The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Attilan might not have a deep understanding of monks, but he was certain that a good monk wouldn't be as proud, complacent, and eager for quick success as the Tigerman was now.

Only a tranquil heart can unleash the greatest power of Qi.

The Tigerman felt that her abilities were powerful enough, but she still hoped to gain the approval of the Bearman, her teacher, and to personally convey her blessings to the Bearman and Vine Woman for their union.

Therefore, mentioning the Dragon Hunting Arrow and with a dragon tooth necklace wrapped around her wrist, the Tigerman marched proudly towards the Oak Hall to show off her achievements and seek praise from the Bearman.

Attilan, this old rival, not only didn't show a hint of surprise at her achievements over the past year but instead criticized her for losing the pure heart of seeking the Dao that she had a year ago.

When the Tigerman examined her heart, she suddenly felt a little empty.

In the allied army's camp, most were militiamen who had received simple training, not even level 1 warriors. Suddenly, a powerful figure like the Tigerman appeared, with remarkable appearance and the ability to command thunder and lightning.

Unlike ordinary officers who regarded them as cannon fodder, the Tigerman would take action to reduce the casualties of soldiers. Naturally, the Tigerman received the praise of the soldiers and, after hunting the Acidic Flying Dragon, even earned the title of White Tiger War God.

However, praise, once heard too much, easily leads to overconfidence, which then evolves into complacency and arrogance, causing the Tigerman to reduce the examination and improvement of her abilities.

If the gap between her and the Green Dragon hadn't been too obvious, she, who had been praised to the heavens, might have really led a team of soldiers willing to follow her to crusade against the Green Dragon.

After all, the Tigerman became an orphan at a young age, and a lack of experience was inevitable. Just a few insignificant praises made her feel like she was floating on clouds, feeling like she could reach the sky.

Attilan was different. He led the iron cavalry of Great Asia to conquer a vast territory. Was he proud? Was he complacent?

No!

Attilan always maintained a humble heart because he knew very well that even for dragons, there were many things in this world that could kill them.

The consequence of pride is only one thing: death!

Fortunately, the Tigerman returned to the Bearman Forest immediately after the one-year period was up. Attilan was really worried that if she stayed for another year or two, the astrology results would only show her dying a violent death.

There are several masters in the forest who can help the Tigerman clearly recognize her position, especially the Bearman, whose teachings can be described as unforgettable.

So, Attilan immediately rushed to the conference room to inform everyone of the Tigerman's return and warmly invited everyone to appreciate the scene of the Bearman teaching the Tigerman.

The Leopard Woman lazily lay on the table, staring blankly out the window.

"My bread... bread~"

The Wine Woman frowned and asked:

"At such a crucial moment, you two won't fight in the forest and ruin everyone's wedding decorations, will you?"

Attilan confidently raised his head.

"Do you think I'm a child? Whoever does such a thing that disregards the overall situation will be nailed to the pillar of shame for life. I am recognized as a good person by the entire forest."

"The highly respected headmaster of the Druid School, how could he bother with a mere poor Tigerman? Do you think she came back at just the right time and prepared a wedding gift for her master and mistress?"

Hearing this, the Flower Woman sighed and, like the Leopard Woman, slumped on the table as if she had lost her soul.

"My Wind and Thunder Twin Lotus, when will you bloom?"

Although Attilan, by chance, helped the Wine Woman create Frostfire Wine, he really couldn't do anything about the Wind and Thunder Twin Lotus.

Cultivating lotus flowers is much more delicate than brewing wine. Attilan guided the magic of the Ocean Sub-dragon to nourish the lotus seeds cultivated by the Flower Woman, but the result was either withering or not blooming, only growing leaves.

Originally, neither the Flower Woman nor the Wine Woman's experiments yielded results. The Flower Woman was a little better off. Now that Frostfire Wine has been created, although the quality is slightly lower.

The original Frostfire Wine, which could intoxicate a legendary druid with just three cups, might not be able to intoxicate a level 10 druid, but at least it started and had a direction for research and optimization.

The Wind and Thunder Twin Lotus only cultivated single lotus flowers with faint wind or thunder elements, which hurt the Flower Woman's heart.

Attilan almost completely forgot about it.

Because totems and faith are not powers that the current Attilan can bear. That failed large-scale Totem War Dance ritual almost caused Attilan to explode and die due to the conflict of various energies in his body.

After the Bearman saved him, the Totem War Dance became more of a means to enhance the cohesion of the kingdom and corresponding races, rather than a secret technique to enhance the wisdom and strength of humanoid races.

Attilan carefully recalled that the only topics he was still advancing now were the optimization of improved varieties and lightning tempering. The former concerned whether the subjects under Attilan could eat their fill.

The latter concerned whether Attilan, as the king, could rule the subjects healthily and stably.

A year ago, Attilan only dared to say that he wanted to be a magic dragon, relying on the advantage of flying, hiding in the sky to cast spells for long-range strikes, but now it's different.

Magic, melee, he wants both!

He has to grab both and make both strong!

His dragon body, under the persistent lightning tempering, is three to five times stronger than it was a year ago!

All by his own training, it's just not as comprehensive as the Bearman's auxiliary body tempering. Moreover, tempering the whole body to the same hardness is not a correct approach.

While tempering the dragon body, Attilan had hundreds of friendly melee battles with melee experts such as Taishan, Big Horn, and Yage, and has formed a set of melee combat skills that belong to him.

Attilan naturally called this set of combat skills that included claws, tail, wings, and spells the Dragon King War Technique!

Although Attilan doesn't reject close combat with enemies now, it doesn't mean that he will give up his best magic advantage and only use the dragon body to fight, but integrate magic into melee combat.

This was the conclusion drawn from the last pollution of the Emerald Dream. Even for dragons, energy is not infinite. In order to avoid energy exhaustion and being dragged down by enemies.

Attilan began to learn how to reduce the consumption of spellcasting.

Attilan's total magic power still has a lot of room for growth, at least a hundred times more than it is now, but if he doesn't form the concept of saving now, no matter how much magic power he has, it won't be enough.

It's like when you were a child, you had to learn how to use the hundred dollars you got from your parents reasonably, and only then could you learn how to manage your ten thousand, one hundred thousand, and million when you grew up.

If you develop the habit of being a spendthrift when you are young, then you will definitely not be able to save money when you grow up.

No one's energy is infinite, not even gods.

The death finger of the gods can indeed directly kill mortals, but as long as the number of mortals is large enough, then the death finger is nothing. It's not that mortals haven't killed gods.

The Emerald Dream is not omnipotent, especially in the current situation of being polluted, and the Council of Nature can continue to promote the plan to create a druid pantheon because the druids, these ants, can bite the elephant to death.

Elephants all want to enjoy the resources collected by ants, but they don't want to become the elephant that is bitten to death by ants in a desperate counterattack.

When that day comes, the Bearman, Vine Woman, Blood Dye, Old Urchin, these legends, great druids, will have to fill the front lines.

Only they at this level have the possibility of harming the gods.

The Bearman wants to retrieve the sacred objects of nature. In addition to the demigod of nature being his dream from childhood to adulthood, the greater purpose is to increase their survival rate in this war.

The stronger the strength of the Council of Nature camp, the more the gods will restrain their greed.

"After this wedding, I will reduce the number of banquets held and increase the gatherings for everyone's lightning tempering, spell exchange, potion making, animal companion training, and plant cultivation."

"Everyone is not young, and it's time to take responsibility and take care of the family. After this wedding, Mistress said that she and Master will retire to the second line."

"In the future, all the affairs of the forest, big and small, will need us to work together to handle them. I hope you can seriously consider my words and think about which aspect you are good at managing."

"I will establish a forest management committee, divide different areas for everyone to be responsible for, and try to let Master see our efforts and achievements."

"Do you understand?"

The Wine Woman poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of Attilan.

"Were you stimulated by the Tigerman just now? Why did you suddenly change?"

He was stimulated. The Tigerman went out for a year and forgot her original intention. She wanted to kill the Green Dragon, but Attilan still remembered her saying shamelessly in front of him.

She wants to become a legendary monk and then kill the Green Dragon.

But the current Tigerman has actually begun to learn the means of warriors, pursuing sharp weapons to kill enemies, which is completely contrary to the monk's philosophy.

Attilan also began to reflect on himself. The Tigerman has changed after going out for a year. Hasn't he changed while staying in the forest?

Yes, he has also undergone subtle changes.

For example, he doesn't reject melee combat, and even yearns to tear enemies apart with his claws.

With sharp weapons, the desire to kill arises. Attilan's claws and teeth are becoming sharper and sharper, the dragon body is becoming larger, and a light flick of the tail can smash large stones more than two meters high into gravel.

If you add a little penetrating force, you can turn the stone into powder.

Penetrating force is a monk's combat skill. Attilan can master it naturally because he has been hit by penetrating force enough times, and the body has gradually mastered the technique of exerting penetrating force.

Being able to use the tail to perform penetrating force, a gentle turn and flick of the tail, the power is more violent than a city-breaking cone hitting the city wall. For example, the city wall of Huangsha Pass is seven meters high and four meters thick. Attilan cannot break down the city wall with one tail.

But after the tail strikes, the city wall will leave obvious dents. It only takes three or five strikes, and the city wall will be breached.

Attilan will definitely not go to break the city himself. The target he trains the tail to strike is a small section of the city wall built by the dwarves of Silver Ring, imitating the city wall of Huangsha Pass.

After Attilan struck the stone, he felt that the stone was too brittle and could not fully express the destructive power of the tail strike, so he asked Silver Ring to do its best to build a target that was strong enough.

In the end, it became a small section of the city wall target similar to Huangsha Pass.

During the construction of Huangsha Pass, Silver Ring also developed many of his dwarven talents by constantly trying various spells to communicate with the earth veins and shape earth elements.

He hasn't learned Divine Descent yet, but there are already some signs. He can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Working for Artlan during this period has really been the most serious time in Silver Ring's life.

Even more serious than when he was making fakes. Although fake gold coins can make Silver Ring money, that little money is not enough for Silver Ring to become a Dwarf King.

Because Silver Ring performed excellently in several city wall and road construction projects, Artlan gave him a piece of life essence with the magic of an Ocean Wyrm.

It can help him better refine his bloodline and speed up the awakening of Divine Descent.

In fact, this piece of life essence is effective, but not that effective.

Ocean Wyrms can help people develop their bloodlines, but Artlan is not yet at that level. Even if he enters the juvenile dragon stage in three years, he probably won't learn this secret technique of developing potential, which at least a mature dragon can master.

Because the purity of his dragon magic is not up to par.

The Bearman wants to wait three years before setting off because he wants to see how much Artlan will change when he enters the next stage of life before leaving.

If he can absorb more life knowledge from Artlan's transformation process, the Bearman's chances of going to the Moonlight Grove to obtain the Natural Holy Relic will be greater.

Just as Artlan was reflecting on himself and planning to lead everyone to change the current atmosphere of having a small gathering every three days and a banquet every five days, the upright figure of the Tigerman came to the Oak Hall.

"Master, I'm back."

Looking at the Tigerman in front of him, covered in murderous aura and the stench of blood, the Bearman frowned slightly.

"What have you been doing this past year? You are like a machine that has been constantly creating slaughter for a whole year. Splashed blood has penetrated every corner of the operating machine."

"It's difficult to wash it clean, but fortunately you came back in time, there is still hope."

The Tigerman picked up the Dragon Hunting Arrow and performed a set of marksmanship for the Bearman, excitedly saying:

"Master, look, I'm very good, better than ever before."

"Artlan has a good saying, when a person feels that they are better than ever before and refuses the help of others, then this person is probably having brain problems."

"Your current problem is not realizing that you have a problem."

The Tigerman suddenly roared violently, glaring at the Bearman with bloodshot eyes.

"Enough! I am very good now, I don't need your help!"

This loud tiger roar traveled far, so far that Artlan in Green Scale Town could hear the faint tiger roar ten kilometers away.

"Tiger roar, and even Green Scale Town can hear a little sound. Whether you go or not, I definitely want to see how Master plans to educate the Tigerman. Don't tell me you're not curious."

Since Artlan said so, everyone stood up in unison.

Although everyone's hearing is not as good as Artlan's, Druids don't only rely on hearing to sense what's happening in the Oak Hall.

The animals and plants of the forest are the Druid's eyes and ears. Excellent Druids will use them to observe the situation in the distance instead of going to see it in person.

"The on-site experience is better, why don't we have a race to see who arrives at the Oak Hall faster?"

As soon as he heard there was a race, the Old Urchin suddenly popped up from the ground.

"I want to participate too!"

"You're just bullying children by participating. Old Urchin, you should go write your magic scrolls. After you finish writing, you can eat roast whole lamb. I've already asked the kitchen to prepare it for you."

Faced with the temptation of roast whole lamb, the Old Urchin was unmoved, and Artlan could only helplessly raise the stakes.

"Also two pork hind legs, marinated in a large bucket with twenty-eight kinds of spices to ensure a rich and delicious flavor. Just a light suck, and the tempting pork will be in your mouth."

"With a slight turn of the tongue, the full-bodied gravy tightly wraps your tongue, allowing you to feel the wildness and unyielding spirit contained in the pork, and it can also increase your strength."

"Of course, that little magical amplification, you great Druid, probably doesn't care about it."

This braised pork hind leg is a magical dish, the effect of which is to enhance running speed and the lethality of charging, referred to as Boar Rush.

Nourished by the abundant natural magic environment of the Druid Forest, the plants and animals in it more or less have some magic, but they have not yet reached the level of magical beasts that can form special abilities.

After many attempts, Artlan and the Half-Goatman finally created magical dishes with amplification effects. The strength of a bear, the agility of a cat, the speed of a rabbit, and the eyes of an eagle have all been made.

The effect is certainly not as good as the spells cast by Druids, but the excellent thing about these magical dishes is that as long as there are sufficient materials, they can create ten or twenty times more magical dishes than spells.

Restricted by the various magical herbs added to the magical dishes, Artlan can only supply this amplification method to elite troops, amplifying the elite troops to launch attacks.

Even the Black Dragon in the east, a hundred elite warriors who have eaten magical dishes, are not unable to try to fight it.

The Dragon King Guard is an elite force of only one hundred people that Artlan is preparing to select from Minotaurs, Centaurs, Fishmen, Snakemen, Worgen, Lizardmen, Boarmen, and even Kobolds.

The reason for choosing them is that Artlan needs an army that is directly under him and powerful enough, and limiting it to one hundred people is because his released life energy field is only enough for him to imbue one hundred people with dragon magic.

These dependents will gradually become dragon-blooded under the influence of dragon magic, and at their strongest, they can have twice the strength as before, but this will inevitably be a long process of transformation.

The shortest time is three years, and Artlan is not sure whether he will get another period of rapid growth after entering the juvenile dragon stage, allowing his overall combat power to approach legend.

If his combat power can be comparable to a legend, Artlan feels that the Natural Holy Relic search and rescue team should have a spot for him.

Moonlight Grove is the most core area of the Emerald Dream. Legend has it that it hides the secret of why the Council of Nature can cultivate Natural Demigods. Now, with a group of Natural God corpses occupying Moonlight Grove.

The former elders also died here and there, and the information about that secret actually had a very crucial part lost in it, causing the Council of Nature to almost completely lose the ability to create Natural Holy Relics.

If it is said that in the past, the magic of the natural world shrouded by the Emerald Dream could nurture a Natural Holy Relic every three to five thousand years, helping a legendary Druid advance to a mythical profession.

Then now, it may not even produce one in ten thousand years.

When Artlan and his party rushed to the Oak Hall excitedly, they did not see the scene they liked to see. The Tigerman was sitting cross-legged on the ground meditating honestly.

Facing the serious gaze of the Bearman, Artlan instantly restrained his gloating and said equally seriously:

"Master, I just saw that the Tigerman's state was not right, so I rushed over immediately after hearing the tiger roar to see if there was anything I could help with. Everyone said that they couldn't leave the Tigerman alone."

"Yes, yes."

"We are all here to help."

The Bearman waved his hand and said:

"In the future, put more thought into cultivation. Even if I don't supervise you, you must not slack off. Whether you can protect this forest depends on whether you treat it seriously."

"The Tigerman doesn't have any major problems, just rest for a few days. The day after tomorrow, I plan to hold a gathering to discuss how to maintain a pure heart. Remember to come and listen."

Everyone's expressions were a little strange.

"Ah, Master, are you still going to give a lecture at this time?"

The Bearman asked in confusion: "Is there anything special to do?"

Everyone's expressions became even stranger, and the Leopard Woman tentatively asked:

"Master, don't you know?"

"What should I know?"

Artlan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Three days later, your wedding with Jaina will be held here."

The Bearman widened his eyes in surprise, and his voice was directly eight degrees higher.

"Wedding, how come I don't know!"

"Didn't you and Jaina talk it over and hold the wedding in three days?"

No matter how they talked about it, Artlan must insist on this statement, because this can keep him from getting involved.

"I didn't…" The Bearman paused for a moment and slowly waved his hand.

"Yes, three days later, my wedding with Jaina, the gathering… let's cancel it first. Artlan, stay for a while, the others can go first."

Everyone instantly scattered like frightened birds and beasts, leaving only Artlan who wanted to escape but couldn't, and could only say with a mournful face:

"Master, I really didn't know that you two didn't reach an agreement, but I think you should indeed hold the wedding first."

The Bearman raised his hand, creating a layer of transparent, fluorescent green barrier to encompass the Tigerman.

"Let's not talk about the wedding first, let's talk about the Tigerman. You just saw her, what is her situation?"

"I think… it's okay, although the change is indeed a bit big, but it's still manageable."

The Bearman sighed.

"The problem is big. Originally, the obsession in her heart had been dispelled by you, but your several encounters with her have formed a new goal for her. A year of slaughter has allowed the remaining thoughts in her heart to constantly absorb external evil thoughts."

"Forming a very tyrannical thought, or a blackened Tyr, a personality that only knows how to kill and hunt dragons."

"I need you to help me awaken the pure Tyr who once competed with you, can you do it?"

The corners of Artlan's mouth twitched.

"How to do it?"

"It's very simple, just fight her like before, you are still the same style as before, now I am going to wake her up."

Without giving Artlan time to react, the Bearman directly woke up the Tigerman. Looking at the Tigerman whose eyes were glowing with scarlet blood, Artlan smiled and said:

"Tigerman, it's only been a while since I saw you, why are you so weak!"

The Tigerman directly aimed the Dragon Hunting Arrow at Artlan.

"Do you want to try how sharp the Dragon Hunting Arrow is?"

Artlan smiled contemptuously, and two dragon claws rubbed against each other, sparking a string of sparks.

"My dragon claws are also not necessarily blunt!"