The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Atilan now had only one thought. He truly understood what it meant to hear thunder in silence today. If the methods of the gods were all so subtle and imperceptible, it would truly be impossible to defend against.

No wonder the Council of the Wild could only resist the malice from the gods with the protection of the Emerald Dream. Once the operation of the Emerald Dream malfunctioned, even quasi-gods could not be stably born in the Council of the Wild.

An insufficient number of quasi-gods meant there was no way to create a true god.

If one wanted to achieve the great undertaking of godhood purely by relying on individual strength, it was almost impossible, unless it was destiny. Even ascending to godhood from a mortal, most were inheriting a divine position.

And if the Council of the Wild wanted to create the first god of the druid pantheon from scratch, then the quasi-gods would need to contribute their power.

Contributing the most core and purest energy would greatly injure them, but with a druid who had broken through to become a true god, the possibility of other quasi-gods igniting the divine fire and achieving godhood with his assistance would be much higher.

The White Stag saw Atilan's surprise and casually tapped the ground with his wooden staff.

"Compared to the quasi-gods of the council, my abilities are nothing. Although you are also a dragon, you are also a dragon druid. Don't follow the example of your neighbor."

"He only knows how to expand the number of water elements he controls, but he doesn't use those water elements to their full potential. If Old Prankster had his strong physique."

"Deathclaw and the others would have been sealed by him and Brother Gai'o Gai long ago. How could he have been counterattacked by Deathclaw and almost had his dragon heart grabbed out and eaten."

Old Prankster looked anxiously at the White Stag and asked:

"They won't let Deathclaw escape, will they!"

"Don't worry, although the fight was ugly, the Swamp Wyrm's foundation is good. The Dragon God Orb he possesses is something even I want, let alone a small dragon."

"It's a pity the attributes are wrong. If it were a natural artifact, I would definitely take action, but according to my observation, only dragons can unleash most of the power of this Dragon God Orb."

"To unleash its full power, it must be an elemental dragon of the corresponding bloodline. For example, the water-type orb in the Swamp Wyrm's hand can only be fully utilized by an Ocean Wyrm."

"So the Swamp Wyrm is gradually strengthening his water element bloodline, trying to transform himself into an Ocean Wyrm, and then use the power of the orb to transform into an Elemental Dragon King."

Atilan looked at the White Stag in surprise.

"Before leaving, he sent a letter to my father. He should have died in the process of obtaining the orb, but at that time, the Mountain Wyrm not only reached the legendary level in dragon body challenge."

"Even his warlock profession had also been raised to legendary. Combining his various abilities, his challenge level should be above level 30. My father didn't say exactly how strong he was."

"But being able to be friends with him meant their strength should be similar. Anyway, at that time, my father was already a quasi-god, even if his combat power wasn't strong."

Hmm? Atilan seemed to have heard something interesting. The Head of the School of Life, not strong in combat?

Seeming to see that Atilan didn't believe it, the White Stag said lightly:

"The School of Life is a school that tends to develop the inherent talents of cultivators. Those who are good at fighting become stronger in combat after development, and those who are good at healing naturally have better healing effects."

"Unfortunately, my father's talent lies in healing. He was already a druid with good healing abilities, and he bravely went to heal the Ocean Wyrm who taught him knowledge."

"Touched by his kindness, the Ocean Wyrm imparted some of the knowledge of life she knew to my father, and then my father developed a secret technique to store his exuberant vitality."

Atilan knew this. It was the Life Self-Healing Technique, a secret technique unique to the School of Life that could store excess vitality and use it when injured.

"Then there was the Life Transformation that tapped into the power of the bloodline, but after digging for a long time, he found that the most valuable bloodline was that his ancestor had once been blessed by a Wild God, the Great Antlered Deer."

"He obtained some of the bloodline abilities of the Great Antlered Deer: vigorous vitality and longevity! But the combat destructive power he wanted was nowhere to be found."

"My mother was able to take a fancy to him, thanks to the Great Antlered Deer's bloodline, which allowed my father to possess the natural transformation form of a wooden antlered deer, making her, who was good at fighting but lacked endurance, feel that he was the best partner."

Atilan asked with a strange expression:

"The White Stag Goddess is good at fighting?"

Old Prankster said seriously:

"The White Stag Goddess can almost be said to be the most combat-proficient quasi-god in our Council of the Wild. The material world she came from already had the prophecy of the White Stag appearing, signifying great chaos."

"It was because of her achievements back then that the people of that world regarded the White Stag as a symbol of war. Whoever could gain the favor of the White Stag could win the war."

Is this a different world version of the explanation of heroes vying for supremacy?

"Our Council of the Wild should have many combat-branch druids transformed into animals such as jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards. Why did the White Stag Goddess become the God of War of Nature instead?"

The White Stag sighed and said:

"Perhaps it's because of personality. Mother has been competitive since she was a child. Even though her best transformation is the White Stag, she still yearns for battle and constantly hones her combat skills."

"She once followed a centaur combat master to learn military tactics and personal combat skills, and in the form of a half-human, half-deer, she became a Valkyrie of a generation, helping the wise king of that time defeat many powerful enemies."

"She was able to be promoted to quasi-god, thanks to the wise king of that world enshrining her as a symbol of war. So, you must make good use of this country under your command."

"Although the power of faith provided by humanoid races is worse than that of humans, improving their wisdom generation after generation can barely catch up with dwarves and elves."

"Is there still a difference in the power of faith provided by different races?"

Atilan really didn't have any research data on this aspect.

"Although humans have the weakest innate abilities, the power of faith provided by humans is the best and most abundant. That's why humans can become the mainstream race of world after world."

Atilan knew this. When breeding a species of animal can obtain the highest income, then the rancher will naturally choose to expand the breeding scale of a race.

Obviously, humans are the best commodity.

Artilan tapped the ground with his claws, it seemed necessary for him to spread his influence to the human kingdoms in the back as soon as possible, so that the humans in the north would regard him as the god of agriculture, harvest, climate, and cuisine.

Only in this way can he make full use of his elemental bloodline talent and master the power of one more elemental bloodline, and the possibility of him inheriting the power of the Elemental Dragon God will be higher.

The elemental powers associated with the clergy of agriculture, harvest, climate, and cuisine will at least include earth, fire, water, wind, thunder, and ice, encompassing the six types in his elemental bloodline that are easy to develop.

"Old Urchin, I think it's necessary to hide my identity. In the future, I can't use the identity of an Ocean Wyrm who may become the Elemental Dragon King to move around outside."

"Which one do you think I should choose from the remaining five elemental bloodlines?"

Old Urchin glared at Artilan, blowing his beard.

"Why change it? The Ocean Wyrm is the best match for a Druid. If you become another elemental dragon, how can you practice Druidism?"

Artilan shook his head and said:

"You misunderstood me. What I mean is that in this forest where I can hide my identity, I will continue to practice with my original Ocean Wyrm dragon body."

"But when I go out to fight, I will use another elemental dragon image that can cover up my true identity, so that people won't discover my true power."

"I don't want to be killed by the bait and hunting net prepared in advance by the mastermind behind the scenes after becoming the Elemental Dragon King. If I die, who will make delicious food for you?"

"Old Urchin, you don't want this kind of thing to happen, do you?"

The White Deer keenly captured the keywords.

"Isn't the cuisine that the chef just made the best level here?"

Old Urchin nodded proudly.

"That's right, the best chef is actually Artilan. As he delves deeper into Druidic life and elemental mysteries, he becomes stronger and stronger in terms of ingredients, heat, and magic harmony."

"The magic cuisine he makes has both effect and taste. Even the rigid Gaia would smile and say good after eating it."

The other white deer didn't care, she just wanted to know if it was delicious.

"Can magic cuisine also be made delicious?"

The original intention of magic cuisine was because magic potions were too difficult to drink. In order to make the taste as acceptable as possible, magic cuisine that integrates ritual magic was born.

However, the taste of magic cuisine is still not very good. If you want to ensure the best promotion effect of magic power, you will definitely make a little sacrifice in taste.

Many magic chefs are not professional magic occupations. They only master some level 0 cantrips, at most level 1 spells, the bottom semi-professionals, and their low talent makes them passively turn to professions suitable for their livelihoods.

That is, magic chef!

But magic potions are a delicate job, and making magic cuisine is even more difficult than concocting magic potions. After all, magic potions only need to consider the efficacy, and the taste is not within the scope of consideration.

Even if it is difficult to drink, the magic potion produced by the magic potion master can only be pinched and drunk at a critical moment, even if it tastes like dog shit.

"If you can make a table of magic cuisine that satisfies me, then I can put in a little effort for the new identity you want, although I haven't systematically studied the secrets of the Life School."

"But my wooden horn white deer bloodline is actually quite difficult to develop. If you want to know which of your remaining elemental bloodlines is more suitable for you as a disguise during battle, my shot will definitely have the best effect."

Artilan nodded knowingly.

"Senior Uncle-Master, watch my craftsmanship!"

He, Artilan, was already a craftsman who loved cooking before time-traveling!

Artilan was quite envious of the knowledge of developing the White Deer's combat form. This knowledge can be directly applied to the development of his Ocean Wyrm bloodline.

Unlike his practice of Druid secrets, he still needs to match the secrets with the bloodline ability, which delays his practice speed, but compared to other dragons who only know how to sleep.

He was able to achieve his current strength in three years, thanks to the Druid secrets.

He has developed the Ocean Wyrm's Water of Life, Breath of Life, Life Energy Field, Lightning Breath's Life Solidification, Life Purification, and Life Activation to a certain extent.

Even the least proficient Acid Mist Breath, Life Decay, and Life Extraction, he also has a little experience.

But Artilan is very greedy. He still feels that the current speed of cultivation is not fast enough. The sense of crisis brought about by his intuition forces him to increase his strength as quickly as possible, while also laying a solid foundation.

He is now playing and laughing in front of people, but behind his back, he is frantically working hard. Of course, the Eagle King and other Druids must also be working hard in private.

Only the Leopard Girl naively thought that everyone was lying flat when they returned home.

When Artilan prepared a dazzling array of dishes exuding magical aura, the White Deer wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth unconvincingly.

"It smells so good, I'm starting!"

After a bite of chicken, the White Deer instantly floated up from the chair.

Of course, this is not the effect of magic cuisine, it is because she was moved by the delicious food and couldn't control the magic power in her body, so she flew up unconvincingly.

She shed tears of emotion.

"This is what magic cuisine should look like. What kind of things have I been eating at home before? I've decided that after I finish eating, I'll help you create a new elemental dragon identity!"

"But, you have to guarantee that I can eat such delicious cuisine every day here!"

Artilan understood that one of the reasons why the White Deer showed such a gluttonous appearance was that he loved food. The other part was that her previous life was too bitter.

"No problem."

The volume of the food was twice that of the White Deer, but after eating it all, Artilan found that her belly did not change in any way. This terrifying digestive ability.

This is magic cuisine, and the difficulty of digestion is much greater than ordinary cuisine. Even him, he would be almost full after eating so much. Looking at the White Deer, she could still eat another serving.

Happily patted her belly, the White Deer said happily:

"Let's start."

Artilan immediately asked:

"Where do we go to inject energy?"

The White Deer waved his hand casually.

"No need, I'm not like Old Urchin, who needs the assistance of an energy field. I can know which elements your elemental bloodline is composed of just by touching it."

Old Urchin said with a black face:

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm not like the White Deer Goddess, who has some divine power inherited from the quasi-god."

Artilan immediately comforted Old Urchin:

"Don't say anything, I'll prepare a copy of magic cuisine for you too. It's more important to explore my elemental bloodline now."

As soon as he heard that there was a supply of magic cuisine, Old Urchin immediately showed a kind smile.

"I want to be supplied every day during this time, just like her."

Now it was Artilan's turn to have a black face. He miscalculated. This Old Urchin was not angry at all, just waiting for him to jump in.