The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 18 Tidal Sea Spirit

Just when the satyrs were standing stupidly at the gate, not knowing how to go in, Attilan finally sensed the scent of satyrs and centaurs at the entrance of the town.

"Assemble people to carry food to the gate building, and ask the chef to boil more hot water."

Then he soared into the sky and appeared in front of the satyr across hundreds of meters in a few breaths.

"Why don't you go in and why are you standing in the gatehouse in a daze?"

The satyr pointed doubtfully at the neat gate arch and the sunflower garden surrounded by fences and asked:

"Did you instruct the fishmen to build these?"

Attilan proudly introduced: "Except for the sunflower, which I spawned using druid magic early this morning, the others were all built by fishmen."

For example, the fence of the flower garden comes from the shabby house building materials of the fishmen. As a druid, you should learn to reuse wooden building materials multiple times to be green and environmentally friendly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I can't believe that fish-men's hands can build such a beautiful building."

The Chinese-style architectural style of the doorway is indeed refreshing to the satyrs and centaurs.

"Go in, I've asked people to prepare hot soup and barbecue, please help carry the food."

Each of these ten men carried eight hundred kilograms of grain through the forest and delivered it to Qinglin Town. Attilan not only paid them wages, but at least gave them a good meal.

The two wild boars must not be able to withstand it, so he pushed the satyr with his tail.

"Map, you can be considered a half-master. Please help receive the people. If you keep walking along this road, you will see an oak tree. For the time being, we will have to rest in the open space."

"When the tavern is built, I will treat everyone to a night of drinking."

Attilan made a loop in the center of this 800-meter-long commercial street to facilitate the pubs in the south and hotels in the north to receive more guests without causing congestion.

Because of the tempering of the oak guard, the bear man believed that the difficulty of Attilan's cultivation should be raised to a higher level, so that he could get away from the low-level fun of planting flowers and trees.

Turn to forest resource redistribution!

Tree transplantation!

As trees grow, neighboring trees will compete with each other, which requires druids to manually adjust the layout of the trees so that the trees can continue to grow and the scope of the forest will expand.

When a tree or even a row of big trees suddenly appears on the edge of the forest, don't panic, it's the Druid doing his thing.

Attilan's task was to move the extra trees to the edge of the forest. The bear man taught Attilan his optimized tree transfer technique. It was not easy to move a tree with a height of more than ten meters to dozens of miles away.

Even if the transfer technique can shrink the tree and make it easier to carry, the druid needs to continuously mobilize natural magic power to maintain the spell during the process. If he is not careful, he will lose control. Being pressed by a heavy tree is enough for the druid.

The first time Attilan was transported, he was so fast that he was almost crushed to death by a big tree. After that time, he patiently and slowly transported people. Anyway, the bears just asked him to do things, and there was no set time before all disharmony must be transferred. big tree.

Therefore, Attilan felt at ease and used his power to move the extra fruit trees and nuts to the vicinity of Green Scale Town. The satyrs saw it, and they understood that Attilan wanted him to entertain because he wanted to go hunting for food and come back to entertain the people.

"If you just use Druid spells to ripen the fruits and nuts in the orchard, it will be enough for everyone to have a full meal."

The satyr is already very tired. He has also experienced a long journey with these centaurs. This damn Attilan really doesn't treat him as an outsider!

Attilan smiled and patted the satyr on the shoulder.

"This Qinglin Town still needs a mayor, and I'm very optimistic about you."

Rather than living in the forest with tigers, half-goats actually prefer lively towns and gathering places of intelligent life, so he likes to run towards centaurs and halfling towns.

Now that he had an opportunity to be the mayor, Maple would not miss it. The originally weak satyr suddenly became energetic and said with his head held high:

"Everyone, Mayor Maple will be responsible for entertaining you next."

Maple is really the most suitable person to be the mayor of the people Attilan knows. First of all, he has traveled across the continent and has been to human principalities, elven forests, dwarf kingdoms, halfling towns, and barbarian tribes.

As a wanderer, he is a well-spoken and eloquent speaker. He has met many city leaders and has fallen into the role so quickly. Attilan believes that Maple will be a suitable mayor.

<divclass="contentadv">Attilan went to the forest and caught two giant lizards and gave them to the chef to make the thank-you dinner not too shabby. He had no choice but to use his magic power to transfer the big trees and Crops.

Outside the singing and dancing crowd, the satyr was drinking fish soup and looking at Attilan with admiration.

"I've only been away for a month. Not only have you created such a neat town, but you have also grown a whole lot bigger. What are you going to eat this month?"

Just now, Maple noticed the changes that shocked the murloc tribe, and now he realized that Attilan's progress was equally exaggerated.

"My progress is not worth mentioning. I think the most important thing now is the industrial layout and manpower issues of Qinglin Town. Mayor Maple, where do you think we should go to recruit townspeople?"

"I think with the reputation of the mayor, I can definitely recruit a lot of people, right?"

Maple stiffened. What kind of reputation could he have as a rogue who was less than level 10? If he spent all his savings, he should be able to buy a few good slaves in the human towns in the north.

"Ahem, I will discuss this with the fishman priest and recruit as many people as possible. Is there anything else that I need to handle?"

Attilan then remembered that satyrs were not just rogues, so it would be appropriate for him to be the mentor of the murloc rogues!

"I plan to train a few rogues, and I'll leave them to you."

The satyr smiled confidently, patted his chest and asked:

"No problem, do you need me to teach them spells?"

Attilan was quite surprised.

"Aren't you a rogue? Why do rogues still know magic?"

"Of course! I am an elite among rogues, a trickster! With the natural magic-like abilities of satyrs, I can walk around the world without fear!"

"Then why were you almost killed by the human lord and needed the Khajiit to save you?"

Can you please stop exposing the shortcomings? You don’t know that the biggest characteristic of human beings is the large number of people. After the rogue is exposed, he is surrounded by the crowd and stabbed with swords, guns, swords and halberds. The rogue cannot stop him at all.

Looking at Maple's dark face, Attilan said with a smile:

"Teaching them stealth, concealment, and talking skills is enough. At most, they can learn a little lock picking, assassination, and spells. Wanderers who learn spells always have a nondescript feeling."

"Compared to the Trickster, I think the Shadow Warrior profession is more suitable for thieves to advance."

The satyr nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that after learning the knowledge of the Trickster, the rogue's level failed to advance and retreated, causing his slippery feet to be exposed and discovered by the human lord.

Attilan directly asked the old fishman to bring the two apprentices to Maple. Looking at one of the apprentices, he suddenly felt that he looked familiar.

"This is?"

"He is the eldest son of the Strong Fishman. He is a little smaller, but flexible enough."

Isn't this the little fish man who ate the big herring? It turns out that he is not underage, but simply small!

His small size is indeed suitable for the rogue profession. If this little murloc learns some more spells and is equipped with a shark spirit, wouldn't it look like a tidal sea spirit?

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