The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

In war, quality trumps quantity, especially when the opponent is a black dragon who is new to the area and doesn't prioritize territory development or training of its subordinates.

According to the reports from the merman scouts, the black dragon has no more than two thousand subordinates, and they are scattered throughout the tens of thousands of square kilometers of swamp. Some tribes are only nominally loyal to the black dragon.

They regularly transport large fish and pearls as protection fees to the black dragon, satisfying the black dragon's arrogant sense of superiority. The black dragon is not even clear about the strength of these tribes.

It seems that the black dragon has thousands of subordinates, but after Attilan marches eastward, it would be an extraordinary feat for the black dragon to gather even a thousand subordinates to resist. It is more likely that they will see Attilan's elite three thousand troops and abandon the black dragon to flee in disarray.

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The terrain in the east is terrible, with dense water networks and soil full of moisture. Humans and horses cannot charge in this environment. This time, only a small number of people and horses proficient in archery can be brought to be responsible for long-range strikes.

Close combat mainly relies on the fishmen and lizardmen. The fishmen are not weak, but they have not established a complete logistics system. Most fishmen have not been full since birth, which has led to their poor physique.

The poor physique of the previous generation will naturally affect the physical fitness of the next generation of fishmen. The fishmen are a fast-growing race, and generations of natural selection have led to the fishmen becoming a second-rate race in this large area of the swamp.

Of course, the bloodline power of the fishmen has not declined too much. Occasionally, after a fishman tribe occupies a resource-rich territory, it only takes two or three generations, more than ten years, to restore its prosperity.

The fishmen under Attilan are facing an unprecedentedly high-quality start. In addition to the various grains and meats cultivated by the kingdom that they can't finish eating, Attilan occasionally rains down a rain of grace in the residential areas of his subordinates.

Attilan is still ninety-eight thousand miles away from developing the Druid spell of the Rain of Grace, but the ten thousand miles he has advanced have already proven Attilan's progress in the reserve of Druid knowledge.

In the beginning, the Rain of Grace was used by Attilan to irrigate vegetation for rapid growth, and later it was used to raise fish and pearls, but none of them were as good as Attilan using the Rain of Grace to raise people like he is doing now!

As everyone knows, the components of the Rain of Grace are pure water elements and the life energy of the ocean dragon, and both of these will increase in quality and quantity as Attilan's strength rises.

The purity and quantity of the controlled water elements have doubled. The same amount of water elements, in Attilan's hands two years ago and in his hands now, will have two or three times the effect.

Overall, the effect of Attilan's spellcasting with water elements has become ten times that of two years ago.

Water element manipulation is still like this, but as the foundation of the ocean dragon, the improvement of life energy is twenty times!

The combined Rain of Grace, which combines the two spells, has become a hundred times more effective than before. This is why Attilan has the confidence to cover an entire residential area of subordinates with the Rain of Grace.

Thousands of subordinates in a residential area can only use the rainwater that irrigates a few acres of land to nourish them. One person may only get one or two mouthfuls of water. This little amount is enough to ensure that they don't get sick.

Still want to become stronger?

Now it's different. Although the increase brought each time is not much, it's like adding a few to dozens of experience points to an experience bar that requires hundreds of thousands of experience points to level up. It's not much, but it can bring improvement.

Of the many towns in the kingdom, Attilan spends the most time in Green Scale Town, so naturally the subordinates living in Green Scale Town get the most benefits, and the most in Green Scale Town are fishmen.

They need to take care of the forest farms and orchards, pastures and grain fields that fit the forest environment, as well as the increasingly large fisheries. Naturally, the number of fishmen in Green Scale Town is also constantly increasing.

They are all old fishmen who have been taught ideology in Rain Forest Town, are proficient in the Ocean Totem War Dance, and have been assimilated into high-quality subordinates of the Green Scale Clan. They are all Attilan's loyal confidants, so naturally they get the most care.

Of the many races of subordinates under Attilan, the fishmen are actually the most compatible with Attilan's fighting style. Especially the Green Scale Fishmen are more enlightened and intelligent than other fishmen who have ferocity in their bones.

Although this may lead to the individual combat power of the Green Scale Fishmen being slightly worse, Attilan likes subordinates who are obedient and civilized enough.

Compared to most subordinates who can only adapt to the two professions of warrior and farmer, the Green Scale Fishmen can adapt to combat professions such as warrior, barbarian, rogue, and shaman.

At the same time, they have also shown good adaptability in life professions such as farmer, cook, weaver, and carpenter. It's not that other races like the snake people don't have the conditions to learn these life professions.

But the snake people are not willing to do these tedious tasks. Even if they reluctantly do it, the products they make will be worse than those of the Green Scale Fishmen. Perhaps the only stronger point of the snake people is in music and dance.

But Attilan will only invest a small amount of manpower and resources in these two advantages. What he values more is the life profession that can serve as the cornerstone of the kingdom. Hedonism is not advisable.

Like the snake people's song and dance troupe, they are not only responsible for performing for Attilan and the forest druids, they also need to tour the major towns of the Atlantean Kingdom to boost morale with their performances.

Let the various races gathered from all directions increase their sense of belonging to the kingdom, and their recognition and loyalty to Attilan, the dragon lord. The song and dance troupe has contributed a lot.

Of course, even more effective than the song and dance troupe are the steadily cultivated fishman chefs. Their cooking has captured the stomachs of the subordinates, and naturally they have also captured their hearts.

After eating the fishman chefs' dishes made with various spices picked and prepared from the forest, and then experiencing the soup they used to make, they instantly feel that it is even more difficult to eat than pig food.

There is no way, they have already become Attilan's shape. Even if the leader wants to defect, their former subordinates cannot tolerate the deterioration of welfare benefits. Several small leaders who felt they had lost power and wanted to take their people away.

Were all reported and then beheaded to set an example.

There are 30,000 humanoid races in the kingdom, and there will always be some fools who can't think straight and can't see the situation clearly. Attilan can only send them to reincarnation in advance. Maybe they will become elves in the next life and live a life above others.

The most important thing is to get a clever brain, and never do stupid things like betraying as a lone commander again.

After the minotaurs danced the Earth Totem War Dance for two years, even if they did not gain the ability to control earth elements, their personalities became calm under the influence of earth elements.

The most important thing is that they are no longer irritable.

Lista just regarded the Totem War Dance as a radio calisthenics exercise to clear his mind. He didn't expect that he would actually practice a lot of real things.

It's not that Lista accidentally obtained a white bull spirit. Compared with the Green Fish spirit who has joined Attilan, the white bull from the desert yearns for freedom even more.

Moreover, the white bull is not a water-based spirit, so naturally it will not be close to the ocean dragon.

Only after knowing that Lista had mastered the power to make the earth tremble did Attilan know that the white bull was an earth-based spirit, because before, the white bull appeared to guide Lista.

"Not bad, Attilan, you put your heart into it. I didn't expect that you could do it to this extent in three days."

"It's all thanks to everyone's efforts. If it weren't for the master and mistress teaching everyone so well, the wedding venue wouldn't have been arranged so quickly."

These colorful flowers, fruit trees full of fruits, and natural chapels entwined with oak branches and vines, which one does not require profound Druid attainments?

Attilan knew that the vine woman said to do it as soon as possible, just do it roughly, but if you really make a rough wedding, see if the leader will be angry.

The leader also knows that it will be difficult to prepare a wedding of the century in three days, and the process is full of hardships. The leader cares about you and doesn't want to do it, but you also have to care about the leader.

No matter how difficult it is, you have to grit your teeth and persevere, otherwise, do you still want to hang out in the forest?

The wedding process was completed quickly. Hana looked at her feather coat, then looked at the vine woman's wedding dress, and shook Lalluen's hand and asked:

"Mom, Mom, when will I be able to wear such beautiful clothes?"

Lalluen just smiled.

"When you grow up, you will naturally know when. Mom can't say for sure. You have to wait until you meet the right person, but when this person will appear, I don't know."

"Mom, don't you know astrology? Why don't you help me calculate?"

Lalluen rubbed Hana's head.

"This kind of thing can't rely on astrology, otherwise it will lose its original meaning."

Hana pouted cutely, and the leopard girl next to her handed her a piece of bread.

"Don't think about those things that don't exist, eat bread quickly. Today's bread is made of magic wheat, and the quantity is limited. If you don't eat it, it will be gone."

"Okay, thank you, sister."

This is all magic wheat planted by the vine woman, and the quality is much better than Attilan's. Not to mention the leopard girl, even the old naughty boy does not care about his face and snatches bread from the younger generation.

"Today, my two best friends are getting married. I'm happy. What's wrong with eating more?"

"Young people like you can completely study how to plant magic wheat if you want to eat dishes made of magic wheat. What's wrong with snatching things to eat from an old man like me?"

Taishan struggled to push away the bear man in front of him and said pantingly:

"Compared to us, you should plant magic wheat yourself, right? We haven't learned it, but you can't possibly not learn it, right? I think you're just lazy, old naughty boy."

"I heard that you once forgot to replenish food for the animals in the beast garden and almost starved all the animals in the beast garden to death. Fortunately, Master Gaioge discovered it and replenished them with food and water."

"Otherwise, your research results would all be dead."

The old naughty boy's face turned black. How was his black history exposed? Gaioge couldn't have done this, so is it Jiana?

It doesn't seem like it. Jiana doesn't like to gossip about others behind their backs.

Then there's only one person left, Blood Dye!

Only a few of them knew about this, but Mount Tai couldn't have encountered Blood Dye, so there's only one possibility.

"Did Hana tell you?"

Mount Tai nodded casually.

"Hana said her father taught her that playing should have its limits, and you can't let playing interfere with serious matters. Once it causes a bad influence, it will take even longer to fix."

"Instead, it will make the time for playing disappear completely, telling her that she should do things with a plan, and finish things as soon as possible, and never think about playing first and then doing things."

Old Rogue gritted his teeth as he listened, "Good for you, Blood Dye! I treat you like a brother, and you use my dark history as teaching material for your daughter! Just wait until I settle the score with you!"

Don't think that just because you're a Legend now, I can't do anything about you.

Old Rogue muttered to himself, while his hands didn't slow down at all. The mountain of bread on the table was disappearing rapidly, making Leopard Woman's heart pound.

Old Rogue was too hateful, focusing on eating the bread she liked.

Leopard Woman directly pounced like a hungry wolf, running to the other side of the table, frantically stuffing bread into her mouth, hoping to eat her share of bread for the whole month before it was all gone.

That way, she wouldn't keep thinking about this bread.

Who knew that after Leopard Woman started gorging herself, Old Rogue suddenly stopped snatching bread, leaving the table to the young people, watching them use various Druidic means to compete for the bread that could enhance natural magic.

Blood Dye attended the wedding wearing thick rattan armor. His power of death had been mostly suppressed, but he still couldn't be in contact with Laruen and Hana.

Blood Dye originally suspected that his power of death was influenced by the accidental appearance of Laruen in front of him, but after learning Laruen's true identity, Blood Dye instead suspected that he was the sword that stabbed Laruen.

Once he came into contact with the mother and daughter, who knew if Laruen and Hana would be affected by the power of death in some invisible way?

Before, Blood Dye always thought that Laruen was just a Tiefling mage traveling in the astral plane. Although she was special, she wasn't the most special, and they were together simply because they loved each other.

After knowing Laruen's identity, Blood Dye knew that his talent wasn't enough to warrant a hell princess seducing him.

Although he hadn't contacted Blood Dye's mother-in-law, Laruen had exchanged several letters with that astral游神, and the real astral divine power was enough to prove that there was indeed a demigod standing behind Laruen.

Then how could Laruen's mother, who was friends with a demigod, be weak?

Blood Dye felt a lot of pressure. Although Laruen said that her mother supported her free love, Blood Dye felt that being influenced and manipulated by the power of death was a stain he couldn't wash away.

As a magic profession being mind controlled, Blood Dye could imagine how much his mother-in-law, who was even more talented than him, would despise him, this son-in-law.

Therefore, Blood Dye hoped to cure his problem, and like the Bearmen, go to the Moonlit Glade to search for natural holy objects to go further. Only in this way would he not be looked down upon by his mother-in-law.

A man must have strength, and he must never be looked down upon by his wife's family. This is a man's self-esteem.

At the end of the wedding, Blood Dye and the Bearman exchanged a tacit glance for a moment. It seemed that the two of them had already reached a consensus in private.

At this time, a halfling pushed a three-meter-high cake tower into the venue.

Attilan said with a smile:

"This is a wedding surprise I specially prepared for you. The wheat, apples, strawberries, blueberries, red berries, eggs, and other ingredients used are all magic varieties that I carefully cultivated."

"It's a pity that the quantity is still not enough, otherwise the cake wouldn't be so small."

Leopard Woman looked at the mountain of cake in front of her, and suddenly felt that the bread in her hand... was no longer appealing!

"Damn it, Old Rogue, did you already know there would be such a cake, so you deliberately incited everyone to compete for the bread, just to fill everyone's stomachs with bread, so you could eat a few more bites of cake?"

There was no way around it. Attilan wanted to reconcile materials involving various attributes to create beautiful magic cakes with excellent magical aura and magical effects.

Attilan could only ask Old Rogue for help, and since Old Rogue was present for many romantic moments between the Bearmen and the Vine Women, he could naturally help Attilan add these scenes to the gourmet illusion, helping everyone appreciate their love.

"Master, Mistress, please distribute the cake to everyone."

The Bearman grabbed the Vine Woman's hand, and the two walked hand in hand to the big cake, cutting off the largest piece and handing it to Old Rogue.

"Robert, if you hadn't been supporting us by the side, we wouldn't have had this wedding."

Old Rogue was so moved that he was almost crying.

"Gai'o Gai, I didn't expect you to say such things."

Old Rogue ate the cake with tears in his eyes.

"Sweet!"

Eating the cake, Old Rogue felt a little regretful for some reason. When he was young, many girls pursued him, but at that time, he only had elemental magic in his eyes.

What girls? To him, they weren't as attractive as an elemental giant.

Thinking about it now, he was too simple back then. Now that he was an old geezer, those girls who liked him were probably all dead.

Time is so merciless.

Attilan walked to Old Rogue's side, with a smile on his lips:

"What's wrong, are you envious? At your age, if you cleaned up your image, I think you could still fool a lot of young girls. Why don't you try it after you break through to the Legend realm?"

After breaking through to the Legend realm, Old Rogue's lifespan would be extended, and some Druidic means could be reactivated, and he wouldn't be able to restore his appearance to when he was twenty years old.

But Old Rogue could restore himself to a handsome uncle in his forties.

Looking at Blood Dye, you could tell how handsome Old Rogue was when he was young.

At that time, they were evenly matched, both outstanding and handsome Druid geniuses. The Bearman, with a thick-browed, big-eyed, square face, could be described as mediocre compared to them.

The Vine Woman wasn't a shallow person, she looked at the Bearman's inner self.

Old Rogue curled his lips in disdain and said proudly:

"If I had wanted to get married back then, my son might already be a Grand Druid."

Attilan shook his head with a smile. Who wouldn't brag? Besides, a hero doesn't mention his past bravery. Attilan would only admire Old Rogue if he could still find a wife with his current appearance.

Two smaller pieces of cake, a little smaller than Old Rogue's, were given to Attilan and Eagle King.

"From now on, the forest will depend on the performance of the two of you."

This cake tower represents not only the wedding cake, but also the rights and obligations of the forest!

Eating the cake means you have accepted the corresponding responsibilities.

Attilan swallowed the cake in one gulp.

"As expected of me, the cake is delicious."

Eagle King obviously understood what the cake represented.

"I understand."

Every time he cut a piece of cake for someone, the Bearman would make a meaningful comment, making the atmosphere seem less like a wedding and more like a Druid school graduation ceremony.

The Vine Woman didn't mind at all, always maintaining a smile. All she cared about was being with the Bearman, as long as their hearts were connected, these were just formalities.

After the wedding, the Bearman opened his heart to her, and the Vine Woman finally knew what the Bearman was really thinking, and at the same time, she conveyed her thoughts to the Bearman.

To live and die together!

To be birds flying wing to wing in heaven, to be trees with intertwined branches on earth. In short, the Bearman shouldn't even think about getting rid of her in this lifetime.

At this time, the sound of centaur hooves echoed from afar.

Attilan frowned and walked over. Lista also knew that he was holding a wedding for the Bearman today. If it wasn't a very important situation, he wouldn't have sent it over today for him to deal with.

After learning the news brought by the centaur, he immediately walked to the Bearman's side.

"Master, the treasure of the dungeon has appeared. The Blue Dragon and the Fire Gnomes are already fighting. Do we need to intervene?"

The Bearman waved his hand with a majestic aura.

"No, that treasure is indeed extraordinary, and it also means that the appearance of the treasure will affect the hearts of many people, letting them focus their attention on the dungeon, and our actions will not be so eye-catching."

"Compared to fire-type treasures, the natural holy objects in the Moonlit Glade are more important to us. We can't wait three years. Now is a good time to set off for the Emerald Dream."

Attilan's eyes widened. He wasn't ready to stand alone yet.

"Isn't it too rushed to leave now! ?"

"Originally, I still needed three years to let you create some events to divert those people's attention, so they wouldn't keep staring at us."

"Who are they?"

Facing Attilan's question, the Bearman said with a smile:

"Have you ever thought about one thing? If we Druids can unite together to form a force that could potentially create a Druid pantheon, then what about people of other professions?"

Attilan suddenly realized that he had been thinking too narrowly before.

"Master, do you mean that the gods are about to lose power, and the current professions all have their own trump cards that can fight against the gods?"

The Bearman shook his head and said:

"It's not all professions, only a few professions such as mages and Druids have the means to contend with the gods. In essence, it's still using gods to fight against gods."

"It is said that the Emerald Dream is a natural sub-plane formed based on the lingering dream of a Druid who failed to become a god, and absorbed a lot of the remaining power of natural gods in the process."

Attilan nodded thoughtfully. If the gods were already outdated, then wouldn't it make him look stupid if he still wanted to become a god?

"This time, I hope you can participate in the treasure hunt with your followers to buy us time to search for natural holy objects. Although your opponents are likely to have old monsters in the Legend realm behind them."

"But if you take action, they won't take action. If you don't take action, they will attack the forest. As long as we don't give up searching for natural holy objects, this day will come sooner or later."