The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

A closer look reveals that after eating the Golden Smile, Old Rascal's complexion became rosy and radiant, and his dry, gray hair turned into bright silver.

His shriveled body seemed to be filled with vitality again. Old Rascal looked as if he had suddenly rejuvenated from a dying eighty-something-year-old to a fifty-year-old middle-aged man.

Regardless of how much lifespan the God of Gourmet's blessing added to Old Rascal, at least he wouldn't die.

Old Rascal calmly waved his hand.

"You've been in the forest from time to time for the past two years, researching and promoting the cooking and consumption methods of certain ingredients, making the druids and your subjects love gourmet food."

"These powers of faith, which should have dissipated or condensed on certain recipes, were eventually attracted by the Gourmet God statue in front of us, and transformed into the embryonic form of the Gourmet God's divine power."

"Gae Oh Gae chose your image to shape, not only because you are an Ocean Dragon, naturally able to bear more power of faith than us, making the possibility of becoming a god higher."

"You love gourmet food, research gourmet food, and promote gourmet food, which is very much in line with the standards for absorbing these powers of faith. In fact, the vast majority of these powers of faith are generated because of you."

"Although I probably won't be able to see the day the Gourmet Dragon God is born, I will wait for you in the Emerald Dream to bring good news. By then, you must present me with the Gourmet Dragon God's specialty dishes to entertain me."

"Now that you are already the Gourmet Dragon God, I think you should be able to make food that Nature Spirits like to eat, right?"

Attilan coldly watched Old Rascal's performance.

"So, what exactly is your situation now?"

"The Golden Smile has basically compensated for my depleted vitality. Combined with the effect of the Essence of the Fountain of Life, my current state is almost the same as before casting the spell, and even because of this experience."

"My bottleneck in breaking through to the Legendary Druid has loosened. After all, in order to push the vast water elemental sea of Dragon Lake, the power I burned my life to use barely reached the Legendary level."

Attilan's eyes lit up. If Old Rascal reached the Legendary level, the possibility of the five Legendary professionals teaming up to explore the Natural Holy Land副本 and dropping Mythic equipment would greatly increase.

"Can you break through before Master leaves?"

Old Rascal confidently pointed his thumb at himself.

"Who am I! A druidic genius who controls the elements of nature. Breaking through to Legendary is a piece of cake! Are you worried that something will happen to your master and want me to explore the Natural Holy Land with him, so I can be cannon fodder?"

"If I die in the Holy Land, what gourmet food are you going to use to commemorate me?"

Attilan frowned, feeling that something was not quite right.

"I'm just kidding, do you have to be so serious?"

Old Rascal was very clear about his physical condition. Because he had suffered heavy injuries several times, even if he broke through to the Legendary realm, his lifespan would not increase much, or even not increase at all.

He wouldn't live much longer, but the situation of the Bearman was completely different from him. After the Bearman obtained the Natural Holy Artifact to perfect the Thunderous Roar form, the Bearman's lifespan would at least double.

Living for another thousand years was likely, and the strength of a Quasi-God was mostly stable.

As a good friend, he had already prepared to sacrifice himself to pave the way for the Bearman, Vine Woman, and Bloodstained!

If the Quasi-Gods of the Natural Council could restore to their full strength, then the old men would not have compromised with the Council of Death in the first place. This so-called Council of Death emerged exactly one or two decades after the Holy Land was destroyed.

It successively destroyed seven or eight material realms that the Natural Council was managing and had already conquered, severely reducing the Council's speed of recovering blood, so that the Natural Council's control over the Emerald Dream was constantly declining.

Now the Emerald Dream is still in the hands of the Natural Council, thanks to the sacrifice of an old man every hundred years. This kind of sacrifice is the kind where the soul is scattered, and there is not even a possibility of reincarnation into a Natural Spirit.

Their bodies and souls will be transformed into nourishment for the growth of the Emerald Dream.

If it weren't for this spirit of courage to sacrifice and dedication, why would most of the druid elders who were only level 18, 19, and 20 be respected by all the druids of the Natural Council.

Anyway, Old Rascal couldn't do that. Even if reincarnation into a Natural Spirit would cause him to lose most of his current memories, he still retained the opportunity to make a comeback.

The old men had nothing left, and even their names would gradually be forgotten, and there was no way to remember them. You only know that there is a group of people who dedicate themselves to the Natural Council, but you don't know who they are.

The reason for discovering this was that the signatures in many secret scroll records developed by the predecessors and martyrs were gone. The other handwriting was still there, except for their names.

That was a forbidden technique that sacrificed everything. Unless you become an elder, you don't even have the qualification to look at it.

"Go back, I'm going to start closed-door training to break through to the Legendary realm. As for whether Gae Oh Gae seals the Dead Claw, there's no need to tell me."

After the two returned to the forest, Old Rascal told him bad news.

"You can withdraw the soldiers on the prairie, just leave the part needed to build the prairie. The treasure that was about to be born, whose energy fluctuations could be felt hundreds of kilometers away."

"Suddenly restrained all the energy aura. It is possible that the mastermind has already caught the fish he wanted. He will definitely not be willing to let such a useful bait be eaten in one bite now."

"The last time he took action, he destroyed a gnomish underground city that had a lot of development prospects. Who do you think his target is this time? Us? Or the Dead Claw?"

"Or the Council President of Death behind the Dead Claw?"

Attilan shook his head. How could he see through such a profound layout? He was in the game himself, how could he see clearly?

"Unknown full picture, no comment."

The bait is placed in this material realm, but who stipulates that fishing must be done in this water area? Maybe there are deep-sea fish attracted by the aura of the bait.

After all, the bait has shown its face once. Many people must have been paying attention to it, and even betting like the Dead Claw. Attilan estimates there are also, such as the Storm Giants behind the Frost Giants.

"The treasure is hidden again, so will the battle between the Frost Giants and the Dwarves also stop?"

"Maybe, I don't know much about the giants' society. Bloodstained is the expert in this area."

Even if he didn't retreat immediately, Attilan believed that he wouldn't be able to fight for long, for his Titan troops. He felt it was necessary to go to Snowpeak again.

Old Fishman drove back to Greenscale Town from Big Horn Town in a dusty state. He needed to urgently allocate 50,000 pounds of black beans to Rainforest Town. He had been busy for most of the day. Attilan heard the noisy movement in the granary and flew over to take a look.

"Why are you transporting so much grain? Has there been another disaster somewhere?"

"It's going to Rainforest Town. It's not a disaster, but because of the flooding. The residents of the rainforest are already short on food and can barely survive. After several days of heavy rain, almost all of their food has been washed away."

"Didn't you say you wanted to take this opportunity to absorb some of the rainforest tribes, use them to improve the wetland environment, and reclaim as much farmland as possible?"

"When the kingdom has 100,000 subjects, we can openly declare the name of the Atlantis Kingdom, even if some forces are dissatisfied with us."

"They'll be wary of our strength and won't dare to attack us easily. On the contrary, we can take the initiative to attack them, like the Black Dragon in the east. Dragon Lord, when are we going to attack her?"

"Her? Has it been confirmed that it's a female dragon?"

"According to the latest intelligence from the scouts, the Black Dragon once transformed into a female high elf and reached some kind of deal with a group of dark-skinned elves from further east."

Indeed, while he was developing, other forces weren't idle either. The Black Dragon had just gained a foothold in the east when dark elves went to talk to her about cooperation.

Dark elves are followers of the spider goddess Lolth. These fallen elves are enemies of all other kinds of elves, and they will kill each other on sight, almost to the death.

The eastern area of the defense line, which is Wressa the Elven Ranger General is responsible for, will be attacked by dark elves from underground, and even spider-elf led attacks.

Dark elves are very cunning and never attack alone. They always bring gray dwarves, hobgoblins, and other servant troops with them, taking advantage of the ranger troop's weak points due to insufficient manpower to launch sneak attacks.

They plunder some beautiful elf girls and take them back to dedicate to Lolth.

"How many people in the rainforest are willing to join us?"

"Not many at first. Many tribes lacking food wanted to rob us directly. After Lista led the team to wipe out several tribes, they became honest. Now they are all lined up outside Rainforest Town waiting to be incorporated."

Atilan raised an eyebrow, not expecting to hear Lista's name.

"How did he get to the rainforest?"

"Since the flood, General Lista heard that the situation in the rainforest was even worse, so he selected 500 elite minotaur axemen and set off towards Rainforest Town. He guessed that the rainforest tribes would attack, and he also guessed that Fisher would have insufficient troops."

"Traveling day and night, he really arrived just as the tribes were attacking Rainforest Town. At that time, General Lista was like a divine soldier descending from the sky, rushing into the crowd, and one charge dispersed almost ten times the number of enemies outside Rainforest Town."

"So powerful?"

In fact, Lista did not immediately launch an attack after arriving, but waited for the minotaurs under his command to recover their strength, and waited for the rainforest tribes to consume most of their strength attacking the city.

Lista believed that with only five or six thousand enemies, Fisher could not be defeated so easily. After all, he had eight hundred carefully selected fishman warriors.

He might not win a field battle outside the city, but defending the city would definitely not be a problem.

"That's right. Because of General Lista's great reputation, more than five thousand rainforest residents are planning to join us."

Fifty thousand pounds of grain, only ten pounds per person, is not enough to eat. However, the newly joined residents have not yet identified with Atlantis in their hearts. If they are full, they may rebel.

It is too common to eat with a bowl and curse after putting down the chopsticks.

Mainly because Atilan is implementing the plan of building high walls, storing grain, and slowly claiming the throne. The kingdom and his own dragon's reputation have not been widely spread. Atilan cannot see such a thing as bowing down and worshiping happening in front of him.

It is even more impossible for people to come voluntarily.

"It is unrealistic to rely entirely on our supply. Even if the rainforest cannot be fully developed into farmland, I think we must ensure that there is grain production. I asked Opeia, and their snake people's previous planting methods were very primitive."

"Therefore, the grain yield is not high, and the choice of food to plant is also wrong. Cranberries are indeed suitable for growing in the watery environment of the rainforest, but they also need management."

"If you sow the seeds and don't care about them, how can the yield be high? And I think we need to discover more edible foods in the rainforest."

Atilan waved his big hand.

"I'll go myself. I don't believe I can't find enough food!"

Old Prankster's words inspired Atilan. In the future, he wants to become the Gourmet Dragon God, and now he must expand his influence in the culinary field as much as possible.

So he came to the rainforest!

This is actually Atilan's first time in the rainforest. In the past, he was afraid that the swamp hydra would know of his existence, so he never dared to show his face in front of these tribes belonging to the swamp hydra.

Now it's different. After these guys were flooded, how much loyalty to the swamp hydra could they have left?

Loyalty that is not absolute is absolutely disloyal. Atilan provides food to keep them from starving to death, but what about the swamp hydra?

It destroyed the food they and other tribes struggled to collect through fighting. Do you think they will have any resentment towards the swamp hydra in their hearts?

These ignorant and backward rainforest tribes don't understand that all thunder, rain, and dew are the favor of the sovereign.

In the past, you could still see exposed land in the rainforest. Now, all of them are trees that have been soaked in water for half their height, and you can't even see the bushes.

Looking into the distance, Atilan happened to see a group of red piranhas tearing apart several fishmen.

He immediately stepped forward, manipulated the vines to pull up the fishmen, and then released electricity to shock all the piranhas until their bellies turned up.

"I couldn't randomly electrocute fish before I transmigrated, but now that I have magic, I can finally electrocute fish as much as I want."

Atilan picked up the electrocuted piranhas, cut them open, and saw that they still had a fragrance. The meat was also relatively full, and there was a layer of fat on the abdomen, which was very suitable as food.

Most importantly, although he had just electrocuted dozens of piranhas, as many as hundreds of piranhas had escaped. It seems that after the flood, the rainforest has quickly become a paradise for piranhas.

They can eat foods they couldn't eat before after the flood.

"Thank you, Dragon Lord!"

"You can eat these piranhas."

The fishman hesitated for a moment and said:

"Dragon Lord, in the past, when there was no food, the tribe also tried to eat piranhas, but piranhas are poisonous, and eating too much will kill you."

"Is that so?"

Atilan carefully cut the piranha into pieces and indeed found the parts contaminated by toxins.

He also manipulated the water flow and caught a few live piranhas, confirming the location where the toxins were stored.

"They have fangs and are poisonous. No wonder piranhas can run rampant in the rainforest water system. In the future, if these parts are removed, piranhas can be eaten. Even if you are poisoned, you can use this herb to treat the toxins."

"Piranhas are a rainforest specialty. I'll see if there are any other ingredients that can be paired with piranhas for cooking, and strive to develop a rainforest-specific recipe."