The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 152: Who is worthy of being called God King?

Attilan had his men let in all the murlocs who came to see him. Even though they were about to meet the Dragon Lord, small frictions between these murlocs continued to occur.

You push me, I squeeze you, and they come to Attilan in a bumpy way. When they see the black fish sitting on the seat eating fish, and the red fish lying on the ground being treated by the shaman.

Their eyes were full of shock.

"When did you two arrive?"

The black fish ate the fish calmly.

"Why don't you go see the Dragon Lord quickly? Are you going to make the distinguished Dragon Lord wait for you?"

The young man was good at applying eye drops, but Attilan did not accept this trick.

When Black Fish said this, the colorful fish man immediately walked respectfully to Attilan and knelt down.

"Meet the Dragon Lord!"

Attilan waved his hand lazily, rubbing his two claws together to pull out a string of metal sparks.

"Everyone, get up and tell me why you want to take refuge in me."

A fishman stepped forward first and said with a flattering smile:

"Of course I admire the power of the Dragon Lord. I saw the Dragon Lord triggering wind and thunder, rolling up water vapor that covered the sky and forming clouds. I immediately returned to the tribe to persuade the tribesmen to surrender to the Dragon Lord."

"It's just that this camp is a bit far away from our tribe, so it came later than the black fish and red fish."

Other fishmen quickly agreed:

"Yes, the journey is too long. When we went back and told the clansmen about the Dragon Lord's power, everyone immediately shouted in unison to join the Dragon Lord and live a majestic life."

Attilan's powerful extraction magic circle must have an effect, but relying on its power can only make people take it orally but not be convinced. The fishmen can take the initiative to come to the door to take effect.

Naturally, the lobbyist sent by the old fish man played a big role.

Dried fish was given to the shaman and the leader, and a few fried black beans with salt were given to the children passing by. The main purpose was to show off. For the backward wetland tribes, spreading food was much more effective than throwing coins.

All kinds of complimentary words that the fishmen could think of were said over and over again. Attilan's ears almost became calluses when he heard them, and he waved his hands slightly impatiently.

"Tell me one by one about the situation of the tribe, how many warriors there are, and how many murlocs are able to dig in the water and dig in the soil. You tell me first."

Attilan pointed at the most flattering fishman.

"Thank you Dragon Lord."

Being the first to speak proves that the Dragon Lord has remembered him, and their tribe must be treated better than other tribes!

The situation of the Flattering Murloc tribe is not very good. There are only over a hundred people in total, and the number of warriors is only sixty. No wonder he is so good at talking.

After all the fishmen finished introducing the tribe, Attilan tapped his fingers on the wooden table in front of him and said:

"I remember that besides you, there should be a fish-man tribe, right?"

"Tell the Dragon Lord, it's true. That tribe is the most powerful of all the fish-men tribes. If they don't come, they may have their own ideas."

Heiyu started to apply eye drops again.

At this time, the men and horses came in again and reported three times in a row. Attilan clearly felt that the men and horses were irritated with this group of fishmen.

"Dragon Lord, another group of fishmen came outside. There are more than twenty people who seem to be from the same tribe. They seem to be quite capable of fighting."

If you can dispatch so many elites at once, you are the strongest fish-man tribe.

I saw a burly fishman with a height of nearly three meters and four arms walking in first. The fishman behind him followed him carrying a huge golden crocodile.

The four-handed fishman half-knelt on the ground with a heroic aura.

"Meeting the Dragon Lord, I wasted time in order to catch this crocodile as a gift to the Dragon Lord."

While he was talking, the crocodile tied up by the fishman with vines and water plants was still struggling.

"Still alive, you did a good job."

Attilan waved his hand, and several tauren went up to pick up the crocodile, carried it to Attilan, and put it down in front of Attilan. Attilan put his hand on the crocodile, and injected green light into the crocodile's body to explore its condition.

It was indeed Brother Ya's lost golden crocodile, but how did this crocodile grow so much in just half a year, reaching a body length of six meters and close to seven meters.

Isn't this the target body type that Yadi wants to cultivate?

The crocodiles bred by Ya Di were limited to about five meters in length. After the experiment reached an impasse, Ya Di even wanted Attilan to help him get some information about the Titan crocodiles from Xue Ran.

Attilan didn't even know what Yadi was thinking. He was completely stunned. He didn't even think about how the blood-stained one-hand nickname came about.

Titan Crocodile has a blood-stained dark history. If you bring it up now, is this an attitude of asking for help?

The correct request should be some information on the research on the enlargement of beasts!

Attilan has not yet taken action. In the past four months, he has gone to Amethyst Mountain from time to time to collect thunder energy to temper the dragon beads. He first uses the dragon beads to absorb the thunder energy and then absorbs the dragon beads into his body.

In this way, tempering can be more comprehensive and refined, but the price is more pain.

In the past, it was like cutting with a big knife, but now it is like inserting ten one-centimeter-thick steel needles into the body and pulling them out. Would you say it is more detailed and the effect is more profound?

Thunder Tempering was not the main purpose, Attilan came with a problem.

Many druids in the forest who are studying the project with great concentration actually want to consult Xue Ran with their questions, but they still have some social fears.

<divclass="contentadv">In order to better unite everyone around him, Attilan offered to help everyone ask questions. Otherwise, how do you think Attilan's agricultural cooperative and fruit wine club were established?

Of course, Xue Ran is a very cold person. If he thinks your question is low-end or uninnovative, he is just trying to use his experimental methods to get lazy.

He would not answer the question, but looked at Attilan with a look that was three parts cool, three parts contemptuous, and four parts careless, causing Attilan to subconsciously reflect on what was wrong with his question.

For example, the problem of Yadi's size expansion, why are there druids who are still studying how to breed larger crocodiles even though there are already many huge crocodiles?

Because what the Druid wants is this process of expanding the size. By expanding the size of the crocodile, the Druid can improve his fit with nature, thereby absorbing more natural magic.

It is the process of cultivating crocodiles to gain experience points and improve the druid level.

As for the various animals cultivated, they also help the druid's combat effectiveness. Of course, the druid still relies more on spells and transformation to fight, and the combat effectiveness of the animal companions is only a small part.

If the summoner can also become stronger through material enhancement, why should he waste materials to strengthen the summoned beast?

Attilan patted the crocodile and no longer thought about how it had grown so much in a short period of time. However, from the river to the wetland, this golden crocodile must have been to the inner circle of the lake.

The transformation of the crocodile is inseparable from the swamp dragon.

"Send the crocodile to Qinglin Town immediately. Be careful not to let the crocodile die."

Attilan turned back to look at the four-handed murloc.

"Fourth Hand, you are very good and have the potential to compete for the position of the third warlord."

The four-handed murloc tribe has more than 300 murlocs, and they are undoubtedly the number one. They originally lived in the southern part of the wetland, and have not fought against Lista before.

Of course, in a real fight, the four-handed fishman is no match for Lista.

How to manage these thousand and two fishmen is really difficult.

"Sal, you are responsible for managing them. Fourth Hand, Black Fish, and Smiley. The three of you will help him. Is there any problem?"

"No."

The three of them answered as quickly as possible, and then looked at each other, knowing that the following days would turn from overt fighting to secret fighting.

I hope this Thrall sent by the Dragon Lord is easy to fool.

Sal had just finished treating the red fish, and when Attilan mentioned his name, his eyes were filled with surprise.

"Dragon Lord, I don't have the experience to manage more than a thousand and two fishmen, I'm afraid I will make mistakes."

Attilan waved his hand and said firmly:

"That's it. If I say you can do it, you can do it. If I say they can't, they can't. Besides, look at Lista, has he managed a thousand tauren before?"

Lista also nodded and said:

"You must have learned a lot from serving the Dragon Lord for such a long time. All you need to do is give the fishmen some food, and give them a whip if they disobey the rules."

"I think they just obeyed."

Attilan smiled and said:

"Don't listen to Lista. His way of managing tauren is pretty much the same. Manage them according to your own ideas."

The little fish man's eyes became firm.

"I remember Dragon Lord, you said that you wanted to clean up the silt of the lake in the south and increase the water storage capacity of the lake. Why don't we gather everyone to work on this simple task."

Attilan tapped his paw on the table.

"Putting the cleaning of the fishman lake aside for the time being, it is more important to organize the water channels and restrict the water flow from the rainforest into the prescribed river channels. It is no problem to continue to maintain the wetland in the south, or even soak in more water."

"First, we will cultivate tens of thousands of acres of fertile land in the Tauren Plain. We can cultivate one hundred thousand acres of fertile land in this area, but it will take a long time."

"But cohesion is indeed important, Fourth Hand, are there any powerful enemies nearby that your tribe can't defeat?"

Si Shou's face darkened, and he lowered his head and answered:

"There is indeed one in the south. A group of poisonous frogmen occupy a rotten swamp that accumulates poisonous gas. There are more than five hundred frogmen, and they often compete with us for prey."

"And the frogmen arrogantly call their leader the God King."

Attilan narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly:

"No matter how high you are, you are worthy of being called a God King. This is the frogman tribe. The three hundred murlocs I brought will be responsible for reorganizing your tribe. All the murlocs who can participate in the war will be trained by me."

"In one month, I want to see the destruction of this frogman tribe. Lista, you lead the tauren to supervise the battle. Unless they are defeated, you don't need to take action."

What kind of title is God King? Even Attilan didn't dare to use such an arrogant title before he conquered this continent, and of course he didn't dare to use it after he conquered it.

Using a title like frogman or toadman will only make people laugh.

And if the emperor who conquered a continent calls himself the God King, it will attract the anger of the gods. Attilan and the frogman tribe are not the difference between gods and mortals.

"Follow the Dragon Lord's wishes!"