The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

As the only merman among these generals whose talent wasn't entirely focused on strength, the Deep Sea General had to use his brains to achieve his current position.

Although he didn't fully understand what Attilan's plan was, he was very clear about one thing: his type of subordinate was clearly more popular with the new Great General.

As long as he could satisfy the Great General, perhaps his status could even surpass that of Man-Bull in the future, and he could command Man-Bull at will.

“Great General, don't worry, I will definitely find a route that allows the army to directly attack the human capital. Even if it requires exhausting all the Deep Sea Merman Striders under my command and sacrificing my own life, I will not stop.”

Attilan nodded in satisfaction. Look, there are still generals under Cthystis who want to improve. To improve, you need to have brains, be able to talk, and know how to handle people.

Guys like Man-Bull who only know how to rely on strength to gain status will eventually be replaced by others with more strength when their power declines. In contrast, brains are different.

As long as you don't become senile, brains are always more valuable the older you get. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a saying to describe old folks: old ginger is more spicy.

“Don't rush. Finding a route to directly attack the capital should be done slowly. Aren't there still rapid strike forces to deal with those human villages and towns that might expose the army's movements in advance?”

“Besides disrupting the enemy's logistics, their role can also serve as a cover for the plan to directly attack the capital. If half of the capital's garrison can be diverted, are the Deep Sea Mermen confident in opening the capital's gates?”

The Deep Sea General gritted his teeth and nodded sharply.

“Yes! No matter the cost, I will open the city gates!”

Attilan suddenly realized that he didn't have a map that could provide an overview of the entire situation, and immediately asked:

“Yes! I am different from them. When sneaking within the human kingdom, you must know the location of the target. You can't just run around like an angry bull.”

The map in front of Attilan was stitched together from several different pieces of fish skin. On it were drawn crooked terrain features and circles representing cities.

Attilan frowned as he looked at it.

“You should learn from your adoptive father's painter. The map is still too crude. I need a more detailed map.”

“Point out the locations of the human capital and Kabul for me.”

The Deep Sea General respectfully pointed to two places circled in red paint.

“There is a large river around the capital. We can infiltrate the capital through the river, but Kabul was specifically built on a mountain to prevent us from attacking.”

“Because we Deep Sea Mermen would sink their grain ships, they now use land transportation to transport grain, forcing the Deep Sea Mermen to only assassinate human nobles and grain supervisors.”

“To slow down their speed of collecting grain.”

Attilan patted the table with satisfaction.

The map and the Deep Sea General's slippery merman slime made it impossible for Attilan to pat the general's shoulder as encouragement.

“Very good. The difference in losses between land and water transportation is not small. The Deep Sea Mermen's contribution is not small just for this.”

“Generals, except for the three who are good at frontal combat, and the four I pointed out who are responsible for behind-enemy combat, the other generals will gather your troops for training.”

When these six generals heard that they were involved, they immediately looked at Attilan excitedly, but when they heard that they had to train, they immediately became anxious.

“Great General, what should we train?”

“Train your soldiers to line up like those humans and dwarves, like a wall, and charge at the enemy!”

“Most importantly, they must know, not through speaking, but through blowing horns, beating war drums, and striking iron plates, what sound means to assemble into a square, what sound means to attack, and what sound means to retreat.”

A bold general immediately said:

“But Great General, we don't know how to train. And what are horns, war drums, and iron plates?”

Man-Bull excitedly said:

“Our Minotaur shamans raise a special kind of bull. After the bull dies naturally, the shaman will use the bull's horns and fuse them with the bull's soul to create a horn that can enhance our strength when blown.”

“Charging after the horn sounds means there is no enemy we cannot defeat.”

The Four-Armed Merman also raised his four hands and said:

“We Shark-Head Mermen also have war drums made from shark skin. When beaten, they summon water elements to attach to our bodies, allowing our attacks to be imbued with the power of water elements.”

Attilan looked at Naga with a headache.

Naga was stunned for a moment.

“Great General, we don't have that, but our shamans will use the bones of slain magical beasts to make bone flutes, driving the souls of magical beasts to continue fighting in bodies formed by seawater.”

Attilan understood why they didn't have unified commands.

Everyone has a variety of musical auxiliary props. Blowing them all at the start of a battle, who can hear the Great General's commands?

“Then I will make an iron plate and have someone strike it with an iron rod to indicate retreat. You won't think there's a problem with that, right?”

Since it's a magical society, Attilan can only consider using high-magic props to assist in commanding the army.

“Audrey, do you have any auxiliary communication tools?”

Audrey thought for a moment and pointed to an unremarkable mermaid general among the generals.

“You, I remember you once offered me a type of sea snail that could communicate with each other. Can that kind of sea snail be cultivated in large quantities for use in communication?”

The mermaid general's face was a little ugly.

“Princess, communication sea snails are a very difficult magical beast to cultivate. Many of the sea snails that are cultivated have a communication range of no more than five kilometers. Like the pair I gave to the princess that could communicate within a thousand kilometers, I have never been able to cultivate them again since then.”

Audrey came back to her senses and thought for a moment, saying:

“I remember those sea snails didn't live long enough either. If you hadn't mentioned whether there were any tools in this regard, Attilan, I wouldn't have remembered. I remember they only lived for less than a year before they died.”

The mermaid general wiped his sweat and explained:

“Using this long-distance communication magic will consume the sea snail's lifespan. The farther the communication distance and the more times it is used, the faster the sea snail's lifespan is consumed.”

Attilan tapped the table.

“Like this, you steadily provide me with a batch of sea snails that can communicate within about ten kilometers, a small amount of those that can communicate within a hundred kilometers, and at least one pair of those that can communicate within five hundred kilometers.”

“Can you do it?”

The mermaid general wiped his sweat again and nodded firmly.

“Yes!”

Look, Cthystis still has a lot of talent under his command, but Cthystis simply doesn't care. He only needs those dragon-blooded individuals who have been immersed in the Sea of ​​Life for a long time and then activated the Ocean Wyrm bloodline.

The purpose of launching a war is to use the pressure of life and death to activate the power deep within their bloodlines. Strictly speaking, these guys can no longer be considered purebred races.

They are now descendants of the dragon race, and may even transform into oceanic wyverns, even if the probability is only about 0.000001.

They are all tools of Cerces, and I wonder how many of these dragon-blooded warriors will be left after Cerces's apotheosis ceremony. If it succeeds, can this method be used by me?

I am now Cerces's adopted son; my adoptive father wouldn't be so heartless, would he?

Relationships need to be cultivated. In the future, if there are any good things, I should remember to send a portion to my adoptive father.

It's like when I was initially forced by the bear-folk to become their apprentice. The bear-folk didn't necessarily have deep feelings for me; they just needed a tool dragon to verify their life science methods.

But after Attilan's conquest, didn't the bear-folk treat Attilan as their successor, planning to pass on this entire forest to him after their death?

The value of the bear-folk's forest is no less than a legendary mage's magic tower.

"I remember that merfolk can transform into humans. Merfolk are so beautiful, why isn't there merfolk involvement in behind-enemy-lines work?"

The merfolk general immediately said nervously:

"Great General, humans only covet our beauty. If beautiful merfolk women are sent into human kingdoms, they will only be captured and turned into slaves."

After speaking, he glanced at the deep-sea general, signaling for the general to help him speak.

The deep-sea general quickly said:

"Great General, we have actually tried it before, but those humans are indeed greedy. They may like beautiful merfolk, but they won't marry them."

"In any case, the wives of human nobles are always human. The merfolk we send out cannot get close to the core, and humans also know that His Majesty has a merfolk army under his command."

"Now it has become difficult for merfolk to operate on human kingdom lands, after all, merfolk cannot leave the water for long. Once a fishtail turns into legs, it is not so easy to change back."

"For ordinary merfolk, walking on land for a long time is actually a very painful thing."

Attilan's eyes narrowed. Saying so, his arrangement for the merfolk Lynn to repair river channels in the desert seemed a bit cruel?

Looking at the weak performance of the merfolk general and the deep-sea general, the surrounding generals all showed disdainful looks.

If it weren't for the relatively large number of merfolk, and the beautiful merfolk princess having a child with Cerces, and the merfolk general being the princess's brother, the merfolk general would not have been able to get a general's position at all.

Although dragons can discover the beauty of every race, and can even find the most beautiful tree among a group of trees.

But that doesn't mean dragons will have something happen with those most beautiful individuals.

The most common half-dragons appear among the elves, humans, and merfolk, these three intelligent races whose appearance can be praised as beautiful by most races.

For example, silver dragons, they have had the ability to transform into other races for a long time, but why do silver dragons like to transform into elves the most?

Isn't it because elves are all handsome men and beautiful women? In the eyes of dragons, they are more likely to exhibit beauty than other races. This is the excellent race in the eyes of dragons.

A good race is one without ugly individuals.

"Today's meeting ends here. Tomorrow, the six of you will train the soldiers to march in a phalanx. When they can walk one kilometer without deforming, the training will be considered complete."

After resting for a night in the room that had just been prepared for Attilan in the Crystal Palace, Attilan walked towards the north gate, twisting his neck, holding a smoked ham in his hand, eating as he walked.

As for Audrey, she was already excitedly waiting at the gate, and snatched the smoked ham from Attilan's hand when she saw it.

"I haven't even eaten it yet, what are you eating?"

Taking a bite, seeing Attilan still twisting his neck, she asked suspiciously:

"What's wrong with your neck?"

"Maybe it's because I changed environments. I didn't sleep well last night, and my neck is a bit uncomfortable."

"Who told you that I asked you to sleep with me yesterday, but you ran away directly? Seriously, the cloud bed you sent is really comfortable. It would be even better if the effect of improving strength could be better."

"Do you have any with better effects in your hand?"

Attilan looked at her faintly.

"If I had a second cloud bed in my hand, my neck wouldn't be uncomfortable when I slept last night."

Soon, three huge island turtles carrying the centaur, werewolf, and wild boar-man troops appeared outside the north gate.

Attilan and Audrey landed on the back of the leading island turtle.

"Depart!"

The speed of the island turtle is not fast, but an island turtle can carry tens of thousands of people. The huge size allows it to move a long distance at a time. Before long, Attilan led the troops to the river mouth south of the River Valley Kingdom.

"The island turtle can't pass in front, it's a good time to practice mountain marching and stealth."

Looking at the birds circling in the sky, disturbed by the army and not falling down, Attilan realized for the first time the help of natural affinity for army ambushes.

Who wouldn't know there's a problem in the mountains after seeing this!

Just after crossing a mountain, a team of werewolves who had gone to scout intelligence ran back.

"Great General, there is a village ahead."

"Good, attack. Remember not to kill too many people, try to keep them alive, unless they threaten your lives."

"Yes!"

However, when Attilan arrived at the entrance of the village, he smelled a strong bloody smell.

"What's going on! Didn't I tell you not to kill too many people!"

The werewolf general said helplessly:

"We want to too, but even if we don't hunt them down, they don't intend to escape at all, and rush towards us with broken pitchforks."

"We are werewolves, aren't they afraid?"

Attilan waved his hand helplessly.

"After all, it's the first time, it's normal for problems to occur, perform a little more normally in the next village."

In a row of thirteen villages, even if the werewolves and wild boar-men had been very restrained, they would still accidentally burst the farmers.

Attilan said calmly:

"The scouts report that there is a large town ahead, which is the core of communication between merchants in the Northern Kingdom. You go and take down this large town, remember, you must shout slogans, only take food, not lives!"

Attilan stood on the hill looking at the town below, the firelight very obvious in the night sky.

Soon, he received a message from the centaur.

"General, the enemy's resistance is very strong, there seems to be some important figure in the town."

"Audrey, do you want to go take a look?"

Audrey said excitedly:

"Although it's all bullying some weak guys, the blood and fire along the way have indeed made me satisfied. Important figure, if we catch a princess, should we take her back to your dragon's lair?"

Attilan waved his hand helplessly.

"Where is it so easy to catch a princess? You've listened to too many trashy stories written by humans, haven't you? If we really catch a princess, I will..."

Before Attilan could finish speaking, the centaur general ran back excitedly.

"Great General, we have captured the princess of the River Valley Kingdom!"