The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

The battle between legendary powerhouses, especially those whose destructive power is above level 40, meant that a mere oasis of nearly ten thousand square kilometers was insufficient as their battlefield.

As the lush oasis was gradually deprived of its vitality in the battle, the fertile soil also began to turn into desert. Attilan seemed to understand something very important.

The southwestern desert used to be a vibrant land. Why did it become a desert, and why hasn't the damage been repaired much after so many years?

Just the destruction caused by Deathclaw's necromantic magic would require the intervention of a Grand Druid to eliminate the residual energy, and not just one Grand Druid.

Few people are willing to do this kind of thing that may not be rewarded and may even be damaged. Not everyone is qualified to consider time cost last like Attilan, an Ocean Dragon.

It benefits the present, benefits the future, and even one generation may not be able to heal this battlefield.

Which Grand Druid could endure such humiliation in this godforsaken place, being assigned to preside over work in such a place, which is even worse than being exiled to the frontier?

Attilan barely managed to create an energy channel with various seeds. With the Swamp Dragon's tyrannical methods of mobilizing energy from the lake, the environment along the way would inevitably be affected.

This channel cannot be used a second time without decades of recuperation.

Crap!

Attilan suddenly thought of a terrible thing. The Swamp Dragon must have passed through the Southwest River while drawing water elements. His kingdom has nearly a million acres of farmland on both sides of the Southwest River.

If the surging river water overflows into the farmland along the ditches, the grain output of this season will be halved at best.

Unexpectedly, he would be the one who suffered the most from a war!

Seeing Attilan's face constantly changing, the Dwarf King asked in surprise:

"Dragon Lord, is there anything wrong?"

"It is normal for battles between legends to last for days and nights. Now, leave a few scouts to observe the situation from a distance, and you should take the army back to the camp to rest first."

"I need to go back to the kingdom to see the situation. The water element veins drawn by the Swamp Dragon will pass through the most important river in my territory. I am worried that there will be floods."

"Floods will inevitably lead to reduced grain production, then the military rations for me and the dwarves will not be enough, and we will be forced to withdraw. Once we withdraw, there is no way to control what the situation will become."

But in secret, there must be other forces coveting the Purgatory Dragon Soul who have not yet taken action.

In a word, Attilan felt that he, as well as the dwarves and elves involved in the battle for the Purgatory Dragon Soul, were not qualified, and there was not a real powerhouse.

That is, a top professional with a professional level of 20.

The highest professional level is the Dwarf King, level 11 warrior, level 5 Hill King.

The Hill King is an advanced and legendary profession developed by the dwarves around the descent of the gods and affinity with the earth, based on the warrior profession. It is a very strong and suitable profession for dwarves.

It is just that there are very few dwarves who really break through the legend with the Hill King profession.

More legendary dwarf warriors, they rely on the most basic warrior profession to go through blood battles all the way, and finally complete the breakthrough between life and death.

The most important help for a warrior to break through is combat. The environment of the Dwarf Kingdom is relatively peaceful, with only the Frost Giants on the Snow Peak as the only mortal enemy.

The invasion of the Frost Giants is also very regular. The long growth period of the giants means that their war with the dwarves usually only happens once every few decades.

After the two sides consume excess population and their national power weakens, they will be forced to cease the war. Entangled for three hundred years, neither side has achieved a real victory.

The Dwarf King asked anxiously:

"Then how long will it take for the Dragon Lord to come back? Are we going to withdraw our troops if there is not enough food?"

"This..."

Attilan couldn't say for sure. If a million acres of farmland were really flooded, unless he bought grain from the halflings at a high price, his subordinates would not have enough to eat.

Fortunately, the Ranger General spoke at this time.

"We have food, but I don't know if you are used to eating elven rations?"

The taste of elven food is indeed light, and there is no meat, but it is good to have food at this time. The army is not qualified to be picky.

Moreover, the pastures should be less affected by the flood. He can transfer a batch of sand sheep to boost morale.

"Food cannot be taken for nothing. I will raise a sum of money with the Dwarf King as the cost of purchasing military rations. I don't know when the grain can be transported to the desert."

Wen Lei Sha said with some shame:

"Although there is surplus grain in the Western and Northern Territories, I cannot spare extra manpower for transportation. You may need to send people to transport it back yourself."

Attilan waved his hand and agreed.

"That's no problem. I don't know what price you think is appropriate for the grain, Wen Lei Sha?"

"Since everyone is an ally, then we will sell it to you at the price of grain purchased by Ningfeng Port, five copper coins per catty of green wheat."

Attilan and the dwarves both widened their eyes.

"Five copper coins!"

Wen Lei Sha looked at them weakly.

"Is this price still high?"

Attilan shook his head and said:

"It's too cheap. Is your grain yield so high?"

Green wheat is not unripe wheat, but a unique variety cultivated by elves. It has a plant fragrance that elves love. The most important thing is that this green wheat can be eaten directly without cooking!

Elves have a natural love for plants, so cooking is a rare behavior for elves.

Green wheat is a grain crop born out of this unique custom.

Wen Lei Sha said with some distress:

"Because elves generally have some magical talents, maybe they cannot be used for combat, but they are still very helpful in planting land, so there is a bumper harvest every year."

"Because the yield is very high, in order to have money to buy various magic props and potions produced in the royal capital, everyone can only sell the grain to the nobles at a low price, and to buy those products, they need to sell the grain to a certain amount."

Although there are magic farmers such as druids in the local area, the royal capital has magic industry. The nobles in the royal capital have mastered advanced productivity and also control the national economy.

There is also the most deadly righteousness. No wonder the local druid factions are suppressed to death.

Now it is different with the appearance of dwarves and Attilan. The grain controlled by the local factions of the Water Elf Kingdom has new sales channels, and they do not have to choose to sell the grain to the royal capital at a low price.

These extra grains are obviously resold by the royal capital to the human and dwarf coalition forces in the east through sea transportation, because the tiger people once mentioned the green wheat to Attilan.

The chief general said that the grain was purchased from the Water Elf Kingdom at a high price, one silver coin per catty of dry powder. There are hundreds of copper coins between silver coins and copper coins. Of course, the profit of the royal capital is definitely not twenty times.

But the grain business is stable and large. Attilan believes that there is still a ten-fold profit.

"In addition to this military ration, can we buy some more grain from you? You also know that my subjects may have suffered from floods and need grain for rescue."

Wen Lei Sha frowned slightly and said after thinking:

"Because everyone needs the magic products of the royal capital, in order to meet the grain quota for purchase requirements, we actually don't have much grain that can be sold in surplus."

The Dwarf King wanted these grains more than Attilan, and immediately asked eagerly:

"What kind of magic props are they? Maybe our country's casting masters can imitate similar props."

"They are agricultural tools used for farming. The mages in the royal capital have mastered the technology of mass production of iron farm tools, which can meet the needs of the vast borders for agricultural tools."

"Relying on blacksmiths to make them by hand is too slow, and there are not many mineral veins in the entire kingdom. The iron used by the royal capital to make iron tools is also purchased from the Dwarf Kingdom in the east."

"The same is true for potions. Our druids can also produce them, but they are not as productive as the royal capital and cannot meet the needs of 100,000 elves."

Attilan and the Dwarf King looked at each other and said:

"We do not have the high output of Ningfeng Port, but I can provide herbal potions, and the Dwarf King can provide agricultural tools. With our supplements, I believe that the purchase conditions offered to you by Ningfeng Port next year will be much better."

“Selling grain to us will definitely earn you more than selling to the nobles.”

The Dwarf King also nodded and said:

“My kingdom has tens of thousands of blacksmiths. Even if only half of them can be mobilized to make farm tools, they can produce five thousand pieces a week. One piece of farm tool will last for ten years without any problem.”

Attilan twitched his lips and said:

“It's just farm tools, there is no need to be so durable. What Velenna and the others need is mainly to increase the quantity of farm tools.”

Velenna suddenly clapped her hands and said:

“That's right, there is one most important thing. If they want to enter the Royal Capital Magic Academy, their family must sell a prescribed amount of grain every year. I don't think any family would be willing to give up this condition.”

“Although the ranger's treatment is not bad, everyone still hopes that their children can go to the southern coastal city to be mages and be superior to others.”

The mage enrollment quota, this problem is indeed tricky.

“I do have a druid academy there, with legendary druids answering questions, but we can't provide the superior living conditions they want.”

Attilan really can't break the money offensive of the Water Elf Kingdom.

His subjects are still eating in the cafeteria. He doesn't even have the foundation to satisfy the mage noble treatment that these high elves want, and he doesn't want to have it at all.

Velenna's eyes lit up.

“It's good to have a druid academy. In fact, many elves are unwilling to go to the royal capital to be slaves for the nobles. Everyone also knows that even if they go to the Magic Academy.”

“Very few can truly become nobles. Most of them still work for nobles and councilors. It is better to be a druid in the local area and be more at ease, and the power of the druid is not necessarily worse than that of a mage.”

“But the problem is…”

Velenna was a little embarrassed, but still continued to speak.

“Grandma is a great druid, but her level of teaching disciples is indeed a little lacking, resulting in very few druid masters emerging among the elves.”

“On the contrary, the key points she explains for rangers are very clear. Every twenty or thirty years, a senior ranger who reaches level 11 will be cultivated.”

Attilan almost couldn't help but laugh. This great druid's talent is indeed a bit abstract. She is actually good at training rangers. Could it be that she herself is a ranger genius delayed by the druids?

“Please solve the problem of military food with the Dwarf King. We can discuss the matter of buying food from the people later.”

The problems Velenna mentioned just now are just a few typical problems, not to say that the royal capital only restricts the local area in these aspects.

Velenna is just a simple ranger general. It would be good if she could handle the military affairs under her command. As for the ability to govern the local area, it can be said that she has unlimited potential, but it has not been developed at all.

If there is grain from the Water Elf Kingdom, Attilan believes that his process of recruiting dependents and reclaiming wetland land will be even faster. The current one million acres of farmland is just the beginning.

As long as there is enough grain, Attilan believes that the wetlands can be reclaimed into ten million, or even twenty million acres of fertile land.

Crap! He seems to need to buy farm tools from the Dwarf Kingdom as well.

But it doesn't matter. He found a not-small iron mine in the desert. Whether it can be mined and what the output is will need to be assessed by Silver Ring and the Kobolds.

Even if the quality of the iron ore is not good, it is always no problem to use it to make farm tools.

In fact, Velenna just ignored the most important problem. The ranger troops under her command are provided with weapons and equipment by the royal capital, the purpose of which is to limit their combat effectiveness.

Once the local area sells grain to Attilan and the dwarves, they will inevitably be restricted from military supplies. At that time, Velenna is estimated to only be able to lead the rangers with wooden arrows and bone arrows.

Not necessarily. After being fully controlled by the royal capital for so many years, Attilan highly doubts whether there are any qualified blacksmiths, carpenters, and other life occupations under the rule of the Great Druid.

Attilan returned to the Yellow Sand Pass along the rushing water vapor. Taking advantage of the overflowing water elements, Attilan was in good spirits when he returned to the Yellow Sand Pass, watching the Southwest River rushing westward in the distance, making a roaring sound.

Attilan's heart was cold.

The Southwest River near the Yellow Sand Pass is so turbulent, then the water in Big Horn Town must be three meters high. Now he must buy grain from the elves and halflings.

Fortunately, he has accumulated some gold coins from trading with the Northern Kingdom. This wave is probably going to lose all of it.

No, such a big loss of his must be compensated by the Swamp Wyvern!

The situation along the way was slightly better than Attilan expected.

Although many farmlands were washed away by the river, the loss was still within a controllable range, but Attilan no longer had the confidence to continue fighting.

The three thousand soldiers sent out now are not enough at all. Attilan and the Dwarf King's plan is to first take enough troops to maintain the front line and occupy the position to compete for the Hell Dragon Soul.

After the Hell Dragon Soul is born, increase the troops on a large scale.

Back in Big Horn Town, Attilan immediately asked the old fishman who had rushed to the scene to provide disaster relief.

“How is the situation?”

The old fishman had a look of heartache.

“Reporting to the Dragon Lord, more than 200,000 acres of farmland have been washed away, all of which are good fields for planting wheat. This time our loss is very heavy.”

The farmland for planting wheat is the most fertile, and naturally it is the most convenient land for ditch irrigation. Attilan had already prepared himself mentally, but now he couldn't help but feel a burst of tightness in his heart when he heard it.

My grain, that's all my grain, 200,000 acres of wheat, a full 40 million catties of wheat, now it's all gone!

“After losing these 200,000 acres of wheat, is the yield of this season enough to eat?”

Because Attilan has been expanding, this has led to them not having enough grain reserves.

The old fishman shook his head sadly.

“Not enough. In fact, in addition to the farmland along the Southwest River, the fishing grounds in Greenscale Town and Rainforest Town have also been affected. I don't know why, the Giant Dragon Lake rolled up huge waves towards the southwest.”

“The original shore has been swallowed up, and the trees on the shore have been knocked down.”

“How is the situation in Greenscale Town?”

The old fishman breathed a sigh of relief and said:

“Greenscale Town is okay, thanks to the Great Druid's protection, nothing happened except for the fishing grounds. Rainforest Town is miserable. The fishing grounds that were finally built today should have all the fish run away.”

Unexpected disaster, really an unexpected disaster. Next year, we must strengthen the dikes. This kind of thing must not happen a second time!

In the past, I always felt that the water of the Southwest River was not enough. Now the Southwest River has shown its power for the first time, finally letting the minotaurs and centaurs living in the desert know what the immensity of the sea is.

The old fishman squeezed out a smile and said:

“Didn't the Dragon Lord always think that the water in Water Cellar Town was not enough? Now there is no need to worry. The water rushed all the way to Water Cellar Town and opened up a river channel in the waterway we prepared.”

“After this time, the land in the northwest can also be used. Although 200,000 acres of farmland have been lost and need to be renovated, the farmland that can be reclaimed in the northwest after being nourished by the river can exceed 200,000 acres.”

Attilan also showed a smile.

“You are optimistic.”

The old fishman said with a smile:

“I have had too many hard days in the past, and I am used to making the best of a bad situation. If I don't find some hope for myself, I won't be able to support the tribe until I meet the Dragon Lord.”

Attilan nodded and said:

“The 200,000 acres of fertile wheat soil were washed to the vicinity of the Yellow Sand Pass. I believe that the soil in that area can also be planted with black beans and pasture later.”

Misfortune and fortune depend on each other. This time, the Swamp Wyvern can be regarded as helping him plow the land with a water plow head. The desert now has the possibility of completely turning into a green field.

“Don't I have to thank him?”

Attilan shook his head.

“Dream on!”

All this cause and effect can actually be attributed to Attilan's transformation of the wasteland. If he doesn't do it, the Swamp Wyvern's actions today can only create a bigger Southwest River.

“Dragon Lord, in fact, we are not the only ones affected. The tribes in the rainforest should have encountered the same problem. I saw that the amount of water in the aqueduct that we connected to the Southwest River from the central part of the wetland is also increasing.”

“If there is enough grain, now is a good opportunity to absorb the population of the rainforest.”

Attilan's eyes lit up. Taking advantage of this natural and man-made disaster, he can openly annex the rainforest and blame all the black pots on the Swamp Wyvern!

It seems that he must get all the elves' grain!