The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

The dragon pearl emitted an increasingly intense golden-red light within the alchemy furnace, and the pain transmitted also increased with the strengthening of the light.

The close connection between the dragon pearl and the elemental dragon meant that, in a sense, burning the dragon pearl was like throwing Atilan into the alchemy furnace to be refined.

Under the stimulation of intense pain, and the exhilarating sensation of the dragon pearl and the infernal dragon vein's power surging, a smile actually crept onto the corners of Atilan's mouth, growing larger and larger.

"Ah hahaha, exciting! Awesome!"

Atilan even felt like he might be a bit of a pervert.

Although there were still differences, he seemed to be able to understand why berserkers, even when hacked to pieces, could still ignite with rage, roaring and enjoying the pain brought by battle.

Berserkers felt pain, then became angry. With more anger, the flames of rage burned even more fiercely, and their bodies and strength would become even greater.

This feeling of being filled with power was truly amazing.

Opening the alchemy furnace, Atilan poured a large amount of fire crystal stones into it with a crash.

With a whoosh, the flames of the alchemy furnace became even more intense.

When Old Prankster returned after arranging the mining progress, he discovered that the originally magnificent command room had actually caught fire.

Even though the druids collectively cast spells, trying to mobilize water elements to bring down heavy rain, they were unable to extinguish the fire that had ignited the command room.

When the crowd saw Old Prankster, it was as if they had seen a savior.

"Master Robert, the Headmaster is still inside refining pills, please go and save him! We don't know what happened, but the temperature in the Headmaster's command room kept rising, and then suddenly it just burst into flames."

Old Prankster cast a spell to extract a wisp of flame, carefully discerning the nature of this inextinguishable fire.

"This is the Destruction Flame of the Infernal Dragon, mixed with your Headmaster's unique Gluttony Flame, forming a special flame that has the effect of igniting all matter and energy."

"Your level of pure water elemental power naturally cannot extinguish it."

Old Prankster rolled up his sleeves.

"You'll have to see mine!"

Old Prankster picked up a dimensional bag and rummaged through it, taking out an azure blue staff.

Raising the staff high, blue water elemental particles danced in the sky, gathering towards the staff.

Finally, under Old Prankster's constant compression, a pitch-black water ball was formed.

It shot into the burning command room, and suddenly the water ball exploded.

Everyone thought the fire was about to be extinguished.

As a result, the burning flames suddenly grew three meters higher.

The scorching heat wave forced everyone to retreat another three or four meters.

"Master, why doesn't your spell have any effect at all?"

Old Prankster's face darkened.

How many fire crystal stones did this brat throw in!

It forced him to risk his life and use all his strength, otherwise, if this flame burned through the surface and entered the underground world, it would be sensed by the Infernal Dragon Soul.

The bear-men's plan would be ruined.

Putting away the azure blue staff, Old Prankster rummaged and rummaged, and took out a blue-white staff.

"Watch me, Ice Seal the Land!"

This time, Old Prankster did not rashly try to extinguish the flames burning in the command room, but instead released ice rings to limit the fire from continuing to expand its burning range.

Deeply cold blue ice encircled the burning command room.

He took Eagle King as his disciple, and Eagle King was naturally overjoyed.

The difference between a student and a disciple is not only in the transmission of knowledge.

With the identity of Old Prankster's disciple, Eagle King had the qualification to compete for the position of Head of the Elemental School.

The Elemental School was a popular school. With Eagle King's strength and ranking, if he could advance to a Legendary Druid and master a pure elemental life form.

He should be able to become the Head of the Elemental School in the next next next term.

Old Prankster's original words were, 'Don't look at him now that he has advanced to Legend, but the Heads of the Schools don't like to play the abdication game. You have to wait until the Head dies before you can compete for the next Head.'

Many Legendary Elemental Druids are not as talented as Old Prankster, but they have lived for one or two thousand years.

Their druid levels are all above level 40, and Old Prankster is really not sure he can compete with this group of old immortals.

The main thing is that the druids within the school vote, and the old immortals have accepted generations of students, with disciples numbering in the thousands, and they don't lack votes at all.

In order to get more votes, everyone is cultivating more druids.

Only druids above level 5 have the right to vote.

Old Prankster recalled the elemental druids who might vote for him, and found that when the election came, there might only be Eagle King left.

As for the old druids who now live in the New Green Forest, they should all be dead by then.

On the other hand, in the Life School where Atilan is located, when the bear-man advances to Natural Demigod, he will passively give up the position of Head of the Life School.

At that time, Atilan can compete for the position of Head of the Life School.

Old Prankster was very curious about how many people would stand up to compete during the election.

The Life School also doesn't have a treasure house storing a lot of resources, waiting for the Head to distribute.

There are not many Life Druids under his command for the Head to order.

This position, I really don't see many druids fighting for it.

Only Atilan, who doesn't understand the inside story of the Life School, still regards the Head of the Life School as a treasure. When he becomes the Head, he will know that this is just an empty shell with only a name.

After cutting off the flames, Old Prankster put a layer of ice shield on himself and strode into the fire, finding Atilan, who was still immersed in the pleasure of forging the dragon pearl.

"Atilan! Atilan!"

He shouted twice, but Atilan was deaf to it.

Old Prankster could only use his staff to knock off the dimensional bag containing the fire crystal stones from Atilan's hand.

Looking at the blackened base of the staff, Old Prankster felt a pain in his heart.

The materials needed for repair are not easy to find.

The dimensional bag was knocked off, and losing the new fire crystal stones as fuel, the fanaticism in Atilan's eyes gradually faded.

The temperature of the furnace fire began to drop, and Atilan gasped in a breath of hot air.

His brain felt a chill.

He looked at his claws, and then at the dragon pearl spinning in the alchemy furnace.

Atilan turned to look at Old Prankster.

"Old Prankster, what happened to me just now?"

Old Prankster glared at him and took out a pitch-black ice ball from the dimensional bag and handed it to him.

"What else could it be? You got carried away. Hurry up and eat this. You absorbed too many impurities from the fire crystal stones. Use this profound ice essence to expel the impurities."

Opening his mouth and eating the ice ball, Atilan cracked open the ice ball with a crunch and froze his teeth.

"It's so cold!"

Pure ice magic flowed through Atilan's dragon body, dispelling the heat and fire caused by absorbing the magic power of the fire crystal stones.

Looking at the dimensional bag on the ground, Atilan felt lingering fear.

"If fire crystal stones alone are this terrifying, wouldn't I be a goner if I encountered a Purgatory Dragon Soul?"

Old Freak shook his head and explained:

"If you hadn't used the Flames of the God of Cookery to refine the fire crystal stones without removing the harmful parts, ordinary fire crystal stones wouldn't have caused this much destruction."

Attilan indeed used the Flames of the God of Cookery very well, even refining the Flames of Destruction and integrating them into his Dragon Pearl.

In just one day, it was equivalent to a normal Purgatory Dragon tempering its Dragon Pearl for four or five years.

Attilan moved his dragon claw, and a ball of deep red flame appeared in his palm.

"With such skillful use of the Flames of Destruction, I see that your Purgatory Dragon Vein is almost catching up with the progress of the Ocean Dragon Vein, right?"

Attilan took out the Ocean Dragon Soul and poured the restless magic power in his body through the Dragon Soul to dispel the fire.

He also used the Water of Life to re-dye the golden-red patterned dragon scales into the emerald green that symbolizes life.

"That pattern looks pretty good, why are you dyeing it back?"

"Before I have full confidence in saving my life, I'd better disguise myself as a pure Ocean Dragon and hide the methods of the Purgatory Dragon Vein as a trump card."

Old Freak looked at him playfully.

"Then are you planning to reveal that you possess the Purgatory Dragon Vein after awakening the third Dragon Vein?"

Attilan gave a thumbs up.

"The one who knows me is indeed Old Freak!"

"Know you my foot! I told you to stay in the command room and cultivate, but look around you?"

Attilan looked around, and the originally exquisitely designed command room was now just a pile of rubble.

Attilan widened his eyes and asked:

"I reinforced these materials with elemental dragon patterns, how could they become like this?"

Facing Old Freak's scrutinizing gaze, Attilan said dubiously:

"But I did listen to you and stayed here to refine pills, you wouldn't want to say that I did all this, would you?"

Old Freak flew worriedly onto Attilan's back.

"You really don't feel anything? Are you pretending to be stupid to avoid responsibility?"

Attilan also replied with a serious face:

"Really not!"

That's bad, Attilan's two bloodlines are obviously in conflict!

"Wait a moment, I'll check the condition of the Purgatory Dragon Vein in your body."

Old Freak's seven-colored magic power was injected into Attilan's dragon body.

After the inspection, Old Freak breathed a sigh of relief.

"Recently, you've used the Flames of the God of Cookery too much, causing the Purgatory Dragon Vein to undergo a slight divine transformation. Don't worry, it won't suddenly mutate into a Divine Abomination, but it has indeed made your thinking more radical and bold than before."

"Now holding the Ocean Dragon Soul, do you have the feeling that the you from just now wasn't you?"

Attilan nodded quickly.

"The secret technique you use to refine pills can sublimate energy to produce spirituality, have you ever thought that refining Dragon Pearls will cause the Dragon Pearls to produce a brand new spirituality that doesn't belong to you?"

"If a different kind of spirituality is really produced, then I have to congratulate you, your Purgatory Dragon Vein will cultivate and become stronger on its own. The only thing you need to worry about is the Dragon Vein growing stronger and seizing control of your body."

Looking at Old Freak's burning gaze, Attilan couldn't help but lower his head and pretend to be dead.

How did he know that just one try would cause such dire consequences?

"I'll never do this again."

Old Freak looked at him with a smile that wasn't a smile.

"You can try, but wait until I, Gaia, and Jaina have discussed a safe solution before acting. If you can absorb the sublimated spirituality."

"Then your growth rate will become even faster. For now, you should honestly go back to Crescent Spring and soak in it, and leave the front line to me to command."

"Alright."

Attilan honestly flew back to Crescent Spring and soaked in the spring water infused with moonlight energy. Attilan's brain finally regained its clarity and noticed something wrong in this incident.

Old Freak did it on purpose!

Giving him a large bag of fire crystal stones was to lure him into a trap.

He made a mistake and was arranged to rest on the second line, and the front line was commanded by Old Freak alone, so Old Freak could try those experiments that he couldn't try under Attilan's supervision.

Attilan narrowed his eyes.

Since you're tricking me, then I won't be polite.

He immediately summoned Hedwig to write a letter to the Bearman to complain.

Hedwig, who was originally covered in white feathers, now has light cyan feathers.

That's right, Hedwig, as Attilan's pet, now also has a bit of wind element bloodline, and is considered a giant wind eagle in evolution.

Hedwig still doesn't have much attack power, the wind element can only be used to accelerate.

Sending letters is faster and more convenient.

After being summoned, Hedwig landed in Attilan's palm and blinked ignorantly, with a scroll in her mouth.

The pretty little sister just said that as long as she held this scroll, Attilan would summon her, but she didn't expect it to be true.

"Hedwig, what are you dazing for? I want you to send a letter to my master, the speed must be fast, did you hear that?"

Hedwig raised her claws, and Attilan found that there was already a letter in the letter tube.

Attilan took it out and looked at it.

It was actually a message from Evelynn, who had been living in seclusion for several years and didn't come out to meet everyone, and was wholeheartedly raising spiders in the Black Forest.

The letter said that the thing Attilan asked her to make, she had already made it, and aptly named this prop, the Stockings of the Goddess of Fate.

"???"

Stockings of the Goddess of Fate, Attilan wondered when he had asked Evelynn to make such a thing?

Could it be that Evelynn made stockings and was lucky enough to meet the Goddess of Fate, and also wanted a pair of original-flavored stockings from the Goddess of Luck?

Continuing to read the letter, it turned out that the so-called Stockings of the Goddess of Fate were the scroll in Hedwig's mouth.

Attilan opened the scroll and found that it was blank.

He could only read the letter again.

This scroll is woven from the threads of fate spun by the starlight spider. Writing down what you want to do on the scroll before doing things can increase the success rate!

Attilan instantly widened his eyes and looked at the scroll in shock!

Of course, the scroll is not omnipotent, otherwise Evelynn would not have simply named it the Stockings of the Goddess of Luck, but the Panties of the Goddess of Luck.

When writing the event, you need to input magic power into the scroll. The better the quality and the greater the amount of magic power input, the more the success rate will increase.

As for how much it can increase, Evelynn asked Attilan to explore it himself.

Anyway, different people use it, even for the same thing, the amount of magic power required is different.

Evelynn finally asked mockingly, since Attilan considers himself a trendsetter of fate, he believes that the price he needs to pay when using this prop must not be high, right?

Attilan frowned and looked at the scroll. Next, he had to do several major things, and the probability of failure was quite high, and Evelynn happened to send this treasure to his hands.

What exactly has Evelynn experienced in the past few years?

She can even make treasures involving fate.

Attilan immediately opened the scroll and wrote on it, I want to see Evelynn!