The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Sand Dust Wyrm, a descendant born from the combination of Earth-type Mountain Wyrm and Wind-type Cloud Wyrm among the Elemental Dragons. Due to the poor compatibility between the two parent attributes, the talent of the Sand Dust Wyrm is not much different from that of the White Dragon.

Of course, this refers to the combat power of the Sand Dust Wyrm. Their intelligence is definitely much higher than that of the White Dragon. At least they are not as mentally retarded as White Dragons, reaching the level of beasts.

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Attilan looked at him with disdain. What do you mean by not pretending anymore? You just accidentally blurted it out in a moment of excitement.

"Do you want me to tell the Tigerman?"

"Hatred is a double-edged sword. The bad side is hitting your thick-skinned face, and the good side will naturally make her grow quickly. If you continue to focus on expanding your power like you are now."

"The day you surpass Tyr with hard power is probably going to be postponed for a few years, until you become a young dragon."

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river is also possible. The most interesting part of competing with short-lived species is bullying their decrepit old age.

A sixty-year-old young dragon, bullying an old man, no, what's the point of bullying an old woman.

Ten years!

In ten years, he will beat the Tigerman to the point of crawling on the ground!

After the last battle with the Tigerman made her vomit blood in anger, Attilan didn't want to beat her to death so much. This caused him to slack off for a while. Now it seems that having a clear enemy is very helpful for the improvement of strength.

"Don't think about using me to interfere with Tyr's determination to cultivate. It's best to do some things yourself to get the best results. We elders will, at most, escort you from behind."

"But, don't create a major event that I can't handle either, understand?"

The Bearman is not worried about the Tigerman. He is worried that Attilan's blind expansion of power will provoke enemies that even he can't beat. Fortunately, Attilan will choose to be low-key when his strength is insufficient.

He is afraid that Attilan will become inflated after knowing his strength.

Attilan is not stupid. He needs four masters like the Bearman to be able to walk sideways. Even if the Ancient Gold Dragon with the highest challenge rating comes, he has to avoid the Bearman and them.

Attilan subconsciously asked again.

"Master, are you level 26?"

The Bearman slapped him unhappily.

"What! Do you want to instigate me to find a few friends to slay a dragon together?"

Attilan shamelessly leaned forward.

"I'm just curious. Slaying a dragon must have a justified reason. Who would dare to slay a dragon casually for no reason."

"What's the point of telling you? Is it to let you provoke a strong enemy? If I don't tell you, you still know to take it easy. If I tell you, are you going to provoke your opponent by skirting the edge?"

"Alright, you remember one thing. If you want to have 100,000 acres of farmland, you must learn to manage the desert."

Attilan looked at the Bearman expectantly:

"Yes, I will definitely work hard and live up to Master's expectations. By the way, Master, do you have any recommendations for plants to plant in the desert?"

The Bearman waved his hand.

"If I have to tell you everything, what kind of druid are you? There is everything you need in the forest. Go find it yourself. Also, when is Meipu coming back?"

"Don't forget my honey bread!"

After speaking, the Bearman left, not even waiting for Attilan to answer.

The old man just came to him specifically because his diet has recently deteriorated and he wanted to eat honey bread, pretending to be indifferent, but as a result, he exposed his strength.

When he arrived at the Treant's garden and learned that Attilan wanted purple cloud clover seeds, she was a little surprised.

"Do you want to raise bees to make honey? Remember to plant some other flowers around, so that the bees don't just eat the nectar of purple cloud clover, they will die from bloating."

Fortunately, the Treant told him in advance. He only knew that cattle and sheep would die from bloating if they ate too much purple cloud clover. He didn't expect that bees would also bloat from eating the nectar of purple cloud clover.

After Attilan explained the use of purple cloud clover, the Treant said as a matter of course:

"The soil there is too poor. You might as well just cut down a piece of forest in the forest and open it up as farmland for planting. It is much more fertile than the land you carefully cultivated in the south."

"If the land is no longer fertile, just change a piece of land and come again. Anyway, your master is the best at planting trees!"

Speaking of the Bearman planting trees, the Treant couldn't help but grit her teeth. It seems that they had a lot of conflicts because of planting trees in the past.

"I plan to open up 100,000 acres in the south. This is a great test of the druid's ability to manage the earth, and it is also a very meaningful practice for me, from desert to grassland, from grassland to forest."

"Even if I don't become a legend, I think a Grand Druid is inevitable."

The Treant pursed her lips, as if she remembered something unhappy.

"Then it will probably take many years."

Attilan asked curiously:

"Auntie, how long did it take you to transform this place from a desert into a forest?"

"Less than a hundred years, and I was promoted to legend because of this. I think if you really do it, you will definitely be able to break through the legend. After all, the area and transformation difficulty of the southwest desert, if it can really be turned into a forest, I guess a level 30 druid is not enough."

The Treant's words made Attilan change his original plan.

He decided to first dredge the river channels and transport as much water from the lake to the southwest as possible, starting the transformation from both sides of the river channel. As long as there is water and suitable plants, transforming the desert is really not difficult at all.

Under the premise of maintaining the existing green area, push the green-yellow dividing line to the southwest as much as possible, making progress one step at a time. In his lifetime, the green hat plan for the southwest desert will definitely be realized.

If he says he will, he definitely will!

Who told him that as long as he is not killed, he can live for three thousand years.

It is unrealistic to manage the entire desert by relying on him alone, so it is necessary to recruit more high-quality labor to help, such as the Minotaur, a race that integrates farming and war, should be vigorously introduced.

There are also centaurs, who are both races that can farm and fight. Otherwise, why does everyone like to say that they will repay your kindness by working like a cow and a horse.

Attilan believes that it is necessary to give them some sweetness to taste.

When Attilan first saw purple cloud clover in the Treant's garden, he planned to promote this plant in his territory in the future, which can replenish soil fertility, feed livestock, and provide bee honey sources and other functions.

Of course, if you directly give the Minotaur and Centaur raw purple cloud clover, they will definitely be angry, so it is imperative to train more chefs.

Attilan believes that it is time to recruit halfling chefs as dependents.