The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

In the rain that fell from the sky, each drop was like a heavy water arrow, preventing Deathclaw from maintaining flight and forcing him to land on the ground to continue fighting Thunder Roar.

Clearly an energy field constructed of rainwater, the blue dragon lich Deathclaw seemed to be trapped in an inescapable mire, unable to continue flying and with his movements on the ground becoming sluggish.

Seeing how the Swamp Dragon Sesthesis utilized the water elemental energy field, Attilan deeply understood the meaning of learning by example simply by observing the energy flow on the surface of the dragon's body.

Although the Bearman had taught Attilan a great deal of Druidic knowledge, which had helped him develop the Ocean Dragon bloodline from another perspective, Attilan had to admit that when it came to developing the Ocean Dragon bloodline.

It was still best to observe the bloodline development of close relatives and elders; if he could receive guidance from his elders, the speed of his progress would be rapid.

In fact, the Ocean Dragon's inherited memories contained systematic dragon spells, spells with characteristics of dragons that not only dragons could learn, but also ordinary mages and warlocks could learn if they obtained the corresponding knowledge.

Because these were universal spells, the difficulty of learning them was increased.

Unlike the Sea Dragon Water Shield that Attilan had initially mastered, a unique spell adapted to the Ocean Dragon bloodline, other magic professions would find it extremely difficult to learn.

On the contrary, Attilan easily got the hang of it.

The Swamp Dragon's skill in using this Sea Dragon Water Shield was far superior to Attilan's; relying on the water elemental energy field, he could create a Sea Dragon Water Shield at any time in the pouring rain.

If needed, Attilan felt that he could easily create a complete water shield large enough to accommodate his hundred-meter-long body with a breath; Attilan really wanted to ask the Swamp Dragon for advice on this technique.

Mainly because Sesthesis was clearly a Swamp Dragon, but Attilan felt that other than the color of his dragon scales still being somewhat related to the Swamp Dragon, his essence was not much different from an Ocean Dragon.

Deathclaw's scarlet bone claws, entwined with dark and evil necromantic energy, attacked the Swamp Dragon but were blocked by the Sea Dragon Water Shield, with the icy tide constantly eroding Deathclaw's body.

Attilan, watching from afar outside Luzhou, felt that Deathclaw's body seemed to be slightly swollen, as if it had been soaked in rainwater.

Deathclaw was sent flying by the Bearman's punch in a sorry state, tumbling a kilometer or two in the oasis, covered in mud, and roared with resentment:

"Swamp Dragon, what grudge do you have against me that makes it worth running from thousands of miles away to interfere in the battle between me and the Bearman!"

The Swamp Dragon's voice was filled with the pleasure of revenge and endless hatred for Deathclaw.

"You should have forgotten that seven hundred and forty-three years ago, in order to obtain the body of an Ocean Dragon to enhance the power of your body, you were in an unnamed lake in the center of this continent, this world."

"You cruelly murdered my mother!"

Deathclaw had no memory of ever hunting such an Ocean Dragon.

But since the Swamp Dragon said so, then he must have done it.

Attilan stroked his chin and pondered, how could he get the Swamp Dragon to guide him in cultivating the Sea Dragon Water Shield, or even dragon spells?

He was, after all, the lord of a territory, and he would definitely not do something as embarrassing as becoming the Swamp Dragon's subordinate; moreover, without understanding the Swamp Dragon's character, he didn't want to be cannon fodder.

From the brief conversation just now, it could be seen that Sesthesis should be a dragon who valued love and righteousness because he still remembered seeking revenge on his mother's killer after so many years.

Moreover, he clearly remembered the time when his mother was killed by Deathclaw.

From this, it could be judged that the Swamp Dragon's attitude towards his relatives should be good, or even very good.

The scope of the battlefield became larger and larger; even fighting one against two, Deathclaw actually managed to reverse the unfavorable situation little by little; after all, the professional characteristics of a lich were more advantageous.

Deathclaw was not afraid of death; what he feared was being sealed up by the Bearman and the Swamp Dragon; liches hiding their phylacteries could indeed ensure that they would be resurrected after their bodies died, but the phylactery needed to be replenished with souls from time to time to maintain its vitality.

Once Deathclaw was sealed, the phylactery would not be replenished with souls, and the lich's power would weaken; over time, the immortal lich would also completely dissipate due to the decay of the phylactery.

There would not even be a chance for soul reincarnation.

Liches had the convenience of immortality, but naturally, they also had weaknesses; as long as the lich was sealed up, they would naturally be finished.

A gray-white poisonous gas was released by Deathclaw; the Bearman and the Swamp Dragon avoided it, but instead, it struck towards Attilan's side; after the Vine Woman raised vines to block the poisonous gas, she waved her hand at Attilan and said:

"Take your people and leave quickly; the next battle is not something you can watch at close range; even the remaining energy waves can kill them."

"The same goes for you; once you are infected with Deathclaw's plague miasma, you will have to lie in the life-sustaining magic circle of the Oak Hall for at least a year; do you want to go in for a vacation?"

Attilan quickly shook his head.

"No!"

He would never forget the scene when he was injured and his good friends like the Leopard Woman ate hotpot next to his hospital bed; although it was a clear soup base, it was clearly he who had taught them the art of hotpot.

As a result, they repaid kindness with hatred, deliberately tempting him with delicious food when he couldn't move; didn't he, the Dragon Lord, have no other hobbies but to eat delicious food and look at beautiful women?

"I'm leaving now."

Attilan flew out about five miles and saw the army standing on the towering dunes, watching the battle situation in the Blue Dragon Oasis.

Although Attilan's water mist had provided cover for the army, the Blue Dragon people desperately launched an attack after the appearance of the Blue Dragon Lich, and all three sides had lost a lot of manpower.

The Dwarf King and the Elf General immediately greeted Attilan upon seeing him.

The Elf asked curiously:

"Dragon Lord, how is the battle situation?"

The Dwarf King was more concerned about the treasure issue.

"Dragon Lord, about exploring the underground city and finding treasures, do you think it can still be done?"

Attilan gritted his teeth and stamped his foot.

"It can be done! It's just that there will be a risk of being infected with the plague; we may need to streamline the manpower, while also stocking up on more herbs to fight the plague and summoning priests who are good at dispelling the plague."

The Dwarf King's eyes widened.

"Plague? There shouldn't be a plague in the underground city, right?"

Dwarves were indeed good at fighting, but their medical abilities had always been their weakness.

Attilan shrugged helplessly and said:

"Originally, there wasn't, but the dragon lich who appeared last is a legendary mage proficient in plague magic, and you see the scene of mountains collapsing and earth cracking during their battle."

"Are you sure that the plague miasma will not seep into the underground city along with the battle-cracked strata? The space in the underground city is relatively closed; once the miasma seeps in."

Attilan looked at the Dwarf King and the Ranger General with a serious expression; naturally, he didn't want this treasure hunt war to end so anticlimactically.

Moreover, the Blue Dragon Oasis was the largest of the existing oases in the desert, with an area of nearly ten thousand square kilometers; now that it was contaminated with plague miasma magic, it couldn't be used!

Attilan was heartbroken; although the war had not yet ended, in his heart, the entire desert was already his territory; now that Deathclaw had ruined the Blue Dragon Oasis, the losses were all his money!

Fortunately, the oasis still had hope because of the water elemental energy field released by the Swamp Dragon.

Even if the druids used magic to purify it, they would have to wait until most of the magic energy had naturally dissipated; otherwise, the druids would not be purifying the miasma but infecting and strengthening it.

Who knew how many thousands of years Deathclaw had spent researching and upgrading this virulent miasma magic; Attilan didn't even have the confidence to withstand it unless he could master the Sea Dragon Water Shield that enveloped his entire body.

Then, using the Lightning of Purification…