The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 151: When the Dragon Lord comes, he bows to him

A steady stream of water vapor was evaporated into the sky and formed into clouds. Under Attilan's control, it turned into water dragons and poured into the ditch. The water flow hit the river bank and set off huge waves.

The tauren fled in a panic away from the waves, for fear of being swept in by the waves and buried under the water. Only then did they realize that the water channel that had been dug for so long was actually used in this way.

Originally, they thought that digging the water channel would be time-consuming and laborious, but it turned out that not much water was drained out, which was a complete waste of their efforts. As a result, the tauren were so shocked that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear.

It turns out that the purpose of building waterways is not to drain water naturally, but to drain the water vapor extracted by the dragon master at once.

The Dragon Lord is so powerful. No wonder the powerful tauren like Lord Lista surrender to the Dragon Lord and are loyal to the Dragon Lord. If everyone follows the Dragon Lord, they will definitely eat meat every meal in the future!

This was the unanimous voice of all the tauren when they saw the amazing scene of steaming water vapor. From then on, they had no idea of ​​rebellion at all.

Attilan caused such a big scene, and the elven villages hundreds of kilometers away were affected. The river suddenly became rapid and the flow doubled and washed away many unlucky elves.

Fortunately, Attilan only removed the water vapor on the surface of the swamp. At most, these elves were injured, but they would not lose their lives.

After Attilan removed the water vapor, the soil was still very soft, but compared to the situation before when you stepped into a puddle, these fertile soil only needed to be exposed to the sun to grow food.

Attilan landed in front of Lista, took a deep breath and said:

"Let them pick up the fish and shrimps in the soil and eat them. After tidying up the land, they can plant black beans and wheat. The rivers should also be repaired. The rainy season in the rainforest is coming soon."

"I don't want the land that was finally drained to be flooded again just after planting food."

When they heard that they could catch fish to eat, the tauren excitedly ran towards the newly dried land.

Although they can eat meat now, the large amount of grass mixed in the food makes the tauren feel a little uncomfortable. They are ferocious tauren, what is the difference between eating grass and bison?

The water content of the swamp Attilan occupies is not too exaggerated. Although the lake only extends to three rivers into the rain forest, in the southern part of the rain forest, the three rivers gradually disperse into many tributaries.

Meandering rivers gradually eroded the land south of the rainforest into swamps.

It seems that the scene of Attilan's withdrawal from the magic circle is earth-shattering, but in fact the land he drained only occupies a small part of this swamp.

And as the water in the lake continues to flow south, the land can't be saved by relying on the current dug river channels. The river channels selected by Attilan must be deepened and widened.

The elves were only swept away with a few people, but the murlocs were really in dire straits.

It is true that the murlocs will not drown in the water, but the powerful impact of the water flow released by Attilan broke the ribs of more than a hundred murlocs. The huge movement alarmed many murloc tribes and sent warriors to investigate what happened in the north. What.

The loose tauren were suddenly kneaded into a whole by a powerful tauren, and they expelled the murloc tribe that originally lived in the north. They just dug on the ground all day long without knowing what to do.

The fishmen migrated to the territory ceded by the tauren, but the fishman shaman has always been worried about when this group of tauren will go south and turn them into slaves of the tauren.

As a result, after such a long time, the tauren still had enough food. They once launched plundering wars against them, but now they have become self-sufficient, and they are not tauren at all.

The commotion caused today is simply impossible for the tauren to do.

When the murloc warriors brought the tauren camp, a giant dragon appeared in the tauren camp, as well as hundreds of elite warriors, most of whom were murlocs. The knowledgeable murloc shaman knew that it was their turn.

First, the tauren barbarians suddenly appeared and conquered all the tauren tribes. Now it seems that the barbarians are the descendants of the dragon that appeared.

In a fish-man tribe with more than two hundred people, the old fish-man shaman looked at the fish bone staff in his hand and sighed.

"It seems that our life of fishing for a living is coming to an end. From now on, we must be loyal to the dragon, fight for his ambition, and sacrifice our precious lives as fishmen."

The fishman warrior clenched the harpoon in his hand.

"What are you afraid of? It's just a giant dragon. I don't think it's particularly big. Even if we can't defeat it, why can't we still run away?"

The shaman sighed.

"Run? Tell me, where can we run? Will the lizard people, centaurs, and frog people in the south give us their territory to live in and fish to us to eat?"

"Then go further south?"

"Elf creatures are much stronger than our barbaric and desolate tribes. I remember when I was a child, there was once a powerful centaur who conquered all the centaur tribes."

"Formed a powerful kingdom, and recruited many lizardmen, fishmen, and tauren to join his army, and went south to invade the rich elven villages."

"At first they did loot a lot of food and enjoyed it for a while, but soon the elves' counterattack arrived, and the horse king finally died in the swamp in embarrassment."

A fishman warrior said impatiently:

"His bones are in the lake where we often fish. We have heard this story since we were young. We are tired of hearing it. We can't go anywhere. We can't just wait to die, right?"

"Shaman, you'd better give us an accurate migration direction so that we can pack up and prepare to leave."

The shaman shook his head slowly, his eyes gradually becoming firm.

"No, we don't migrate, we take refuge in the dragon! No matter where we go, we will inevitably fight, but by taking refuge in the dragon, we can keep all the tribesmen full."

"It's just that we may inevitably have to go to war with the elves in the future. Are you afraid?"

The impatient red fishman waved his hand and fervently pulled out the short knife at his waist.

"You have already said that we may die no matter who we fight. Why not choose a strong opponent to fight, so that we will have no regrets even if we die."

The warrior who spoke first asked calmly:

"Did the blue fish man who came to our tribe before make you change your mind?"

The shaman nodded, took out a bag of leaves and handed it to the warrior.

"This is a gift he gave me. I can try the snacks made from the fish they raised themselves. After I join the Dragon Lord and build a fish pond in the fishing lake, we can also eat dried fish every day."

"Until we become like them, eating fish until we get tired of it."

The shaman smiled bitterly and said:

"I have lived for decades and have eaten fish almost every day, but I have never experienced what it feels like to eat fish until I don't want to eat it anymore. Every time I want to eat the bones too."

The red fish man smiled and said:

"That's exactly what you did."

As he spoke, the red fishman opened the package to reveal the golden dried fish inside, and said disdainfully:

"It's not just ordinary dried fish. Sometimes when we catch too many fish, it's also made into dried fish and preserved. What's there to envy?"

The calm black fish man picked up a dried fish and smelled it.

"Why does it taste so good?"

He took another tentative bite, and was immediately hit by the fragrant smell of dried fish.

"It's so delicious! Is such delicious dried fish really just their snack? Rather than a sacrifice used to sacrifice to the gods?"

The shaman said in an old-fashioned way:

"Judging from his nonchalant look, this kind of dried fish is not precious in the Dragon Lord's country. He promised to feed all the fishmen and use iron weapons to fight and armor to increase their defense."

The red fishman grabbed a dried fish and stuffed it into his mouth. Although he was also shocked, he still said firmly:

"Isn't it just delicious dried fish? Maybe he was just acting to deceive you. In fact, after the fishman took refuge with the dragon, he didn't have enough to eat at all, and his life was even worse than before."

The black fish man stared at him and asked:

"Then look at the tauren who were gathered together for four months. Did they ever lack food? I remember you went to investigate why the tauren didn't lack food, right?"

"Do you still remember how their food was transported?"

The red fishman clenched the dried fish in his hand.

"More than a hundred men and horses carried large sacks on their backs, and some moose carried more sacks into the tauren camp. They were full of food."

"They accidentally spilled a bag of grain. I think they just randomly collected most of the grain, and they just didn't want the remaining scattered grain."

"I went to taste it. The black beans had salt added to them. They tasted really good."

The black fish man nodded and continued:

"I agree with surrendering to the dragon. Although the tauren gave up some territory, they occupy more of our territory and it becomes more and more difficult to obtain food."

The living space has been squeezed, and the life of the fish-man tribe has become difficult.

"Then you two go to the tauren camp to meet the dragon master now. Don't be beaten by other murlocs. The first murloc to seek refuge will definitely get the most benefits, I think."

"Yes!"

Although this murloc tribe with a population of 200 almost lives in seven or eight tribes in this area, it is considered the most powerful existence among the thousands of murlocs.

But their opponents are not weak either, and the smaller the number of fishmen tribes can still exist, their leaders or shamans must be cunning and wise.

The Dragon Lord's fishman envoys must have gone to other tribes besides theirs.

Seeing the lightning and thunder in the north and the dark clouds covering the sky, the old shaman knew that he had to make a decision.

Taking refuge in the Dragon Lord and fighting the elves may be the fate of their fish-men, tauren, snake-men, centaurs and other creatures. After all, except for dragons, elves, humans and dwarves, they will not accept the allegiance of these animal races.

When the two fishmen rushed to the camp as quickly as possible, Attilan was enjoying fresh grilled fish. He brought the halfling with him for this operation.

The number of halfling chefs accompanying the army has grown from zero to three. Except for the initial halfling adventurer, after he returned to Halfling Town with soy sauce, he actually persuaded two halflings to come back together. .

<divclass="contentadv">Then the three of them became Attilan's royal chefs, responsible for preparing food for the Dragon Lord and Warlord, while ordinary soldiers were left to the half-baked fishman chef.

Attilan did not bring all of the several qualified fishman chefs that Qinglin Town had finally trained. Even if they did come, they would mostly direct the work of their apprentices.

The remaining fishman chefs are responsible for receiving the druids who visit Green Scale Town from time to time. They are also responsible for the Thunder Mutual Aid Association, the Agricultural Planting and Breeding Association, the Fruit Wine Club, and the school cafeteria.

The Agricultural Planting and Breeding Society is a new group formed by Attilan with Cao Nu as its core. Its main purpose is to cultivate better quality millet, wheat, black beans, carrots, parsley, and onions.

The secondary purpose is that all edible food and furniture, which are related to food, clothing, housing and transportation, must be cultivated with the help of druids into varieties that are easier to grow and raise.

For example, the wheat and black beans grown after absorbing moisture are the varieties that Attilan spent three months selecting and are more suitable for planting in moist soil environments.

Of course, with only three months, the varieties cultivated will definitely have limitations. Druids are not omnipotent, but top druids can still quickly cultivate a new variety of food.

But top druids would not do such things casually to disrupt the natural balance.

At most, the varieties selected by Attilan can only yield slightly more than those grown in the desert. We want to make good use of the wetland environment to truly increase yields.

It is also necessary to select high-quality seeds that are truly suitable for this land through generations of planting.

The fish here are larger than those at the edge of the lake, but without the unique water element nourishment in the lake, the taste of the fish meat is still slightly worse.

At this time, a man came in.

"Lord Dragon, there are two fishmen outside asking to see you."

Attilan raised his eyes curiously.

"What are they here for?"

"From what they said, their tribe saw the Dragon Lord's power and planned to take refuge with the Dragon Lord."

Attilan's claws cut through the flesh of the fish.

"Interesting, let them in."

When the two fishmen saw Attilan, they knelt on the ground.

"Meet the Dragon Lord!"

"Why do you want to take refuge in me?"

Before the calm black fish man could speak, the red fish man spoke first.

"Because I can eat enough!"

Heiyu spoke quickly.

"I admire the power of the Dragon Lord and hope to be protected by the Dragon Lord."

There are black fish with high emotional intelligence and red fish with low emotional intelligence, but Attilan prefers red fish.

"I do have endless food, but whether I can eat it depends on your performance. I can protect you, but you must be valuable."

Red Fish's eyes were full of enthusiasm.

"I will fight whoever the dragon master needs us to fight!"

Blackfish followed closely, beating his chest with his right hand.

"It is our honor to serve the Dragon Lord."

Attilan pointed at the black fish, smiled and said to Lista:

"This Heiyu is pretty good. I think he can be your adjutant."

Lista also nodded.

"It does look a bit like Fisher, but I still prefer the red murloc."

Attilan smiled and waved his hand.

"That won't work. Such an aggressive guy should be handed over to Fisher and let him polish it. Or a jackal is more suitable for him to perform."

"How many people are there in your tribe? How many warriors, how many women and children, what do you usually eat, and what is your relationship with the surrounding tribes?"

Heiyu answered all Attilan's questions calmly, and Attilan nodded with satisfaction.

"I'll reward you with this plate of grilled fish. I'm very satisfied with your answer."

The red fishman stood up excitedly.

"Just for answering some questions, the Dragon Lord rewarded him with a big fish. I'm stupid and can't speak, but I can fight. I think I can also get a reward from the Dragon Lord."

"Since you are good at fighting, let me see how good you are at fighting. There are many warriors here. You can choose any one to be your opponent."

The red murloc pointed directly at Lista.

"I choose him! He seems to be the best player among this group of people."

Attilan smiled teasingly, ready for a good show.

Heiyu quickly said:

"Dragon Lord, he has been living in the swamp and has never seen much of the world. Please forgive him for his arrogance."

Attilan looked at Lista with a smile.

"The real master is not angry. Why should I be angry? Lista, he wants to challenge you. What do you think?"

Lista stood up directly.

"Let me teach this kid what it means to respect the strong."

"I also want to see how powerful they are at being able to defeat all the barbarians from the tauren tribe!"

Lista's fist clenched and he looked at the red fish with disdain.

"You'll see it soon."

Redfish took out his dagger, but Lista just clenched his fist.

"You don't use weapons?"

Lista said contemptuously:

"We don't need weapons to deal with you."

After saying that, Lista rushed forward and knocked the red fish away with one punch. The black fish could only sit behind the newly brought table and watch the battle anxiously.

"Don't worry about eating fish, Lista won't beat him to death."

The Dragon Lord said this, and Black Fish could only pick up the knife and fork to enjoy the fish meat that Attilan only took one bite of.

He originally thought that spiced dried fish was already a rare delicacy in the world, but this bite of fish made him realize what real delicacy is.

The Dragon Lord's fish is bigger than other people's fish, but Heiyu can see that the cooking methods are similar, which means that following the Dragon Lord, as long as you have the strength, you can indeed live a good life.

Heiyu clenched his fists. He would also eat this delicacy in the future, and he would eat it sitting next to the Dragon Lord like these generals!

Lista only punched three times, and Red Fish vomited blood and fell to the ground.

The little fishman Thrall walked out from Attilan, waved a ball of water at the red fish, wrapped his body, and slowly healed the red fish's injuries.

Blackfish looked at Thrall in shock, could such a young fishman use such a powerful spell?

The old shaman of their tribe has been a shaman for decades, and even the most powerful spell can summon a water element whose combat power is not as strong as his own.

The old shaman also worked hard to learn spells that are very difficult to master, such as healing spells, but failed shamefully time and time again, and finally resigned to his fate and gave up some time ago.

But is the waiter beside the Dragon Lord such a powerful shaman?

At this moment, the men and horses walked in again.

"Dragon Lord, a few more murlocs have arrived. Judging from their appearance, they are a bit at odds with each other, but they all come to seek refuge with the Dragon Lord."

Attilan smiled slightly.

"I didn't expect that I had just arrived and all the fishmen were planning to join me without doing anything."

Because I have been thinking for too long and there is no time, I only have 5,000 words today.