will be so frightened that their brains will go blank when they see him.

It is a good thing to increase in size. In the same life level, the larger side wins most of the time.

Because the same power can play a greater role in the hands of a larger body!

However, the increase in size has led to a decrease in Artie's flexibility. Artie needs to pay several times the blood and sweat to familiarize himself with his current body in order to deal with melee units.

In Artie's own eyes, it is a strong body, but in the eyes of the bear people, it is just a fat body.

When Artie was absorbing the thunder of the sky in the Amethyst Mountains, he felt that the way the bear people looked at him was becoming more and more dangerous. When the bear people couldn't hold back, Artie's day of suffering would come.

Artie just wanted to be a magic dragon, but the bear people hoped that Artie could practice both magic and martial arts.

The love from the master is so heavy. Every time he accepts the training of the bear people, Artie feels that the magic power runs more smoothly in the dragon body. If he doesn't lie in bed for two days, Artie is so moved that he can't move at all.

Pain, so much pain!

After Artie's strength stagnated, the bear people began to gradually take out the majesty and teaching of being a master to help him enrich the training content and allow him to accumulate more background before this bottleneck.

Muscle memory may not be very accurate, because in addition to the body's muscle reaction, Artie's magic power is also running more naturally in this training process. He can release druid spells with just a simple outline.

Artie once naively thought that the bear people's torture of him, no, the training was already strict enough, but a word from the bear people broke his simple fantasy.

"I used to see that you were young, your body was not strong enough, and your willpower was not firm enough. I was afraid that the training would be too hard for you to bear, so I restrained myself from training you."

"Fortunately, I grasped the measure well. Not only did I not hurt your body's growth and development, but I also tempered your willpower well. You are almost able to stand alone."

"Just the last grind..."

Then Artie suffered a tragic ravage. How powerful are the bear people? Artie felt that under the bear people's thunder magic tempering, he was like a soft-shelled crab that had just molted, and his bones and dragon scales were soft.

Artie felt that his body grew so fast, and it had an inseparable relationship with the bear people's soft-shelled crab tempering, just like the size of a crab will grow after molting, and so will he after being ravaged!

The bear people's thunder seems to have two kinds, one brings destruction, and the other brings vitality. It is the process of giving vitality that tests the dragon's willpower. Artie hasn't seen the bear people for almost a month since the last training.

After the barmaid told Attilan the statistics they had compiled, she naturally went to Greenscale Town to participate in the celebration party. Everyone had been busy working for Attilan for a whole week, and now they naturally had to eat back all the hard work they had put in through this celebration party.

"The celebration party is about to start, are you going?"

Attilan nodded and said:

"Of course I'm going. Barmaid, do you know where Shana is now?"

Mentioning Shana, the barmaid began to frown.

"She's been busy with experiments lately. She didn't go to the population statistics this time, and naturally she won't participate in the celebration party. What exactly are you and her doing experiments on?"

"Every time I collect brewing materials and pass by her house, I can always hear bursts of creepy screams. Sometimes I hear it when I pass by when I set off, and the screams haven't stopped when I come back."

"Some inhumane experiments are forbidden by the Council of Nature for druids to try, such as putting owls and brown bears together to crossbreed and create owlbears, this kind of magical beast."

Attilan immediately replied with righteous indignation:

"Don't worry, the experiments we are doing will definitely not create strange creatures like owlbears. We are just optimizing the original bloodlines of the creatures. What is their little pain compared to what I suffered from my master's training and torment?!"

After the celebration party, Attilan shuttled through the forest with a body full of alcohol. He went to find Shana, preparing to discuss with her about going to the kobold's lair tomorrow to select some suitable eggs to cultivate poison fire dragonborn.

Unexpectedly, just halfway through flying, he heard the bearman's stern voice.

"Flying around in the forest with a body full of alcohol, have you been training seriously today?"

"I trained!"

Attilan shuddered and immediately wanted to flap his wings to accelerate.

But the bearman didn't give him this chance. Vines thicker than a child's arm densely emerged from the bushes, and very flexibly entangled Attilan tightly.

Even if Attilan straightened the vines, making creaking sounds, these vines emitting a faint green light would not break, and gradually dragged Attilan to the bearman.

"Look at how sluggish your movements were just now when dodging the vines. You still have the nerve to say you've been training. It seems like a month has passed since the last time I trained you, right?"

"Time flies so fast, unknowingly it's time to train you again. I almost forgot."

Attilan just wanted to open his mouth, but a vine tied up his mouth.

"Ooh! Ooh!"

The bearman smiled and patted his body.

"You've grown so big. I remember the first time we met, I could still hold you in my hand. Now it's not easy to pick you up. It's a lot of work for me."

At that time, the bearman was two meters tall, and he was also two meters long. Now he is ten meters long. If the bearman wants to pick him up, he must transform into Thunder Roar. It can be said that this disciple of Attilan is becoming more and more difficult to discipline.

The bearman can be said to have a considerable headache for his two disciples.

One tiger person, his thinking is quite stubborn, and he can't listen to anything you say.

One little dragon, his thinking is exceptionally flexible, no matter what you say, he can flexibly complete only the necessary parts according to his own ideas.

It's like you give him an Oreo, and he only licks the filling and eats it.

It is indeed very difficult to discipline Attilan, but after a year of trying and observing, the bearman finally found a suitable method. The method is very simple and crude, that is, no matter what he says, you only need to achieve your teaching goals.

Attilan will understand his good intentions.

For example, the bearman now only has a kind smile, but Attilan's body trembled, and he instantly understood what the bearman was going to do.

"Master, how about we train tomorrow? I really have something important to do today."

"No matter how important things are, they are not as important as your training. You must understand that this is a world where strength is paramount. Now the minotaurs and centaurs obey you, the dragon lord."

"But when they learn the knowledge you have mastered, then you will not be an irreplaceable dragon lord. Only your strength can allow you to sit firmly in the position of dragon lord!"

"Instead of spending time strengthening your followers, you should focus on strengthening yourself. It's just burning five thousand acres of farmland. Any grand druid can easily plant it."

"So, training is more important."

Attilan wanted to cry without tears. Other masters' training costs money, but master, your training is free, but it costs lives!

The tightly bound Attilan was dragged by the bearman to an open space.

"Your teeth, claws, tail, and wings are all your weapons. Attack me to your heart's content."

The bearman stood calmly in the center of the field, his fists carrying a faint thunder light.

Attilan posed in a cautious attack stance, circling around the bearman, trying to find the bearman's flaws.

"Stop wandering around. If you don't attack, I'll attack. There is no time limit for our training. It will only stop when it reaches the effect I want."

Attilan could only grit his teeth, stomp his feet, and suddenly pounce towards the bearman.

The waving claws were dodged by the bearman with a sidestep, and then his abdominal cavity was hit by the bearman's punch. The dazzling thunder light flashed for a moment, causing the magic power in Attilan's body to subconsciously gather to dispel the foreign energy.

Attilan, who was pushed away by the bearman, widened his eyes in pain.

"Continue to attack!"

A faint green light flashed, and Attilan suppressed the injury and rushed up again.

Although the training is carried out in the form of hand-to-hand combat, it is energy training. The bearman did not prohibit Attilan from using spells, provided that Attilan can use spells.

Attilan must operate at the fastest speed and use magic power with the greatest efficiency, otherwise he will not reach the training effect required by the bearman.

Isn't Attilan claiming to be a spell dragon? The bearman will give him a lesson on how a spell dragon should deal with a spellbreaker who is proficient in combat skills.

Originally, the tiger person should have awakened Attilan with wind and thunder wings that can break spells. You can not use close combat methods, but you cannot be without them.

But the tiger person was a bit lacking, and Attilan improved too quickly, so the bearman had to do it himself.

He didn't start as gently as the tiger person, every punch was a thunderous blow.

The Life Acorn is not an ordinary treasure. Attilan's rapid growth is inevitably related to the nourishment of the Life Acorn. In more than a year, the acorns stored in the forest have almost been eaten by Attilan.

Just because the bearman once said that as long as Attilan could eat it, he could keep eating it.

Finally catching the bearman's small flaw, a cloud of acid mist was launched by Attilan, successfully hitting the bearman, corroding a small piece of the fur on his arm.

"Very good, now you finally look a bit like a spell dragon."