The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 48 I haven’t started yet, why is it over?

Counting the druid generals, there are a total of three hundred animal troops, involving many types of cattle, horses, sheep, fish, bears, monkeys, leopards and eagles.

"Gather in Big Horn Town in three days and march into the wasteland to wipe out the gnolls!"

Looking at the heroic Attilan, the Eagle King asked puzzledly:

"We will act in three days, so what now?"

"Let's have a party!"

The crazy leopard girl has long been salivating for honey and fruit wine, and she can eat a pound of it!

Attilan asked the fishmen to serve the food, and Old Man Ma also took the opportunity to take out the centaur and horse totem war dances he had collected during this period, and distributed the results of the trial operation and the shortcomings he found to everyone.

"Everyone, take a look and tell us your suggestions for improvement."

"I am the project initiator and my opinion is the most important."

Attilan must support him, the old man contributed the most, he said this just to warm up the scene, and as expected, the Leopard Girl, who was most easily provoked, stood up immediately.

"My advice is no worse than yours!"

While eating, everyone discussed the problems encountered in the Centaur and Horse Totem War Dance.

The fishman reported the arrival of a particularly large horned deer, saying that he had been invited to the banquet.

The Eagle King stood up with a smile and said:

"Since it is an action of the younger generation to purify nature, I informed Big Horn and Brother Jingya by the way. It seems that Big Horn has finished his work."

“The more people involved in the action, the better!”

Attilan launched this operation, but delayed it for three days, just to lure these druids onto his pirate ship. How could he think there were too many people?

From a distance, he saw a big-horned deer that was nearly four meters long and more than two meters high at the shoulders. It was as big as a van. Attilan had to spread his wings to cover up the momentum of the big-horned deer. After all, Attilan had the power to spread his wings. As wide as a dual carriageway.

"Come and try the skills of the fishman chef."

"it is good."

Dajiao muttered, and as he spoke, he transformed into a strong man over two meters tall, covered in deerskin.

Attilan likes friends like Eagle King who take the initiative to call more druids to participate in activities.

As soon as Dajiao took his seat, he said boldly:

"I sent out 20 moose! If the disease hadn't prevented the moose from fully recovering, I could have sent out forty or fifty moose, so that everyone could see the majestic scene of a herd of big-antlered deer charging."

“Having too many moose will destroy the natural balance of the forest and just consume some of it.”

"Leave it to me if you have more. Venison is the most nourishing. If you encounter this problem, leave it to me!"

No matter what kind of meat it is, Attilan can find the right cooking method!

Leopard Girl glared at her.

"Leopard is so cute, how can he eat Leopard!"

Soon the fishman came in again and reported the arrival of two halflings riding mastiffs, the Fang Brothers.

Attilan then asked the Eagle King:

"Is there anyone else?"

"Others either don't like fighting, or the animals they bred are not good at fighting, so I didn't inform them."

The only ones who can come are extroverted druids. How can an introverted and social-phobic person take the initiative to attend a banquet hosted by strangers? But he seems to need those social-phobic druids more...

Brother Fang greeted everyone warmly, Leopard Girl asked about the escaped golden crocodile, Brother Fang ruffled his hair depressedly.

"It's so annoying, so I just found one and a half."

"One and a half..."

"One alive, half eaten the rest."

"It turns out to be this half, hahaha~"

Leopard Girl clutched her stomach and laughed loudly. The depressed Brother Ya drank three glasses of wine in a row, and Brother Ya opened his mouth to persuade him.

"Don't get drunk. I heard that we are going to fight the jackals. I remember when I was a kid, the village was attacked by jackals, and our brothers were almost eaten by jackals."

"This time, no matter what, we must kill all the gnolls! I will dispatch all the mastiffs that can fight to ensure that all the gnolls are wiped out!"

Brother Ya also echoed:

"Yes, all my crocodiles are also dispatched to avenge the village!"

Another big gulp of wine.

<divclass="contentadv">Many halflings were killed and injured in the village back then, and the two brothers have always buried that hatred in their hearts.

"Everyone gathers here, there is nothing we can't do, cheers!"

Attilan shouted boldly, grabbed the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

"cheers!"

The wine woman's fruit wine and Attilan's wine were all drunk, and most of the druids were drunk.

Brother Ya also advised his younger brother to drink less, but in the end he got drunk first, changed his previous calmness, stood on the bench and roared wantonly:

"Two hundred gnolls are nothing. Why prepare for another three days? Now we summon our animal companions to attack. We arrive at the gnoll camp at midnight. Can they be stopped by a direct attack?"

"I agree!"

Leopard Girl was the first to raise her hand in agreement. Attilan had no time to persuade them to calm down, so they staggered up and went back to gather their animal companions, except...

"Old Ma, Eagle King, is this too hasty?"

If he lost the must-win situation because he was drunk and impulsive and attacked the waves, how could he get them on the pirate ship, and the tauren chief he could fight the most hadn't come back yet!

The old man took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, they will have sobered up by the time they gather in Big Horn Town."

"That's fine."

At dusk, the satyrs came back carrying food.

"Why is there so much chaos in the forest?"

Speaking of going to fight the jackals, the satyr rolled up his sleeves.

"Leave it to me, Yeenoghu's fangs, I'll kill him with a wild boar chariot!"

Wake up, why are you so high before you even drink? Did you, a satyr rogue, have your head hit by a wild boar while charging head-on?

"Do you want to listen to what you are saying? It's a wild boar that's pulling the cart, not Lista!"

The satyr could only rub his head and smile awkwardly.

In the middle of the night in Dajiao Town, after waking up from alcohol, everyone was a little embarrassed about the big words they said at noon. Yeenoghu Fang is also a challenge level 4 monster after all.

And because of the demon spirits in their bodies, they generally have a high level of demon sorcerers. Commanding two hundred jackals who are also infected by the power of demons is like commanding your own arms.

If you act rashly, not to mention your animal companions, even their lives will be at risk.

"Everyone should drink less alcohol at gatherings from now on. I will bring you fruit."

The wine girl opened her mouth to break the tense atmosphere, and everyone quickly agreed.

"Yeah, yeah, drinking makes things worse."

"Then shall we fight tonight?"

"Attilan, what do you think?"

Attilan's eyes were determined:

"Fight! We have to fight! We're all here. If we arrange it carefully, we don't have to worry about a mere two hundred jackals. As for Yeenoghu's fangs, we can rest assured to leave them to this satyr."

The satyr swallowed his saliva, should he really be allowed to kill Yeenoghu's fangs?

"You are responsible for finding him and leaving the task of shooting him to death to King Ma!"

"That's good."

The satyr was visibly relieved.

Late at night, everyone divided into four groups and silently surrounded the jackal camp.

The southern horse king near the desert led the centaurs and fishmen to shoot a round of arrows first, and then the tauren chief led the tauren to charge.

The gnolls screamed in panic after being hit by the arrow. The chief rushed into the camp with an axe, like a demon coming to the world, and split the three gnolls in half with one axe.

Centaurs and fishmen also charged. Countless gnolls were killed and trampled to death. Only a few gnolls were still breathing in the camp after the first charge.

The druids who were ambushing the other three parties and responsible for cleaning up the escaped gnolls looked at each other:

"Won?"

"This... why are the jackals so weak?"

Why did it end before they even started?

Attilan landed next to them and asked in confusion:

"Something's wrong, have you seen Yeenoghu's fangs?"

Sorry, because my grandpa has been ill recently and I am taking care of him today. I have been revising what I wrote if I am not satisfied with it, so I have updated it. I am sorry.