The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Attilan never expected that Old Rascal would expend his dwindling lifespan to assist the Swamp Wyrm in mobilizing energy, just to slightly increase the possibility of sealing the Deathclaw.

Old Rascal was just a Great Druid who hadn't broken through to Legend. To transmit enough water element to influence the battle, he had to risk his life.

"Master Blooddye, after Old Rascal consumes your treasure, can his body recover to its previous state?"

Bloodstained forcefully poured the emerald green droplet into Old Rascal's mouth, then placed a hand on Old Rascal's chest, helping him guide the life energy of the droplet to nourish his dilapidated body.

Attilan now understood why Old Rascal was sometimes serious and sometimes overly cheerful and loved to cause trouble. It turned out that it was his wife's dying wish that turned the originally serious Robert into the current fun-loving Old Rascal.

Just now, Bloodstained mentioned that the treasure came from the Goddess of the Spring of Life. Although judging from the name, this goddess's strength should be a third-rate among the gods, or even an insignificant character.

However, after Attilan briefly sensed the aura of the spring essence, he realized that if he could obtain this spring essence as nourishment for growth, then his growth speed could be even faster.

Moreover, it wouldn't cause an unstable foundation. The divine power of the Goddess of the Spring of Life was naturally compatible with him, an Ocean Wyrm. He didn't dare to hope to soak in the Goddess's Spring of Life for a period of time to absorb some of the Goddess's divine power.

If he could get two or three drops of this spring essence, he would have the confidence to develop his dragon body to the youth stage within ten years.

Just like in myths and legends, those who are born with divine power can always grow to the size of an adult in a few years.

With the blessing of the Goddess of the Spring of Life, Attilan felt that he could also try to become a god-man.

"Master Bloodstained, is this spring essence very rare?"

Before Bloodstained could speak, Old Rascal, who had swallowed the essence, seemed to have regained some vitality and squeezed out a smile, saying:

"Little brat, don't even think about it. The Goddess of the Spring of Life is the signboard natural demigod of our Council of Nature. Bloodstained was able to obtain this one drop in exchange for hundreds of years of service to the council."

"It's really a waste to use it on an old man like me. If it's given to Hana, her chances of becoming a quasi-god would be a little higher."

Hana clenched her pink little fist.

"Hana is confident that even without that drop of spring essence, I can still become a Starlight Archmage!"

The Death Angel is a bloodline ability, just like the difference between an Ocean Wyrm and an Elemental Dragon King. Attilan has the talent to become an Elemental Dragon King, but that doesn't mean he can become one with 100% certainty.

He still needs to undergo corresponding cultivation, and becoming an Elemental Dragon King will also help Attilan in his cultivation as a God-Sealing Dragon.

Hana is the same. Her career plan is the same as her mother, Laruen, a mage and a Starlight Mage, and then use the power and knowledge of a Legendary Starlight Mage to become a Death Angel.

Finally, there is the Starlight God, a Starlight Mage-limited God, a level 0 quasi-god.

Don't look at the little girl's young age, but she is very smart and has a very clear understanding of her career plan.

"Very good, very ambitious!"

Old Rascal showed a gratified smile.

"Then is there any way to get one or two drops of spring essence from this Goddess of the Spring of Life, without going through the Council of Nature? I think the goddess can't possibly give all the spring essence to the council for distribution, right?"

Now that his strength has reached the level of a level 0 quasi-god, Attilan believes that he and the Council of Nature are considered cooperative partners. As long as he can please the Goddess of the Spring of Life, he believes that three or two drops of spring essence are nothing to her.

In order to become stronger quickly, Attilan can also transform from a stubborn Life Dragon into a simping dragon!

Old Rascal shook his head and said:

"The Goddess of the Spring of Life was seriously injured in the battle to defend the Holy Land of Nature. Since then, she has become the Goddess of the Spring of Life who focuses on logistics and healing."

"Before that, everyone called her the Valkyrie! The abundant spring of life was just her means of recovery. It was never the water element she controlled that killed the enemy."

Hiss, okay, Attilan knew he was wrong. He originally thought that the goddess with the title of Goddess of the Spring of Life would be a gentle and understanding big sister.

Now it seems that she is a battle maniac.

What she needs is not a simping dragon, but a punching bag.

Attilan felt that he was just a young dragon who had just been born, with delicate skin and tender meat, and couldn't stand the Valkyrie's caress. Forget it, being a simping dragon is not that easy.

Laruen is a gentle woman. She doesn't want Old Rascal to die, but she hopes that Hana can completely get rid of the constraints of the demon bloodline. She has personally experienced the whispers of demons and knows how difficult it is to resist the power from the bloodline.

Bloodstained saw the worry in Laruen's eyes. After finishing the treatment of Old Rascal, he intimately put Laruen in his arms.

"Don't worry, I will definitely get the second drop of spring essence before Hana's bloodline power flares up to ensure that Hana will not be affected."

Attilan's eyes lit up. He had a good idea to solve the problem.

"I think the Ocean Dragon Soul possessed by the Swamp Wyrm can actually create treasures similar to the spring essence, with the effect of purifying turbidity and increasing vitality and lifespan, and may even exceed the spring essence."

"After all, the Goddess of the Spring of Life is only a quasi-god, while the Ocean Dragon Soul is a treasure derived from the Elemental Dragon God."

Old Rascal smiled and pointed at Attilan.

"You little brat, I knew you couldn't be so considerate and care about an old man like me. It turns out that you value the treasure of the Elemental Dragon God, and it's still the Ocean Dragon Soul of the Ocean Wyrm."

"I think this thing in your hands will definitely be of great help to your growth, right?"

Attilan nodded directly.

"That's right, if I can hold it for a long time, I think the effect is no worse than being soaked in the spring of the Goddess of the Spring of Life all the time."

"Tsk tsk tsk ~"

Old Rascal shook his head with a smile.

"You said the effect is so good, how could the Swamp Wyrm let go of the orb and give it to you? Do you think you are his son? Even if you are his own son, I don't think he will let go of this dragon orb."

"Alas..."

Attilan also sighed. He also knew the difficulty of this matter. Unless the Swamp Wyrm was crazy or dead, he would not let go of the Ocean Dragon Soul.

He was indeed wishful thinking.

"Stop thinking about the Ocean Dragon Soul and go take a look at your underwater dragon lair."

Looking at Old Rascal winking at him, Attilan asked in astonishment:

"You wouldn't drag your dying body to create an energy tributary for me in the Swamp Hydra's energy network, would you?"

Old Rascal waved his hand lazily.

"Almost. You'll understand when you see it yourself. I need to meditate and absorb the essence of the spring now. I don't have time to chat with you."

"Master, Madam, I'll go rest first. Old Rascal is in your care. Hana, and even the Headmaster of the Druid School, I'm giving you an important task."

"Keep a close eye on Old Rascal, and make sure he doesn't do anything foolish again."

Hana saluted Attilan.

"Yes, Headmaster!"

There are some things that adults can't stop Old Rascal from doing, but a child might soften his heart.

"You can mobilize more classmates."

Hana giggled slyly, understanding Attilan's meaning.

"Understood!"

Attilan dove into the water and discovered that an aquatic elemental vortex had formed in the Dragon Nest. Cultivating in such a turbulent elemental vortex wouldn't be easy.

Especially since he needed to recover. The original Dragon Nest was a peaceful and serene resting place, but now it had become a cultivation chamber. It was a bit tough, but compared to Deathclaw's claws and necromantic magic, Attilan felt he could endure this bit of hardship.

Deathclaw wouldn't be the first member of the Council of the Dead he'd encountered. He had every reason to believe that he, this Ocean Hydra Druid, would be a prime target for the Council of the Dead.

He had to cultivate even more diligently. He used to think some hardships were unbearable, but now he felt he could endure them. He didn't want to end up like Old Rascal, unable to protect those he wanted to protect.

And so, Attilan cultivated in the Dragon Nest for a full three days. When he emerged from the water, he had returned to his vigorous and energetic state. Even Deathclaw couldn't withstand him for three hundred rounds!

He arrived at GreenScale Town and immediately saw Old Rascal eating honey bread. He couldn't help but tease:

"I feel like every time I see you now, you're eating something. When I left, you were still eating. Is it possible you haven't stopped the entire time?"

Old Rascal glanced at Attilan, grabbed a golden-brown, crispy baked bun, and stuffed it into his mouth, savoring the wonderful sensation of the meat juices bursting in his mouth.

"What do you know? I'm dying, so naturally, I need to eat more delicacies before I die. After I die, where else can I find a place like yours with so many kinds of delicious food?"

"You've seen the environment of the Emerald Dream. After I die, I can only fight endlessly. You have to step up your game and purify the Emerald Dream quickly so I can catch my breath."

Attilan also picked up a plate of baked buns and poured them all into his mouth.

Old Rascal angrily smacked him.

"Leave some for me! If you want to eat, have the kitchen make you another plate!"

Attilan asked with some gravity:

"How much longer do you have to live?"

Old Rascal said casually:

"Right now, probably less than ten years. After fully absorbing the essence of the spring, I should be able to live another two or three years."

Attilan asked with a dark face:

"Is that what you call dying?"

"I'm still a Grand Druid, with a longevity body that extends my lifespan tenfold! Converted to the lifespan of an ordinary human, I only have a year left, okay!"

"That's still after absorbing the power of the spring's essence. Otherwise, I'd really only have a year left."

Just as Attilan was about to find a centaur messenger to inquire about the flood control situation, a centaur messenger rushed to GreenScale Town and told Attilan the urgent news.

"Reporting, Dragon Lord, something has happened in the Dwarven Kingdom! Frost Giants have suddenly launched an invasion of the Dwarven Kingdom. According to the information from the dwarves, the Frost Giants shouldn't have been prepared for an invasion at this time."

"Moreover, among the Frost Giant's forces, the dwarven gryphon knights have spotted the figure of a Fire Giant."

Fire Giants! Attilan tapped the table with his dragon claws, beginning to consider what the appearance of the Fire Giants meant.

Attilan had formed an alliance with the Dwarven King, and in several meetings and conversations, the Dwarven King had naturally introduced him to the situation of the Frost Giants, the Dwarven Kingdom's greatest enemy.

The dwarves' enemy was a pure Frost Giant tribe. The number of Frost Giants was only a few hundred, and the weapons they used were relatively crude.

As for the Fire Giants, the dwarves had encountered them several times while exploring the mountain range for mineral veins, but the Fire Giants were relatively scattered, usually living in families near volcanoes.

Their relationship with the Fire Giants could even be described as good.

One dwarven forging master had even compared forging techniques with a Fire Giant artisan. That master was the Great Princess and Silver Ring's teacher, the one who helped Attilan forge his dragon armor.

Now that the Fire Giants and Frost Giants were acting together, Attilan suspected that their target was also the Infernal Dragon Soul, and he wondered which mastermind was behind it all.

"Is the Dwarven King still in the desert?"

The centaur messenger shook his head.

"I came from Water Cellar Town. The dwarven messenger should be heading to the desert to inform their king."

"Very good. You may go rest."

He would have to personally find the Dwarven King to discuss countermeasures. But, just as Attilan flew out of the forest, he encountered the Dwarven King and the elven general, covered in dust, riding gryphons back.

"Why are you here?"

The Dwarven King said anxiously:

"Dragon Lord, the Frost Giants and Fire Giants have actually joined forces. Looking at our Dwarven Kingdom alone, I'm afraid we can't stop them."

Frost Giants wearing animal hide armor and Frost Giants wearing Fire Giant-forged fine steel equipment; the latter could take on ten of the former.

Attilan frowned and said:

"I remember you said that the relationship between the Frost Giants and Fire Giants wasn't very good. Do you know why they've joined forces this time?"

The Dwarven King was somewhat speechless. If he knew, he wouldn't be so flustered.

"Windrunner, go back and stabilize the morale of the allied forces in the desert. Dwarven King, you didn't withdraw all of your troops, did you?"

The Dwarven King scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I panicked a bit and wanted to retreat entirely at the first moment, but Windrunner advised me to put on a show of strength in the desert and then secretly use the gryphons to transfer the Ironclad Shieldguards and gryphon knights back."

"As for the bighorn ram riders, they'll continue to stay in the desert to pretend. If there aren't any dwarves, it will expose our retreat."

Attilan nodded and said:

"Because the dwarves have deployed the largest number of troops, you will be the first to be attacked, followed by the wealthy elves. I think you'll be the second to be attacked."

"As for me, I'm the weakest of the three, and with the floods destroying a lot of farmland, I'm probably being overlooked."

Windrunner was shocked.

"Will the elves be attacked too? Where are the enemies?"