The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Attilan's clumsy attempt to change the subject was ineffective.

Vine Woman forcefully released her magical aura, purified by the natural sacred object.

“My current strength is much greater than when you went to the Moonlit Glade. You were able to condense natural divinity by using the special environment of the Moonlit Glade.”

“In the Fairy Wilderness, with the help of the natural sacred object, can't I condense fairy divinity? If I really can't condense it, can't I hunt down one or two fairy divine monsters?”

“Only five strands of fairy divinity are needed to repair the natural sacred object and bloom the most delicate fairy flower in this world!”

Bear Man sighed with some worry.

“When you suddenly appeared and suggested going to the Fairy Wilderness, I knew something was wrong. Now you're talking about using five strands of fairy divinity to repair the natural sacred object. It's clear you already have a plan in mind.”

“Just like I couldn't persuade you back then, I can't persuade you now, but I still hope you can wait a while longer.”

Vine Woman frowned.

“Wait until when? Wait until you get Thor's Hammer? You're tainted with the curse of the Evil God's power. Seizing Thor's Hammer will only make you lose the remaining half of your life!”

“When I repair the natural sacred object, condense natural and fairy divinity, and ascend to become a natural demigod, I can use divinity to dispel your curse. Then you can go and seize Thor's Hammer.”

“That way, at least you can come back with half a life left, like this time.”

Bear Man's expression was somewhat complicated.

“I just don't want you to get hurt. Let me bear all the suffering for you.”

“Did you even ask me if I needed you to bear it for me? It hurts me when you get hurt!”

Attilan felt a pang of discomfort. Weren't they arguing?

How did these two suddenly start showing affection again?

Their one-life, one-love relationship was something he couldn't compare to.

But Attilan didn't want to eat any more dog food.

“Old Prankster, let's go directly to being lucky messengers now and try to attract Evelyn to the Weaver of Fate as soon as possible.”

“Evelyn, want to come out and take a look?”

Evelyn smiled and shook her head.

“Before I completely control the power of fate within my body, I can't leave this Black Forest shrouded in the mist of fate, otherwise my power will be at risk of going out of control.”

Attilan nodded as if he understood.

“Then we'll go first.”

Carrying Old Prankster away from the Black Forest as quickly as possible, Attilan flew directly north.

Old Prankster asked curiously:

“What are you flying to the Northern Kingdom for?”

“The Northern Kingdom has the largest population on the continent. We will definitely be able to select suitable candidates there.”

They arrived north of the land ceded to Attilan in the Southern Territory.

Attilan then began to summon wind and rain. Soon, dark clouds that blotted out the sky gathered above Bloodstone Fortress, and silvery-white lightning flashed continuously in the clouds.

The war at Bloodstone Fortress was no longer as intense as it once was.

But this fortress had indeed been dyed blood-red by the blood of the soldiers sacrificed by both sides.

At first, it was just fear of this castle. The immense sacrifices led all the participating soldiers to name this key castle Bloodstone Fortress.

But at some point, even the bricks and stones that had not been stained with blood all turned blood-red overnight.

No matter how the defending soldiers cleaned it, the castle would emit a faint bloody smell.

And the soldiers on night watch would occasionally report that in their dazed state, they saw several blood-red shadows walking through the castle.

They seemed to be wearing tattered armor, with broken weapons.

As if they were going to participate in a ghost war.

Attilan had implicitly regarded the Northern Kingdom as his territory.

Then he naturally could not tolerate Bloodstone Fortress continuing to mutate.

A castle soaked in immense death and bloody power.

Attilan didn't want a dead zone to appear in his territory.

Especially since the Death Council was already eyeing this world. If they were allowed to obtain Bloodstone Fortress as a high-quality stronghold.

It would become very difficult to eliminate the Death Council.

The personified fear of Bloodstone Fortress by more than 100,000 participating soldiers gave Bloodstone Fortress unprecedented vast and mysterious power.

Once the Death Council occupied Bloodstone Fortress, and Attilan sent people to attack.

His army would also pay a heavy price due to Bloodstone Fortress's desire for life, and then struggle to conquer Bloodstone Fortress.

Then Bloodstone Fortress would attract the Death Council to launch an attack again.

Although Bloodstone Fortress had not yet formed a concrete consciousness, it already had some spirituality under the rendering of the soldiers' fear.

A spirituality that maintained greed for life!

With Bloodstone Fortress as the center, Attilan stirred up an unprecedented rainstorm in the Northern Kingdom in the sky, firstly to take this opportunity to wash and purify Bloodstone Fortress.

Secondly, only a large enough rainstorm would bring hope to people's hearts when the rainbow appeared.

Attilan said while summoning wind and rain:

“Old Prankster, I think we need to set a standard. We can't just give good luck to whoever sees the rainbow. I think it's necessary to ensure that the person who gets good luck is a beautiful and upright person.”

“The power they get from us will eventually be used by them to do good deeds, what do you think?”

Old Prankster directly took out the Scroll of Fate.

“Stockings of the Goddess of Luck, I hope that only upright and kind people can see the rainbow I set up after the rain, and guide those with firm beliefs and great dreams.”

“Go to Green Mulberry Mountain, I will guide them to realize their dreams under the Green Mulberry Tree on the top of Green Mulberry Mountain.”

The corner of Attilan's mouth twitched.

“Old Prankster, you designed such a complicated wish, is your magic power enough to fulfill it?”

Anyway, Attilan's magic power was used by him to summon wind and rain.

As silver-white lightning struck the walls of Bloodstone Fortress.

Along with the scouring of the rain, the soldiers found that the walls of Bloodstone Fortress seemed to be fading.

The rain was soaked in light red, and then quickly turned back to white.

This heavy rain lasted for five full hours before gradually subsiding.

The soldiers stationed at Bloodstone Fortress, who originally felt like they had a stone pressed on their hearts, felt stuffy and scared.

But now the stone seemed to be moved away, and they felt unprecedentedly relaxed.

Even the lingering bloody smell had completely disappeared, and only the fragrance of wet earth remained in the air.

At this moment, the commander of Bloodstone Fortress suddenly heard the soldiers shouting something.

“Look, there's a rainbow in the sky, it looks so beautiful.”

A soldier with a somewhat gloomy expression snorted coldly.

“What rainbow, why can't I see it? I think you're hallucinating, the general should arrest you all.”

The commander walked out of his office and looked up at the sky.

This was the first time he had seen such a beautiful rainbow.

Moreover, he felt that this rainbow was like a road, one end connected to his feet and the other end connected to a distant mountain.

The commander pointed to that mountain.

“Does anyone know what that mountain is called?”

A local soldier hurriedly said:

"I know, that's Green Mulberry Mountain. It's said that there's a peculiar mulberry tree growing on the summit. The newly grown mulberries are purple or red, but they turn green when they ripen."

"It's said that a special mulberry, which can grant magical power, is hidden within the green mulberries, but sadly, no one has ever eaten that mulberry."

"There are very few hunters who can even successfully reach the summit of Green Mulberry Mountain and see the green mulberry tree."

Green Mulberry Mountain? For some reason, after hearing the name Green Mulberry Mountain, the General suddenly felt an urge to go to the summit and take a look.

"What's the situation with the garrison outside the city?"

The scout excitedly said:

"The heavy rain seems to have caused them significant losses. They've finally retreated. They shouldn't invade again this year. Sure enough, Mom was right, seeing a rainbow brings good luck."

The General was stunned. He had also heard similar stories from his grandmother.

Legend has it that there is a Rainbow Hero who appears in human villages after a rainbow appears in the sky, helping the local villagers solve their problems.

He had also fantasized that when he grew up, he could become a Rainbow Hero, solve the village's problems, and protect the village.

But after he grew up, he joined the army and finally became a general leading an army on his own.

But his hometown village had already been destroyed in the war between the royal family and the Grand Duke of the Western Territory.

Even the villagers have all fled to who knows where.

Omnipotent, trouble-solving Rainbow Hero, can you tell me where my family is?

"Increase vigilance. I'll go out of the city to scout the enemy's situation."

If the enemy really retreated, then he planned to go to Green Mulberry Mountain to take a look.

At this moment, on the summit of Green Mulberry Mountain, Attilan lazily leaned against the trunk of that legendary green mulberry tree. Ignoring the legend that one could only eat ten green mulberries, he grabbed a large handful, leisurely tossing them into his mouth one by one.

"This kind of little trick is only something you, Old Prankster, enjoy playing."

The Old Prankster gloated as he watched him.

"What if it's a little trick? It works, doesn't it? A level 13 druid, and you don't even know which mulberries are ripe and edible, and which aren't. I really don't know how you cultivated."

Attilan's face darkened slightly.

Wasn't it because you, Old Prankster, tampered with the mulberries? We agreed that druids don't deceive druids. The tricks you played on the mulberries were specifically targeted at druids.

"Old Prankster, why choose Green Mulberry Mountain as the place to fulfill wishes?"

"Because Green Mulberry Mountain itself represents a place where wishes are fulfilled. I once sorted out the magic power of the Southern Territory, giving it a hidden natural magic network."

"The most core node is this green mulberry tree on Green Mulberry Mountain. Because I don't need the power of the natural magic network, I let the earth veins condense the energy into the mulberries."

"And I set up a special ritual, limiting the number of mulberries that can be obtained. Only those with pure and kind hearts and a certain natural talent can see that most special green mulberry."

"But this arrangement of mine seems to have harmed those kind people instead. An evil mage discovered this place, but he couldn't break the magic array I set up."

"In the end, he cleverly used a kind child to obtain the power of the green mulberry and cruelly killed the child and everyone in the entire village."

"He wanted to monopolize the secret of the green mulberry."

"What was his end?"

"Naturally, he was killed by me. I sensed the power of the green mulberry being taken and thought of coming over to guide the person who ate the green mulberry onto the path of the druid, but what I saw was such a disgusting thing."

The Old Prankster's expression suddenly changed.

"Someone's coming."

According to the rehearsed script, the Old Prankster transformed into a hunched old man, carrying a medicine basket, who had accidentally fallen and was groaning on the only path.

Attilan, on the other hand, transformed into a handsome, dashing half-elf youth.

Wearing a gorgeous set of equipment, how heroic and spirited.

The Old Prankster asked indignantly: "Why am I playing the old man, and you're playing the handsome guy?"

Attilan proudly revealed his most charming smile.

"Because you have experience playing old men, and I'm handsome enough, so I'll play the handsome half-elf. The person's almost here, quickly get into character."

Attilan went around to the back of the person climbing the mountain, while the Old Prankster let out cries of agony.

Soon, a young girl hurriedly came to the Old Prankster's side.

"Old man, are you alright?"

"I'm alright, girl. Are you also going up the mountain to gather herbs with your medicine basket?"

The girl nodded, while examining the Old Prankster's leg.

"It's broken. At my age, it can't be healed unless I use the green mulberry from the summit."

The girl blinked blankly.

"The green mulberry from the summit, is it a special herb?"

The Old Prankster was stunned.

"You don't know the story of the green mulberry?"

The girl shook her head, took out a bottle of medicinal powder from her backpack and poured it on the Old Prankster's bloody leg.

She also found two branches, processed them with a small knife, and used linen to fix the Old Prankster's leg.

"Unfortunately, I'm just an ordinary pharmacist, otherwise a magic spell would have healed your leg, old man."

"Ordinary pharmacist! Then it's not easy for you to get here. If you get the green mulberry, it will allow you to obtain magical abilities, which is more suitable than using it on an old man."

The girl patted the curved saber at her waist.

"I can barely be considered a warrior with decent strength. I just want to create what is said to be the best potion in the world, a potion that can solve all illnesses and negative effects."

The Old Prankster asked doubtfully:

"Is there really such a powerful potion?"

The girl smiled brightly:

"Of course, I'll show you the recipe."

When the Old Prankster looked at the recipe, the first medicinal material was the Rainbow Crystal Fruit. As a druid who had traveled through several worlds, he had never even heard of such a magical plant.

Which meant it didn't exist.

Unless it was in the Feywild, or certain demiplanes with dreamlike illusionary powers.

Looking at the other herbs, he could find herbs with similar effects, but he speculated that the combined effect of these herbs would not have the effect of treating all diseases that the girl claimed.

So, this was just a fake recipe.

"A very powerful recipe, so you're here to find this Rainbow Crystal Fruit that can emit rainbows?"

The girl nodded firmly.

"That's right, I followed the rainbow to this mountain, I'll definitely be able to find the Rainbow Crystal Fruit, make the Rainbow Crystal Potion, and cure everyone in the village!"

Attilan seized the opportunity to appear, looking at the girl coldly.

"This is Green Mulberry Mountain, there's no Rainbow Crystal Fruit you're looking for. I advise you to go down the mountain quickly. If you want to compete with me for the magical green mulberry, be careful I won't be polite to you."

"Your small body can't stop my sharp arrows."

The girl drew her curved saber, looking at Attilan coldly.

"My curved saber is just as sharp. This so-called green mulberry, since it can heal the old man's leg, then I can't give it to you."