The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Attilan narrowed his eyes, revealing infinite killing intent in his pupils. Two hundred pounds of fresh fish was indeed not much, but the dragon would not accept extortion from the minotaur.

"Meep, according to your estimation, what is the strength of that minotaur chieftain?"

"Strong and strange. Minotaurs possess the Minotaur talent class, which is most suitable for them, but that chieftain feels like a pure-blooded barbarian. He had a wild bull spirit following him, and he scattered my illusion by holding a totem pole."

"His strength should be above mine!"

Attilan believed that the minotaur chieftain should be a level 10 barbarian. Even if he was higher, it wouldn't be by much, at most level 12.

The minotaur's challenge rating is level 3, which, when converted to a class level, could be level 18.

And Attilan's dragon challenge rating has increased to level 5 due to the growth and training of his dragon body. His druid level is currently level 5, so his class level is considered to be level 15. He actually can't beat that damn minotaur.

"Fifty gold coins, do you think we can hire the Horse King to fight?"

"If we only hire the Horse King to fight alone, we may not be able to take down the minotaur tribe. Before I escaped, I roughly observed the minotaurs who besieged us. There were about twenty of them, all holding large wooden sticks, like a tribe of all barbarians."

"I think we need to hire at least ten centaur rangers to fight! It's just that we don't have enough wealth to hire centaurs to fight for us, and the reason why centaurs live in the forest is that they don't want to be caught in endless mutual slaughter."

Attilan rubbed his claws together.

"Go find the Tigerman. She won't refuse to help since your apprentice was captured. I'll go persuade the Horse King. Our goal is just to rescue the two fishmen. This is a righteous war!"

He suddenly remembered that he hadn't looked at the magic material package that the Vine Woman gave him. Expressing sincerity with magic cuisine should be able to persuade the Horse King to help.

"Let's go back to Greenscale Town first. We'll make some magic cuisine for the Tigerman and the Horse King as a reward."

Returning to Greenscale Town as quickly as possible, Attilan opened the package and saw that the contents were really too rich. The Vine Woman seemed to have used some kind of magic to expand the package's capacity.

Unfortunately, after opening it, the package's space magic became ineffective.

The ingredients prepared by the Vine Woman included a bottle of apple sauce, some kind of magical beast's floral ham, another jar of golden honey, hickory nuts, a small bucket of wine, and a few green bird eggs.

Apple sauce was used as a filling wrapped in flour, coated with honey on the outside, and baked into a golden apple pie.

The ham was cut into small pieces and added to chicken soup made with pheasant, seasoned with a little honey, and golden oil floated on the surface of the chicken soup, tempting the appetite.

The bird eggs were stirred into a golden liquid and steamed in a pot, then hickory nuts and honey were poured into a stone pot for stir-frying, and finally drizzled on top of the smooth and tender steamed eggs, with a rich and tempting aroma.

There was too little wine, and it certainly wouldn't be satisfying to drink directly. First, oranges were mashed to make orange juice with a sweet and sour taste half the volume of the wine, filtered to remove impurities, and an oak barrel was prepared to pour the wine and orange juice into it.

Add an appropriate amount of honey, add the same volume of ice cubes as the orange juice, mix well, and sprinkle mint leaves on the surface as a garnish. A chilled alcoholic beverage was made.

When the Horse King saw that it was Attilan who had come, carrying a large bag of things in his hand, he knew that a big trouble was waiting for him. After all, he was a disciple of Master Gai'ogai, and he still had to listen to Attilan's needs first.

As for whether it can be done and how to do it, it has to be discussed.

"Magic cuisine, Horse King, am I good to you?"

The Horse King smiled calmly, but in his heart, he wanted to close the door and see him off.

"Try it quickly."

Although he didn't really want to help, the magic cuisine was really great. Not only was the taste the best of the food that the Horse King had ever eaten, but his body seemed to be a little lighter under the nourishment of magic power.

"Horse King, I just sent two fishmen to the wilderness to explore some information, and a group of minotaurs captured them, and they want me to give them twice the weight in fresh fish in exchange."

The Horse King said indifferently:

"It's just some fresh fish, there's no need to fight them, right?"

"Fight! We must fight! This time it's fresh fish, next time they'll want more. Could it be that I'll give it all to them? We must beat them hard and let them know who is the master of this land!"

"These magic cuisines and these fifty gold coins are all my rewards. I hope the Horse King can lead his clansmen and help me get the fishmen back! Just get the people back, I don't ask that you must kill how many minotaurs."

"All the fishmen under my command who can fight will participate in this battle! They sincerely regard me as their master, so I can't abandon any fishman!"

The Horse King is a level 13 ranger. He alone can block the minotaur chieftain. With the Tigerman and the centaur rangers holding back the other minotaur elites, Attilan can quickly lead the fishmen to kill the other minotaurs.

"Okay! That's spirited, but we won't directly resist the minotaur's charge. You and the fishmen can only rely on this."

"Horse King is straightforward! Leave the front to us with confidence!"

For a time, the dining table was filled with the happy laughter of the two.

The exchange time agreed upon by the minotaur chieftain and the half-goat was the next morning, so the centaurs needed to take action now. The Horse King led ten centaurs with ranger levels above level 4 and rushed towards the wilderness.

Attilan also returned to Greenscale Town and led all the fishmen towards the minotaur territory.

There were only ten iron spear soldiers, and the rest were holding bone fish forks or bows and arrows.

The bows were made of oak bow bodies, bowstrings woven from vine filaments, arrow feathers came from pheasants and wild ducks, and the arrowheads were made of various bones of suitable sizes, provided by wild boars, giant lizards, and big fish.

The male fishmen held short weapons and lined up in two rows. The erected iron spears and bone forks looked barely decent. The female fishmen held bows and arrows and stood in two groups on the left and right behind the spearmen.

Since being subdued by Attilan, the old fishman had been conducting limited military training on the tribe according to his instructions. Now that fifty fishmen quickly formed a battle formation, he realized that the training content was so effective.

Such high-end equipment as bows and arrows was not matched with the fishmen who were good at water warfare, and the Swamp Wyvern was also intentionally restricting the tribes under his command from mastering equipment manufacturing knowledge.

Attilan thought that they couldn't even make the very simple bows and arrows.

"Are the wooden carts and fresh fish ready?"

"They have already been sent to the wilderness. They should be there soon by waterway. Dragon Lord, those are the carts that we managed to make. It would be a pity if they were destroyed like this."

Attilan looked solemnly at the sky.

"Sacrifice is necessary to block the minotaur's charge. If the carts are destroyed, we'll just make them again."

For this battle, he had specially brought the Creeping Vine from the forest in order to reduce the casualties of the fishmen and capture enough minotaur slaves.

He didn't plan to let this minotaur tribe go. If the entrance to the wilderness was blocked, how could he develop his power?

"Beat the drums, advance!"

Having not heard the drums for a long time, Attilan coughed twice in embarrassment.

"Full army attack! Skin the minotaurs to make big drums!"

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