The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 202 The Steamed Bun God’s Pastry and Food Conference

"You also know that since there are children, there should naturally be parents. Having parents means there is a tribe. If the tribe is defeated, naturally there will be a bunch of lonely and helpless children left."

"And these children with Frost Titan bloodline need you, the Titan Pioneer, to take care of and train them. In the future, can you transform from a little Titan into a practitioner of secret arts?"

"Becoming the founder of the Titan School depends on how well you can train these children!"

A piece of cake was drawn for Taishan, and Taishan was almost full.

"I also want to study the Titan School, but I still have a clear understanding of my talent. If I hadn't accidentally obtained the power of the Angel of Life with the help of Hana, I would have had difficulty even reaching the level 15 Druid level in my life."

"You have always told me that I will become a Titan of Life in the future, which makes me almost think that I am actually a genius, but let me not say that I will become a Titan of Life..."

"Even the Angel of Life, I can't develop a complete combat form, let alone sublimate my life essence from a human with a bit of Titan blood to an Angel of Life."

Developing the battle form of the Angel of Life, Tarzan is still essentially a human being. Not even Gaogai the Ursine can say that he has sublimated the essence of life from an ordinary Ursine into a thunderous roar that drives away thunder and lightning.

Attilan smiled, patted Taishan on the shoulder and praised:

"You say you are not a genius, but look at your size. You are almost stronger than Lista, the tauren under my command. Who would think you are an ordinary human being if you leave the forest."

"You look like a half-giant now!"

When he first awakened to the power of the Angel of Life, Taishan was just a -meter-strong young man who practiced Titan transformation and polished his body. Now he is over meters tall.

When Lista was first captured by Attilan, he was meters tall. The white bull spirit guided him to meditate, practice totem war dance, absorb the energy of the earth, and temper his body.

Now he is meters tall. Counting the shiny black horns on his head, Lista's height has exceeded three meters!

There is also some credit to Attilan for this. He ate so many life acorns, but he did not actually absorb all the life energy contained in the acorns.

During meditation, he took out this extra part, and the energy that the dragon's body couldn't hold was blended into the water of life, and then added various herbs to brew it into medicinal wine, and rewarded the meritorious ministers.

Lista and Fisher spent a considerable part of their energy on managing the kingdom, so their time for practice was naturally reduced. The medicinal wine provided by Attilan could just improve the efficiency of their exercise.

Taishan's height growth actually has something to do with this medicinal wine.

Taishan still couldn't help but sigh.

"No matter how tall you are, what's the use? Even a talented druid like the old naughty boy can't break through the legend. He will die young before he is five hundred years old."

"For a stupid person like me, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to even reach level 18 and obtain a long-lived body."

Although Taishan already has the power seed of the Angel of Life, if he wants to irrigate the seed and grow it, he needs more than just investing various resources to grow the seed.

Wisdom is the key to controlling power. If Taishan does not understand the power of the Angel of Life thoroughly enough, what awaits him after his strength grows is not a legendary breakthrough, but a loss of control.

"The old naughty boy can't break through the legend, not because the threshold of legend is too high. For the smart old naughty boy, legend should be just the beginning."

"He should be about the same strength as Master and Master Xueran, but his body was seriously injured because of his injuries. Didn't you notice that his lifespan is half shorter than Master and the others?"

The bears and the others can live to be a hundred years old, but the old naughty boy will die before he reaches fifty.

"Attilan, is there really no way to solve the old naughty boy's problem?"

The ocean dragon soul may not be borrowed. He estimates that fifty years will not be enough until Attilan grows up to the point where it can produce life-extending life crystals, especially to treat difficult and complicated diseases like old naughty children.

It seems that if you want to cure the old naughty boy's problem, you may really have to ask the gods to take action, but among the remaining quasi-gods in the Nature Council, there is only one spring goddess who is good at healing.

Are there other gods?

Suddenly an idea came to Attilan's mind.

"I've thought of a way, I'm going to find the old naughty boy now!"

Attilan flew into the sky, and Tarzan raised his hand to block the air waves and protect the pork knuckle he had not finished eating.

After the air wave receded, he looked at Attilan's retreating back and shouted:

"Tell me what the solution is!"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Ever since he knew that he was not going to die soon, the old naughty boy had completely started to enjoy himself. In the past, he barely had the thought of revenge and breaking through to the legend. Now, revenge is left to the bears, and the possibility of breaking through to the legend is completely ruined for revenge.

The old naughty boy who had completely lost his pursuit naturally started to behave badly.

Because his body was severely overdrawn, the old naughty boy was forbidden to use powerful spells because of his blood stain. He simply stopped using any spells. He relied on his rabbit chariot to travel and cast spells on small toys he once made.

He looked like a dying old man. With him like this, Attilan felt that he would die within two years.

At this moment, the old naughty boy was lying quietly on the chair and enjoying the sun, taking a sip of sweet honey water from time to time, and his little life was extremely comfortable.

Attilan landed next to him and said in a heavy tone:

"Old naughty boy, I have some bad news for you. Master and the others failed to seal the Deathclaw."

The old naughty boy just glanced at him and continued to drink honey water and eat an apple biscuit.

"I'm just about to die, not stupid. How can I not sense such a big movement like the water element rushing outside? Besides, I believe in Gaige."

"Let's be honest, what do you want to do when you come to me?"

Attilan said with a playful smile:

"Master and the others are indeed sure of sealing the Deathclaw, but even if they seal the Deathclaw, you don't want to personally seek revenge from the Death Council. Your enemy shouldn't be limited to the Deathclaw alone, right?"

"Don't you want to completely destroy the Death Parliament?"

The old naughty boy patted his withered body.

"Look at this bad old man like me, do I look like I can kill a level 40 necromancer? I'm about to die. I'm no match for them alive, let alone dead."

"You can't possibly be here to persuade me to become a necromancer before I die, right?"

"of course not!"

Attilan put his head next to the old naughty boy and said:

"If there is a way, it may be able to extend your life, but it may have serious side effects. Do you want to try it?"

"any solution?"

The old naughty boy cooperated with Attilan in asking questions, as if he was teasing a child. Attilan could only pretend not to notice and continue talking on his own.

"Steamed Bun God! Although the Steamed Bun God is a fictitious god, and the power of faith gathered is not enough, it should be no problem to use the power of faith to create a divine creation."

"For example, what do you think about making a steamed bun that can heal wounds and increase lifespan?"

"No, the power of faith is not enough. The power of faith is the power of faith. The crystallization left after being calcined by the divine fire is the divine power. The little power of faith we have accumulated actually does not even have a drop of divine power."

Hiss, this is indeed a problem.

"How about we hold a food conference with the theme of pastry?"

The old naughty boy clapped his hands and shook off the crumbs of cookies.

"It's not a special day. Why do you plan to hold a food conference?"

Attilan clapped his hands confidently.

"Who said it has to be a special day to hold a conference? This kind of thing is not something you can just do if you want. Everyone has been exposed to steamed buns for more than a year, so they must have a lot of their own ideas."

"You can add various ingredients to steamed buns. You can put anything in it as long as you want, including apples, walnuts, mushrooms, beef, and mutton."

"Even the shape of the steamed bun does not have to be a sealed prototype. It can be a square shape without a seal, or even a meat patty sandwiched between two steamed bun slices. It can still be called a steamed bun!"

"What we are comparing in this pastry competition is everyone's creativity. Eight kinds of rare ingredients are added to the Four Gods, Mountains and Seas Eight Treasures Zhenhun Steamed Bun. I don't believe that everyone didn't think of putting their favorite ingredients in it after eating it."

"Use everyone's enthusiasm for their favorite ingredients and noodles, steamed buns, and gather more power of faith. With the power of faith and strong desire to get the steamed buns you want most, you should be able to make what you want. Have you got any healing steamed buns?"

The old naughty boy sat up straight on the recliner, his original lazy look gone. There was no hope at all, and that was why the old naughty boy was so lazy and decadent.

Even the high priest of Feitian Mantou God Sect, who has the deepest understanding of this illusory god, is still not sure that the influence of the power of belief in Mantou God has been completely removed from his body.

"I agree. I will personally participate in this noodle and food conference. I will use various ingredients with strong life energy that I have cultivated to make a life-extending steamed bun!"

<divclass="contentadv"> "That will be the best carrier for the divine creations of the Steamed Bun God. Even though the power of faith is combined with the steamed buns I make, it is not as good as the real divine creations."

"But it should be able to restore my body to a certain extent. At least it will not be much worse than the spring water of the Spring Water Goddess. For one steamed bun a year, I can experience the side effects of the power of faith."

Attilan looked at the old naughty boy who had become optimistic again, and clapped his hands with a smile.

"Yes, this is the old naughty boy I know!"

The venue for the food conference was not in the forest, but in the grassland.

Because many druids are now on the frontline grasslands, even though the war in the desert has temporarily come to an end, since the construction of the grasslands has begun, it cannot be stopped easily.

This food conference is just for those enemies who secretly spy on the Druid's movements, showing the Druid's determination to take root in the desert and turn the desert into a green space!

The owl Hedwig, who was sleeping in the nest in the tree crown, was glanced at by Attilan, and her feathers exploded. She listened to the conversation between Attilan and the old naughty boy.

She couldn't understand the specific details, but she knew very well that holding such a conference required a messenger to pass messages between druids, and this messenger was very likely, no, it was definitely her!

But what Attilan said next made Hedwig sigh in relief.

"Don't worry, Hedwig, you don't need to go to the grassland to deliver the message this time. You just need to notify the druids in the forest to see if any of them want to sign up for the conference."

Notifying the remaining druids in the forest clearly required a lot of work, but compared to flying to a distant desert to deliver the message, Hedwig could still accept it.

But her clever little mind always felt like something was wrong.

Leopard Girl, who was also assigned the task of planting dandelions, is currently on vacation in Qinglin Town because she has completed the task brilliantly. In fact, there are only a few places where she will appear.

The kitchen of Qinglin Town, the Wine Girl’s wine cellar, her own nest.

They represent eating, drinking and sleeping respectively!

Since Leopard Girl is in Green Scale Town, of course she is showing off her favorite honey bread crazily in the kitchen.

Although Leopard Girl ate ten honey buns in one go, she still frowned and said:

"Why do you feel that today's honey bread is not as delicious as before? Chef, give me ten more."

The fishman chef's mouth twitched twice, but he still took out the bread from the oven and brought it to the leopard girl.

"The best at making honey bread is a halfling who later joined the kitchen. Now he should go with the Dragon Lord to support the Dwarf Kingdom. I heard that the Frost Giants are unstoppable and are about to break through the northern defense line of the Dwarf Kingdom."

"Further east is the town of halflings. In order to protect their hometown from being attacked by frost giants, many halflings have taken the initiative to apply to go to the front line to cook for the soldiers."

"Really? I didn't expect that apart from the desert, there is also a war in the north."

The leopard girl quickly finished showing off ten more honey buns and patted her belly.

"Half full, let's go to the wine girl's house to get some wine!"

Twenty sticks of honey bread were enough to fill even a tauren's stomach. The fishman chef didn't expect that the girl in front of him, who was slender and not as strong as him, could actually eat so much.

He was a recently selected chef from the east. Because he was good at making pastries, he was assigned to work in Qinglin Town.

Other places don’t need chefs who specialize in making exquisite pastries.

Pastry, from kneading, rising and baking bread, can't be made in less than one or two hours. Ordinary people like fishmen and tauren need food that can be served quickly and in large quantities. food.

Pastries are too luxurious for them.

So he was sent to serve the dragon master, and at the same time, under the dragon master's order, he served the druids who came to eat.

Just at this time, Hedwig flew into the cafeteria and found Leopard Girl, and showed Leopard Girl the notice hanging on her chest.

"In the pastry and food competition, put everything you want to eat into the steamed buns, show everyone the delicious food in your heart, and let everyone decide whose steamed buns are the most delicious."

"The competition location is the desert grassland. The competition time is seven days away. We look forward to your participation, Attilanliu."

Leopard Girl's eyes suddenly lit up. She had long wanted to try the taste of apple and honey buns, and this was just the chance. Her apple and honey buns would definitely be a big win!

Hedwig tapped the Leopard Girl with her wings, reminding her to read the bottom line.

"Reminder, this food competition does not provide ingredients. All contestants are asked to prepare the ingredients needed for making steamed buns by themselves."

"No problem, I know where the apples and honey are the best."

Leopard Girl suddenly smiled evilly and looked at the farmland where Attilan was growing magic wheat.

"It just so happens that I also know where the magic wheat is the best, hehehe~~"

The fishman chef also heard it, looked at the leopard girl expectantly and asked:

"Miss Druid, can I participate in this competition?"

Leopard Girl said without thinking:

"No problem. Your dragon master didn't say that only druids can participate in the conference. I think all chefs can participate. Go and ask if there are any other chefs who want to participate."

"I'm going to borrow the car from the old naughty boy, and then we can all go to the desert to participate in the competition!"

The goal of this competition is to collect the power of faith. Attilan definitely hopes that more chefs will participate. Anyway, the quality of the power of faith provided by chefs who love cooking will not be too bad.

The already lively grassland became extremely lively because Attilan arrived and announced that a pastry and food conference would be held in six days. Everyone began to discuss what steamed buns they would make at that time.

An old druid who was about to lose all his teeth said with great nostalgia:

"In my hometown, black beans are fermented into a kind of soybean with a slight odor. I want to put the soybeans into steamed buns to see if they taste good. I will make soybeans now."

Another old druid who had eaten soy beans seemed to recall the taste and said with a twisted face:

"No, it's been fifty years. As soon as I hear soybeans, I can still recall the smell. Isn't that a bit smelly? It's quite smelly, okay?"

His whole body was about to collapse.

"You don't understand, the smellier the soy beans are, the more delicious they are, especially the sticky texture, it's the best!"

Attilan noticed Shana in the corner. Her face was very strange. Considering that this girl cultivated poisonous insects, Attilan was very worried.

Immediately walked towards Shana.

"Xia Na, what fillings are you going to add to the steamed buns?"

Shana suddenly showed a strange smile

"Hehehe~~ You will know when the time comes, and I guarantee you will be happy every time you eat it."

"I knew you were going to add your poisonous fire bugs to it. Are you sure everyone won't be poisoned if they eat it?"

Shana waved her hand casually.

"I have tried it with the kobolds you arranged for me. Don't worry, none of the kobolds have been poisoned. The most is diarrhea, not death."

Attilan said sternly with a dark face:

"Isn't diarrhea a sign of poisoning?"

Shana immediately retorted:

"No! Because my bugs have the effect of strengthening the body. Diarrhea is just to help them expel impurities from the body. If you don't believe it, find a few poisonous fire kobolds and see if their bodies are much stronger."

"I am a poison master, how could I make mistakes? If you think the steamed buns I make will poison everyone, you are questioning my ability!"

Attilan quickly waved his hand and said:

"Don't, you are just trying to slap me in such a big way. Just feel free to make it. As long as it tastes good, even if you are poisoned, I don't think anyone will think anything of it."

"The premise is that the spell can undo your poison. Many of you here are old men and women. Don't eat them to death."

Shana confidently crossed her arms in front of her body, squeezing out the astonishing abyss.

"Just wait to taste the poisonous fire steamed buns I made with toxins! Toxins are the best way to stimulate your taste buds, allowing you to experience the ultimate deliciousness!"

Attilan took a breath, feeling that Shana looked a bit like those chefs in the dark culinary world.

"Take it easy!"