The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 196 It’s broken, the home was stolen!

In a battle between legendary warriors, especially those whose destructive power is above level 40, an oasis of nearly square kilometers is simply not enough to serve as their battlefield.

As the green grassy oasis was bit by bit wiped out in the battle, and the relatively fertile soil began to turn into desert, Attilan seemed to understand something very important.

The southwest desert was once a place full of life. Why did it turn into a desert and leave scars that have not been repaired for so many years?

Just from the destruction caused by the Deathclaw's necromantic magic, eliminating the remaining energy would require the action of an Archdruid, and it couldn't be just one Archdruid.

There are only a few people who are willing to do this kind of thing that may not be rewarded, but may cause damage. Not everyone is qualified to be like Attilan, an ocean dragon, who puts the cost of time as the last consideration.

The success lies in the present, but the benefit lies in the future. Even one generation may not be able to regulate this battlefield well.

No great druid could bear such humiliation in such a bad land. Being assigned to work in such a place would be even worse than being sent to the frontier.

Attilan reluctantly used various seeds to create an energy path. If the swamp dragon uses such brutal methods to mobilize energy from the lake, the environment along the way will inevitably be affected.

This path cannot be used a second time without decades of cultivation.

broken!

Attilan suddenly thought of a very scary thing. The swamp dragon would inevitably pass through the Southwest River by attracting the water element. His kingdom had nearly a million farmlands on both sides of the Southwest River.

If the surging river water floods into the farmland along the ditch, it would be good to halve the grain output this season.

Unexpectedly, after a war, he would be the one who suffered the most heavy losses!

Seeing Attilan's expression changing, the Dwarf King asked in surprise:

"Lord Dragon, is there something wrong?"

"It is normal for a battle between legends to last for several days and nights. Now we leave a few scouts to observe the situation from a distance. You can take the army back to the camp to rest."

"I want to go back to the kingdom to check the situation. The water elemental veins triggered by the swamp dragon will pass through the most important river in the territory under my control. I am worried that there will be a flood."

"The flood will inevitably lead to a reduction in food production. Then the dwarves and I will not be able to supply military food. We will have to withdraw our troops. Once we withdraw, we have no way of controlling what the situation will become."

On the surface, the Blue Dragon Kingdom, the strongest force in the desert, has completely collapsed due to the war just now, although many Blue Dragons and Blue Dragon dependents of various races have escaped.

Blue Dragon, the dragon master, was still lying on the ground before Attilan retreated. In such a chaotic and dangerous environment, Blue Dragon was doomed, and the Blue Dragon Kingdom was over.

But secretly, there must be other forces coveting the Purgatory Dragon Soul that have not yet taken action.

In a word, Attilan felt that he himself, as well as the dwarves and elves who participated in the fight for the Infernal Dragon Soul, were not qualified, and there was no real strong man.

That is, a top professional with a career level of 20.

The highest professional levels are the Dwarf King, Level 11 Warrior, and Level 5 King of the Hill.

The King of the Hill is an advanced and legendary profession developed by dwarves based on the warrior profession. It is a very powerful and suitable profession for dwarves.

It's just that there are very few dwarves who really break through the legend with the King of the Hill profession.

More legendary dwarf warriors relied on the most basic warrior profession to experience bloody battles, and finally achieved a breakthrough between life and death.

The most important help for a warrior to break through is combat. The environment of the dwarf kingdom is relatively peaceful, with the only mortal enemy being the frost giants on the snowy peaks.

The invasions of frost giants are also very regular. The long growth period of giants means that wars between them and dwarves usually only happen once every few decades.

Both sides consumed their excess population and were forced to cease fighting after their national strength weakened. For three hundred years, neither side achieved a real victory.

The dwarf king asked anxiously:

"Then how long will it take for the Dragon Lord to come back? Do we have to retreat due to lack of food?"

"This……"

Attilan was not sure. If millions of farmlands were really flooded, unless he bought food from the halflings at a high price, there would not be enough food for his subordinates.

Fortunately, the Ranger General spoke at this time.

"We have food, but I don't know if you can get used to the elves' rations?"

The food of the elves is indeed bland in taste and contains no meat, but at this time it is good to have food to eat and leave. The army is not qualified to be picky.

Moreover, the pasture should be relatively less affected by floods. He can transfer a batch of sand sheep to boost the morale of the army.

"Food cannot be taken for free. I will raise a sum of money with the Dwarf King to pay for the purchase of military rations. I don't know when the food will be transported to the desert."

Vereesa said with some shame:

"Although there is excess food in the western and northern territories, I cannot spare the extra manpower to transport it. You may need to send someone to transport it back in person."

Attilan agreed with a wave of his hand.

"That's no problem. I wonder what price Vereesa thinks is appropriate for food?"

"Since we are all allies, let me sell it to you at the price Ningfeng Port purchases grain, which is five copper coins per pound of green wheat."

Attilan and the dwarf both stared.

"Five copper coins!"

Vereesa looked at them weakly.

“Is this price still high?”

Attilan shook his head and said:

"It's too cheap. Are your elves' food production so high?"

Green wheat is not immature wheat. It is a unique variety cultivated by elves. It has a plant fragrance that elves love. The most important thing is that this kind of green wheat can be eaten directly without cooking!

Elves have a natural love for plants, so that living and cooking are activities that are rarely performed by elves.

Green wheat is a food crop born out of this unique custom.

Vereesa said with some distress:

"Because elves generally have some magical abilities, which may not be used for fighting, but can be of great help in farming, so there will be a bumper harvest every year."

"Because the output is very high, in order to have money to buy various magic props and potions produced in the royal capital, everyone can only sell food to the nobles at low prices. And if you want to buy those products, you need to sell food to a certain amount."

Although there are druids and other magical farmers in the local area, the royal capital has a magic industry. The nobles of the royal capital have mastered advanced productivity and also control the national economy.

There is also the most deadly righteousness. No wonder the local Druid faction is suppressed to death.

Now that the dwarves and Attilan have appeared, it is different. The local factions in the Water Elf Kingdom have new sales channels for the food they control. They will not have to choose to sell the food to the royal capital at low prices.

These extra grains were obviously sold by the royal capital to the allied forces of humans and dwarves in the east via sea, because the tiger men once mentioned green wheat as a grain in front of Attilan.

The general said that the grain was purchased from the Water Elf Kingdom at a high price, with one pound of dry powder costing one silver coin. The difference between silver coins and copper coins was hundreds of cents. Of course, the profit of the royal capital was definitely not twenty times.

But the grain business is more stable and large in volume. Attilan believes that ten times the profit is still possible.

"In addition to this military ration, can we buy more food from you? You also know that my subjects may have suffered from floods and need food rescue."

Vereesa frowned slightly and thought, then said:

"Because everyone needs the magic products of the royal capital, in order to meet the food quota required for purchase, we actually don't have much food that can be sold in excess."

The dwarf king wanted this food more than Attilan, and immediately asked eagerly:

"What kind of magic props are they? Maybe the casting masters in our country can imitate similar props."

"They are agricultural tools used for farming. The mages of the royal capital have mastered the technology of mass production of iron farm tools, which can meet the vast demand for agricultural tools on the border."

"It is too slow to rely on blacksmiths to make them by hand, and there are not many mineral veins on the land of the entire kingdom. The iron used by the king to make iron tools is also purchased from the dwarf kingdom in the east."

"The same goes for potions. Our druids can still produce them, but they can't match the output of the royal capital and cannot meet the needs of 100,000 elves."

Attilan and the Dwarf King looked at each other and said:

"We do not have the same high output as Ningfeng Port, but I can provide herbal medicines and the Dwarf King can provide agricultural tools. With our supplement, I believe that the purchase conditions offered to you by Ningfeng Port next year will be much better."

"You will definitely make more money by selling grain to us than selling it to the nobles."

The dwarf king also nodded and said:

"There are tens of thousands of blacksmiths in our country. Even if only half of them are able to make farm tools, they can still make 5,000 farm tools in one week. It will take ten years to make one farm tool."

<divclass="contentadv"> Attilan’s mouth twitched and he said:

"It's just farm tools. It doesn't need to be so durable. What Vereesa and the others need is mainly to increase the quantity of farm tools."

Vereesa suddenly clapped her hands and said:

"By the way, there is one more important thing. If they want to enter the Royal Capital Magic Academy, their family must sell the prescribed amount of food every year. I don't think any family will be willing to give up on this condition."

"Although the ranger's treatment is pretty good, everyone still hopes that their children can go to the southern coastal city to become a mage master."

The issue of admission quota for mages is indeed a difficult one.

"There is a Druid Academy where I have legendary druids who can answer questions and solve problems, but we can't provide them with the living treatment of a master."

Attilan really can't break the water elf capital's money offensive.

His subjects were all still eating in the canteen. He didn't even have the basis to satisfy the treatment of mages and nobles that these high elves wanted, and he didn't want it at all.

Vereesa's eyes lit up.

"It doesn't matter if there is a Druid Academy. In fact, many elves are not willing to go to the royal capital to work as cattle and horses for the nobles. Everyone knows that even if they go to the magic academy."

"There are not many people who can truly become nobles. Most of them work for nobles and parliamentarians. It is more comfortable to be a local druid. And the power of a druid is not necessarily worse than a mage."

"But the problem is..."

Vereesa was a little embarrassed, but continued to speak.

"It's good that grandma is a great druid, but her level of teaching her disciples is really far behind. As a result, there are very few master druids emerging among the elves."

"On the contrary, it is the ranger. The key points she explained are very clear. Every twenty or thirty years, a senior ranger will be trained to reach level 11."

Attilan almost couldn't help but laugh. This great druid's talents were indeed a bit abstract, but he was actually good at training rangers. Could it be that she was a ranger genius who was delayed by druids?

"I'll leave it to you and the Dwarf King to resolve the issue of military rations. We can discuss the matter of purchasing food among the people later."

The issues Vereesa mentioned just now are just a few typical ones. It does not mean that the capital only restricts places in these aspects.

Vereesa is a simple ranger general. It would be good if she could understand how to handle the military affairs of her subordinates. Her ability to govern local areas can be said to have unlimited potential, but it has not been developed at all.

If there is food from the Water Elf Kingdom, Attilan believes that he can recruit his relatives and the process of reclaiming the wetland land will be faster. The current more than one million farmland is just the beginning.

As long as there is enough food, Attilan believes that the wetlands can cultivate 10 million or even 20 million acres of fertile farmland.

broken! It seems that he also needs to buy farm tools from the dwarf kingdom.

But it doesn't matter. He found a large iron ore in the desert. Whether it can be mined and what the output is will need to be evaluated by Silver Ring and the Kobold.

Even if the quality of the iron ore is not good, there is always no problem in using it to make agricultural tools.

In fact, Vereesa ignored one of the most important issues just now. The rangers under her command were provided with weapons and equipment by the royal capital in order to limit their combat effectiveness.

Once the local area sells food to Attilan and the dwarves, they will inevitably be restricted in military supplies. At that time, Vereesa may only be able to take the rangers with wooden arrows and bone arrows.

Not necessarily. After being under the full control of the royal capital for so many years, Attilan doubted whether there were any qualified blacksmiths, carpenters and other living professions under the archdruid's rule.

Attilan returned to Huangsha Pass along the rushing water vapor, rubbing against the overflowing water elements. When Attilan returned to Huangsha Pass, he was in good spirits. He looked at the southwest, which was rushing westward and making roaring sounds in the distance. river.

Attilan's heart was cold and cold.

The Southwest River near Huangsha Pass is surging like this, and the water in Dajiao Town cannot be more than three meters high. Now it is necessary to buy food from elves and halflings.

Fortunately, he had accumulated some gold coins through his trade with the Northland Kingdom, but he might have lost them all this time.

No, for such a big loss, the Swamp Yalong must compensate him!

The situation along the way was slightly better than Attilan expected.

Although a lot of farmland was washed away by the river, the damage was still within control, but Attilan no longer had the confidence to continue fighting.

The three thousand soldiers sent out now are simply not enough. Attilan and the Dwarf King's plan is to first bring enough troops to maintain the battle line and occupy the position of fighting for the Purgatory Dragon Soul.

After the Purgatory Dragon Soul is born, we will increase our troops massively.

Returning to Big Horn Town, Attilan immediately asked the old fishman who had rushed to rescue the disaster immediately.

"how is the situation?"

The old fish man had a look of pain on his face.

"Report to Lord Dragon, more than 200,000 acres of farmland have been washed away. They are all good fields for growing wheat. Our losses this time are very heavy."

The farmland where wheat is grown is the most fertile, and naturally it is the land where ditch irrigation is most convenient. Attilan has been mentally prepared in advance, but now he can't help but feel tense when he hears it.

My food, that's all my food, two hundred thousand acres of wheat, a total of 40 million catties of wheat, now it's all gone!

"After losing these 200,000 acres of wheat, will this season's yield be enough?"

Because Attilan has been expanding, this has resulted in them not having enough food reserves.

The old fish man shook his head sadly.

"Not enough. In fact, in addition to the farmland along the Southwest River, the fishing grounds of Qinglin Town and Yulin Town were also affected. For some reason, Julong Lake rolled up huge waves towards the southwest."

"The original lake shore has been swallowed up, and the trees on the shore have been washed down."

"How is the situation in Qinglin Town?"

The old fish man breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Qinglin Town is okay. The Great Druid is here to protect it. Except for the fishing ground, there are no accidents anywhere else. Rainforest Town is miserable. The fishery that was finally built today should be completely gone."

It is an unforeseen disaster. It is really an unforeseen disaster. The river embankments must be strengthened next year. This kind of thing cannot happen again!

In the past, I always felt that the water in the Southwest River was not enough, but now the Southwest River showed its power for the first time, finally letting the tauren and centaurs living in the desert know what the boundless sea is.

The old fish man forced out a smile and said:

"Dragon Master has always felt that the water in Shuijiao Town is not enough. Now there is no need to worry. The water has rushed all the way to Shuijiao Town and opened a river in the water channel we prepared."

"After this time, the land in the northwest can also be used. Although 200,000 acres of farmland have been lost and need to be renovated, after the northwest area is moistened by the river, more than 200,000 acres of farmland can be reclaimed."

Attilan also smiled.

"You are optimistic."

The old fish man smiled and said:

"I've had too many hard times in the past, and I'm used to having fun in the midst of hardship. If I don't find some hope myself, I can't support my tribe until I meet the Dragon Lord."

Attilan nodded and said:

"These 200,000 pieces of relatively fertile wheat field soil were moved to the vicinity of Huangshaguan. I believe that the soil in that area can also be used to grow black beans and pasture."

As luck would have it, this time the swamp dragon used a water plow to help him turn over the ground, and now it was possible for the desert to turn into a green field.

"Shouldn't I still thank him?"

Attilan shook his head.

"dream!"

The cause and effect of all this can actually be attributed to Attilan's transformation of the wasteland. If he didn't do it, the Swamp Yaron's actions today would only create a larger southwest river.

"Lord Dragon, in fact we are not the only ones affected by the disaster. The tribes in the rainforest should have encountered the same problem. I saw that the water volume of our canal connecting to the Southwest River from the middle of the wetland is also increasing."

"If there is enough food, now is a good opportunity to absorb the rainforest population."

Attilan's eyes lit up. Taking advantage of this natural and man-made disaster, he could annex the rainforest openly and throw all the blame on the swamp dragon!

It seems that he must get all the elves' food!