The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

These fire gnomes were complete lunatics. They appeared last, and without even assessing the battlefield, they unhesitatingly hurled bombs at everyone present.

They completely disregarded any potential allies among the four armies, including Attilan's, and attacked everyone as enemies. You have to admit, such decisive attacks stunned everyone.

The dwarf iron guards' shields emanated an earth-yellow light, relying on the shields' enchantments for linked defense. They managed to withstand the first wave of the fire gnomes' attacks.

Even so, many dwarves were blown off their feet. If their enchanted armor hadn't possessed sufficient resistance to magical energy, the fire gnomes' fiery bombs would have sent them to meet their dwarven gods.

Dwarves aren't skilled at using direct magic; they're better at imbuing magical energy into metal. Therefore, their attacks are physical attacks with magical damage.

At the same time, they have good resistance to magic. Dwarves can resist weak magic with their bodies, hardened by mining and training. Wearing magical armor, they become a true iron wall.

Attilan was preparing to heal the dying dwarves, but after being blown away, the dwarves shook their heads and stood up again.

Attilan wasn't one to just take a beating. He immediately ordered his men to fire arrows in retaliation, but all the arrows were blocked by the flame shields that appeared on the fire gnomes' bodies.

The dwarf king's eyes lit up at the sight of the magic shields.

"Ram riders, prepare storm axes to break through the fire gnomes' shields!"

Attilan immediately stopped the dwarf king.

The blue dragonkin under the blue dragons' command directly dispatched over a hundred towering blue dragonkin, each two to three meters tall, who spewed lightning breath, detonating the fiery bombs in advance.

After comparing the four armies, Attilan awkwardly discovered that his army was the weakest because his army had too few magic-wielding classes.

There were only a few shamans, led by Saar, who communicated with the four elements. Traditional mages, priests, warlocks, and the like were extremely rare.

There was no way around it. The difficulty of nurturing a magic-wielding class, compared to warriors, required five to ten times the time and resources, especially for the old fishmen and some tribal shamans who were naturally inspired to become shamans.

Attilan concentrated them together, allowing them to select those among the kingdom's citizens who could stir the elements while performing the totem war dance to take up the position, and that was how a small number, less than a hundred, of elemental shamans were born.

In addition, Attilan also provided seadragon magic to guide some shamans with outstanding spellcasting abilities to become more orthodox warlock spellcasters, but of course, the number was extremely limited, after all, Attilan's magic wasn't something he could freely provide to others.

Out of 30,000 citizens, only four people received this honor: Old Fishman, Centaur Old Blindeye, Tauren Black Bull, and Lizardman Chief.

Even Saar, whom Attilan had always favored and favored, didn't get the chance.

Old Fishman was chosen because he was excellent. Although his ability to develop the tribe was indeed slightly lacking, he was an excellent elder in uniting people's hearts and raising offspring.

Moreover, his talent in the warlock class was also decent. Attilan needed him to help twist the fishmen from all over the world into one rope!

After infusing Attilan's seadragon magic, Old Fishman's lifespan could be strengthened to a certain extent, allowing his old fishman body to support him for another three to five years.

To allow Saar to grow up and take over his class.

Old Blindeye was a warrior, but after learning the wind and fire totem war dances, he showed good elemental affinity. As he got older and couldn't go to the battlefield anymore, Old Blindeye studied shamanism on his own according to the shaman training manual Attilan obtained from Blooddye in order to better assist Attilan in managing the kingdom.

Black Bull's goal had always been to become a magic-wielding leader among the tauren. He diligently studied shaman knowledge and managed Rainforest Town very well.

Including the Lizardman Chief, he was originally a shaman. In addition to his intelligent mind, the shaman class was also the foundation of his leadership of the tribe.

Attilan chose the four of them in order to better manage his subordinates. The bravery shown by the warrior class can indeed gain everyone's respect, but the natural power shown by the magic class can make everyone believe even more.

Especially warlocks with the seadragon as their bloodline origin, their healing abilities can make everyone believe even more. Who doesn't want to have an excellent doctor by their side?

They were already good leaders, and after becoming warlocks, they were even more likely to be supported by everyone. The best thing was that their power originated from Attilan, and Attilan could easily control them.

There was basically no need to worry about the risk of them rebelling, because this time it was the centaurs and tauren who were leading the expedition, and Old Blindeye strongly requested to follow the army.

Black Bull was originally supposed to follow the army, but Black Bull was forced to stay in the grassland to organize the centaurs and tauren to guard the grain route.

Even if he was forced to change his career to shaman and warlock, Old Blindeye's goal was to maintain his combat power when he got old. When he was young, Old Blindeye could summon wind elements.

But at that time, he admired the collision between cold weapons like Chasing Wind does now, and liked to experience the taste of blood and killing at close range. The shaman class had always been low.

But he never stopped the shaman's cultivation. After all, the wind could make the centaur's charge faster and more lethal. The wind element shaman class was the reason why Old Blindeye was able to stand out under the swamp dragon.

Old Centaur is Old Blindeye's cousin, and he can become an excellent druid, Old Blindeye's magic talent will naturally not be too bad.

Although it was the dwarf king who took the initiative to attack, hoping to obtain this powerful fire-type treasure to help their dwarves suppress the frost giants on the snow mountain.

But as the situation evolved into the current melee, the dwarf king's single-threaded brain had become confused, and he was not sure who to regard as the target of the attack.

"Dragon Lord, who do you think we should fight?"

Not to mention the dwarf king, even Attilan was a little unsure who to fight.

"Don't worry, let's watch again. Anyway, our defense is the strongest, and we can still hold on, so don't be the first bird to be shot."

Here is underground, the dwarves can gain strength by standing on the ground, holding shields to build an earth-yellow defense line, the fire gnomes' attacks can't get in at all.

And there are the centaurs under Attilan. The arrows just now were purely physical attacks, but now it's different. After sensing the wind or fire elements through the totem war dance.

Compared to the bow warriors of a year or two ago, the current centaurs already have a bit of a ranger feel.

Although the highest ranger can only cast fifth-circle spells, the ranger is also a magic-martial dual cultivation class, which can alleviate the shortage of magic classes under Attilan.

When it comes to cultivating rangers, Old Centaur's tribe is professional. Other centaur tribes are all warriors and barbarians, with at most two shamans. In his tribe, they are either rangers or druids.

Only those centaurs who cannot become these two classes will choose to become warriors. Of course, their main weapon is still bows and arrows. The number of people in the tribe is not large, but they are all elites through cultivation.

Old Blindeye has many children, and eliminates the weak through cruel battles, and what remains is naturally the elite.

Old Centaur and Old Blindeye adopted completely different strategies, and Attilan found it difficult to tell who was right and who was wrong, and could only leave it to time to prove it.

Currently, under the command of Old Blindeye, the centaurs use arrows with wind elements to shoot at the fire gnomes' spells. The wind elements disrupt the spells and detonate them in advance, and can even shoot at the fire gnomes' flame shields when energy fluctuations occur.

Let the arrows penetrate the shield and hit the frenzied fire gnomes.

The flames seem to have penetrated their brains, making the gnomes, who should have been full of wisdom, become reckless and stupid, but the gnomes' magic craftsmanship, gnome technology, they still inherited it very well.

It's just that the technology is all focused on weapons.

What Attilan didn't expect was that the fire gnomes actually used aircraft in the underground space to drop bombs on them from the air, which made the dwarves' defense line a bit unsustainable.

Attilan could only cast spells to gather water vapor in the sky above the army, creating a cloud to interfere with the fire gnomes' flight. The fire gnomes' aircraft also seemed to be products created using the power of fire-type treasures.

It's very useful in other aspects, the only drawback is that it can't get wet.

After the fire-attribute treasure was unearthed, Attilan discovered that the invisible barrier that originally existed in the desert began to dissipate. The water vapor, which was originally difficult to retain in the desert area, gradually drifted from the east with the blowing wind.

Otherwise, relying solely on Attilan's magic to create clouds covering eight thousand troops would exhaust him to death.

“Let Old Blind Eye come over, stop attacking the fire gnomes.”

His arrows were the most cunning, killing five fire gnomes in a row, which then triggered the fire gnomes' air force to sortie.

Attilan looked at Old Blind Eye, who appeared before him, clearly somewhat tired, but unable to hide his joy.

“Old Blind Eye, what do you think of the current situation? Who should we fight?”

Without even thinking, Old Blind Eye pointed towards the blue dragon's camp.

“Fight the blue dragon. The power displayed by the fire gnomes is much weaker than the information we collected. I think it may be that the treasure restrained its energy. Losing the treasure's energy blessing, the fire gnomes have begun to decline.”

“I have observed the combat effectiveness of our armies and found that the most capable fighters should be the blue dragonkin corps under the blue dragon. They are not ordinary tribes.”

“I once saw the swamp dragonkin corps cultivated by the swamp wyvern. The fighting power of those dragonkin is similar to these blue dragonkin. It is impossible for a single adult blue dragon to cultivate them.”

Attilan nodded knowingly.

“Indeed, there is a stronger force behind the blue dragon. Dwarven King, do you know where on the continent there is a blue dragon clan capable of cultivating blue dragonkin of this level?”

The Dwarven King shook his head and said:

“The strongest dragon force on this continent is the swamp wyvern Cerastes. If this blue dragon is not the type without parents to care for it, then it should have come from another continent.”

Attilan perked up.

“Another continent? Dwarven King, do you know if there are other continents in this material plane?”

The Dwarven King shook his head again and said:

“Legend has it that we dwarves migrated from a destroyed continent in the east, landing on the easternmost side of this continent, and gradually splitting into dwarf kingdoms of various sizes during the westward migration process.”

Attilan understood what the Dwarven King meant: whenever a place with ore was discovered, a branch of dwarves would be left behind to occupy the territory.

“So, how many dwarf kingdoms are left on the continent now?”

The Dwarven King smiled awkwardly.

“Originally there were seven kingdoms, but due to various reasons, now only we and the dwarf kingdom in the east remain.”

“So, your homeland, that continent, has it sunk, or did some kind of irresistible disaster occur, forcing everyone to abandon the continent and flee?”

The Dwarven King frowned and thought.

“I'm not sure about that. I only heard this story when I took over as the Dwarven King. The specific details may need to be asked of the scholars who manage the records.”

Don't think that dwarves seem very rugged, but dwarves also have scholars who record their history. Even if the records are very rough, they still carve major events on iron plates as records.

“Alright, after this war is over, we will go back and learn more about this matter.”

The Dwarven King asked curiously:

“Dragon Lord, why are you suddenly interested in that continent? Even if that continent has sunk, you can't possibly be planning to cross the ocean to occupy the land of that continent, right?”

Attilan smiled and said:

“It's not necessarily to occupy it. Perhaps before we go there, the disaster on that continent that caused your dwarves to migrate will cross the sea and chase after us.”

The Dwarven King gasped.

“Wouldn't that mean we would have to continue migrating to the continent in the west?”

“There is a continent to the west? ? !”

“Of course, our dwarves' magical weapons were once sold throughout the world via magical ships. We know that there are three main continents in this world.”

“The one we are on now is the largest continent, inhabited by the most races. In addition to the continents, there are also some archipelagos, such as the Chromatic Isles and the Metallic Isles, where dragons reside.”

Attilan's mouth twitched. As expected, there were only chromatic dragons and metallic dragons. His elemental dragons simply didn't have the chance to occupy an archipelago.

Now there is a swamp wyvern, Cerastes. If he really succeeds, this continent might become an elemental archipelago suitable for elemental dragons to live in.

Attilan's eyes were filled with joy. He didn't expect to get so much information about other continents from the Dwarven King.

Attilan was certain that the bearfolk had been to the other two continents, but the bearfolk wouldn't tell him anything, not even the distribution of power on this continent.

The only thing willing to tell him, without the slightest hesitation, was druidic knowledge.

The old codger just wanted him to focus all his energy on druidic cultivation. Even ruling the entire planet would not compare to achieving the quasi-divine power of a Tier 0 divine force powerhouse.

This is a world where great power belongs to the individual. Gathering the power of the masses is what should be done in an ordinary world. In a transcendent world, an ancient dragon can easily mow down a hundred thousand troops.

The premise is that there are no four or six legendary figures jumping out to stop him.

But legendary powerhouses are also representatives of great power belonging to the individual.

The role of the army is reflected in their current situation, where there is not a single legendary powerhouse.

Because of Attilan's orders, the dwarves, centaurs, and minotaur coalition, which had adopted a defensive posture, were underestimated by the blue dragon and fire gnomes. They gradually deployed the troops guarding against Attilan and the Dwarven King into the battle between the two sides.

As for the army of the water elf kingdom, they were indeed worthy of being a country with a magical fleet. The army's specialty was indeed slacking off. Their presence in this battle was even lower than Attilan's.

Attilan narrowed his eyes and looked at the elves.

“Dwarven King, why do you think these elves ran to the desert? They only sent so few people, and their fighting enthusiasm doesn't seem high, as if they just want to know who gets the treasure first.”

“Should we send a few people over to ask?”

The Dwarven King nodded in agreement.

“Yes, let the bighorn sheep knights go.”

“Old Blind Eye, don't think about going to the front line to attack the fire gnomes. Lead the team yourself and go ask the elves what they want. Be careful not to be killed by the elves' magic.”

Old Blind Eye went with a smile, leading a few centaurs and dwarven bighorn sheep knights.

The Dwarven King looked at their backs and said:

“Actually, when it comes to understanding other continents, the water elf kingdom must know the most. The only one on this continent with the ability to communicate with other continents should be them.”

Originally, the dwarves and human kingdoms in the east could also do it, but their national power was dragged down by the swamp wyvern, and they could no longer maintain the huge expenses of the ocean-going fleet.

The blue dragon also saw the messengers sent by Attilan, but the blue dragon didn't care at all.

Instead, the blue dragonkin legion leader beside him hesitated for a moment and said:

“Dragon Lord, if the ocean wyvern, dwarves, and elves unite, I'm afraid it will affect our acquisition of the treasure. Should we prevent them from communicating?”

The blue dragon arrogantly snorted.

“Are you looking down on me, or are you looking down on the Great Elder? These thousand blue dragonkin magic warriors personally cultivated by the Great Elder, can't they deal with the declining dwarves and the ocean wyvern who just formed a kingdom not long ago?”

“My ten thousand familiars, although their strength is not too strong, after receiving my magical energy enhancement, they are all qualified cannon fodder. You just need to remember one thing.”

“You must get the treasure. Even if these familiars die, or even the blue dragonkin under your command die, it doesn't matter. But if you don't get the treasure, even if you all leave the underground city alive.”

“Tell me, can you really live? The angry Great Elder will tear you apart, even tear me apart! So, this operation, only success is allowed, failure is not allowed!”

“I have been in this desert for almost a hundred years. I don't want to stay for another hundred years. I want to go home. This place makes me feel very uncomfortable.”

As a blue dragon who grew up in the clan, leaving the clan and living alone always makes the blue dragon Akiel feel very insecure.

Fortunately, the Great Elder's arrangements have all been realized, allowing him to successfully enter the underground city. But what he didn't expect was that the druids didn't know when they had cultivated an ocean wyvern druid.

They even sent him out to compete for the fire-attribute treasure. It seems that he needs to contact the Great Elder to explain the situation. The druids, dwarves, and even elves have sent troops.

The blue dragon also felt that it might not be so smooth.

“Go kill the messengers.”

The blue dragonkin leader was stunned for a moment.

“Yes!”