The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

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The thing that Artie Land prepared to use to subdue the minotaur chieftain's allegiance contained the above-mentioned spiritual core. Only by possessing these spiritual qualities could the minotaurs be truly said to have a future.

Totem War Dance!

It contains the fine spiritual qualities of perseverance, hard work, bravery, and might that the descendants of the Yan and Huang emperors endowed upon the ox creature.

The main Totem War Dance already had a prototype. With a slight conversion, it would be a druid's thesis on changing the spiritual core of a race with the will of nature.

In just three days, the only thing Artie Land could come up with was the Totem War Dance, which he had been researching for half a month and possessed the ability to unite the race and perform natural sacrificial rituals.

In the three days, besides the necessary cultivation, he spent all his remaining time studying how to write his thesis more beautifully and realistically, making it sound more likely to be achieved.

In a short three days, he used up hundreds of sheets of birch bark paper from the bear-men. The bear-men were looking at him with some displeasure. He thought it was because the bear-men felt he was wasting too much paper.

"Actually, I also have some research on papermaking. Master, don't be angry. When the paper is made, I will send it to you as soon as possible, so much that you can't use it all!"

The bear-man said faintly:

"My anger is not because you used so much paper. Paper comes from trees. As long as you plant trees, you will have it. I am angry because you could have written it well, but last time you just made up a thousand words and handed it to me."

Artie Land immediately raised his hand and said:

"Master, listen to my sophistry, no, listen to my explanation! Compared to this topic, that topic was more than a little difficult for me, and you wanted me to give it to you the next day, what could I do!"

The bear-man narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Then have you done any research since then? The Oak Guardians will need at most two months to digest the changes you brought last time. If you can't research a more labor-saving method before then."

"I think this time you won't have such an easy end as last time."

Easy!? Do you want to hear what you are saying?

Last time, I tossed and turned for half a month, and even now, I wake up in the middle of the night when I dream about it. No matter how many life acorns I eat, I can't make up for the trauma in my heart. You actually want to do it a second time?

"Master, I think the Oak Guardians can try to imitate the changes stimulated last time and mobilize natural magic to evolve towards the Ancient Tree of Life."

Anyway, don't toss him around.

"As long as you participate in the experiment, all the life acorns produced by the treants and enlightened treants in the forest in the future will be yours. The chick-dragon stage is comparable to the young dragon stage, isn't that your wish all along?"

Artie Land stared wide-eyed, looking at the bear-man who was coercing and诱ing him.

Old man, you have changed. You weren't this kind of person before!

Who is it? Is the decline of morality or the distortion of human nature behind all this?

"Since I took you as my disciple, I have realized that some people will not listen to you if you talk to them nicely. You need to pay attention to some speaking skills."

Those who are near vermilion get stained red, and those who are near ink get stained black. So it was me who corrupted the old man, then it's okay.

Since the old man had said so, Artie Land had no way to refuse.

"Leave it to me. I will definitely cultivate diligently for the next two months. Can the life acorns be pre-paid to me?"

"Of course, no problem. You must remember that this time the catalytic experiment will not stop for more than a month. Even if you are tired and exhausted in the middle, you must persevere."

"Can you do it?"

"Of course!"

Artie Land's eyes were full of determination. He longed to become stronger. Catalyzing the Ancient Tree of Life was the cultivation that could stimulate his various potentials the most at present. He knew it was very hard, but as long as the bear-man was taking care of him, he would not overdraw his potential.

Last time, he tossed and turned for half a month, and he recovered after drinking lake water for three days. This time, he would just drink it for a week, a month!

Anyway, there is so much lake water, and he can't possibly drink it dry even if he opens his belly.

Artie Land took his opening report and confidently followed the bear-man to participate in this druid gathering, ready to make a name for himself.

As a result, there were only a few people at the gathering, and he was immediately dumbfounded. How could he pretend to be forceful without anyone?

"Why are there so few people?"

The Eagle King explained faintly:

"Although the gathering is once a month, if you encounter something you can't get away from, you can only wait until next time. For example, Great Horn didn't come this time because his reindeer herd is sick."

The Leopard Woman also nodded and said:

"The Fang brothers are also like that. The mastiff raised by the older brother is about to give birth, and the younger brother's golden crocodile ran out of the breeding farm. If it swims along the river to the lake, it is estimated that it will not be found."

Artie Land subconsciously looked at the bear-man, and he scratched his head in surprise.

"Why are you looking at me? My friend is fine. He is probably still on the way. Let's wait a little longer."

Among the three druids, he is the laziest, and his friend is probably this kind of personality as well.

The old centaur shook his pipe and asked with a smile:

"Would you like to try some high-quality halfling tobacco?"

The bear-man saw that Artie Land would not give up until he got to the bottom of things, so he could only say:

"Only druids who need to exchange and learn knowledge will participate in the gathering. In addition to the gathering, there is also a banquet held in Master Jaina's garden every quarter."

Understood, he was wondering why there were so many ingredients on the vine woman's side. It turned out that they were all experimental results of these druids.

Artie Land's eyes suddenly lit up, and he raised his hand to ask:

"Are there any druids who specialize in breeding meat pigs or war pigs?"

The old centaur said with a smile:

"There is an old guy who is breeding wild boars, but his purpose is not to eat them, but to see if the wild boars' tusks can grow as long and thick as ivory."

The most aggressive weapon of wild boars is their tusks. Their impact, endurance, and load-bearing capacity are also improved. Isn't this a very high-quality war pig!

"Old centaur, please introduce me to this senior after the meeting."

Before long, a person with a flower crown on his head, a person carrying a fruit basket, a Tarzan-like person swinging on vines, and a buddy yawning and covered in moss successively walked into the venue.

"Everyone is here. The rest probably won't come. Let's start now."

Needless to say, the topics of the three who collected the marks are: the flower-crowned woman is about raising flowers and the fae; the fruit basket woman is about fruits and winemaking; and the Tarzan man is about rare animal transformation melee combat.

The moss man is here to join in the fun. This is his fixed and only activity every month. Artie Land feels that his topic should be how to live a long life?

These druids are all humans and heteromorphs, with not a single elf or half-elf.

"Artie Land, dragon druid, participating for the first time today, is my disciple. Let him be the first to speak."

"Leave it to me!"

Artie Land raised his head proudly and walked to the center of the venue. The thesis he wrote with tens of thousands of words will definitely earn back his face!

As a result, after listening to his "On the Subtle Influence of Natural Worship on Racial Characteristics", everyone was silent.

The old centaur knocked on his pipe and took the lead to say:

"Explain in detail how to arrange the Totem War Dance. I'm wondering if I can also create one in the centaur tribe. It sounds like it will help the children grow up."