The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

The barmaid and the elf walked back to the camp hand in hand, but Attilan began to worry about the news the barmaid brought. If he diverted water westward from the Southwest River, which he was expanding, the length of the river would exceed four hundred kilometers.

The water-repelling barrier created by the Flame Treasure dissipated. According to Attilan's estimation, the water flow of the Southwest River would increase and could naturally flow to the grassland.

This section of the river is only a few dozen kilometers long.

Due to the terrain, the river could not be a straight line. Moreover, a winding river would better nourish the vegetation on both banks, which would be conducive to the environmental modification of the desert.

The straight-line distance from the grassland to the oasis was only over a hundred kilometers, but their marching distance was nearly three hundred kilometers. People can walk where water cannot necessarily flow.

Four hundred kilometers was just Attilan's rough calculation. The approximate impact range of the river and rainfall was 200,000 square kilometers.

Attilan didn't understand why Old Deng would let him build this green belt at this critical moment of multi-party melee. Wasn't he afraid that he would be absent from the battlefield at a critical moment, causing the treasure to be taken away by the blue dragon?

Oh right, Old Deng was not interested in the treasure. Expanding the influence of the druids was a better smokescreen for the bear people. Compared with the short-term benefits of the Infernal Dragon Soul, the druids valued the millions of square kilometers of green land after the desert transformation more.

Such a large green space could provide enough natural magic to support a legendary druid.

Of course, advancing to legend definitely couldn't be done just with resources. Otherwise, the Old Urchin wouldn't still be unable to break through even now, and he had even started to slack off.

Although acting as the High Priest of Mantou God made the Old Urchin go crazy, he also got the opportunity to break through to legend. Some time ago, the Old Urchin held another ritual to worship Mantou God.

He converted the power of faith of Mantou God accumulated this year, and then, unsurprisingly, he went crazy again. Even though he had prepared himself mentally in advance, he was still almost reduced to a joke spread by everyone.

Because of being eroded by the power of faith, the Old Urchin actually developed the wrong perception and regarded himself as an old mantou, vigilantly looking at everyone he encountered after returning.

He was afraid that someone would eat him.

Especially the Leopard Woman, who happened to be eating a cage of freshly steamed honey mantou. In the eyes of the Old Urchin, that was eating his companion, and fear made him flee.

He even forgot that he was a Great Druid. If the Leopard Woman fought him, she would not be a match for the Old Urchin at all.

Speaking of the Leopard Woman, Attilan curiously turned his head and asked:

"Barmaid, you are so interested in Valesa, how could the Leopard Woman not come?"

"She hasn't had a drop of wine for half a month. You should also know how tormenting this is for Sandrine."

Tsk tsk tsk, Attilan was a little unbalanced in his heart, but now after hearing about the Leopard Woman's experience, his mood instantly became cheerful.

"That's good, young people should exercise more, so what is her task?"

The barmaid raised her eyebrows and took out a bag of seeds from the dimensional bag.

"Master Jaina gave her these dandelion seeds and asked her to plant them within three months in all the land controlled by your kingdom between the grassland and the forest."

Attilan frowned slightly and asked suspiciously:

"Dandelion? What special effect does this dandelion have? It needs to be planted in such a large area, but if dandelion is very important, why did Master let the Leopard Woman do this alone?"

The barmaid shrugged and shook her head with a smile.

"I don't know either. If you want to know, you can fly back and ask the Master yourself. She asked me to bring the seeds to you, hoping you would plant them in the oasis where you are stationed."

"What is the specific effect of dandelion? You will know when it grows. The Master's thinking is definitely more profound than ours. Dandelion should be our druid's trump card in this battle!"

The corners of Attilan's mouth twitched. He had never thought that dandelion, which would be scattered by the wind, could be regarded as a trump card?

What can dandelion do? Make the enemy allergic to pollen and die?

Forget it, since it was Vine Woman's task, he could only carry it out.

Although they were seeds, Attilan could feel the pure fairy magic contained in the seeds after taking the bag. It had a captivating charm, which was indeed Vine Woman's style.

"I thought the seeds sent would be rose seeds, but it turned out to be dandelion."

After returning to the camp, Attilan announced that a banquet would be held tonight. Tomorrow, he would transfer five hundred tauren and centaurs each to plant trees. Today, let them have fun first.

To plant trees and afforest in the desert, even if Attilan solved the most important water source problem, the difficulties waiting for the centaurs and tauren were still countless.

"I remember that from the first day of stationing in the oasis, I ordered all the soldiers to collect the seeds of plants in the desert, whether from the oasis or directly growing in the sand."

"How much has been collected now?"

Faced with Attilan's sudden question, Old Blind Eye was a little speechless. He was Attilan's military advisor. How could he know about this kind of logistics problem, and the most basic one?

"Dragon Lord, maybe you should ask the halflings. I think this is their responsibility."

Attilan continued without any embarrassment:

"That's right, what I mean is to ask you to call the halflings over for me."

Old Blind Eye knew that Attilan was talking nonsense, but who made him a subordinate, and a subordinate with only one eye left. Faced with a leader who was talking nonsense, he could only open one eye and close the other.

"Okay, Dragon Lord."

The head chef of the army was the first halfling to set foot in Greenscale Town. After seeing the welfare and treatment of the fishmen in Greenscale Town, he decisively chose to stay and work for Attilan.

In this year, he had become an outstanding young man in the halfling town by flaunting the high-grade soy sauce, dyed silk and other valuable items bestowed by Attilan.

He attracted hundreds of young men who couldn't restrain their inner restlessness to run to Greenscale Town to seek refuge with Attilan. Of course, most halflings eventually chose to become chefs, musicians, agricultural officials, commercial officials and other administrative and logistics positions.

Only a very few, that is, two people, passed the test and became a glorious scout.

Although the halflings' soles have fluff, which allows them to walk silently on the ground barefoot, not everyone has the fearless courage to become an assassin dancing on the tip of a knife and in the shadows.

The reason why so many halflings were willing to serve was not only because of the first halfling, but also because of the propaganda of the Fang Brothers. Compared with the material rewards brought back by the adventurers,

The spiritual honor of the Fang Brothers was more sought after by the halflings.

The spiritual honor of the two brothers came from their height, which had already exceeded 1.2 meters.

This height is definitely a tall figure for halflings!

Everyone has a habit of emphasizing what they lack, so a five-foot-ten halfling can become a legendary figure passed down through generations of halflings, a hero!

The two brothers grew taller because they mastered Titan Transformation, but the real reason they gained a fraction of a centimeter in height with each transformation was the life crystal from Attilan.

Titan Transformation is like an engine, and the life crystal is like gasoline. Without gasoline, the engine is useless.

The Fang brothers tried it, and only Attilan's Dragon Magic could make their bodies grow taller. Other energies weren't pure enough. If they could increase their Druid level and make their magic purer and more condensed, it should have the same effect.

For example, Tai Shan's height is about to break through six and a half feet from his original five-foot-ten as the power of the Life Angel within him slowly increases. The Life Starlight Titan Angel Refinement Technique he cultivates is more advanced than Titan Transformation.

Besides, whether it's a Star Realm Angel or a Titan, who would be a small fry of only six to ten feet tall?

Even when dwarves use Divine Descent, their bodies will expand into ten-foot-tall gray-white rock bodies under the influence of earth elements. Of course, it's not entirely rock, but more like an energy state of half flesh and half rock.

In short, Divine Descent is more complicated than Attilan expected, so much so that Silver Ring, with Attilan's help, has been practicing for so long, and his Divine Descent is still only a prototype.

Even if Silver Ring mastered Divine Descent, Attilan wouldn't be able to start his plan to蚕食 the dwarf kingdom so quickly. He would still find a suitable reason to fool Silver Ring.

Fortunately, Silver Ring has some talent. Attilan is more worried about him not being able to develop this ability at all than him quickly mastering Divine Descent.

If that's the case, Attilan would have to use more brainpower to promote him as a puppet dwarf king. After all, Silver Ring's image in the eyes of the dwarves is very poor.

Dwarves hate liars, and Silver Ring is a well-known liar.

Only Divine Descent can reverse his image in the eyes of the dwarves.

Of course, Attilan has also prepared a prodigal son returns script for him, planning to let him return to the dwarf kingdom to start building his persona after this battle is over.

Such a big plan like usurping a country will definitely take a long time. Fortunately, dwarves can live for four hundred years, and Silver Ring is just over two hundred years old. Even if it takes fifty years to ascend to the throne,

he can sit on the throne for at least fifty years.

Of course, Silver Ring needs to solve another important problem: getting married!

Any king needs an heir, which will increase the people's confidence in the orderly succession of the throne.

Like this silly dwarf king who trusts Attilan, he has this kind of trouble with heirs. It's not that he's infertile. He has children, but he has given birth to seven daughters in a row.

He's already numb and has completely given up hope of having a son.

He's prepared to let his daughter, who has mastered Divine Descent, take over the throne and become queen.

And Attilan's plan is to let Silver Ring marry the eldest princess!

There's no other way, only the eldest princess is an adult. The age gap between the other princesses and Silver Ring is too big. It's not just an old cow eating young grass. If this gets out, Silver Ring will definitely be dragged out and beaten by angry dwarf countrymen.

They wouldn't let him go until all his ribs were broken.

Silver Ring needs to first turn back from his prodigal ways, and then increase the eldest princess's affection for him. Of course, it's also okay if these two things can be done together, but Attilan doesn't think Silver Ring has such powerful rhetoric.

Don't say that dwarves don't care about the appearance of their other half. The eldest princess is a simp for pretty faces. Fortunately, Silver Ring's foundation isn't too bad, so it won't come to the point where Attilan has to use Life Control to give him plastic surgery.

Of course, it's a minor adjustment. It still looks roughly like Silver Ring.

Even without plastic surgery, Attilan still needs to take action to transform Silver Ring's image. There's no other way. As the Dragon Lord, he still needs to do this kind of trivial thing. It's just that there's no talent for image management within the kingdom.

Among the Druids, the Flower Women and Wine Women are more skilled, and then there's Spider Woman Eveleigh, whose image management is the most outstanding.

Her cold and scary exterior is all an act.

The bag of dandelion seeds sent by the Flower Woman was more than Attilan expected.

A pocket only the size of two human fists was actually filled with tens of thousands of seeds, and the color of the seeds was purple, and you could faintly see some light.

In just three days, Attilan planted these seeds in the oasis and specially used Rain of Blessing to irrigate the seeds.

The seeds were also very promising. They sprouted from the soil in just three days, and purple flowers bloomed in a week.

This was the first time Attilan had seen purple dandelion flowers. They were usually yellow.

Clearly only ten thousand seeds were planted, but after Attilan carefully checked, he found that the number of flowers even exceeded thirty thousand.

"What's going on? Can one seed grow three dandelion plants?"

Attilan shook his head and didn't pay attention to the dandelion problem. He had a premonition that there would be a storm coming from the east in three days.

Originally, he was a little anxious that the blue dragon hadn't moved at all after waiting for a month, but in order to stabilize the morale of the army, he made the move of planting trees and greening the desert to stabilize the morale of the army.

But another half month is about to pass, and the blue dragon's time to hold back its big move is a bit too long. Under the influence of those mages who almost wet their pants when they went back to the Water Sprite Kingdom, the blue dragon has become an invincible opponent.

Once the blue dragon gets the treasure, it will definitely attack the wealthiest Water Sprite Kingdom nearby.

The wealth of Ningfeng Port, even if Attilan's dependents farmed for a lifetime and the dwarves forged iron for a lifetime, wouldn't add up to as much as Ningfeng Port.

The surrounding areas are all poor ghosts, and they are still hard bones to gnaw on, except for Ningfeng Port.

Strictly speaking, other areas of the Water Sprite Kingdom are also poor ghosts.

So, under the deputy general's insistence, the king finally sent out his three hundred mages. Originally, there were five hundred, but under the propaganda of the mages who wet their pants, some people became ill.

With three hundred brave mages and the storm weather, Attilan decided to test the blue dragon's foundation.

In the storm weather, he can fight this adult blue dragon.

However, three days later, he waited not only for the storm, but also for the purple dandelions flying all over the sky.

Originally, the desert, which was about to rain and had always been a clear blue sky, became a little gloomy, and as soon as these dandelions appeared, the sky instantly darkened.

It even faintly turned purple.

Attilan knew that these sky-covering dandelions were the work of the Vine Woman!