The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Dandelions danced in the sky, landing on the sand and dust west of the oasis. After sensing the environment, Atlan felt the desert seemed unchanged, yet somehow, it had changed a little.

Atlan could only say that the boss was indeed a boss. Even when he took action, Atlan couldn't understand it. If he, as an Ocean Dragon, didn't have an exceptional sense of vitality,

and hadn't noticed the subtle increase in the desert's life force, he might have dismissed the dandelions as just a natural spectacle, like everyone else.

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"Vereesa, stop looking. Have those royal mages agreed to follow your orders and raid the Blue Dragon's camp with us?"

Vereesa gripped her longbow, her expression serious, and said:

"Regardless of their previous status, now that the King has assigned them to my command, they must obey my military orders. Otherwise, they will face military law!"

"The King knows my temper. Even if they escape back to Aerie Peak alive after disobeying orders, I will still capture them and subject them to military law!"

Desertion was naturally a capital offense, and most of the mages dispatched to the army were of mediocre talent. Only a small number of noble scions were there to earn military merits.

This would allow them to better inherit their parents' positions as councilors.

These noble scions were truly difficult to manage. It wasn't just the fear of offending their councilor parents; even those with two councilor parents were nothing in Vereesa's eyes.

The main problem was their poor health and military skills. They lacked the ability to carry out large-scale missions, so their parents arranged for mages to protect them and carry out the tasks.

The military merits would then be credited to the scions. Vereesa initially disagreed, but after Atlan's persuasion, she reluctantly agreed to let these unassigned mages act as substitutes.

The Dwarf King rode his golden griffon and flew to Atlan's side.

"The storm is coming soon. Griffons are not good at fighting in storms. I'll leave five hundred men to defend the camp, and the rest will participate in the battle on foot."

Atlan frowned slightly and said:

"No need. Leave all the griffon riders behind. The storm won't last too long. Let the griffon riders join the battle after the storm ends to cover our retreat."

The Dwarf King laughed heartily.

"No problem, as long as the griffon riders can participate in the battle. Those guys have been clamoring in my ears, and my head is swelling."

The Dwarf King wasn't particularly shrewd, but he had a kind of intuition. Perhaps it was the good fortune that favored simple people, but the Dwarf King keenly sensed that doing business with Atlan was beneficial.

He proactively promoted the meeting of kings, strengthening the depth and breadth of cooperation between the Dwarf Kingdom and Atlantis. Although his actions also allowed Atlan to seize many lifelines of the dwarves,

If things were handled well, father could pass it to son, and son to grandson. It wasn't impossible.

For example, the current Dwarf King succeeded his father as the next Dwarf King because of his father's groundwork. He was simple and not skilled in political maneuvering; combat and cultivation were his strengths.

The eldest princess inherited her cultivation talent from the Dwarf King and her grandfather's political acumen. This was why the Dwarf King believed he could promote his eldest daughter to become the Dwarf Queen.

Of course, influenced by the current Dwarf King, the eldest princess's mind was definitely not as sharp as her grandfather's, but it was much stronger than her father's.

In fact, the eldest princess was reluctant to deeply bind the Dwarf Kingdom with Atlan. Once Atlan's kingdom developed, the Dwarf Kingdom would definitely suffer.

She didn't believe that the dragon's appetite was limited to the current land.

Especially after Atlan showed greed even for the desert land, the mountains where the Dwarf Kingdom was located had a much better environment than the desert, and there were so many strong dwarven laborers who could fight and forge.

She didn't believe Atlan wouldn't covet the Dwarf Kingdom.

Silver Ring and the eldest princess were once classmates, studying under the same dwarven master craftsman. At that time, Silver Ring fell in love with the princess, but the princess looked down on Silver Ring.

There were gaps in their status, position, and strength. Moreover, the eldest princess needed a husband who could help her compete for the throne. She didn't value love much.

Even if Silver Ring was a little handsome, the eldest princess wasn't love-struck at all.

Now, Silver Ring had Atlan's backing. With the Dragon Lord behind him, he had his own career in the Atlantis Kingdom, currently managing an engineering team composed of hundreds of wandering dwarves.

The Dwarf King said that the dwarves once had many countries, but they fell one by one during the Swamp Dragon's eastward expansion. Most dwarves chose to join other dwarven kingdoms to the east.

However, some dwarves chose to rely on other directions, mostly dwarves who went out to work, living by opening blacksmith shops in human cities.

Of course, there were also those who established their own forces, occupying some uninhabited wilderness and forming countries with hundreds of dwarves.

These forces generally collapsed for various reasons, and the dwarves scattered. Atlan recruited dozens of dwarves with the help of the caravans that went to the River Valley Kingdom.

In the Snowpeak Dwarf Kingdom in the west, he also recruited some dwarves who couldn't find work due to overcapacity, responsible for producing agricultural tools, repairing weapons, and building projects.

If their skills were truly good enough, they could find work even in the competitive Dwarf Kingdom. If there was no other way, who would be willing to leave their hometown to work?

When the number of dwarves under Silver Ring exceeded one thousand, the eldest princess would take him seriously. If he had ten thousand dwarves, the eldest princess would definitely keep him in her heart.

If he had one hundred thousand dwarves, the eldest princess would worry that Silver Ring would compete with her for the throne.

"Prepare to depart. I'll draw in moisture and use the wind and rain to cover our tracks, so we can launch a surprise attack on the Blue Dragon's camp."

Atlan soared into the sky. The moisture was already approaching the oasis where they were stationed. To prevent the storm from dropping all the rain in a very short time,

Atlan had to actively interfere with the rain clouds in the sky.

Mainly, if he didn't interfere, the rain clouds wouldn't be able to move another hundred kilometers west and fall on the Blue Dragon and his forces. For the success of this attack, he had to actively push the moisture deep into the desert.

The fully equipped allied forces of the three kingdoms stood solemnly in the oasis, preparing to depart. Everyone's eyes were burning, eager to reap a stunning victory.

Under Atlan's skillful rhetoric, everyone was filled with confidence in the success of this raid. After defeating the Blue Dragon, all three parties could gain what they wanted from the Blue Dragon's territory.

The elves hoped to eliminate the Blue Dragon's claws, so that those dirty, foul-smelling Blue Dragon minions could no longer attack the villages in the western elven lands.

The dwarves would reduce the Blue Dragon, their biggest competitor, and obtain fire treasures to forge weapons to defeat the Frost Giants, greatly increasing the possibility of winning the three-hundred-year war.

After fighting the Frost Giants for more than three hundred years, the dwarves were poor and tired, but to protect their homeland, the war could only continue.

Only by completely eliminating the Frost Giants could the dwarves achieve peace.

Atlan's goal was to eliminate the Blue Dragon. As for the Blue Dragon's minions, if they could be transformed, Atlan planned to take them in. Of course, they would have to start as the lowest-level slaves.

When the desert turned into grassland, they, or their children, could be released as ordinary minions.

As sparse rain fell on the advancing army, it transformed into life energy, nourishing their bodies and allowing them to maintain their best condition during the operation.

By the time the raindrops fell on the largest oasis occupied by the Blue Dragon, they had turned into ordinary rainwater with no supernatural power. However, the water mist became larger and larger, and the Blue Dragon felt that his perception seemed to be limited.

The vigilant Blue Dragon immediately ordered the leader of the Blue Dragonborn beside him:

"Immediately take people to guard the vicinity of the oasis. I'm worried that the Ocean Dragon will use this rain to attack us. The desert hasn't rained for so many years, even if the Fire Orb's restriction is lifted."

"But this rain came too quickly, and I feel uneasy."

"Yes!"

After the Blue Dragonborn leader left, the Blue Dragon thought for a while and came to the underground space to check his arrangements. The only thing that could make him feel at ease now was this underground space.

The Blue Dragon passed through the tunnel and came to this cold, evil interlayer illuminated by blue-white phosphorescence. The ground was covered with cold corpses, their rotting bodies revealing pale bones.

Blue flames symbolizing souls burned in their eye sockets.

In the center of the underground space, a huge magic array flowed with evil black magic, washing over the thousands of corpses, enhancing their strength and combat power.

"It's almost done. Just three more days, and these undead soldiers will be successfully refined. Then, I will make the damned Ocean Dragon pay with his life."

"Using the corpses of dragons to refine bone dragons is a first for me. Such a rare opportunity, I must seize it. With the help of a bone dragon, my status in the clan will be improved."

"I'll see who dares to look down on me!"

The Blue Dragon laughed evilly.

"Such a strong Ocean Dragon, his bones must be very good. It makes me want to get him even more."

At this moment, the Blue Dragon's eyes were full of greed. With this army of ten thousand undead soldiers created using the materials teleported over by the elders of the void, even the combined forces of the dwarves, elves, and Ocean Dragon would not be his opponents.

"Ah hahaha ~"

The Blue Dragon's rampant laughter echoed in the underground space.

Soon, he restrained his laughter and continued to use the remaining bones to create more bone guards.

Creating bone guards was a tedious and painful process. If the Blue Dragon didn't use these expectations to self-soothe, as a noble Blue Dragon, he would have long handed over these tasks to the Blue Dragonborn necromancers under his command.

Necromancers are a profession that Blue Dragon Liches cultivated using their power. Their combat strength isn't strong; their main purpose is assembly line work.

They use the necromantic magic seeds that the Blue Dragon Liches instill in them to help the Liches nurture bone materials and assemble simple bone guardians.

Therefore, necromancers are a cheaper substitute for necromancers. Their professional abilities are also much weaker than necromancers, making them a failed experiment by the Blue Dragon Liches.

Of course, because creating necromancers is convenient and they are a magic-based profession, many Blue Dragons in the clans buy professional seeds from the Lich elders to cultivate subordinates.

There's no shortage of corpses and bones in the lands of that continent. With just a little investment, you can get an army that doesn't tire. Who wouldn't be tempted?

But when the Blue Dragons were creating their undead army, they encountered a tricky problem: the bones that were once readily available in the desert had mostly disappeared!

This led to the Blue Dragons spending a lot of time collecting bones. It's not that the Blue Dragons didn't want to take action, but they really didn't know which poor wretch was even picking up the bones abandoned in the desert.

He really couldn't understand who besides necromancers would need bones.

But the bones were collected, and he didn't hear a peep about it. According to his investigation, the bones seemed to have been bought up by a force in the east with food.

The east is either the Druids' forest or the Elven Kingdom. Both sides reject the manipulation of the undead. He doesn't believe that any necromancers would be so bold.

Unless they were idiots.

Of course, the one buying the bones wasn't an idiot, nor was it anyone else, but Attilan!

With the continuous expansion of arable land, he had to invest some necessary fertilizers to ensure grain production, such as phosphate fertilizer.

The old saying goes that the land where a great battle has taken place will be fertile soil, allowing the seeds sown in the second year to grow strong.

This is the effect of fertilizer!

The most suitable and cheapest fertilizer that Attilan could think of was the bones that he saw randomly discarded in the dust when he patrolled the desert in the sky.

Through some tribes that lived in the desert for many years, Attilan collected a large number of bones by only paying a small amount of food. And when these tribes worked for Attilan, they were naturally attracted by the good days of being able to eat their fill every day, thanks to the subordinates who had defected to Attilan.

It was because of this that the tribes that once belonged to the Blue Dragons ran to defect to Attilan, and he only got sporadic news that the bones were being bought by a force in the east, but he didn't know who was buying them specifically.

Just as the Blue Dragon was immersed in the beautiful dream of slaughtering Attilan and them after the undead army was formed, the ground suddenly shook violently, and the roar of explosions reached the Blue Dragon's ears.

"Who's casting magic!"

The Blue Dragon's expression suddenly changed. The Blue Dragon Warlock under his command couldn't create a magic explosion of this power. Could it be that the damned Ocean Dragon had really brought people to kill him?

The Blue Dragon immediately mobilized all the bone guardians in the magic circle that could move at the fastest speed.

"Even if the bone guardians haven't been completely refined, they are still the strongest army on this land!"

When the Blue Dragon arrogantly controlled the undead army to come to the surface, he happened to see the Blue Dragon leader leading a few defeated soldiers, fleeing back in a panic.

The Blue Dragon immediately glared at him and roared:

"You dare to come back? The Ocean Dragon has already reached your doorstep, and you haven't been able to give any warning. Don't say that you can't be the leader of this Blue Dragon Legion anymore, I think you don't even want your life!"

The Blue Dragon leader said with a mournful face:

"Dragon Lord, it's not that your subordinate didn't work hard, it's just that the enemy is too cunning. They can actually move silently in the mist formed by rainwater. Many of my brothers were killed by their stalkers' silent assassination techniques."

Since the desert environment changed and it started to rain, Attilan knew that the Fishmen had a role to play in this land.

Mist Concealment and Silent Assassination are very classic tactics suitable for Fishman Rogues. Attilan just helped transport them to his Fishman Rogue troops.

Of course, as an Ocean Dragon with an affinity for the water element, Attilan can naturally quickly master Mist Concealment. Of course, Silent Assassination requires a little practice.

Attilan's greatest advantage is that he is not ashamed to ask questions. His huge body now wants to use Silent Assassination, which requires very precise control of the body.

Especially the pace, it needs to minimize the disturbance to the airflow, to achieve true silence. Attilan needs to learn from others and absorb the advantages from the pace skills of Rogues, Rangers, and Monks.

Attilan values Mist Concealment and Silent Assassination not for their close combat assassination ability, but for their effect of hiding traces. He wants to perfectly hide his form and let the enemy be killed by his spells with fear in the white mist.

The mist in the Blue Dragon Oasis is getting thicker and thicker, and the raindrops falling from the sky are decreasing, but the Blue Dragon feels a chill in his back.

The Blue Dragon leader said somewhat frantically:

"Dragon Lord, I took two thousand people out, including more than a hundred Blue Dragons, but everyone was silently dispersed by the white mist, and in the end, we only heard screams, and they were all dead!"

The mist occasionally outlines the shapes of giants and phantoms, making the Blue Dragon's subordinates tremble.

A Kobold couldn't suppress the fear in his heart and cried out in horror:

"It's the brothers who were deceived by the Dragon Lord and killed underground. They're back to take revenge on us!"

The Blue Dragon directly breathed a bolt of lightning, burning the Kobold and more than a dozen Kobolds around him to charcoal.

"Anyone who dares to talk nonsense and disturb the morale of the army will end up like him. I have an undead army in hand, even if they really come back, they will just die again!"

What's more, the subordinates he killed can't come back at all.

Their bones have become bone guardians, so can their souls escape?

Some souls with a little talent were contaminated by negative energy and became Banshees, and most of the rest became resources to nourish the bones.

There's no way, too few bones were collected, and there was no way to use bones to nourish bones to improve the quality, so they could only be killed and used now.

"Ocean Dragon, get out here! I know these mists are your tricks, don't think that you can defeat me with these little tricks!"

Attilan didn't respond to him, but released a series of ice cones from the sky.

The Blue Dragon easily avoided the ice cones and returned a necromantic magic ball to Attilan in the direction the ice cones were shot from.

"Got you!"

However, the magic ball exploded in the sky, but the Blue Dragon didn't see Attilan's figure.

"I didn't expect that you, as a Blue Dragon, didn't study arcane magic properly, but chose to study necromancy. You're really wasting your talent. Do you want to be a Lich so much?"

"Do you still have the dignity of a dragon like this?"

Towards the direction the voice came from, the Blue Dragon released another necromantic magic ball, which exploded the water mist, but still didn't find Attilan's figure.

The Blue Dragon's face was a little distorted.

"You actually mastered the ability to cast spells remotely, that's impossible! Even I..."

"Even you haven't mastered such superb skills, right?"

Attilan hid in the army, looking wretchedly at the Blue Dragon flying around in the sky like a headless fly, being led by the nose by the magic fluctuations he released.

"I used to think highly of you, but I didn't expect you to be so trash. If I had known, I would have come to beat you up sooner. It's a waste to give you such a big territory."

The Blue Dragon was furious.

"Don't think that I have no way to deal with you with the water mist covering you!"

The Blue Dragon took out a dark crystal stone, and all the living beings present felt a throbbing in their hearts, as if they saw something extremely disgusting, especially Attilan, the life druid.

"No wonder Druids and Necromancers are mortal enemies. This twisted feeling of dead life being forcibly awakened is indeed extremely disgusting."

The Dwarf King's expression changed, and he asked anxiously:

"Dragon Lord, this undead army doesn't look easy to deal with. Won't we have to kill a lot of people to take down the Blue Dragon?"

Attilan smiled contemptuously.

"No need, I now understand why Master made me plant dandelions. It turns out it was prepared for these undead."

And the School of Life naturally has means to counter the manipulation of the undead.

Druids don't care how long you can live, but you can't pull up the dead life again. If you die, just stay in the soil honestly, don't think about crawling up to live again.

"No need to worry, I have preparations to deal with the undead."

The elf suddenly widened his eyes in surprise.

"As expected of the Dragon Lord, he even calculated the undead."

The corners of Attilan's mouth twitched. He does plan more comprehensively, but it doesn't mean that he is omniscient. How could he have thought of something like an undead sea?

There was no intelligence in this regard beforehand, and the last time we met, there was no trace of necromantic magic on the Blue Dragon's body.

"Why don't you speak anymore, are you afraid of my undead army when you see it!"

The necromantic magic stone that the Blue Dragon took out enhanced the undead's perception, and they keenly discovered the life and magic aura covered by the water mist, and rushed madly towards the allied forces' phalanx.

"Prepare to engage the enemy!"

At this time, Attilan also took out a crystal clear bead exuding a strong life aura. As Attilan moved, purple dandelion flowers quickly grew in the oasis.

The originally menacing bone guardians instantly turned into docile little lambs.

The hard bones were also easily smashed by the un-enchanted battle axes in the hands of the Minotaurs.

Feeling that the controlled undead suddenly became weak and unbearable, and their numbers were rapidly decreasing, the Blue Dragon shouted in panic:

"This is impossible! What did you do, why were my undead suddenly weakened?"

The Dwarf King and the Elf General were both preparing to go to the front line in person, but they were stunned by this sudden change, and looked at Attilan in astonishment, waiting for his explanation.

Attilan smiled gleefully.

"It's dandelions, I added dandelions."