The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

"Good, good, good! With the help of the Chieftain today, it's better than a thousand Tauren!"

Attilan marveled at the power of the School of Life. Without the Brain Activation Technique, the Tauren Chieftain would not have clearly recognized the impact of the Totemic War Dance on the future of the Tauren race.

The Chieftain wouldn't have submitted so readily.

In fact, it wasn't just the Totemic War Dance that influenced the Chieftain's decision, but also the Brain Activation Technique!

After activating his brain, the Chieftain realized that a single wise man couldn't change the future of the tribe. More important than a wise man were the ordinary people who could gradually change the tribe.

The changes brought about by a wise man were too great. After losing the wise man, ordinary people couldn't even manage the situation he left behind, let alone the slow-witted Tauren.

A clever brain and keen intuition told the Chieftain that Attilan was the most worthy lord he could ever serve.

After eating the grilled fish in a few bites, the Chieftain looked at Attilan with bright eyes.

"Dragon Lord, when will we return to Big Horn Town to rehearse the Totemic War Dance?"

"We'll return tomorrow!"

With the superior template of the Centaur Totemic War Dance, Attilan's only concern was whether the Tauren's intelligence could understand it. After these druids' clumsy optimizations,

the entire process of the Totemic War Dance was a bit too cumbersome. While this could ensure the improvement effect and cultural heritage of the war dance, it also tested the participants' qualities.

The difference in effect between understanding the meaning of the Totemic War Dance and actively integrating into it versus passively being influenced by it was even tenfold. Even the Centaur King didn't receive much benefit from today's forced rehearsal.

The old Centaur enjoyed it, but it was no longer meaningful to him. He didn't comprehend the druid's longevity characteristic, and he didn't have many decades left to live to achieve a tenfold lifespan.

The time required to shape racial characteristics using the Totemic War Dance was measured in decades. Besides the orthodox Body of Longevity, druids also had many flawed ways to extend their lives, such as plantification and elementalization.

Originally, the old Centaur hoped to be an orthodox druid, born naturally and dying naturally. Now, for the better development of the tribe, he felt he might need to use some tricks.

After the Totemic War Dance ceremony, the druids were about to disperse, so Attilan invited everyone to sit down at the tavern in Greenscale Town tomorrow and discuss the details of the Totemic War Dance optimization.

Through today's sporadic conversations with these druids, Attilan discovered that they were all treasures waiting for him to unearth, each with some achievements in their hands.

The Chieftain was dizzy from the side effects of the Brain Activation Technique, so Attilan left him in the Centaur tribe to rest. He would return to Big Horn Town tomorrow, while he rushed to Greenscale Town to prepare the venue in advance.

Although he didn't know how many druids would attend the banquet tomorrow, he had to be prepared.

He had previously collected various fruits from the forest to make wine, but surely there were druids who were more professional in fruit cultivation and winemaking. He could have the Wine Maiden instruct the fishman chef in Greenscale Town.

Learning from the chef that Attilan was going to entertain the druids in Greenscale Town, the old fishman ran over excitedly.

"Dragon Lord, besides the existing ingredients, do you need us to prepare some rare ingredients from the lake?"

"Yes, but be careful not to go too deep into the lake. Just catch a few big fish to taste, and also see if there are any golden crocodiles hunting in the lake. You don't need to bring them back, just confirm where they are active."

Young Fang had several crocodiles run away, supposedly because years ago he accidentally hatched a white-scaled crocodile, which happened to be male. He used these white crocodiles to breed, and then there was a litter of golden crocodiles.

They were called golden crocodiles, but in reality, their scales were white with a hint of yellow, and they reflected light slightly under the sunlight, hence the name golden crocodiles.

Besides their appearance, the size and scale defense of the golden crocodiles were also improved.

Of course, Attilan wasn't eyeing the golden crocodiles. He wanted the other crocodiles that Young Fang had eliminated. Crocodiles could be said to be treasures all over. Crocodile meat tasted delicious, the skin could be used to make leather armor, and the blood and bones were medicinal materials.

The shortest pregnancy of fishmen could be shortened to 3 months, and there was a chance to give birth to 3 in one pregnancy. An adult fishman could be cultivated in five years.

Even though it was more difficult for fishmen to become professionals and improve their professional level, fishmen almost became the rulers of the ocean by relying on their reproductive ability.

Of course, that was the sea demon, Sahuagin. If the Sahuagin were sharks, then the fishmen under Attilan were the mounts they tamed, the big blue fish.

The blue fish spirit of the fishman commander was a battle partner of the then-commander when he was in the center of the lake. This big blue fish died two years ago, weighing over 500 pounds, 3.8 meters long, and lived for almost fifty years.

Having experienced the rise and fall of this fishman tribe, its ability to become a spirit was also influenced by the spirit of unity within the fishman tribe.

Its existence supported the minds of the fishmen to a certain extent, gaining the power of faith.

When the druids arrived in Greenscale Town one after another at noon, they all sensed the existence of the blue fish spirit, and sighed in their hearts that such a rare spirit had been born in a small tribe with less than a hundred people.

Everyone sat around the long table on the first floor of the tavern, and the leopard woman was the most lively and direct.

"This fishman tribe has a spirit, why don't you try your Totemic War Dance here? Why put it in the Tauren tribe instead?"

The old fishman, who happened to come in to deliver the dishes, heard this. He didn't want to leave it to the clumsy juniors, but he didn't expect to hear this news.

Although their fishmen's combat power was indeed not as good as the Tauren's, they were loyal and would never betray the Dragon Lord. Most importantly, they came first!

As the first tribe to be loyal to the Dragon Lord, shouldn't good things be given to them first?

"Dragon Lord, respected druids, this is the first dish, honey nut cake, and rose tea, please enjoy."

While serving the dishes, the old fishman looked at Attilan with resentful eyes from time to time, making him feel a little embarrassed. It wasn't that he didn't arrange the Totemic War Dance for the fishmen, but the situation of the fishmen was completely different from that of the Tauren.

This fishman tribe was special.