The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 26 Tauren Chief

Attilan practiced the plant activation technique in the vine girl's garden for half a day, and was finally able to activate a vine with basic intelligence, and the consumption was stable during action.

After the activation technique is lifted, the vines can recover by absorbing nutrients from the earth, and gain slight benefits from the actions after activation, which proves that Attilan's plant activation technique can basically be used in practical operations.

"Auntie, I'm leaving now. I'll bring you some new magic dishes when I make them."

"Wait a minute, you also need materials to try magic cooking. I just looked around and found that I have some good ingredients here. You can take them back together."

As she spoke, the vine girl hung a package woven from vines and leaves around Attilan's neck.

"Okay, let's go."

Back in Green Scale Town, the remaining magic dishes have been distributed by satyrs and fishman priests as rewards based on everyone's contribution during this period.

This magical cuisine is nothing to Attilan, but to murlocs, murloc workers may become murloc warriors, and warriors may become squad leaders.

The squad leader can't defeat the murloc barbarians, so there's no way he can take over the position of warrior commander.

In fact, the fishman tribe is a burden to the barbarians. In the past, he was the main force in hunting, and the prey he hunted with great effort had to be distributed to the old and weak in the tribe who had nothing to eat, which affected his growth.

It is precisely because this is a united tribe that they have not been driven away from the fringes by the bears. Whether they go north or south, it is actually not a good choice.

The rain forests in the south are full of tribes that have been abandoned by the swamp dragons. They fight each other for survival resources, and the elite warriors they have trained will be recruited back by the giant dragons.

The days come and go again and again, and countless tribes are silently wiped out in the process.

Qinglin Town is short of manpower and needs to be recruited, otherwise the farming project in the southwest wasteland will not be able to be carried out. Attilan plans to let the satyrs and apprentices go to investigate first.

If there is a suitable tribe to recruit directly, let them build a new town at the junction of the forest and the wilderness, be responsible for providing flour and ale, rely on food supplies to recruit tribes in the wilderness, and finally try to occupy the entire wilderness as a territory.

The southwest wilderness was not a suitable location for Overlord's base. Although Attilan did not go too far into the wilderness to check the situation, as an ocean dragon, he was sensitive to the water element and discovered a big problem.

Water is lost in the wasteland a little too quickly.

The lake actually extends a river into the southwest wilderness. The rate of water flow decreases is like a fire burning underground, burning up all the water in the pot of wilderness.

The temperature in the wilderness is normal, but the drought is severe. The inability to retain water is a big problem, so Attilan plans to open up farmland in the periphery where the invisible forces of the wilderness have little influence.

He couldn't help feeling that this continent was really strange. The Swamp Yaron created an inland ocean eight hundred miles from north to south and thousands of miles from east to west in the center of the continent.

There is another area in the southwest that cannot retain water. People living on this continent are really in trouble.

According to Attilan's calculations, even if he builds ditches to divert water from lakes to irrigate farmland, the area suitable for farming should not exceed 100,000 acres, even if there are still fruits, nuts and meat produced by the forest.

Attilan decided that at best he could feed fifty thousand people.

Some areas of the desert have lost sight of vegetation and are beginning to turn into deserts. The center must have been a desert for a long time. Attilan's first reaction was whether there would be blue dragons and brass dragons living in the desert.

He gave up the idea of ​​occupying the entire wilderness.

The last time he explored an area suitable for farming, he relied on the ocean dragon's water element vision and flew very high, so he didn't know how many tribes lived in this area.

On the contrary, there will be no tribes living near the river extending to the southwest.

Precisely because everyone comes here to drink water, living nearby makes it easy to become a prey target. It is better to find a barren hill.

When the satyrs heard Attilan say, they asked him to take two apprentices to explore the tribes living in the southwest. The area of ​​nearly 500 square kilometers formed a rectangle, which meant that they had to go dozens of kilometers into the wilderness until they reached the river. The end.

"After traveling so far, do you want the three of us to die outside? We won't have enough manpower to develop such a large area of ​​land in another five years, right?"

<divclass="contentadv"> "Although you are a dragon, can your plan not be so big?"

It seems that for this reason, Attilan always likes to look at problems from a long-term perspective and ignores the difficulties that may arise in the actual operation.

"How much farmland do you plan to open up for the first time? I will re-plan a suitable reconnaissance range according to your plan."

Attilan said with some embarrassment:

"Two hundred acres of wheat fields."

The satyr gritted his teeth and looked at him, mentally trying to persuade himself not to be angry.

"Two hundred acres, why don't you just move some trees to cover the farmland!"

Hiss, it's really a good idea, but it's not very friendly to him, the dragon master, so just treat it as training in plant activation.

"It still needs to be investigated. The surrounding tribes need to be understood clearly. Those poor people have no value in looting, but I don't want them to ruin my wheat field."

"understood."

Attilan found the old fishman again and asked:

"How many manpower can you allocate to cultivate farmland?"

The old fishman was in a very difficult position. To be honest, the number of fishmen was really not enough. He even arranged heavy physical labor for the pregnant fishman, who was carrying the hope of their whole village.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Attilan was a little upset.

"At least assign one person and let him level the farmland with farm tools. From now on, he will live there for a long time and act as a catcher in the rye."

"Yes."

The old fishman also breathed a sigh of relief and decided to go back to feed the pregnant fishman and increase the number of little fishmen as soon as possible. Now that there is enough food, the little fishmen can become a labor force in two or three years.

Early the next morning, the satyr set out with his apprentice. Daytime was a good time for reconnaissance, not only because of the good light and vision, but more importantly, the vigilance of the creatures was not as high as at night, making them less likely to be discovered.

Attilan also started his practice. He planned to circle a field of at least one thousand acres with trees, ten to twenty trees a day, and it was completed in less than half a year.

By then, the average tree resources in the forest should be back above the safety line.

He had just activated five trees to line up in a row, barely blocking the road leading to the lake between the two hills, when he saw the satyr running back in panic.

"No, something happened!"

Attilan hurriedly approached and asked:

"What happened?"

"We just set off not long ago. There used to be no tribal activities around here. I was not vigilant enough, which resulted in both apprentices being caught. I was the only one who escaped."

"Who did it!"

"They are a group of tauren. Their chief said that this area will be their territory from now on. If they want to save the little fishmen, they will have to exchange for fresh fish twice the weight."

Attilan laughed angrily:

"He's quite good at eating fresh fish!"