The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

As the Bearman landed his final punch, Artilan lay on the ground, dazed, feeling the electricity coursing through his body. He struggled to focus his mind and absorb the natural magic, to digest and assimilate the electrical current.

Otherwise, the electricity would absorb his magic and grow stronger, making the ordeal more painful the longer it went on.

The Bearman used a water sphere to encase Artilan, lifting him up and carrying him towards the center of the forest.

In a daze, Artilan absorbed enough natural magic to suppress the lightning near his dragon orb. He groggily opened his eyes, only to realize that the surroundings were wrong.

"Master, this doesn't seem to be the way to my home. Your training... it doesn't have a second round, does it?"

The large trees in the forest gently moved their branches aside, clearing a path for the Bearman and Artilan.

"Rest assured, we're not going to train. It's a good place to help you temper your dragon body."

Tempering his dragon body? That was training! Alas, he shouldn't have had any expectations for the Bearman's words.

The Bearman's pace wasn't fast. His steps were steady and slow, as if deliberately waiting for a certain moment to arrive.

Artilan resigned himself and closed his eyes. Even if a second round of beatings awaited him, he would try to adjust his condition as much as possible. If his condition was good, it wouldn't necessarily mean he'd get hit less, but at least he wouldn't get hit more.

The Bearman had a unique technique for using life energy, which could stimulate the enemy's body and heal physical injuries. The more he hit, the more pain one felt, but the more energized one became.

Until the thread of sanity completely snapped, and the person became mentally deranged, insane!

This was a technique derived from the mastery of life, self-healing, and brain activation. The original purpose was to invade the enemy's body with life energy, thereby achieving the effect of controlling the enemy's body.

This kind of spirit-torturing fighting style was an unexpected gain.

If the Bearman used this move during training, it meant he wasn't satisfied with the trainee's attitude. He was proactively helping you improve your condition so that you could better digest and absorb the training content.

The Bearman's pace gradually increased, putting immense pressure on Artilan, who was refining the lightning within his body. As the Bearman stopped, Artilan slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"We're here."

And I've finished refining it.

A smile appeared on the Bearman's lips. The transition from slow to fast pace was also part of the training. Artilan opened his eyes and found himself in front of a lake, and it wasn't small.

The Bearman directly threw the water sphere containing Artilan into it.

"Didn't you say you didn't like living in the forest all the time? Now that you have this lake, I think you should be able to get used to it, right?"

Artilan spread his wings and flew into the sky. Looking down from above, he realized that the lake was crescent-shaped, and he seemed to sense the moon from the light reflected on the lake's surface.

"Master, does this lake have anything to do with the moon?"

"Good perception. This lake, which I specially created, has abilities similar to Star Valley. Its water can draw in moonlight, and using the moonlight-infused water to cleanse the body..."

"...has the effect of eliminating impurities, whitening the skin, and beautifying the complexion."

Artilan looked at the Bearman with a complicated expression. Did you even hear what you were saying?

"Of course, these effects won't work on you, but it can also wash your dragon scales. Most importantly, soaking in the Moonshadow Lake at night has the effect of tempering your physical body."

But Bloodscar also had a daughter, something the Bearman couldn't match, because Bloodscar could loudly proclaim:

"My daughter Hanna has the potential to become a demigod!"

"Master, is it because Bloodscar often brags about his daughter that you also want to have children?"

A stream of water surged up, forming a large azure hand that slapped Artilan into the water.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The Bearman waved his right hand, and the hand of water grabbed Artilan and brought him back to the surface.

"This is because I'm not very good at managing the power of the earth and water veins. I've always taken a rather rough approach to dealing with the moisture that has eroded from the Swamp Wyrm."

Ah, yes, yes, yes, I'll listen to whatever you say. Just now you said it wouldn't be easy for you to lift me, but now you can easily grab me tightly with a wave of your hand.

Artilan tried to manipulate the water element to destroy the magical structure of the hand of water.

But unfortunately, his spell counter failed without a doubt, and the one holding him, was the Bearman, who wasn't good at handling water veins but could easily suppress the Ocean Wyrm.

"What kind of approach is that?"

"Using trees to absorb the water, and then discharging the excess water to the dry desert."

Artilan suddenly understood. He finally understood why the lightning in the Amethyst Mountain was fire lightning, water lightning, and pure lightning.

Because the lightning in the Amethyst Mountain was produced by the collision of fire elements from the desert and water elements from the lake in the forest, and finally attracted and constrained by the Amethyst Mountain raised by the Bearman.

"Master, you can raise an Amethyst Mountain, and you can still say you're not good at managing the earth veins?"

The Bearman waved his hand and said:

"The Amethyst Mountain was able to rise thanks to Old Rascals help. It was under his assistance and calculations that I correctly reconstructed the earth veins, avoiding fluctuations, conflicts, and collapse of the forest's energy system."

"You are an Ocean Wyrm, and what druids envy most is your keenness to life energy and your ability to freely manipulate water elements to change the terrain, while perfectly integrating with the original natural environment."

"The Swamp Wyrm is also good at this, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to create such a large lake in the center of the continent without causing abnormal climate changes on the continent."

"Forcing the major kingdoms and forces of the continent to unite and kill him."

Artilan nodded as if he understood. Ocean Wyrms can create aquatic environments suitable for their own residence, which is true, but that's an ability that only begins to manifest in adulthood.

And if he wanted to freely influence a range of thousands of kilometers, Artilan would have to wait until his strength reached the level of an Ancient Dragon like the Swamp Wyrm, or at least an Extremely Old Dragon.

Wait, the effect the Bearman wants seems to be similar to what he did in the wetlands, like a pump, draining the excess water from the forest. As for managing the water veins, he didn't think he was qualified.

Unless you are a top expert in water elements, as a Great Druid, how can you understand the water demand, storage capacity, and drainage capacity of such a large forest?

As night slowly fell, Moonshadow Lake began to echo with the moon in the sky, making Artilan feel that this was a good place to hold a banquet.

Recently, he had been busy with training, especially after being boot-camped by the Bearman today, Artilan felt it was necessary to hold a banquet to celebrate that he had lived another day.

The bright moonlight and the hazy water vapor made Moonshadow Lake look like a dream. Artilan felt that he had found the most suitable place to perform the Rainbow Skirt Feather Dress Dance.

It's just that before the performance, he needed to cast a Water Walking spell on all the dancers.

That's right, the surface of Moonshadow Lake was the best stage!

The misty water vapor that absorbed the moonlight made it more than appropriate to describe it as ethereal.

It's a pity that he was weak all over now and had to absorb moonlight and water elements to recuperate for two days.

He couldn't move, but the druids and dancers could come!

My loyal Hedwig, the time for you to move out has come again!

Trying to absorb a mouthful of Moonshadow Spring water, Artilan felt his spirits lift instantly.

Cool, sweet, this taste, amazing!

This was indeed the best quality water Artilan had come into contact with since birth.

"This lake water is too great!"

"It took me a whole year, how could it be bad? Consider it my birthday gift to you, although it's a little late."

Artilan quickly shook his head. The Bearman was really touching, actually giving him a birthday gift. Unlike his friends like Leopard Woman, who came empty-handed to eat and drink for free on his birthday.

It didn't seem right either. Although they didn't bring gifts, they all brought ingredients, so everyone got together and had a happy birthday.

Artilan only knew after that birthday that almost all of these druids had never celebrated their birthdays. First, they didn't have the concept of celebrating birthdays, and second, as orphans, they didn't know their own birthdays.

These days, even princesses only have one coming-of-age ceremony at most, and then they are snatched away by evil dragons during the ceremony. There is absolutely no one like Artilan who celebrates his birthday every year!

So Artilan didn't invite the Bearman and Vine Woman, but just asked the centaur deliveryman to send them a portion of the dishes.

In fact, they didn't like crowds. Even Vine Woman insisted on holding banquets, just to prevent everyone's lives from becoming too boring, and at the same time, to connect the druids in the forest as much as possible.

Druid elders regularly holding gatherings is a tradition, but their forms are different.

In fact, Old Rascal also has his gatherings, wild boar rallies, canoe races, boulder climbing, etc., held irregularly according to his mood, but there are few respondents.

Far from the Bearman and Vine Woman.

"You soak slowly, think carefully about the matter of managing the water veins, but don't rush to do it."

The Bearman turned and left. After Artilan confirmed again and again that he was really gone, he began to write letters.

Wine Woman, there is a Moonshadow Lake in the center of the forest suitable for holding banquets. Bring some wine, I have prepared everything else.

Flower Woman, forest... Moonshadow Lake... bring some decorative flowers, everything else... is... ready.

Tooth Brother... crocodile meat...

Tarzan... apples, nuts...

After thinking about it and confirming that all the things needed for the banquet were ready, Artilan finally wrote the last letter, asking the Feather Dress Dance Troupe to come to Moonshadow Lake.

When Hedwig appeared and saw another pile of letters, she felt her head swell.

"Hedwig, I swear, this is definitely the last time. After delivering the letters, I'll treat you to your favorite dried fish, okay?"

Hedwig waved her wings, trusting you one last time.