The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Atilan smiled and took out the various ingredients prepared by the old merman from his dimensional pouch.

"I brought some good stuff. Have someone set up an iron plate. I'll do it myself. We can eat and talk about what exactly happened to the Frost Giants in the north."

The Dwarf King waved his hand and laughed heartily.

"Great! It's been a long time since I've had a dish made by the Dragon Lord himself. I remember when we went to the desert to compete for forging treasures. At that time, the Dragon Lord caught a desert giant lizard and roasted it into golden-yellow pieces of meat."

"That taste, I haven't had such delicious barbecue a second time since then. Although dwarves are good at using flames to forge iron, they seem to have no talent for cooking with fire."

With a wave of the Dwarf King's hand, the surrounding guards set up a barbecue grill at the fastest speed. Those guards also went on that expedition back then. Such a big desert giant lizard, the guards also got a piece of meat.

Now that they have the opportunity to taste the Dragon Lord's barbecue skills again, they are even more active than the Dwarf King. After all, the Dwarf King can still enjoy the skills of the palace chefs.

They were miserable, only able to endure the big stew made by the one at home. If they dared to say it wasn't delicious, an axe as big as a door panel would be chopped at their heads.

The temper of dwarven women is even more fiery than that of men, which is why elite dwarven female warriors continue to emerge.

Atilan handed a skewer of golden-yellow barbecue, each piece of meat the size of a fist, to the Dwarf King, who couldn't wait to take a big bite.

"The beef raised in the Dragon Lord's land is still the best. The highland yaks raised by us dwarves, and even the white yaks magically raised by the Frost Giants, don't have such good meat quality."

"You can still eat white yaks? I remember that's a magical cow cultivated by the Frost Giants that carries a certain ice element bloodline, right? Does it taste good?"

The Dwarf King frowned and shook his head.

"I can feel that the meat quality of the white yak is actually not bad, but we dwarves can't figure out a suitable cooking method. We can't be like the Frost Giants."

"Roughly removing the fur and internal organs, and then using a wooden stick to directly beat the beef that has not separated from the bones into meat sauce, and finally eating the beef sauce with ice residue raw, right?"

Atilan's mouth twitched. Only Frost Giants could eat this barbaric cooking method. No, and white dragons.

Many young white dragons are attracted by the traps set by Frost Giants using white yak meat sauce. Stupid white dragon cubs are always captured by this simple trap, who made white dragons like to eat frozen meat?

White yaks, a magical beast with the ice element bloodline, are simply their favorite.

"Since I'm here today, let me try to analyze the most suitable cooking method for white yaks. I don't think the Dwarf King would be reluctant to part with a few white yaks, right?"

The Dwarf King jumped up excitedly.

"Willing! We traded a large batch of iron farm tools that can be used for a long time in low-temperature environments with the New Giants. In order to satisfy their tall stature, a lot of materials were used."

"The price of farm tools is naturally not cheap, so we got a lot of frost wheat and white yaks planted by them from the New Giants. They eat wheat themselves, and the wheat stalks are used to feed the cows."

"The number of white yaks raised is much larger than that of the barbaric Frost Giants. Last time, we traded fifty white yaks to us in one go, and now there are still forty left."

"Go, bring five white yaks to the Dragon Lord."

The size of the white yak is very large. After all, it is a meat supplement raised by giants. The back height is three meters. The meat cut from one cow can feed twenty dwarves.

Atilan was processing the white yak, and the Dwarf King came up with a smile and said:

"Dragon Lord, I found that there are some better quality wheat grains in the wheat traded to us by the Frost Giants. After eating it, it actually improved my Avatar of the Heavenly God."

"Although the effect is not much, if I hadn't practiced the Avatar of the Heavenly God for nearly three hundred years, I might not have noticed this slight improvement. This little improvement is nothing to me."

"But if I can eat it every day, it will greatly help my children improve their strength, especially when they compete for the next Dwarf King in the future, so I..."

Atilan nodded with a smile. He understood why the Dwarf King said just now that the dwarves would fully support him.

"No need to say it, Dwarf King, do you hope that I can help you get some more high-quality frost wheat?"

The Dwarf King nodded.

"That's right."

"High-quality frost wheat should also help the growth of Frost Giants. I don't know how much I can get. I don't know if the Dwarf King has calculated how much frost wheat a dwarf needs to practice the Avatar of the Heavenly God a day?"

"At least ten catties, and it must be eaten with the black horned sheep that we specially cultivated to assist the practice of the Avatar of the Heavenly God. The two formulas will definitely awaken the Avatar of the Heavenly God."

Atilan said firmly:

"Since the Dwarf King is firmly on my side now, then no matter what, I will get you at least one person's share of frost wheat, so that you can push your favorite child to the throne."

The Dwarf King seemed a little embarrassed, and finally gritted his teeth and said:

"Only one person's share... Thank you, Dragon Lord."

Don't look at the fact that frost wheat grows very large, but in fact, a grain of wheat is very light. It is not easy to get one person's share of 4,000 catties of high-quality frost wheat a year from the Frost Giants.

"Dragon Lord, don't worry, I will exchange those frost wheat with you for high-quality magic weapons."

"By the way, there is one more thing that may need your help. The Grand Duke of the Western Territory of the Northern Kingdom, I have some transactions with him. He recently had some ideas about the throne of the Northern King."

"He must be short of weapons and equipment. I hope you send an envoy to tell him that he can pay a deposit with gold coins and settle with grain after he takes the Southern Territory."

Although the Dwarf King didn't understand why Atilan wanted to interfere in the internal affairs of the Northern Kingdom, he still nodded.

"No problem, I will write a letter in a while and let the envoy take it to the Grand Duke."

If it was before getting the grain planted by the Wood Elves, the Dwarf King, who needed to trade farm tools and weapons for the grain of the Northern Kingdom, would definitely not rashly interfere in this kind of rebellion.

"Actually, he contacted me before, but our tradition is not to interfere in the demand for weapons and equipment during human civil wars. Anyway, whoever is the winner will definitely continue to buy farm tools and weapons from us."

"But since the Dragon Lord has made a request, I will definitely try my best to satisfy it, but I don't know, how much weapons and equipment do you need me to provide him?"

Atilan said with a smile:

"It must be enough for him to win the Southern Territory and the Royal Territory, but not too easily."

The Dwarf King nodded and said:

"Except for the Northern Territory, the Royal Territory and the other three territories have transactions with us. There are even many dwarves in the Northern Kingdom helping them maintain weapons and equipment. I basically understand the number of troops in the four regions."

"If you want the Duke of the West to win, you might need to provide him with 20,000 sets of weapons and armor. It's a bit too difficult for one West to fight against the entire Northern Kingdom."

"The Duke of the West has joined forces with the Duke of the East to launch a rebellion. The pressure shouldn't be that great. After taking the South, they'll basically lock in their victory."

The Dwarf King's eyes shifted, and he began to calculate how many weapons and equipment to provide to the Duke of the West.

"Five thousand sets should be enough for them to take the South. With the equipment replenishment from the South, they'll have no problem reaching the capital. It just depends on their ability to take the capital."

It wasn't until this moment that the Dwarf King roughly understood what Atilan wanted to do. He was indeed quite straightforward, but that didn't mean he was a fool. Being able to become the Dwarf King and sit firmly on the throne proved that he was a qualified king.

"Since Dragon Lord wants the Northern Kingdom, then I will naturally have to help."

All the signs made the Dwarf King understand that as long as he held onto Atilan's coattails, then the Dwarf Kingdom could achieve better development, even if the Dwarf Kingdom might nominally cease to exist.

But their dwarves would definitely still live in these mining cities, exchanging agricultural tools, weapons, and armor for the grain needed to meet their living needs, just like now.

Even if they became Atilan's people and suffered a disaster that prevented them from providing enough mineral output, Atilan would still arrange manpower and resources for disaster relief.

The Dwarf King had long seen that this Dragon Lord, who thought himself fierce, cunning, and ambitious, was actually a good person at heart.

Have you ever seen a greedy and ferocious king share food with the people, letting them eat until they can't eat anymore?

Wasn't the big pot of rice that Atilan prepared for his dependents for them to eat until they were full? Of course, if they didn't work hard, the whip would be directly lashed on their bodies.

Wanting to be lazy and eat his free rice was only possible in dreams.

With year-round work, the druids' control over nature allowed Atilan's dependents to have endless farm work in every season.

Especially now that the kingdom's land still needed to be reclaimed into farmland, and the reclaimed farmland still needed to be nurtured. Most of the farmland reclaimed from the wasteland was inferior land.

Now, with the nourishment of the water veins, and after five consecutive years of planting fertile pasture, the reclaimed farmland had basically become medium-grade land.

Inferior land could only yield 80% of the output, medium-grade land yielded 100%, and superior land yielded 120%. Of course, superior land in the fertile wetlands could hardly be directly reclaimed.

After several years of maintenance, most of the farmland reclaimed from the wetlands had become superior land. The He Dong water towns had become the kingdom's granary, producing nearly 70% of the grain.

If the wasteland hadn't been transformed into grasslands, raising a large number of livestock, the core position of Great Horn Town would not have been maintained.

In fact, the current Great Horn Town is also composed of two parts: the old Great Horn Town in the west and the new Great Horn Town in He Dong, close to the wetlands. The two urban areas look like a pair of sharp horns from the air, representing the power of the Atlantis Kingdom.

"I know that the Dwarf Kingdom has been buying grain from the Northern Kingdom because it's close. Transporting grain from the Water Elf Kingdom is a long journey and the losses are great."

"Dwarf King, rest assured, I will definitely ensure your grain supply. The farmland reclaimed in my territory is increasing, already exceeding the output of the Southern territory of the Northern Kingdom."

The Dwarf King's eyes widened.

"Has Dragon Lord established a country for less than five years, and already has so much grain production?"

Atilan proudly nodded.

"That's right. Thanks to some loyal talents under my command, who have been reclaiming farmland and cultivating improved varieties non-stop, we have the current grain production."

In fact, in order to have a grain production that surpassed the Southern Territory, which had been reclaimed for hundreds of years and had almost all suitable, and even unsuitable land, reclaimed into farmland, Atilan not only counted his He Xi, He Dong, but even the grassland that had just been semi-greened.

Even the three halfling towns that had not yet been fully controlled were counted in.

The town closest to the forest had fully sided with Atilan. In the riverside town, the town chief had been replaced by a halfling who was close to the Atlantis Kingdom thanks to the efforts of Fizz and Anzu.

Even the Iron Mine Town, which was closest to the dwarves, had noticed the change in the wind. After all, even the dwarves who protected them had sided with the Dragon Lord, so they naturally knew what the right choice was.

The halflings of the three towns, as well as the minotaurs, fishmen, and centaurs who had infiltrated over the years, had doubled the farmland of the three towns. The more than ten mills set up by the minotaurs and centaurs also quickly transformed the wheat into flour.

The oases in the southwestern desert had been completely taken over by Atilan's generals, without the dwarves and wood elves interfering.

Even in the larger oases, druids had been stationed and had begun to try to connect these oases together. Now, all that was needed was a water vein that nourished life to appear.

And the druid responsible for transporting water vapor had been unanimously determined by everyone's vote to be a certain genius who had absorbed water vapor in Moonshadow Lake for two and a half years.

When Atilan returned to his loyal Water Cellar Town with the ten white yaks that the Dwarf King had stuffed into his hands, he saw Hedwig leisurely standing on a wooden stake, enjoying the care of the centaurs.

"Hedwig, why are you here?"

Hedwig simply raised her claws and handed a letter to Atilan.

"What, they've already built the magic farm?"

Atilan rushed to Great Horn Town in surprise, but he didn't feel any abnormal magical fluctuations.

When he found the barmaid, the group of druids who had been coaxed to build the magic farm were lying in rocking chairs, leisurely drinking wine.

"Haven't you finished it? Why can't I feel the energy field of the magic farm?"

The barmaid lazily said:

"According to your design drawings, activating the energy field also requires a water vein running through the farm. You know that our strength simply cannot control such an energy-surging water vein."

"So the final work can only be left to you. Of course, we will also assist you in summoning more water elements from the elemental plane."

Atilan excitedly rubbed his hands together.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's take action now!"

The barmaid glared at him angrily.

"We are humans, not livestock! Even livestock need time to rest! If you're really anxious, then do it yourself! Here's the new blueprint."

Atilan shrugged. The water element needed to activate the energy field would be very large, but in fact, the farm couldn't withstand, or rather, couldn't use so much water element.

In order not to waste the power of the water vein, Atilan believed that the water element spring set underground needed to be connected to the Southwest River.

Sending the excess water vapor into the desert to try to create more oases in the desert.

Looking at the arrow pointing to the desert on the blueprint, and the design drawing of the water vein's direction, Atilan suddenly felt that something was wrong.