The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

The existence of the Green Fish Spirit proves that the Fishmen already have their own inheritance, but building totem war dances around the Green Fish Spirit and water elements will not allow the Fishmen to reach a very high ceiling.

As the first affiliated tribe of Attilan, the Ocean Wyrm, he hopes that the Fishmen can continue to walk with him, so the Fishmen must be able to consistently produce superior professionals above level 10.

The Fishman Overseer should ideally be a top-level professional above level 15.

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But now the most powerful leader in the tribe is just a lower-level level 5 barbarian.

According to the old Fishman, the leader is showing signs of a breakthrough. It's best to wait until he breaks through before starting to arrange the Fishman totem war dance, and their war dance must be linked to him, the Dragon Lord, so that the Fishmen have a chance to produce top-level professionals.

As an Ocean Wyrm, the vast and boundless sea is the environment where Attilan can best display his talents, and the Fishmen are the most suitable race to become his dependents in the ocean.

Although it sounds arrogant, Attilan's goal is not only the land under his feet, but also the blue ocean outside the land. If he discovers other continents, Attilan doesn't mind conquering them along the way.

If other races are allowed to sail across the ocean to conquer the continent, the shipbuilding and navigation technology required would need magical participation, and there are kingdoms on this continent that have mastered this level of magic technology.

"It's not necessarily good to get some things first. Summarizing failure experiences and improving results will save you from tossing back and forth. After watching last night's experiment, I found many problems. Look at my newly organized version."

Hearing Attilan's words before leaving, the old Fishman's heart was warm.

Last night, Attilan updated the Minotaur Totem War Dance overnight, incorporating the insights from watching the Centaur war dance. It seems more complicated, but the Minotaurs use it more effectively.

The Druids ate honey nut biscuits and took turns watching Attilan's handwritten two copies of the Minotaur war dance explanation. The old Centaur asked in surprise:

"You are taking longer by extending the process, and the benefits of the war dance have not increased. What is the purpose of doing this?"

There is a reason for letting the Centaur choose the wind element. Four hooves allow them to run fast, and also leave impatience in their bones.

"The earth element and the earth symbolize thickness and stability. I think this is more in line with the spiritual core I chose for the Minotaur."

The Leopard Girl's thinking is too jumpy. Everyone is discussing which parts of Attilan's updated war dance are inappropriate, but she is frantically showing off the nut biscuits and rose tea.

"Why don't you eat it?"

Although Attilan nominally invited everyone to a tea party, who came for the food? They are all Druids, what good ingredients haven't they eaten?

Delicacies are not worth mentioning, but on the surface, everyone casually picked up a piece to taste.

The taste is actually... pretty good?

When did the Fishmen also produce such an excellent chef? The cooking technique is also very unique.

At this time, the second dish came, cold pig ears.

"This is?"

Many people cannot accept eating animal heads and internal organs, and Druids are the same. Even if someone has eaten pig ears, they can't recognize them after being spiced, stewed, and shredded.

While others were still thinking, the Leopard Girl had already started. The first dish was delicious, and the second dish would definitely not be bad.

"It's delicious, the sour and spicy sauce wraps the meat I've never seen before. The outside is soft and glutinous, and the inside is crispy like a bone. I like it!"

Everyone gave unanimous praise after tasting it. This experience is very novel.

Spicy white meat, braised pork ribs, sauce elbow, stir-fried pork heart, stir-fried liver and kidney, pan-fried fish with essence, sashimi, boiled fish slices, fish soup, a dazzling array of dishes were placed on the table, and all the Druids were stunned.

It turns out that a pig can make so many different dishes?

While eating, everyone forgot that they were here to discuss the war dance.

After Attilan's brewed wine was served, the Wine Girl finally had a chance to express her opinion.

"Your wine is not good. The brewing technique is not up to par. There are many impurities in it that affect the flavor of the wine, and the grapes are not very good either. If you have a chance, come to my orchard and I will teach you how to grow grapes and make wine!"

"Now I can only simply process it so that everyone will not be poisoned after drinking it."

Attilan doesn't know what magic the Wine Girl used, but the wine did become clear and the taste was more mellow. Such a big improvement can only be considered simple processing.

Wouldn't the wine carefully brewed by the Wine Girl go to heaven?

The most common thing at the whole banquet was the staple food, honey bread. After a full meal, the Druids dispersed. Everyone told Attilan their addresses so that he could come to them for help if he needed it.

For the sake of food, they have made Attilan their friend!

The old Centaur didn't leave. He was going to take Attilan to see the Wild Boar Elder.

"Through these dishes today, I know that you and that old guy must have something in common. Besides playing, he likes to eat the most. Let the kitchen pack some food, we should be able to find him now."

Good at eating, drinking and having fun, doesn't sound like a serious Druid.

Following the old Centaur to a peculiar field, I felt that the animals and plants around me were exuding happy emotions. Not only had he never been here before, he hadn't even noticed that there was such a place in the forest.

Confirmed, this is a master!

"Many of his works live here. The old guy doesn't like to touch his things, so don't mess around. Just look with your eyes."

After instructing Attilan in a low voice, the old Centaur shouted as loudly as possible:

"Old guy, I'm here to see you!"

Accompanied by rustling sounds, a stylish chariot rushed out of the forest and stopped in front of the old Centaur with a drift. Attilan never thought that he would see such an explosive thing in his lifetime.

"Little pony, is my car cool?"

This is a chariot pulled by 16 rabbits running.

"Old guy, what new breed have you come up with? Last time you said you wanted to breed ivory pigs, how did they become rabbits pulling the chariot?"

The old man with a wizard's hat and a slightly ragged white beard said a little madly:

"A halfling asked me to race, I looked around and found that the fastest runners were these rabbits. I'm training them. He actually said that the old man couldn't run faster than the young man!"

"It pissed me off, I'm going to let him see the wisdom of the elderly!"