The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 232: Wood-fired turkey and potstickers at Giant Farmhouse

Attilan immediately realized that this cloud manor was the testing ground for giants to study snow cultivation. Frost Piranha and Frost Wheat were cultivated here before being planted in the snow.

Watching a group of Frost Giant boys and girls open the door and come out with various farm tools to play with the plants in the cloud farmland, Attilan said:

"I didn't expect that clouds can actually grow plants. If I could master this technology, why would I spend so much energy leveling the undulating hills of the wasteland and the pitted swamps of the wetlands?"

"Plant directly in the clouds, allowing the plants to receive full-day sunbathing. The yield of food grown in this way will definitely be much higher, right?"

The bear man said coldly:

"In so many worlds, the only ones who have mastered the technology of cloud cultivation are storm giants. Even the cloud giants only learned a little bit from the storm giants who once led them."

"You want to learn, do you think you are a cloud dragon? I remember that you have some cloud dragon blood in your body, do you need my help to activate it?"

Attilan shook his head quickly.

"Don't! The two bloodlines of Purgatory and Frost have already caused me a lot of suffering. It's difficult to maintain a fragile balance between the dragon body and soul."

"If I activate the cloud dragon bloodline again, I'm afraid my hands and feet will be out of control again. Master, how long will we see it here? I always feel that there is a very terrifying aura in the castle below."

"But after careful observation, except for these minors farming, I didn't sense the aura of a strong man. The strength of the giant who presides over this farm must be very terrifying."

"We'd better retreat as soon as possible. I always feel that if I stay any longer, the giant will snap my slender neck with his big hand flashing with thunder."

"I really don't know why the dragon's neck is so long and so thin."

"Stop complaining and wait quietly."

At this moment, a burst of mental fluctuations entered Attilan's brain.

"Don't wait outside, come directly to the castle, Kyogei, and this little dragon."

Attilan's eyes widened in surprise, and he turned back to look at the bear man standing calmly on his back.

"Master, do you know each other?"

The bear man just waved his hand lightly.

"It's useful for a dragon to have such a long neck. At least you can turn your head and look at me to speak. Okay, go directly to the tall tower in the manor."

It wasn't until he got close to the manor that stood in the clouds that Attilan realized how big the buildings here were.

The tall tower that the bears called him could actually allow him, a giant dragon more than ten meters long, to land safely on the ground.

Just after landing, Attilan heard a slightly tired voice.

"Gyoges, it has been almost three hundred years since I last met your master. How is your master doing recently?"

Looking in the direction of the sound, a giant with blue-white skin was lying on a chair made of clouds, reading a book, drinking black tea, and basking in the sun.

"I don't know. Maybe he failed to break through to the quasi-god and died in a corner of the world."

For the first time, Attilan saw disgust on the faces of the Ursines. Just as he was full of resentment for the Ursines' torture training, the same was true for the Ursines' training of the dwarves.

The giant closed the book in his hand that made Attilan feel strong magic fluctuations, and said with a smile:

"Your master is the most capable dwarf I have ever seen in my life. Maybe he can really sublimate the Titan blood in his body and transform into a black iron titan?"

The bear-man curled his lips in disdain.

"The old guy has no idea about becoming the Black Iron Titan. He just wants to beat the Elf Master once. The Black Iron Titan just happens to have the power he needs."

Attilan blinked in confusion.

"Master, didn't you say that Bailu's father is not good at fighting?"

The bear-man glanced at Attilan lightly.

"Do you believe what he said? The Patriarch's wood-antlered deer form does not have as powerful a frontal combat capability as a dragon or a titan, but that doesn't mean he is weak."

"The life magic he masters can let you clearly know that sometimes living is a kind of torture. You should know very well that in addition to healing yourself and your companions, life magic can also be used in reverse."

Attilan nodded and said:

"I tried it on the weeds in the forest. Combined with the life-draining skills I discovered from the acid mist breath, I couldn't drain the life force of a weed instantly."

The bear man snorted dissatisfiedly.

"Not to mention extracting life force, even if you instill life force for treatment, you can't fully utilize the life force you instill. If 10 life force is instilled, only 7 will be effective at most."

"Last time I treated the locust tree, have you ever thought about why I only asked you to be responsible for making the water of life?"

Attilan lowered his head and pretended he was just an ostrich.

The storm giant smiled and waved his hand.

"Gyoges, when you reprimand your disciple in front of me, do you hope that I can help you point him out?"

The bear man bowed his head respectfully.

"It would indeed be an honor for him to get your guidance."

Attilan quickly followed the Ursine and saluted respectfully to the Storm Giant.

"Speaking of which, I once had a life-and-death struggle with a giant dragon in a certain world. I don't know how many giants and dragons died in that world and became the world's treasure. Now I actually want to teach a giant dragon to practice."

"It's so interesting."

Attilan asked curiously:

"Is it the time in the legend when giants and dragons fought for the dominance of the star realm and launched a boundless war in countless material realms at the same time?"

The storm giant held his head high, his eyes showing memories.

"Probably so. Since that war, there have been a lot fewer giants and dragons in the material world, and those slightly larger races have gradually become the dominant race in the material world."

"After that war, I didn't know how many years I was depressed until I met a dwarf who broke into my house and wanted to find the Titan records."

"It was your master, the guy with iron and fire, who told me what the right thing to do is if I want to revive the giant clan."

The bear asked curiously:

"Master Obelisk, have you found a way to revive the giant?"

Attilan asked nervously:

"After the giant is revived, will it start a war with the giant dragon again? Let me first state that our elemental dragon clan, color dragon clan, and metal dragon clan are not in the same camp."

"We, the elemental dragons, did not participate in the original battle, so the matter of the giants has nothing to do with us. You, sir, have a lot of them, so don't argue with our little elemental dragons."

The storm giant smiled and pointed at Attilan.

"Gyogei, your disciple is really interesting."

"Don't worry, what I want to revive is the giant clan that belongs to the giants. The war with the giant dragons has nothing to do with the new giant clan."

What is the giant family of giants? If the giant family does not belong to giants, then who does it belong to?

Seeing the confusion in Attilan's eyes, the storm giant was about to continue speaking when he suddenly heard a very loud and long cockcrow.

The storm giant stood up directly, and his huge body brought a strong sense of oppression to Attilan. The height of this storm giant was probably almost the same as Superman.

An underage monster like him, which is more than ten meters long, seems to be able to punch one person at a time.

"I have wanted to kill this chicken for a long time and eat its meat. It just so happens that you are here today and I will treat you to its meat! I caught this with great difficulty and managed to tame it into a broiler chicken suitable for giant breeding."

"It is almost useless. It barks at inappropriate times every day and makes me unable to read quietly. Come with me. Let's eat first, just in time to taste the ingredients I cultivated on this farm."

When he heard about eating, Attilan's eyes suddenly shone brightly.

This is an ingredient cultivated by a storm giant quasi-god who has lived for who knows how many years. Attilan is naturally very excited. I wonder if the magic power in his body will suddenly increase a lot after eating it?

Following the storm giant to the chicken pen where the pheasants were kept, Attilan asked in surprise as he looked at the creatures in the wooden fence:

"Master, are you sure this is a chicken?"

What caught Attilan's eyes was not the kind of pheasant that he recognized with feathers all over its body. The chicken that the storm giant was talking about had two wings and feathers on its wings.

<divclass="contentadv">But its whole body is covered with a layer of fine cyan scales, and it also has a long tail with messy feathers growing very appropriately on it.

As the "chicken" flapped its wings, Attilan saw that it had a pair of very small wings beneath its broad wings.

It's great, no need to worry about not having enough chicken wings.

"Isn't this chicken a little too primitive?"

But primitive is primitive, this chicken is indeed big enough, one chicken is enough for Attilan to eat a dragon.

Have you ever eaten a chicken that is taller than a bear, a full two meters tall?

That’s right, this isn’t a pheasant at all, it’s a moa!

The bear man looked at this "pheasant" and asked curiously:

"Master, can I see your tamed broiler?"

"Don't worry, let's eat first."

As expected of a forty-meter-tall giant, he uses a large iron pot with a diameter of five meters to eat, and this iron pot also exudes an aura of magic.

Watching the master skillfully handle the feathers and scales on the moa, he then used magic to cut the moa into pieces of suitable size. After throwing it into the iron pot, he added water and started to stew the chicken.

"Master, wait a moment!"

The storm giant was stunned and asked curiously:

"You don't like chicken?"

"Of course not, I just want to ask, master, are you also a magic chef?"

The storm giant thought for a moment.

"That's right. At least the food I cooked does have a certain magical effect."

Attilan still bit the bullet and said:

"Although this is my first time to eat moa, I think it is a bit too simple to boil it directly with water. Although boiling the meat in white water is convenient, it is not delicious."

The storm giant waved his hand.

"Don't worry, the chicken will be cooked first, and I will also add a variety of plants to cook together to ensure that there are enough ingredients."

"Master, what do you want to add?"

"I also have pumpkin and apples here. The chicken will have a sweet and sour taste. I believe you will like it."

Such good and rare ingredients, as a chef, Attilan must not see the ingredients being wasted.

"I'm actually quite confident in my cooking skills. Master, why don't you leave it to me to cook?"

The storm giant raised his eyebrows and said half-jokingly:

"Of course that's no problem, but if the food you make doesn't taste good, I won't teach you how to practice."

The bear man said calmly:

"Master, don't worry. This disciple of mine doesn't care about anything else, except food. He studies it clearly."

The storm giant looked at Attilan with a smile. He had lost too much fun in his life. Attilan could do whatever he wanted, just to bring him some fun.

"Then I'm looking forward to the delicious food you cook, Xiaolong."

"Master, do you have cooking oil here?"

"I killed a group of walruses at the beach the other day. Is their oil okay?"

"of course can."

The storm giant took out a three-meter-high earthen jar from his cabinet that was dozens of meters high. It was full of snow-white grease.

The fat is put in the pot, the five-meter iron pot is ignited, and more than 300 kilograms of processed chicken is poured into the oil pot, making a sizzling sound.

Soon, the chicken will give off a unique aroma.

"It turns out that if you use fat first, then the chicken will emit such a fragrance. Do you need any other ingredients?"

Attilan asked:

"Any wine and spices?"

The storm giant waved his hand, and a dazzling array of ingredients appeared directly in front of Attilan.

"Space magic?"

"Yes, do you want to learn? As long as the chicken is delicious, then I will teach you."

"I'm sure of this space magic!"

Attilan rummaged through the ingredients sent by the storm giant. In addition to common spices such as bay leaves, pepper, cumin, and cloves, he actually saw a bright red dried large chili pepper.

A chili pepper is about the same size as his dragon horn. It is indeed a giant's farm.

Chili peppers were ground into powder and added as a spice.

Attilan discovered that there were actually eggs from this kind of moa, as well as flour from frost wheat, so how could he not make some pancakes to eat.

Chicken, pancakes, Attilan immediately thought of wood-fired turkey and pot sticker pancakes.

While using his mental power to control the chicken to tumble in the iron pot, Attilan took out the old noodles from the dimensional bag, and began to knead the dough, preparing to make pot sticker pancakes.

Pumpkins bigger than his head can be used directly to make pumpkin carriages.

Pumpkin pie is also arranged!

Wheat, pumpkins, and peas are the main food crops grown on Giant Farm. Vegetables such as lettuce and mushrooms are grown in small quantities, as well as fruits such as apples, peaches, and grapes.

"Peach! I haven't had one in a long time!"

Attilan kneaded the dough and while waiting for it to ferment, he saw several bright red and tender peaches, and he couldn't help but pick one up and take a bite.

The bear asked curiously:

"You were born here. When did you eat peaches?"

"..."

"Master, have I eaten peaches in my last life and in my dreams?"

Attilan picked up the peach and took a bite.

"It's sweet and juicy. It's great! Master, do you want one?"

Attilan wanted to see how the bears would eat this peach with a diameter of over fifty centimeters.

The bearman waved his hand.

“Cook well!”

"The mushrooms and lettuce can be added as garnishes after the chicken is almost cooked. The seasonings here are indeed a bit lacking, but luckily I brought them myself."

With so much chicken, all the seasonings Attilan brought were put right into it.

The side dishes were put into the pot, and the pot stickers and pancakes were fermented. One by one, they were stuck to the edge of the iron pot. They soon gave off the aroma of the dough being fermented, steamed, and roasted on the iron pot.

The storm giant's eyes lit up instantly.

"This flour can actually do this. It seems that you really need to learn space magic."

When the time was up, Attilan opened the pot, and the aroma of chicken and spices immediately hit his face.