The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

After counting, the specific numbers of minotaurs and centaurs were confirmed. Attilan discovered that there were even more than his rough estimate. There were 354 minotaurs and 712 centaurs.

Ignoring the small number of calves (11) and foals (42) that couldn't fight and could only act as food sinks, there were even some disabled minotaurs and centaurs among the new additions. Lista was practically treating his place like a charity.

"What's the deal with these missing arms and legs? Why did you even want them? Isn't this just a waste of food? And where did they get the wooden arms and legs they're using?"

Lista scratched his horns.

"Originally, I didn't want them either, but a druid told me that if I was willing to take them in, he would provide them with wooden arms and legs so they could work normally."

"I thought that since they could cultivate land, plant, and harvest, it would be okay to keep them. And it turns out my decision was right. Compared to those minotaurs and centaurs with all their limbs, they work much more actively and diligently."

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Attilan nodded. These disabled minotaurs and centaurs weren't being abandoned and still had the chance to eat their fill. They wouldn't find a second place this good if they missed it, so their loyalty would indeed be higher.

"Dragon Lord, can they stay?"

"Who told the Dragon Lord I'm kind-hearted? Let them stay then. Oh right, where's that druid who makes wooden prosthetics? I don't remember there being such a talent in the forest."

"These wooden prosthetics are made too well. They almost allow this group of disabled people to move like normal people."

Moreover, Attilan discovered that these weren't just simple wooden prosthetics. They also bore traces of druidic magic. The minotaurs and centaurs with the prosthetics had a hint of treant druid about them.

If he could obtain this secret technique, Attilan would no longer have to worry about the placement of those dependents who became disabled due to war. If they couldn't fight, they could go farm.

Furthermore, from Attilan's point of view, the technology of connecting wooden limbs to treant stumps was very valuable. Minotaurs and centaurs with these limbs might even have their combat power increased.

Of course, they weren't druids and couldn't control natural magic to use the wooden limbs freely. They definitely wouldn't be as agile as treant druids, but the biggest advantage of treant limbs was that they had no pain.

Lista shook his head and said:

"He disappeared after making all the wooden limbs that everyone needed. I was even thinking of inviting him to a big meal in Greenscale Town and introducing him to the Dragon Lord."

"He said with a smile that he was just an ordinary druid spreading the gospel of nature, allowing more people to believe in nature and follow the path of natural balance. He only did what he could and didn't deserve thanks."

"At the same time, he hoped that we could take good care of the farmland reclaimed from the wasteland. If we can turn this wasteland into an oasis, he will come back again."

Hiss, listening to Lista say this, Attilan felt that this mysterious person was definitely not an ordinary druid, but either a grand druid or a legendary druid!

He just didn't expect that there would actually be missionaries among their druids.

"It's a pity that I can't meet this master. Otherwise, I could ask for some advice."

Druids who travel around like this must have many seeds of rare plants in their hands, which might be able to solve the problem of severe saline-alkali soil in the northwestern corner of the wasteland.

The more serious the problem with the land, the more it must be dealt with in advance.

Dealing with the saline-alkali soil now would allow normal agricultural planting in three years. This was Attilan's original idea, but the problem of the saline-alkali soil was more serious than he thought, and he couldn't deal with it at all now.

When he went to Water Cell Town just now, he specifically looked at the germination of the alfalfa seeds in the farmland, and it was very poor!

This was because the alfalfa seeds in his hand were not a variety specifically planted in saline-alkali soil, and the salt-alkali content of the soil around Water Cell Town was too high.

This led to the very low survival rate and germination rate of the alfalfa seeds in his hand, which were theoretically salt-alkali tolerant, but only to a small extent.

The hundred acres of land reclaimed in Water Cell Town were watered before sowing in order to flush out the salt-alkali components in the soil, and all of them were sprinkled with alfalfa seeds wrapped in black soil mud.

Wrapping the seeds in mud can increase the germination rate, but less than one-tenth of the alfalfa seeds germinate.

This won't do. If he doesn't grow food here and trade with the dwarves, then how to transport it to the western halfling town and trade with the dwarves will be a big problem.

Using the geographical advantage of Water Cell Town, he can let the dwarves come to his door to purchase.

Seeds directly ripened by druidic magic are almost no different from their parents, unless he can mix and use the magic of screening gene fragments used when cultivating specific varieties. In this way, he can speed up the cultivation of salt-alkali tolerant alfalfa varieties.

The difficulty of this spell combination is very high. Anyway, Attilan, a level 6 druid, has no way to complete the precise spell combination by relying on the dragon magic of the ocean wyrm through brute force.

In the entire Green Sea Forest, the druid who is best at this spell combination must be Old Rascals. He can pick out gene fragments and create so many strange animals.

He will definitely be able to cultivate the salt-alkali tolerant alfalfa that Attilan needs!

Attilan smiled slightly. It seemed that he was going to launch a culinary diplomacy tactic again.

It just so happened that he had promised Old Rascals last time to prepare a large table of delicacies involving multiple animals to entertain Old Rascals. He only needed to add a dish made of alfalfa to it.

He can lead the topic to salt-alkali tolerant alfalfa.

Old Rascals, as long as you can make him happy and laugh out loud, he can satisfy any request you make, as long as it's not too excessive. What he wants is only salt-alkali tolerant alfalfa, which is a piece of cake for Old Rascals.

"You send some minotaurs and centaurs to Water Cell Town and let them level the mountain road. After turning over three large mountains in the northwest direction, you will see a small town of dwarves."

"Once this road is built, the dwarves can bring their ironware to trade with us. It doesn't need to be built too well, just enough for centaurs to walk on."

There must be a road so that the dwarves can come to trade with the Nature Kingdom. As long as you tell the dwarves that there is wine here, they will definitely trek through mountains and rivers and bring ironware to drink wine.

Maybe the dwarves who owe wine debts and have no money to pay will become Attilan's military blacksmiths.

"The ten thousand acres of land at the Rainforest Outpost should be cultivated faster. If you don't hurry up, you will miss the season for planting black beans."

Lista nodded and said:

"I will arrange it, but Dragon Lord, if it's really too late, can we just plant the black beans first and deal with the soil after harvesting?"

"Okay, low yield is better than no yield. I'll go deal with the saline-alkali soil problem first."

When he returned to Greenscale Town and was about to order Old Fishman, he suddenly had a whim and asked:

"Lista just gave me a big surprise, adding a whole six hundred more mouths. You wouldn't have also gathered a group of fishmen waiting to report to me, would you?"

Who knew that Old Fishman grinned.

"Dragon Lord is wise. I did let the young men of the tribe inquire about the situation in the rainforest and found several small fishmen tribes. I am trying to win them over to join Greenscale Town."

"Adding them all up, there are less than two hundred. I didn't expect that this wild bull Lista would recruit people even faster than me."

Fishmen tribes can be recruited. The fertile soil along the Dragon Lake is not being fully utilized. What is lacking is aquatic races such as fishmen and snakemen to work.

For example, the fishponds in Greenscale Town are where fishmen dig mud and sand to enclose an area in the lake to raise and capture herbivorous fish. It's simple, but the fishmen can stay in the water all the time while working.

If it were replaced by a terrestrial race, their legs would definitely break if they stayed in the water all day.

The rainforest is full of ponds and swamps. If you want to occupy the rainforest in the future, you will have to let the fishmen, snakemen, and lizardmen be the main force.

"By the way, what is the situation of that lizardmen tribe?"

Old Fishman lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Dragon Lord, the latest news is that the lizardmen tribe made a feint of attacking to bluff, but the result was that they were packing their things and running south along a large river in the rainforest overnight."

Talent! If there is a chance, you must invite this group of lizardmen to join his team. Not only for the linen weavers, but also for their leader who can use bluffing, attacking from the east and striking from the west, and running away as the best option.

It simply makes Attilan salivate.

"Let Ophelia prepare water for me to bathe. I will entertain distinguished guests in a while."

This month's druidic spells were not practiced in vain. Attilan directly wrote an invitation on birch bark paper to Old Rascals. He asked the owl on the treetop to help deliver it with full sincerity. The owl was Attilan's summoned animal messenger.

Seeing that this snowy owl was very useful for delivering letters and looked good, Attilan kept her and named her Hedwig.

"Let the kitchen prepare the ingredients. I will cook myself after bathing."

"Yes, Dragon Lord."

Although Old Fishman didn't quite understand, after bathing, he would cook himself. What was the meaning of bathing?

Lying on the smooth polished slate and enjoying the snake princess's fair and slender fingers holding a silk cloth dipped in water to wipe his scales, Attilan comfortably closed his eyes to enjoy.

What does Old Fishman know? If he just wanted to clean his body, he could directly summon a water elemental! Letting the snake princess help him bathe is enjoying the process, not the result.

It was two hours later that Old Rascals arrived at Greenscale Town in a rabbit-drawn carriage. Attilan's prepared dishes filled a three-meter-long table, and the only ones who enjoyed them were him and Old Rascals, and mainly Old Rascals.

Crystal clear ruby braised pork, fish belly stuffed with lamb, known as the ultimate delicacy, and eight-treasure gourd duck, where the whole duck is deboned and stuffed with eight ingredients to form a vermilion gourd.

The others will not be listed one by one. In short, Attilan has used all his skills.

Today's theme is delicious and good-looking, to meet the customer needs of Old Rascals.

"Senior, are you satisfied with today's dishes?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied. I heard about you, kid, from Gai'o Gai. Tell me, what's the matter you're looking for me for? But if the problem is too big, it can't be solved with just one meal."

"At least a month! I have a friend coming tomorrow, and you must prepare a set of dishes that is even more sumptuous than today to entertain him!"

Old Rascals, I didn't expect you to be so easily bought.