The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

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Attilan immediately realized that this Cloud Manor was the experimental field where the giants studied snow planting.

Frost Carnivorous Flowers and Frost Wheat were both cultivated here before being put into snow planting.

Watching a group of young frost giants open the doors and take out various farming tools to tend to the plants in the cloud-made farmland, Attilan said:

“I didn’t expect that plants could actually be grown on clouds.

If I could master this technology, why would I spend so much effort leveling the undulating hills of the wasteland and the swampy, pitted marshes?”

“Planting directly in the clouds would allow the plants to receive sunlight all day long.

The yield of the crops grown this way would definitely be much higher, right?”

The bear person coldly said:

“In so many worlds, only the Storm Giants have mastered cloud planting technology.

Even the Cloud Giants have only learned a little bit from the Storm Giants who once led them.”

“You want to learn?

Do you think you are a Cloud Wyvern?

I remember that you do have some Cloud Wyvern blood in your body.

Do you need me to help you activate it?”

Attilan quickly shook his head.

“No!

The Hellfire and Frost bloodlines have already caused me a lot of suffering.

It hasn't been easy to barely maintain a fragile balance between my dragon body and soul.”

“If I activate the Cloud Wyvern bloodline again, I'm afraid I'll become uncoordinated again.

Master, how long are we going to watch here?

I always feel like there's a very terrifying aura in the castle below.”

“But upon careful sensing, besides these underage giants who are farming, I can't sense the aura of a single strong person.

The giant who presides over this farm must be incredibly powerful.”

“Let's retreat as soon as possible.

I always feel like if I stay here any longer, the giant will use his lightning-flashing hand to snap my slender neck with a *crack*.”

“I really don't know why a dragon's neck has to be so long and so thin.”

“Stop complaining, wait quietly a little longer.”

Just then, a mental wave transmitted into Attilan's brain.

“Don't wait outside, come directly to the castle, Geogai, and this little dragon.”

Attilan widened his eyes in surprise and looked back at the bear person standing calmly on his back.

“Master, do you know them?”

The bear person simply waved his hand.

The tower that the bear person mentioned was actually able to allow him, a dragon more than ten meters long, to safely land on the ground.

Just as he landed, Attilan heard a slightly tired voice.

“Geogai, it's been almost three hundred years since I last met your master.

How is your master doing lately?”

Looking in the direction the voice came from, a blue-white skinned giant was lying on a cloud-made chair, reading a book, drinking red tea, and basking in the sun.

“I don't know, maybe he failed to break through to Quasi-God and died in some corner of the world.”

This was the first time Attilan had seen disgust on the bear person's face, just as he was full of resentment towards the bear person's tormenting training, the bear person's training of the dwarves was the same.

The giant closed the book in his hand, which made Attilan feel a strong magical fluctuation, and said with a smile:

“Your master is the most troublesome dwarf I have ever met in my life.

Maybe he can really sublimate the Titan bloodline in his body and transform into a Black Iron Titan, huh?”

The bear person curled his lips in disdain.

“That old guy doesn't have any thoughts about becoming a Black Iron Titan.

He just wants to beat the Elven Ancestor really hard.

The Black Iron Titan just happens to possess the power he needs.”

Attilan blinked his eyes in confusion.

“Master, isn't it said that White Deer's dad isn't good at fighting?”

The bear person glanced at Attilan faintly.

“You believe it just because he said that?

The Ancestor's Wooden Horn Deer form does not have the powerful frontal combat ability of dragons or titans, but that doesn't mean he's weak.”

“The life magic he masters can make you clearly know that sometimes living is a kind of torment.

You should be very clear that life magic, in addition to healing oneself and companions, can also be used in reverse.”

Attilan nodded and said:

“I've tried it on weeds in the forest.

Combining the life-leeching skills I developed from my Acid Mist Breath, I can't even instantly drain the life force of a weed.”

The bear person snorted in dissatisfaction.

“Don't even talk about extracting life force, even when infusing life force for healing, you can't fully utilize the life force you infuse.

At most, only 70% of the 100% life force infused is effective.”

“Last time you were healing the locust tree, have you ever wondered why I only let you be responsible for making the Water of Life?”

Attilan lowered his head, pretending to be an ostrich.

The Storm Giant waved his hand with a smile.

“Geogai, are you scolding your disciple in front of me because you hope I can give him some pointers?”

The bear person respectfully lowered his head.

“If he could get your guidance, that would indeed be his honor.”

Attilan quickly followed the bear person and respectfully saluted the Storm Giant.

“Speaking of which, I once fought dragons to the death in a certain world.

I don't know how many giants and dragons died in that world and became the world's resources.

Now I actually have to guide a dragon in cultivation.”

“How interesting.”

Attilan asked curiously:

“Is that the legendary war where giants and dragons fought for dominance of the astral world, and simultaneously launched boundless wars in countless material planes?”

The Storm Giant raised his head, a look of recollection in his eyes.

“It should be, after that war, there were far fewer giants and dragons in the material plane.

Those small races gradually became the dominant races in the material plane.”

“After that war, I don't know how many years I was in a slump, until I met the dwarf who broke into my house and wanted to find the Titan records.”

“It was your master, that guy with iron and fire, who told me what was the right thing to do if I wanted to revitalize the giant race.”

The bear person asked curiously:

“Master Oberisk, have you found a way to revitalize the giants?”

Attilan asked nervously:

“After the giants are revived, are they going to go to war with the dragons again?

Let me state first that we Elemental Dragons and Color Dragons, Metal Dragons are not in the same camp.”

“We Elemental Dragons didn't participate in the original battle, so the giants' affairs have nothing to do with us.

You are generous, so don't bother with us little Elemental Dragons.”

The Storm Giant pointed at Attilan with a smile.

“Geogai, your disciple is really interesting.”

“Don't worry, what I want to revive is the Giant Race that belongs to the Giants.

The war with the dragons in the past has nothing to do with the new Giant Race.”

What Giant Race that belongs to the Giants?

If the Giant Race doesn't belong to the Giants, then who does it belong to?

Seeing the doubt in Attilan's eyes, the Storm Giant was about to continue when he suddenly heard a very loud and long rooster crow.

The Storm Giant stood up, his massive frame bringing a strong sense of oppression to Attilan. This Storm Giant's height was probably close to Ultraman's.

For a juvenile monster like him, just over ten meters long, it seemed he could take them down with a single punch.

"I've wanted to kill this chicken and eat it for a long time. It's perfect that you guys came today, I'll treat you to some meat! It wasn't easy for me to catch it, and I barely managed to domesticate it into a meat chicken suitable for giant farming."

"It's almost useless now, squawking inappropriately every day, disturbing my quiet reading. Come with me, let's eat first, and taste the ingredients I've cultivated on this farm."

Hearing the word 'eat,' Attilan's eyes immediately lit up with a bright light.

This was a Storm Giant quasi-god who had lived for who knows how many years, personally cultivating these ingredients. Attilan was naturally very excited. He wondered if his magic power would suddenly increase by a large amount after eating them?

Following the Storm Giant to the chicken coop where the wild chickens were raised, Attilan looked at the creatures inside the wooden fence and asked in surprise:

"Master, are you sure this is a chicken?"

What entered Attilan's eyes wasn't a wild chicken covered in feathers as he knew it. This 'chicken' that the Storm Giant spoke of, although it had two wings, and the wings had feathers,

it was covered in a layer of cyan, fine scales, and had a long tail with messy feathers growing on it.

As this 'chicken' flapped its wings, Attilan saw that there was also a pair of very small wings under its large wings.

Good, no need to worry about not having enough chicken wings to eat.

"This chicken, isn't it a bit too primitive?"

But primitive as it was, this chicken was indeed big enough. One chicken was enough for Attilan, a dragon, to eat.

Have you ever eaten a chicken taller than a bear person, a full two meters tall?

That's right, this wasn't a wild chicken at all, it was a moa!

The Bear Person looked at this "wild chicken" and curiously asked:

"Master, can I see the meat chicken you domesticated?"

"Don't rush, let's eat first."

As expected of a forty-meter-tall giant, the pot for eating was a large iron pot with a diameter of five meters, and this iron pot also exuded an aura of magic.

Watching the master skillfully process the feathers and scales on the moa, and then use magic to cut the moa into appropriately sized pieces of meat, throwing them into the iron pot to add water and start stewing the chicken.

"Master, wait a moment!"

The Storm Giant was stunned and asked curiously:

"You don't like to eat chicken?"

"Of course not, I just wanted to ask, Master, are you also a magic chef?"

The Storm Giant thought for a moment.

"I guess so, at least the food I prepare does have certain magical effects."

Attilan still braced himself and said:

"Although this is my first time eating moa, I think that just adding water to boil it is a bit too simple. Boiling meat in plain water is convenient, but it's not tasty."

The Storm Giant waved his hand.

"Don't worry, I'll boil the chicken first, and then I'll add various plants to cook together, to ensure there are enough ingredients."

"What do you want to add, Master?"

"I also have pumpkins and apples here. Adding them will give the chicken a sweet and sour taste. I believe you will definitely like it."

So good, such rare ingredients. As a chef, Attilan definitely couldn't watch the ingredients being wasted.

"I'm actually a bit confident in my cooking skills, Master, how about letting me cook?"

The Storm Giant raised an eyebrow and said jokingly:

"That's naturally no problem, but if what you make isn't delicious, I won't guide your cultivation."

The Bear Person said lightly:

"Master, don't worry, this disciple of mine doesn't care about anything else, but he has thoroughly researched eating."

The Storm Giant looked at Attilan with a smile. His life had lost too much fun, and Attilan could do whatever he wanted, it would be good to bring him some fun.

"Then I'll look forward to the delicious food you make, Little Dragon."

"Master, do you have cooking oil here?"

"A few days ago, I killed a group of walruses by the sea. Can their oil be used?"

"Of course."

The Storm Giant took out a three-meter-tall earthenware jar from his tens-of-meters-high cupboard, which was full of snow-white oil.

The oil was put into the pot, the five-meter iron pot was lit, and more than three hundred pounds of processed chicken was poured into the oil pot, making a sizzling sound.

Soon, the chicken emitted a unique aroma.

"So, using oil first will make the chicken emit such a fragrance. What other ingredients do you need?"

Attilan asked:

"Do you have wine and spices?"

The Storm Giant waved his hand directly, and a dazzling array of ingredients appeared directly in front of Attilan.

"Spatial magic?"

"Yes, want to learn it? As long as this chicken is delicious, I'll teach you."

"I'm determined to get this spatial magic!"

Attilan directly rummaged through the ingredients that the Storm Giant had teleported over. Besides common spices such as bay leaves, pepper, cumin, and cloves, he even saw a kind of bright red dried chili.

One chili was about the same size as his dragon horn, as expected of a giant's farm.

The chili was ground into powder and added as a spice.

Attilan discovered that there were even moa eggs and ice wheat flour, so how could he not make some pancakes to eat?

Chicken, pancakes, Attilan instantly thought of firewood chicken and pot-sticker pancakes.

While using his mental power to control the chicken rolling in the iron pot, Attilan took out the old dough from the dimensional bag and began to knead the dough, preparing to make pot-sticker pancakes.

Pumpkins larger than his head could be directly used to make pumpkin carriages.

Pumpkin cakes were also arranged!

Wheat, pumpkins, and peas were the main grain crops grown on the giant's farm. Lettuce, mushrooms, and other vegetables were grown in small quantities, as well as fruits such as apples, peaches, and grapes.

"Peaches! It's been a long time since I've eaten them!"

Attilan kneaded the dough, and while waiting for the dough to ferment, he saw several bright red and pink water peaches, and couldn't help but pick one up and take a bite.

The Bear Person curiously asked:

"You were born here, when have you ever eaten peaches?"

"…"

"Master, it's okay if I ate peaches in my previous life and in my dreams, right?"

Attilan picked up a peach and took a bite.

"So sweet and juicy, it's great! Master, do you want one?"

Attilan really wanted to see how the Bear Person would eat this peach with a diameter of more than fifty centimeters.

The Bear Person waved his hand.

"Focus on cooking!"

"These mushrooms and lettuce can be added to the pot as side dishes after the chicken is almost cooked. There are indeed too few seasonings here, fortunately I brought my own."

With so much chicken, Attilan put all the seasonings he brought directly into it.

The side dishes were put into the pot, and the pot-sticker pancakes had also fermented well, one by one sticking to the edge of the iron pot, quickly emitting a wheat aroma after the dough fermented, steamed by the water vapor, and roasted on the iron pot.

The Storm Giant's eyes lit up instantly.

"This flour can actually be made like this, it seems that spatial magic is really going to be learned by you."

When the time came, Attilan lifted the lid of the pot, and a fragrance of chicken and spices instantly wafted over.