The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Although he had subdued the Minotaur Chieftain, Artlan didn't know much about his past.

Lista was once a Minotaur supremacist,一心想 着 带 领牛头 人 走 向 巅峰, firmly believing he was on the right path until Artlan captured him.

But his experiences during this time told him he was wrong, very wrong.

Especially after submitting to Artlan, when Artlan asked him his name, he realized he didn't even have one. So, Artlan gave him the name Lista, hoping he would reach a new peak with it.

The name was also a catalyst for the chieftain's astonishing actions. He wanted to live up to Artlan's expectations, as Artlan had treated him differently from other Minotaurs since his capture.

Initially, the chieftain only wanted to capture a flock of sand sheep, but little did he know that this Minotaur tribe was also hunting them.

Subduing them was just a matter of convenience. He initiated the sacred Horn Challenge and defeated the original leader in three punches. He had already held back his strength, otherwise, the leader wouldn't have just coughed up blood.

He used to think the old and weak were worthless, but now that the chieftain had been influenced by Artlan's new ideas, he knew that everyone had value, depending on whether the leader could develop it.

Although the old and weak couldn't fight for the survival of the tribe, they were more suited for delicate tasks like farming and building houses. Those who were physically weak would learn to think with their heads.

For example, the tribe he conquered this time might not have been as strong in combat as the one he built, but their clothing and tools were indeed more civilized. Although not by much, a piece of sheepskin and vines used as a loincloth were certainly more elegant than their random flailing.

He didn't used to think so, but after seeing the Centaur tribe all wearing linen clothes and understanding the concept of clothing, the chieftain suddenly found his own tribe an eyesore.

The chieftain brought back more than forty Minotaurs. Because the Halflings needed to practice driving carriages, and Old Prankster's connection meant they had to run, Artlan felt he was a treasure. Many of the livestock needed to build a natural empire could be found in his home.

Therefore, Artlan had to personally take responsibility for the food problem of the 90 Minotaurs. Just as he was about to ask the Centaurs for help to buy ten thousand pounds of wheat bran, the chieftain found him, hoping to get some sheepskins to make a loincloth for all the Minotaurs.

"Don't worry, this issue is already being addressed. Minotaur hides are thick, they don't need clothes for warmth, and the desert temperature will definitely make them uncomfortable in sheepskin skirts."

"Once the linen is woven, I will definitely have the Fishmen send a batch to make a uniform for everyone!"

As for the linen weaving project, it is currently progressing to the first step: expanding the planting area of flax, the raw material for linen, while also trying to weave flax fibers into linen.

Alignment classification shouldn't be so absolute, it might change again at any time.

In any case, Artlan thought it was enough to transform the Minotaurs into Lawful Evil. He didn't require all his tribes to be good, as long as they could complete his requests according to his instructions and not betray him.

"The primary task is to solve the food problem. Lista, what do you think?"

"Dragon Lord, why don't we take the warriors to raid other tribes in the desert?"

Without civilization and commerce, raiding seemed to be the only option for the Minotaurs.

Artlan sighed.

"Okay, you take ten people and come with me, and let the others stay and continue to reclaim the wasteland, collect dead branches and fallen leaves to burn the land, clear the river channels, and dig ditches."

"Dragon Lord, where are we going?"

"To the Halfling Town..."

Before Artlan could finish speaking, he heard the chieftain clap his hands excitedly.

"Dragon Lord is wise! Although the Halfling Town is far away, the harvest from one raid is more than raiding ten wilderness tribes!"

Artlan was speechless.

He had just praised the chieftain for changing, and he had already reverted. His mind was still full of raiding and collecting protection fees.

Halfling Town was the closest civilized place. If he destroyed it, where would he find a stable source of food at such a low price?

"Buy! We will buy food with money. Halflings are good at planting, and their granaries are full of grain. We will exchange grain for the goods they like."

"The Halflings will plant more grain if they want to get more goods. If the grain yield is high, we can get more grain for the same goods."

"Understand?"

Although he didn't understand, it didn't stop the chieftain from thinking it was amazing. He just felt there was a problem.

"Dragon Lord, we don't seem to have any goods that Halflings like. Why don't we raid them once first? Anyway, they don't know that the Minotaurs are warriors under the Dragon Lord."

"Let the Centaurs and Fishmen do the trading. I think the Fishmen are good at building houses. When the time comes, we will tear down the Halfling houses and let the Fishmen be responsible for building them, wouldn't we be able to earn another sum!"

To be able to come up with such a chain of schemes, this was no longer a Minotaur chieftain, but a reincarnated Crouching Dragon!

"No! Halfling Town will become my territory sooner or later. Wouldn't doing this be like smashing my own home?"

When the time is right, he would line up the Minotaur infantry, Centaur cavalry, and Fishman sailors in front of the Halflings, and then he, the Dragon Lord, would descend from the sky.

He would invite the Halflings to join the family, and they would protect the Halflings from then on. The Halflings only needed to grow wheat and provide cooks.

In the future, they would live a carefree life under the protection of the army. Wouldn't the Halflings be moved?

At this moment, a clear eagle cry suddenly sounded in the sky, and a snow-white Storm Eagle appeared before Artlan.

Eagle King, why was he here?

After landing, the Eagle King handed the package in his hand to Artlan and asked impatiently:

"What kind of experiment did you promise the master to do? He actually asked me to send you five Life Acorns, and said that you could eat them all, and that all the acorns in the forest are yours."

"We used to be tormented to the point of being half-dead when we did experiments with three acorns. Isn't this unlimited experiment going to kill you?"

"Is it that serious! ?"

Artlan's eyes widened when he heard this. He suddenly felt that Life Acorns were not so easy to swallow, and felt that Old Deng was like a black-hearted boss.

Eagle King looked at him sincerely:

"Don't worry, the master won't let you die. At most, you'll just be in a state worse than death."

Artlan's claws trembled slightly. Being worse than death was even more terrifying!

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