The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Although the Centaurs were hired by Artlan with money, he only paid the Horse King fifty gold coins for their services. With ten Centaur Rangers offering their friendly assistance, Artlan naturally wanted them to share in the spoils of the Minotaur camp.

The ground, which had originally turned into mud, had frozen into ice due to the rain, snow, and wind. Although the road was a bit slippery, it was much better than walking through mud.

There were still a few Minotaurs in the camp searching for treasures and food, and Artlan conveniently took them down together using his Vampire Vines. He said with a smile:

"The things are already sorted for us. Mepp, take the two apprentices and search again to see if anything was missed."

This group of Minotaurs was just a poor tribe. What seemed like a large pile of coins turned out to be all silver coins when opened, with hardly any gold coins.

More than three hundred silver coins, some damaged gold and silver jewelry, and five gold coins amounted to a total value of less than forty gold coins.

"Thank you, Horse King, for your generous help. We'll split these gold coins in half. As for the food, you also know that I've captured so many Minotaur prisoners, and I don't know how much food it will take to feed them."

"I'm afraid I can't share it with you. How about you pick a few Minotaurs to take with you?"

The Horse King glanced at the smelly Minotaurs with some disgust.

He didn't want any of these stupid and gluttonous Minotaurs. He ruled the Centaur tribe, and even when absorbing Centaurs into the tribe, the Horse King had to examine them before accepting them.

Let alone foreign Minotaurs.

"No need. We didn't put in much effort in this battle. Most of the arrows we shot can be recovered and reused, so this money is enough."

After the Centaurs divided the money, the Horse King led his people away in a carefree manner. Listening to the clattering of hooves, Artlan sighed at how freely the Centaurs lived, guarding their tribe of a hundred or so people and living by planting, hunting, and animal husbandry.

Without desires in their hearts, their lives were not so tiring.

Unlike Artlan, who was thinking about expanding his sphere of influence, he had more and more things to deal with. If he didn't expand his strength towards the wasteland, he wouldn't have provoked the Minotaurs.

The Tiger-men's fists were not hard enough. The Minotaur Chieftain woke up less than an hour after being knocked unconscious and immediately tensed his muscles, wanting to break the ropes after discovering he was tied up.

He wanted to mobilize his anger, but he found that he was willing but unable.

The more the Chieftain struggled, the more excited the Vampire Vines became, and the thorns kept absorbing his blood. Artlan sighed with emotion. It was said that one had a surge of blood courage, but after being heavily bled, even a level 11 Barbarian became a weakling.

He simply couldn't get angry.

"What are these things on me? Have the guts to let me go and fight again. If I lose, I'll be your slave, no problem!"

Artlan looked down and coldly scrutinized the Minotaur Chieftain.

"You've already lost. Now you are my slave. Why would you bet something that is already mine with me?"

The Minotaur Chieftain was confused by Artlan. He roared recklessly:

"Coward, where has your dignity as a dragon gone?!"

Artlan let out a loud dragon roar that drowned out the Chieftain's roar.

"Now you know that you've provoked a dragon! You even dared to kidnap and extort a dragon's kin. You're very brave!"

At this time, the Chieftain glared at the Half-goat in the corner.

"I thought it was just an exploration team of Fish-men. How would I know they were your kin!"

Artlan turned to look at the Half-goat and frowned, asking:

"Didn't you tell them?"

The Half-goat was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, that's not right!

"I'm not your kin, what would I say! You should ask those two."

The two apprentices' scalps went numb, and Number One nervously asked:

"You speak!"

"We found an oasis in the wilderness and caught a few fish in the water, which we roasted with the Sand Sheep. The Chieftain liked it very much. After inquiring about where there were many fresh fish, he led us to migrate here."

"Who knew that just two days after arriving, we ran into the Fish-men. It was difficult for us to catch fish in the river, so we decided to capture these two Fish-men and threaten them to help us catch fish."

Unexpectedly, this Minotaur Chieftain was a foodie!

Saying that he would let go and fight again, and if he won, he would obediently be a slave was nonsense. How could the words of a Minotaur be believed? He just wanted Artlan to let him go so he would have a chance to escape.

He was here to perform 'Minotaurs will never be slaves' for him. Artlan planned to directly show them the next sentence.

"From today onwards, all the Minotaurs are my slaves. Slaves who perform well will have the opportunity to gain freedom and become my kin!"

"Those who disobey will have their blood sucked dry by the Vampire Vines!"

The best object for killing the chicken to warn the monkey was naturally their Chieftain.

Originally, these captured Minotaurs were panicked after waking up, but after seeing that their Chieftain was also captured, they miraculously calmed down.

"It's okay, I'll go first."

Although his relationship with the Tiger-men was bad, the Tiger-men had helped him. At least he should ask them to stay for a meal. This was a tradition from the land of etiquette.

"Have a meal before you leave. You can taste the progress of Mepp's cooking during this time."

"That's right, that's right."

The Half-goat helped to smooth things over, hoping to ease the relationship between Artlan and the Tiger-men.

Sand Sheep was a very delicious food, but the Minotaurs' cooking method was worthy of their IQ. They didn't pluck the wool or process the internal organs, just stuck it directly on a wooden stick and roasted it.

Without any seasoning, the meat was roasted unevenly, with some parts burnt and some parts raw. Who would like to eat it?

No wonder the Chieftain liked to eat raw fish. After all, he had heard of people liking to eat sashimi, but he had never heard of anyone liking to eat raw sheep slices.

"Process this burnt sheep and stew it into soup. Clean the other sheep and slice them to be grilled on a stone slab. As for the Monkey Breadfruit, roast some directly, and take out the pulp from the rest to make jam to eat with the mutton."

"Remember not to throw away the fruit pits, they can be used to extract oil."

The Half-goat looked at Artlan in surprise. Did a water dragon like him also have the inherited memories of cooking these desert ingredients?

"I'll go find some ingredients nearby."

Artlan went around and only found some desert onions. When he came back, the mutton had already been processed and started roasting. He chopped the desert onions into small pieces and sprinkled them into the roasting mutton, and a rich aroma wafted through the camp.

All the Minotaurs were stimulated by the aroma and were constantly swallowing saliva. They were very curious about what the dragon was eating with them, and whether they would get a share.

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