The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 15 The fish-man who shocked the dragon

Attilan's two front paws were trembling. He struggled to support his body and sit up, adjusted his posture and began to meditate. Every cell in his body greedily devoured the natural force.

Using his will to fight against his weak body, the Ursine could not provide help to his apprentice. He just silently mobilized the natural energy of the forest nearby so that Attilan could absorb it more easily.

This training for Attilan was not part of the plan, but it was necessary. The tempering of one's character in childhood would increase Attilan's upper limit.

Attilan must be sufficiently prepared to seize the opportunity when it comes, and the elemental dragon's lifespan of more than three thousand years gives him enough time to wait for the opportunity.

Moreover, the giant dragon has an advanced profession called the Dragon of Gods. When the dragon upgrades the profession of Dragon of Gods to the highest level 12, the dragon will become an immortal quasi-god.

At that time, Attilan's fault tolerance will be very high.

Transferring to the Dragon of Conferred Gods not only gives you the immortality trait, Attilan believes that it will also be helpful for becoming a God in the future. It can be regarded as a protective film for yourself, so that you will have greater control when igniting the divine fire.

It is still too early for Attilan to think about becoming a god. Of course, planning in advance is definitely better than no plan. After the establishment of the natural empire, it will be Attilan's stable source of faith.

But Attilan really didn't have the energy to pay attention to the fishman tribe, because Attilan used the lightning breath tempering and water of life to irrigate the oak guard's nightmare, which took Attilan a full fifteen days!

Do you know how he spent these fifteen days? ?

Every day he poured all his strength into the tree man, leaving not a drop left. Then he sat down tremblingly and meditated to recover. After adjusting, he continued to temper the tree man.

The Ursine is not a devil, so it is impossible for him to completely deny Attilan time to rest.

Go out for two hours a day to relax, satisfy your hunger, look at the picturesque scenery of the forest to soothe your nerves, and take the time to throw two wild boars or monitor lizards to the murloc tribe.

"So far, we have reached our limit. Go back and have a good sleep. Attilan will continue to sort out nature tomorrow."

Hearing what the bear man said, Attilan burst into tears. He was finally free!

The 15 days of tempering is not the limit of the tree man, but the limit of Attilan. The bear man accurately judged his physical condition and let him rest for a month or two to digest the accumulation during this period before continuing.

When the tree man is completely sublimated, he can be upgraded from an oak guard to an ancient tree of life. The roots spread across the earth to form a network that transports life energy. The effect of nourishing the growth of life is equivalent to Attilan's life breath.

Therefore, Attilan is really special. He has a specialized ability that has been cultivated in the Tree of Life for hundreds of years. As a result, Attilan was born with it, making the tree man's ignorant mind feel the differences in the world.

Seeing Attilan flying away happily, the tree man asked curiously:

"Big Bear, Xiaolong is so special, are you really okay?"

The bear man patted his chest and looked into the distance with a fierce look.

"I'm Kyogei, I can hold on!"

Returning to the long-lost Dragon's Nest, Attilan began to take stock of the results of this practice. It was also half a month. In the first half of the month, he seemed to be traveling around the mountains and rivers. In the second half of the month, he seemed to be in a state of immersion and couldn't stop. battlefield.

Fifteen days ago, he was just a level 15 druid hatchling. Now, not only has he reached level 2 druid, his spellcasting ability is comparable to that of a level 4 warlock.

In this way, he can be regarded as a level 5 professional.

The spellcasting ability given by the dragon's blood allows the dragon to learn spells like a warlock, except that the dragon develops its own spell blood, unlike the warlock who receives it from others.

Using his existing warlock spellcasting experience and the knowledge in his mind that his ancestors had given other warlocks spellcasting abilities in his inherited memory, Attilan felt that he should be able to make the fishman priest a warlock.

Attilan had no time to pay attention to the changes in the fishman tribe these days. He only occasionally dropped some food at the entrance of the village. Unexpectedly, the fishman actually strictly followed his instructions and built ten river clam fields.

Although the number of mussels was not enough, Attilan was very satisfied with the murloc's role as executor, and immediately asked the murloc to stop digging new mussel fields and take a day off today.

Attilan found the old fishman. He was carving a large piece of wood. The statue had already taken shape. Attilan could tell at a glance that the dragon he was carving was him.

<divclass="contentadv">Although the old fishman has made some optimizations, such as more coordinated body proportions, sharp claws, and longer dragon horns, it doesn't look like a young dragon at all, but more like a teenage dragon.

"Master, the statue is ready. I wonder when the dedication ceremony can be held?"

"Are you a warlock?"

Attilan was a little surprised, but the old fish man smiled calmly.

"It was true before, but later I was abandoned by my benefactor. I turned into a priest serving the water element. I could still maintain the ability to cast spells and heal everyone's injuries."

Attilan felt as if he had underestimated this old fish man. He did not expect that after losing the spellcasting ability of a warlock, he could still teach himself and be much better than the priest and druid he had previously deduced.

Now it seems that the fishman tribe still has talents. You see, this means he found an R card.

"I came and went in a hurry last time, and then I was delayed by something. What is the profession of the largest fishman?"

"barbarian."

Hearing the old fishman's answer, Attilan stared at him in surprise.

"Barbarian, are you sure you are right?"

It's not that Attilan looks down on fishmen, it's just that those who choose the profession of barbarian simply can't find such a calm person. The core of barbarian is anger and unyielding.

After learning to use his brain and arrange the fishmen's work appropriately, Attilan thought he was a warrior with excellent commanding abilities.

"That's right, there used to be many barbarians in the tribe who dared to go straight to the battlefield, but now he is the only one left. The others are just fishermen, at best, they can be regarded as reserve warriors."

"He has also become completely different from the barbarians I know. Under the guidance of a herring spirit, he learned to restrain his anger, so that he burst out with more powerful anger in battle."

The herring spirit, isn't it the totem soul of the barbarians? I didn't expect that the fishman tribe still has such a rare existence. No wonder they can tame the magic herring as a mount.

"Do you have any other talents in your tribe?"

Looking at the big murloc with several adult murlocs training in the distance, the old murloc said with emotion:

"If anyone can achieve something, it should be his two sons."

"To be more specific, the eldest son is thin and not very strong, but he is very agile and can swim very fast and without waves. If he is trained, he will become a qualified assassin."

"My younger son has good elemental perception ability. He is following me to learn how to serve the water element and master the ability to cast spells. The herring spirit also has a good impression of him."

A small tribe with only more than sixty murlocs could actually find such rich professional talents as warlocks, barbarians, assassins, and shamans. It really shocked Attilan.

There is no need to mention soldiers. This profession has the lowest threshold and is easy to learn but difficult to master. It is the most suitable cannon fodder on the battlefield. Just because soldiers follow orders in an orderly manner, commanders like to use them to fill the battle line.

Secondly, there are the barbarians who rush into battle. Attilan estimates that all the barbarians from the murloc tribe died in the battle. The death of these barbarians made the big murlocs learn to use their brains, and they changed from violent warriors with endless rage to totem soul guides. The totem warrior.

Compared with barbarians, it is more important to be a warlock with the ability to cast spells. Warlocks can make magic props and prepare magic potions.

"If I grant you my dragon's blood, can you restore the sorcerer's spellcasting ability?"