The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Atilan felt a sudden pang of anxiety, prompting him to put down the large pig leg in his hand, frown, and ask Old Rascal:

“Old Rascal, I feel uneasy, and I instinctively want to go back to the place where Master teleported me. What do you think is happening?”

Atilan's words instantly gave Old Rascal an extremely bad feeling.

“We'll teleport directly over!”

But when they teleported back, apart from the traces of tainted blood buried by the Vine Woman, there were no other abnormal circumstances around.

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Atilan frowned as he examined the surrounding environment, but he didn't find any factors that could cause his anxiety.

“Old Rascal, is it just my imagination?”

Old Rascal didn't speak, but cast spells in all directions.

“Something's wrong! Just now, Jaina and Gaia extracted a large amount of natural magic. Even when Jaina came back later to bury and purify the tainted blood, she tidied up.”

“The magical traces here are too normal, not at all like an environment that has just experienced a large magical fluctuation.”

Old Rascal knew about the Vine Woman; all her thoughts were focused on the Bearman, and she couldn't possibly have the mind to smooth out the damage to the surrounding environment caused by the gathering of magic.

Atilan narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of killing intent.

“Deliberately smoothing out the energy fluctuations is to prevent others from discovering he was here, but he didn't expect that the actions he took to hide himself would instead expose his existence.”

Old Rascal shook his head.

“It's not that simple. If you hadn't suddenly felt uneasy and wanted to come back to take a look, we wouldn't have been able to notice this clue and discover that the forest had been invaded.”

“Now that we've discovered that someone has invaded, but we can't find any traces left by the invader, it seems we can only mobilize all the druids in the forest to search.”

“Any abnormal places must be cleared, and we must not allow any problems to occur in the forest's defense system.”

Atilan grabbed a handful of soil and rubbed it.

“Old Rascal, I'm not worried about that guy staying in the forest to cause destruction; I'm just afraid that he'll come out of the Emerald Dream and go to other places to cause trouble.”

“After things get big, he'll connect with the things in the Emerald Dream, collude internally and externally, and suddenly break open the seal of Moonglade, occupying the entire Emerald Dream.”

Atilan's intuition allowed his thoughts to extend continuously.

The most likely idea is that the thing they can't find came out of Moonglade with the Bearman.

Old Rascal wasn't stupid either; he placed his palm on the ground to communicate with the natural magic network.

“Are you saying that the thing followed behind Gaia, and crawled out along the cracks in the seal of Moonglade?”

Atilan nodded and continued:

“That's right. Since Master can enter through the cracks in the seal, why can't the things inside come out? The big ones are restricted by the seal and can't come out, but the small ones can always come out, right?”

Old Rascal suddenly clapped his hands.

“Zerg! It must be the Zerg that Gaia mentioned. I didn't expect them to have evolved to this level of intelligence, knowing to send out forward哨 troops to seek ways to break the seal.”

Although the Zerg were created by the God-Nemeses, strictly speaking, the Zerg are also victims of the God-Nemeses event.

The God-Nemeses arbitrarily drive these creatures affected by their Nemesis power, and don't care about the life or death of the Zerg.

The God-Nemeses like to stay in Moonglade to self-seal, but the Zerg don't want to!

Only by leaving Moonglade can they have a real opportunity to grow their population.

If there are enough resources to use, the Zerg would not have developed the technology of using the corpses of their own kind as breeding energy.

Atilan stroked his chin and thought.

“Old Rascal, do you think it's possible for us to subvert the Zerg?”

“That's Nemesis power! A special power that even the gods can't do anything about. Do you really think you're the God of Food?!”

“You even want to purify the Nemesis power. Gaia only asked you to process the Zerg as ingredients, and never thought about transforming the Zerg and then letting the Zerg become the most powerful army in the hands of the Natural Council.”

As a cross-border force, the Natural Council naturally also formed its own army.

With druids as commanders, Life Ancient Trees and Pixies as the core of the banner, beasts, magical beasts, treants, and elemental life as ordinary soldiers.

Of course, there are also those druids whose lifespans are about to run out, who, in order to continue to exist in the material world, transform themselves into spirit creatures or elemental life, forming elite corps.

Atilan also felt that his vision was somewhat limited by the druids and elemental dragons.

There was already a druid playing with bugs, but he still didn't realize the war potential of the Zerg.

“Old Rascal, since the God-Nemeses can use their divine power to influence and give birth to the Zerg, why can't our druids' natural divine power create a powerful Zerg army?!”

Old Rascal sighed.

“Because such an army can only bring destruction and can't do anything else, while the Natural Council's army, in addition to destruction, is also good at creation.”

“Compared to destruction, creation is the characteristic that the Natural Council values.”

Atilan also sighed.

But without destruction, they can only be destroyed by the enemy.

Old Rascal also revealed a secret of the universe.

“Atilan, you must be clear that the reason why the Natural Council doesn't have a god, but can continue to exist without being destroyed, is because we are an organization that is good at creation.”

“Only an organization that is good at creation can be accepted and followed, and your increasingly large territory has made you somewhat forget your original intention.”

The former Atilan thought about how to create a better environment so that local residents would voluntarily join his country.

But the current Atilan is considering how many troops to send to take down a region, and after the attack, how many troops need to be left to maintain local stability.

“Remember, individuals and forces that are only good at destruction will be hated by the universe, eventually leading to their own destruction.”

I almost forgot about the existence of the Great Universe Will. The Great Universe Will, influenced by the will of life, will also like creation and hate destruction like life.

“You don't have to worry about this matter for the time being; leave it all to me. As for you, follow Gaia and practice well, and find your original state of mind.”

“Don't be eroded by divinity, and don't be eroded by desire. Hold more banquets and gather old friends. You are having fewer and fewer banquets now.”

“Even the menu of the banquet, how long has it not been updated?”

Atilan was stunned.

It seems that it is true, but asking him to develop new dishes for a while, Atilan really doesn't know what to cook.

Forget it, let's go to the Druid School to take a look.

The school has been established for ten years and has been on the right track.

The young teacher team composed of Hana as the director of teaching, and the outstanding graduates from the previous three years, can independently operate the education of the school's six grades.

Atilan, Jiu Nu, and the other principals and old teachers are not needed to be on the front line at all.

Only the advanced knowledge of the sixth grade and the advanced studies after graduation require the Eagle King and the others to make a brief appearance.

The Eagle King and the others are not young anymore, and they also have plans to take in disciples.

Rather than cultivating from children, it is better to choose a suitable one from the school's outstanding graduates to guide.

Of course, they will not ignore other young druids with ambition.

But even the Eagle King and the others couldn't answer all the questions from the outstanding graduates.

That was something only a legendary figure, or at least an 18th-level long-lived druid, could do.

Although they were in their thirties and could barely be considered accomplished, their knowledge was ultimately one-sided.

The forest had been busy these past few years, and the Bearmen weren't available to answer questions and solve problems, while the Vine Women weren't good at guiding young people.

The Old Urchin was a genius, which meant he couldn't guide ordinary people.

He couldn't quite understand why such simple questions needed to be explained.

Attilan had no choice but to put aside his pride and invite those old druids who already lived in the New Green Forest to come forward and form a Druid Advancement Seminar.

This seminar would be specifically responsible for the research topics of outstanding graduates.

The six years of druid school life were spent teaching relatively basic knowledge.

Advanced knowledge required them to go out and gain experience, first applying what they had learned to improve their druid level, and then considering further studies after reaching level 5 or 6.

Surrounded by the Eagle King and the others, Attilan had mistakenly thought that cultivating a level 10 druid wasn't a difficult task.

But the truth was that the Eagle King and the others were all geniuses!

Reaching level 10 was normal for geniuses, and only level 15 would become a difficult hurdle.

Arriving at the bustling druid school, Attilan discovered an embarrassing situation.

The school's office building had been torn down and rebuilt, and as the principal, he couldn't even find his own office!

A cheerful young teacher, who had just gotten rid of a student asking questions, saw Attilan standing confused at the entrance of the teaching building.

"Principal! I didn't expect to see you here."

Attilan could only give an awkward smile.

"It's you!"

He remembered this kid; he used to be a troublemaker, but now he had become a serious and cheerful teacher.

He had thought he would be a rogue druid.

Forming an adventure team with some classmates and taking on adventure missions in the Atlantis Kingdom.

The kingdom did recruit outstanding graduates from the school to serve as administrators.

However, the number of official positions was limited, and although the territory of Atlantis was expanding, the need for new officials was decreasing every year.

It was impossible to use only academy graduates; talented people from local races also needed to be selected and appointed.

Anyway, Attilan had stipulated that each town must have at least two graduates from the Druid Academy.

This was to prevent corruption among local officials.

Students who graduated from the Druid Academy at least possessed a sense of justice.

Their resistance to corruption was much stronger than that of officials who had not received moral education.

The only thing Attilan was still responsible for was the school's moral education.

Of course, there was now a risk that Hana would take over this moral education as well.

Hana now looked only 16 years old, with long, straight black hair and a cold face that allowed her to easily intimidate the little devils in the school.

Using the level suppression from her demon bloodline to manage the naughty students, Hana was indeed a genius.

From student council president to assistant teacher to full teacher to director of education.

A series of jobs successfully helped Hana suppress the demonic factors in her bloodline.

"Do you know where the principal's office is?"

Hearing Attilan's question, the teacher's expression suddenly became a little strange.

"Principal, the office building is on the west side, and the principal's office is on the top floor. You'll know when you get there. I have to go, I have a class."

Watching his hurried departure, Attilan knew there was something going on.

Arriving at the office building, there was no elevator, so he naturally had to walk up layer by layer.

When he reached the top floor and pushed open the door, Attilan's expression suddenly became a little ugly.

"An open-air office!"

Attilan immediately went downstairs and looked at the sign at the door.

Director of Education's Office!

Good job, Hana, putting my office on the roof and making your own office so luxurious. You're something.

You really were defeated by the corruption of the demon bloodline!

Before he could even push the door open, he heard the scolding inside.

"What's wrong with you two! Why is it so difficult for you to teach classes? You, a three-meter-tall giant with giant blood, gave yourself heatstroke in the middle of summer as a PE teacher!"

"I told the children that the PE teacher was sick, and the next class would be a cultural class. They even thought I was lying to them!"

Bang, bang, bang, the sound of violently slamming the table rang out.

"And you, you insisted on being a soccer class teacher, so you should do it properly! Tripping over the soccer ball and breaking your leg has become the laughingstock of the entire school!"

"You're a centaur, a centaur with four legs! How can you break your leg from falling? How am I supposed to explain this to your old man? I thought I could live for a few more years, but I think I'm going to be directly angered to death by you."

The centaur weakly replied:

"Sister Hana, I didn't want to either. That soccer ball was really slippery, and I lost my footing and fell."

"Are your other three legs just for show? Other people can stand with two legs, and you can't stand with three!"

Pfft, unable to hold back, Attilan knew it was the giant-blooded teacher laughing just by hearing the laughter.

"What are you laughing at? Can you solve the problem of getting heatstroke in the summer!"

The giant said in a muffled voice:

"I need to go back and ask my dad. I was picked up by him. I have to ask him what's wrong with my giant bloodline. I've also noticed that getting heatstroke in the hot sun is because of my giant bloodline."

"I'm clearly not showing my frost bloodline, so why am I afraid of the sun? Could I be a new frost giant bloodline? But are new frost giants afraid of the sun?"

"Sister Hana, do you know?"

Hana slammed the table hard.

"Are you two 'One Hundred Thousand Whys'? If you want to know the answers, let the principal rewrite a version of 'One Hundred Thousand Whys' and add your two questions to it."

"Why can't a centaur with four legs stand firmly? Why does a physically strong giant get heatstroke? Do I have to keep you here for dinner? Get back to solving the problem."

"This is really making me angry. I knew I shouldn't have agreed to arrange for you to work at the school."

The door suddenly opened, and the giant and centaur were about to leave the office in disgrace when they looked up and saw Attilan, who was eavesdropping on the door.

"Uncle Attilan, why are you here?"

Attilan said matter-of-factly:

"I'm the principal, why can't I come! Hana, this office... is quite luxurious."

Hana blew on her fingernails.

"Of course, a luxurious office is naturally prepared for the people who work in it. What brings our great Principal Attilan to the school in person?"

Faced with Hana's sarcasm, Attilan could only smile.

"Looking at your teaching achievements, the school is indeed developing very well under your management."

Hana rolled her eyes at him.

"So when are you planning to give me the position of principal?"

"Ahem, Hana, you're still young and can't grasp the position of principal. Let Uncle do it, Uncle has a lot of experience, and he faces more challenges and temptations."

"Uncle can handle it!"

Hana stroked her fingernails and asked teasingly:

"My dad and Grandmaster Gai'ogai are of the same generation, you're my uncle, are you and Grandmaster Gai'ogai of the same generation? I remember, you seem to be the grandmaster's disciple, right?"

"We're talking about different things. Look at you, you're not as well-behaved as you were when you were little."