The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 285 Sun King

Five years, five whole years!

If it weren't for the old blind man Attilan sent to the northern grasslands, who used the 10,000 obsidian spears Attilan arranged to make, he could recruit 30,000 men, horses, werewolves, wild boars, tauren and other barbarians to cooperate with Attilan's command. Three thousand elite soldiers formed the coalition army.

Every year, some of the cities and lands in the northern border of the Northern Kingdom are occupied, which makes it impossible for the northern kingdom to send more troops to support the kingdom's war. It is estimated that the Grand Duke of the Western Kingdom has long been defeated.

Occupying three lands, it has a population of close to two million, although nearly half of them are just dissatisfied with them. From time to time, nobles will even launch rebellions with the knights sent by the king.

However, after integrating the population and resources of the three realms, the two Grand Dukes of the East and West still raised an army of 100,000. Now, after five years of fighting, only 70,000 of the army are left.

But these 70,000 soldiers, both regular soldiers and auxiliary soldiers, are at least twice as elite as they were five years ago.

But they still couldn't stop the royal guards led by Sandrako. This Sandrako was really no ordinary person. The power of the dragon inherited from the royal bloodline was fully reflected in him.

It's a pity that only the royal territory is left, with limited resources. It is already crumbling in the face of the impact of the southern rebels.

Mainly because all the men went to war and no one farmed the land, Wang led the army with insufficient food. The daily supply of food was only half of what it was five years ago.

On the other hand, the East and West rebels not only provided no less rations, but even more.

"No, this time, I want half of the land in the south!"

But it doesn't mean that he doesn't have feelings for his father, eldest brother, and second sister.

They are loyal to Attilan, but that doesn't mean they will carry out Attilan's orders unconditionally.

In this way, he can lead the army to kill and take revenge as soon as possible.

Although the Dukes of the East and West only ceded lands, the residents living on those lands were forcibly moved to the north to farm and provide food for their armies.

The goat-man Map, the tauren Lista, and the fish-man Fisher are actually more talented than the old fish-man, but their personal will is stronger.

The Fairy Forest had long been bulldozed by Attilan's troops.

Some civilians were very lucky to escape back to their hometowns and were assigned houses that they could not afford to live in despite their hard work. The price was to farm land for Attilan.

Under Attilan's rule, everyone was well fed, and those who came did not want to leave at all. They worked more actively than the others, especially those who were responsible for raising meat and taking care of the pasture.

As for those who can't stand the high-intensity work and want to escape? Naturally, he died under the arrows of men and horses.

There is no leisure under the rule of Attilan, and can only become the screws and gears on the engine. Of course, those elderly people who cannot adapt to high-intensity work will naturally have their rations reduced accordingly.

Last year, they proposed to cede three more wealthy territories in exchange for Attilan increasing its black beans by two million jins a year.

Because of Lulu, the satyrs naturally chose to be with the Fairy Queen Titania, and the old faction's strength has been greatly reduced because of Titania's sleep, otherwise Oberon's faction would not propose a new leader.

This year, their envoy came again and proposed to add two million kilograms of black beans, but the condition was still four territories.

All you need to do is catch a typical beheader, and the rest will naturally know how to work hard.

Even if his land has been carefully cared for for ten years, the yield of the land is still not as high as that of land that has been cared for by humans for hundreds of years.

Because behind them, Attilan was still providing support.

"Dragon Lord, do we have to agree to human conditions?"

Last year, two million kilograms of black beans were worth four pieces of land of about 10,000 square kilometers. Can the two million kilograms of black beans this year still be worth the same price?

Not to mention the satyrs, even Attilan was very angry.

If the Fairy Forest was not in the territory of the Grand Duke of the West, Attilan could not send a large army into the Fairy Forest at this time in order to allow the Grand Duke of the West to rebel with peace of mind.

Someone was sent to support him, and maybe he had been killed by the goblin faction that had taken refuge in Oberon.

Even Attilan didn't expect that the satyr's father was actually the leader of the Fairy Forest, even though the satyr was just the youngest son and was driven away because of his rebellion.

After the satyr was rescued, Attilan sent him to work in the southern part of the Northern Kingdom. In other words, the satyr requested to go there. His purpose was very simple, just to get closer to the Fairy Forest.

Of the five hundred elite snake-men that were brought to the Fairy Forest, only half came back alive.

Children cannot just eat for free. They also need to do some work within their capabilities while receiving education.

However, these restricted civilians could not help but escape from the territory of the East and West Grand Dukes, went south to join Attilan, and became free people living in the lands ceded to Attilan.

Of course, it's not that there are people who want to get something for nothing. For such people, Attilan doesn't need to ask. The demi-humans he sends to manage the place will let them understand why the ax in the Minotaur's hand is red.

Children also cannot work at high intensity, but they are the future. As long as they are not really weak and sick, and have limited IQ, the officials sent by Attilan will keep them in the appropriate position.

The southern border is indeed a good place. The 30,000 square kilometers of land alone can produce more than 20 million jins of black beans, 8 million jins of wheat, 10,000 pigs, and 3,000 sheep a year.

Especially Maple, this guy actually got involved in the fight for the next leader of the Fairy Forest while he was going home to visit relatives. It would have been a bad situation if the men sent by Attilan hadn't found out about his situation.

Two years ago, due to the gradual shortage of food, the two Grand Dukes of the East and West were forced to cede several southernmost territories to Attilan in exchange for Attilan providing them with two million kilograms of black beans every year.

The people in charge are all pharmacists who have graduated from the Druid School. Everyone can see and treat patients, so trivial matters such as judging physical conditions are not a problem.

Attilan didn't agree, so they could only cede an extra piece of territory.

They were fed every day, but the excess food needed to be stored in the granary until Attilan requisitioned it.

The old fishman is getting older. Even if Attilan makes an exception and provides him with sea dragon blood wine, he may not survive for ten years. A subordinate like the old fishman who is loyal and understands what Attilan wants is really not good. many.

The decrepit voice of the old fishman brought back Attilan's thoughts.

He has assigned a special person to plan the work intensity, which will never exceed the workload they can bear every day. According to calculations, after a night's rest, the fatigue from work will be eliminated.

Attilan selected some young people with active minds, trained them in stealth skills and intelligence gathering abilities, and organized an intelligence network throughout the Northern Kingdom.

Unfortunately, his family was persecuted by the Oberon faction, and only the eldest brother's daughter and the second sister's son survived.

The Southern Territory itself was not their territory, so it would not be so distressing to cede it to them. In the past five years, there were countless civilians in the Southern Territory who chose to join Attilan because of one bite to eat.

"Half of the land, will those two human beings agree?"

Attilan snorted coldly and said disdainfully: