The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Athillan's drifting thoughts were quickly pulled back by the Bearman.

"Now, simultaneously inject your Water of Life and Purifying Lightning into Thale's body. Her mind has become irritable because it's being eroded by the blood and resentment from the battlefield. As long as you cleanse these negative things, Thale will recover."

Athillan's lips twitched, and he subconsciously mourned for the Tigerman.

"Will this process be very painful? Master, are you sure you want to adopt such a treatment plan? Or should we choose a milder approach?"

It wasn't that Athillan cared much about the Tigerman, but if such a cruel treatment plan was used on the Tigerman today and he didn't speak up for him, who would speak for him when this plan fell on him tomorrow?

The Bearman's gaze was as calm as an ancient well, unwavering. He condensed the moonlight and injected it into the Tigerman's body, constantly circulating it. Although the Tigerman had already lost consciousness, her body was trembling.

The pure moonlight energy was too icy, and the Tigerman's muscles could only spontaneously shiver to generate heat, trying to warm her up.

"Everyone has to pay the price for their decisions. Next time she makes a decision, she will think about the consequences and the price she has to pay, and whether she wants to endure it a second time."

Athillan helplessly shrugged his shoulders.

"Alright."

Athillan knew that the Tigerman had a strong tolerance for pain, but the pain caused by the Bearman's plan could be described as being gnawed to the bone by ten thousand insects, and it would only get more painful the more they gnawed.

As the Water of Life nourished her, her body's sensitivity to pain would become increasingly acute. The more it hurt, the better the treatment effect.

Sometimes, in order to improve treatment efficiency, other safeguards had to be sacrificed. The Bearman chose to endure pain during his cultivation, and the Tigerman and Athillan, who inherited his path, naturally had to endure pain as well.

As the swirling emerald green water and silver-white lightning were injected into the Tigerman's body from the position of her heart, the Tigerman's body trembled violently, and she instantly opened her eyes.

She glared at Athillan, who was still injecting energy, as if she wanted to stand up and kill him.

The Tigerman's eyes became even fiercer. She clearly felt the True Energy in her body being broken up, purified, and reorganized. The quality of the True Energy was indeed slowly increasing.

But it really hurt, it hurt so much!

The Tigerman had thought that she had suffered enough injuries on the Dragon Slaughter Battlefield, that her spirit had become numb, and that no amount of pain could shake her willpower.

But she was wrong. After a year apart, the Tigerman didn't know if her ability to withstand pain had deteriorated, or if the Bearman's methods of training people had improved.

How could it hurt so much!

"Ah!!!"

"You have been contaminated by filth. After purification, you will return to your former pure Monk state. Adjust your breathing and circulate your True Energy according to the trajectory of the moonlight."

"This is my newly designed secret art of the Natural Sect, the Moonfire Heart-Scorching Spirit Condensation Method, specifically aimed at the deficiencies in your mind. From today onwards, unless you perfect this secret art."

"You are not allowed to take another step out of the forest. And Athillan, you have to practice it too. The dragon's mind is more than a little weaker than its body, and it wants to give up at the slightest provocation."

"There's absolutely no heart of a strong person. I believe that as long as the willpower is strong enough, we can change this world!"

Moonfire Heart-Scorching Spirit Condensation Method. Hearing this name, Athillan twitched. It was a little too Zhong Hua Jia. Athillan felt that he was no longer like a druid.

He was more like a cultivator, relying on willpower to change the world. He didn't know that the Bearman was actually a passionate middle-aged man who would have such thoughts.

"Master, even if you are more passionate and have stronger willpower, wanting us to agree to you searching for the Natural Sacred Relic in the Moonlit Glade alone, I think it's impossible."

As the purification progressed, the Tigerman's spirits became better and better. After the pain intensified, Athillan saw for the first time that the Tigerman had actually fainted from the pain, and then woke up again with the injection of the Water of Life.

After this process was repeated seven or eight times, the purification finally ended. Athillan breathed a sigh of relief. Not to mention the Tigerman who received the treatment, even he, the dragon who participated in the treatment, was covered in cold sweat.

It was really scary.

"Master, are you sure the Tigerman's spirit hasn't collapsed?"

"No, because when I received the inheritance of the School of Life, I was tormented by my master much worse than the Tigerman. Didn't I make it through? I used to be a little too gentle with her."

"Now is the time for her to understand the reality of this world."

Athillan was silent. He actually knew that being able to become stronger as long as he could withstand the pain was already much more convenient and swift than many people improving their strength.

Most people's lives are spent enduring troubles and torments, and in the end, they gain nothing, but instead lose their few treasures in the process of pursuing them.

Spending their later years in misery and loneliness.

Athillan should learn to be grateful. If it weren't for the Bearman, he wouldn't have learned such a brilliant method as the Moonfire Heart-Scorching Spirit Condensation Method.

A green light fell from the Bearman's hand into the Tigerman's body, awakening the Tigerman, who was floating lifelessly on the water. The Tigerman sank into the water, and then burst out of the lake in a splash, landing beside Athillan.

Weakly nodding to the Bearman, she said:

"Thank you, Master. I feel much better."

The Bearman nodded in satisfaction and said:

"Now I will tell you the key points of cultivating the Spirit Condensation Secret Art. The effect of practicing this secret art while soaking in the Moonshadow Lake is the best. Start practicing after you've listened."

The function of this secret art is to use moonfire to purify the spiritual power of the cultivator, then absorb moonlight to increase the total amount of spiritual power, and then purify it again, repeating this process.

If a mage were to obtain this secret art, Athillan believed that the mage's spellcasting speed and spell power, and even magical power, would be improved accordingly.

Athillan felt the icy moonfire flowing in his body and couldn't help but gasp. The effect was good, but it was getting colder and colder.

"Don't be swallowed by the icy moonfire. The longer you resist the moonfire, the better your cultivation effect will be, understand!"

The Bearman's roar instantly restored Athillan, who was almost frozen, to consciousness. This secret art was too dangerous. He felt that his willpower might not be as strong as he had imagined.

But this secret art, Athillan always felt, was a little unlike the Bearman's style.

Athillan quickly ended his first practice session, cheekily approaching the Bearman and glancing at the Tigerman, who was still persevering. Athillan said:

"Master, this secret art doesn't seem like your style. Also, Moonshadow Lake, wouldn't all of this be the result of asking Lady Lullune for help with the research?"

The Bearman just glanced at Athillan, which made Athillan feel like he was being burned by an invisible moonfire. His spirit was instantly frozen, and the whole dragon was frozen in place, unable to move.

"Master, please release me!"

"You'll recover after basking in the sun after dawn. It's a good time for you to reflect and realize that you're not good at mental problems, but you still don't train seriously. Look at Thale, she can persevere longer than you even after just finishing a round of treatment."

"If you don't get rid of this lazy habit, you'll suffer a big loss sooner or later. Now you can use the Spirit Condensation Technique in reverse to resist the moonfire I've inflicted on you."

"You can recover by dispelling the moonfire, or you can wait for the sun to come out, and you can recover as early as noon. If you comprehend the essence of the Moonfire Spirit Condensation Technique, you can recover even faster."

The Bearman left, leaving Athillan staring blankly.

The Tigerman slowly opened her eyes at this time. She was able to persevere longer because the green light that the Bearman had just injected gave her a little trick to resist the moonlight.

But she wouldn't tell Athillan, she just smiled and looked at him.

"Little Dragon, it seems you're not that great either. After the Spirit Condensation Technique improves my mental strength, my Heavenly Silkworm Transformation will be able to exert a stronger effect. Next time we fight, I won't lose to you so easily!"

"Got it, you won't lose easily. I'll take you down a little more difficultly, but I'll definitely still win. After all, we've competed four times, and I've won every time!"

"I hope you can come up with some new tricks next time, don't make the battle too boring."

This time, the Tigerman revealed her newly developed Heavenly Silkworm Transformation, but Athillan hasn't revealed his newly developed tricks, such as energy-enchanted claws and sea dragon energy shields.

But these can't be considered Athillan's trump cards.

His trump card is prepared for the Black Dragon, who is also a water-type dragon. Since he intends to occupy the swamp further east, Athillan naturally has to prepare some methods for the dragon civil war.

Spells are quite effective against humans and elves, but if you want to use spells against dragons, you can only say that Athillan is still not skilled enough. The technique of spell penetration can't be said to have made no progress, but it can only be said that he hasn't learned it yet.

If spells are not effective against the Black Dragon, Athillan must think of some useful methods. So he looked in his inherited memories, and you know what, Athillan really found something good.

However, the difficulty of cultivating this secret art is very high, and Athillan needs time.

The origin of the secret art is the acid mist breath of the ocean dragon. Just as lightning breath can activate and stabilize life vitality, acid mist breath, as the opposite of lightning breath, can naturally develop the effects of decay and withering life.

Even taking away all the vitality of the enemy can be done!

Didn't the Bearman mention that life control has a usage similar to the Dao Heart Demon Seed Great Art? If combined with acid mist breath, Athillan believes that the Black Dragon can be completely transformed into his nourishment for growth.

The premise is that he must be able to defeat the Black Dragon, and he also needs to lock up the Black Dragon and raise it for a period of time to adjust the energy composition in the Black Dragon's body.

Athillan felt that swallowing the Black Dragon directly would upset his stomach.

It's like a newly caught wild snakehead fish, which needs to be raised in clean water for a period of time to remove the earthy smell from the snakehead fish before the snakehead fish meat tastes good.

Everyone knows what kind of dragon the Black Dragon is. It likes silt and corrupt water quality. Its power attribute is completely incompatible with Athillan, the life druid. Swallowing it forcibly will not only not help, but the impurities it brings will also affect Athillan's growth.

Compared to the Black Dragon, Atilan felt that the Bronze Dragon would be more suitable as his nourishment.

It's a pity that he couldn't eat the Bronze Dragon that signed a contract with the Water Elf Kingdom. He was still a fledgling dragon, his teeth weren't good enough, and his appetite wasn't that big.

"But now I can move freely, but you are frozen in place by Moonfire, tsk tsk tsk ~"

The Tiger-man just smiled, covering his feet with True Qi and walking towards Moon Shadow Lake. Unexpectedly, the Tiger-man was actually standing on the surface of Moon Shadow Lake, without any sign of sinking.

"How about my move?"

Atilan said disdainfully:

"Isn't it just the secret technique of the Four Symbols Sect, expressing walking on water in the form of True Qi? Is there anything rare about it?"

The Tiger-man smiled slightly and used True Qi in his hand to roll up a water column.

"What if I said that I hadn't mastered the ability to walk on water until I was purified?"

Atilan instantly widened his eyes and said in surprise:

"You mean that the purification and the Moonfire Concentration you just performed greatly enhanced your mental power, thus mastering the ability to use True Qi to perform walking on water!"

"This secret technique... the effect is so terrifying, but the risk of cultivation is also very high. If you are not careful, you may be frozen into an idiot by Moonfire."

The Tiger-man said solemnly:

"Since ancient times, any secret technique has the better the effect, the greater the risk. In order to gain power, many people even make deals with demons, selling their souls."

"I am already very satisfied to have such a powerful secret technique."

The Tiger-man suddenly said in a solemn tone:

"Actually, during this trip, I met a Rakshasa disguised as a Tiger-man. I was almost bewitched by him to accept the power of the devil. Fortunately, the master's teachings finally restored me to clarity."

"I killed the Rakshasa with great difficulty, but I was still affected by the Rakshasa's remaining magic. Fortunately, I was enlightened by the Monk Master, otherwise I would have been completely obsessed with killing and become no longer myself."

"Rakshasa!"

Atilan didn't expect that the Tiger-man's experience would be so exciting. Rakshasas are the souls of demons who escaped from hell, transformed into beings similar to Tiger-men.

Rakshasas have human and tiger characteristics, but their two palms are completely different from humans. The human's left palm is their right palm.

"With such obvious features on the palms, didn't you notice?"

The Tiger-man shook his head and said:

"I am not a demon expert. It is normal not to recognize a Rakshasa. It's just that as a monk of the Nature Sect, I sensed the evil aura in his body. Knowing that he was not a good person, I decisively launched an attack."

"Taking him down was easier than I imagined. Are demons so weak? His strength is about the same as a level 7 demon warlock. He was easily defeated and killed by me."

Atilan sighed and said:

"Rakshasas, like demons, can only be killed in the Nine Hells. You didn't really kill the Rakshasa. You should have returned to the forest as soon as you killed him."

"You're only telling me such an important thing now! Go find Master quickly and tell him the news about the Rakshasa. I didn't expect that demons have already successfully invaded this world."

When you find a cockroach in the house, it means there are already countless cockroaches in your house. The same principle applies to demons.

"No need, I'm right here."

It seemed that the Bear-man had left, but he had actually been watching from the side all along. Moonfire Concentration is such a dangerous secret technique, how could the Bear-man rest assured that they would practice without supervision?

The Bear-man did feel that the Tiger-man's mental breakdown was happening a little too quickly, but the Tiger-man was stubborn and unwilling to talk. He could only quietly wait for the day when the Tiger-man was willing to speak out.

Unexpectedly, it was a Rakshasa, the devil's claws, after all, have stretched into this world.

The search for the natural sacred objects must be accelerated as soon as possible, and no more time can be wasted.

Demons will not launch an invasion, but these damned things will corrupt the minds of intelligent beings, allowing their old rivals, the demons, to be their vanguard, helping them create chaos, thereby facilitating their harvesting of souls.

There is a barrier in this world that resists the infiltration of demons. Since the Rakshasa has appeared, it also means that the barrier has been broken, or the demons have found a way to bypass the barrier.

Whichever it is, it represents that disaster is about to come.

"Where did you encounter the Rakshasa?"

"North of Dragon Lake, in the River Valley Kingdom through which the river flows. He disguised himself as a Tiger-man and became a business consultant to the local nobles, helping the nobles deal with the territory's financial problems."

The Bear-man narrowed his eyes slightly. The River Valley Kingdom happened to have a boundary stone that maintained the existence of the barrier. Needless to say, the Rakshasa's target must have been aimed at the boundary stone.

Once the barrier is broken, the Natural Council, whose Emerald Dream has not yet recovered, may only have to abandon this world, and will lose most of the wealth accumulated in this world over thousands of years.

The biggest problem with druids is that most of their assets are real estate, and the unit price is low. Astral transportation is only suitable for small, high-value treasures.

Like the millions of valuable trees in the Bear-man Forest, can they be taken away?

Not to mention ordinary trees, even Old Tree Root would be greatly injured if he left the forest.

The magical power stored inside his tree body will not be lost, and he can survive for a long time even if he leaves the soil. The problem is that the power he invested in other trees that has not yet been returned, that investment will be completely wasted.

Such a large forest can stably produce natural magic power to supply hundreds of druids to practice. If it is abandoned, it will take hundreds of years to create a forest of the same quality.

To defend, or to retreat, this is a very difficult decision.

What's more fatal is that the Bear-men don't even have the opportunity to choose, they can only wait for the results of the Natural Council's discussion.

"Accelerate the purification of the Wolf Soul. You must let the Natural Council complete your certification as soon as possible. Your potential is recognized, and your words may be more influential than mine."

"Being able to win greater voice and more resources for this world."

Why is it that the Bear-man, a legendary druid, is suppressed but still stays in the Natural Council? Isn't it because the benefits and treatment are really good? Only when you join a large organization will you know how good it feels to have an organization.

"Understood, Master."

"Practice Moonfire Concentration well, it will also help your purification. Try to improve your strength and potential as much as possible. The higher the score, the more benefits you can get."

"I will definitely work hard."

Atilan was quite curious about how big the difference was between the druids of the Natural Council and the rural druids in their area, whether it was the gap between peasant mud legs and urban resident white-collar elites.

Then the Bear-man took the Tiger-man away. He needed to know more details about the Rakshasa.

Atilan suddenly panicked.

"No, Master, untie me!"

When Atilan returned to his loyal Green Scale Town again, it was already the afternoon of the next day. That's right, Atilan didn't untie the Moonfire seal until noon.

Removing the seal all depended on the sun. He was responsible for basking in the sun.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came back, he saw his roaming twins, the Murloc Fizz and Anzu. They had gone to the east to inquire about the situation of the Black Dragon, but they came back so quickly.

"Reporting to the Dragon Lord, the moisture content of the Black Dragon's territory is greater than we imagined. She seems to have learned about the practice of the Swamp Wyverns from some familiars, and actively moved the soil in the territory to pile up earth mountains."

"The lowlands formed by excavation were submerged by the converging water, forming swamps one after another. Only the earth mountains piled up by the Black Dragon have some life living there. Travel depends on boats or swimming."

"Therefore, most of them are murlocs, lizardmen, and snake people. There are very few other races. The Black Dragon is not an excellent Dragon Lord, but she is very concerned about her own safety."

"Therefore, she has been optimizing the environment of the territory to make the territory more suitable for the Black Dragon to fight. According to the information we have obtained, this Black Dragon has not yet reached adulthood, she is only a young Black Dragon."

Young Black Dragon, that means she can be fought!

Atilan rubbed his claws, thinking about the strategy to subdue the Black Dragon.

"Summon the warlords who are resting in Green Scale Town, I want to know their opinions."

The challenge level of the Young Black Dragon is 9, even if there are some warlock class levels, with the configuration of the barbarian class minotaur Lista, the murloc Fischer, the snake person shadow warrior Trina, the psion Ophelia, the centaur ranger Chasing Wind, and the lizardman shaman.

It is entirely possible to fight the Black Dragon, and even the Dragon Lord Atilan does not need to take action!

As for the Black Dragon's subordinates, they are all a bunch of rabble. The murlocs only used a few bean cakes to get all the information about the Black Dragon.

If he cooperates with other people, it is really possible to capture the Black Dragon alive.

Atilan was very tempted. The longer the time, the more variables there will be. The strength of the Black Dragon is not static. If she enters adulthood in two years, after her spellcasting ability matures, it will be more difficult to catch her.

At that time, Atilan will definitely be able to defeat the Black Dragon, but he may not be able to kill her, let alone capture her alive.

Soon the warlords came. The old murloc, Old Blind Eyes, and the murloc shaman Sal also came to attend the meeting.

The lizardman shaman mentioned by Atilan also came to attend the meeting.

This guy is the wise man who once led the tribe to escape from the rainforest, ran to the swamp to rebuild the tribe, and even grew to the level of five hundred lizardmen and two hundred murlocs.

He is indeed a wise man to be able to recruit races of different races, so facing the olive branch thrown by Atilan, he decisively agreed.

At this meeting, he was also the first to speak.

"Fight! We must fight! It can be seen that the Black Dragon's territory is not stable yet. If she gains a firm foothold, we will pay ten times the price if we want to take this land."

"We can not develop this land, but we cannot let the Black Dragon block our only current direction of development. I support the Dragon Lord's plan to send troops out in full force and capture the Black Dragon in one fell swoop!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, Atilan said excitedly:

"Then you go back and prepare your troops. After I attend this wedding, we will attack and launch an expedition to the Black Dragon!"