The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 6 Conquering the Murloc Tribe

Early the next morning, when the satyr stood up rubbing his painful head from a hangover, he found that he was sleeping under a big tree by the lake, not far from the fishman tribe.

"Hey, why am I here? Didn't I drink too much and fall asleep in the Centaur tribe yesterday?"

At this time, the water surface not far from the Goat was rippled. Attilan broke out of the water and threw the two big fish he caught and assorted aquatic products in front of him.

"I finished meditating this morning and before you woke up, I grabbed you and flew to the fish-man tribe, and then went into the water to catch fish."

The goat man's eyes suddenly widened and he pointed at the fishman tribe and asked:

"Just leave me here. What if those savage fishmen capture me and eat me alive!?"

"Don't worry, even though I'm catching fish underwater, I've always been paying attention to your situation. Besides, with my scent around, they won't dare to get close at all, and I also left something to protect you."

As he spoke, a green vine extended from the big tree and pushed the fish and shrimp.

"Are you sober? When you are sober, hurry up and deal with these fish, shrimps and crabs."

"Plant manipulation! You actually learned this spell, it's amazing!"

Feeling sorry for Attilan's progress, and knowing that he had not left him alone, the satyr took out his dagger and began to deal with the fish scales, and at the same time asked doubtfully:

"I promised you to help prepare the ingredients, but there is no need for you to go to the fishman tribe to cook, right?"

Attilan smiled slyly.

"Have you forgotten? Last night you promised me that you would do your best to help me conquer this group of bumpkin fishmen who have never seen the world with delicious food."

The satyr tried hard to remember what happened last night, but the strong drink from Centaur was too strong, and he couldn't remember what happened at all. He only remembered that he kept drinking, drinking, drinking, and then it disappeared.

In the middle, he seemed to have really promised Attilan something.

The satyr carefully handled the ingredients, and Attilan continued:

"I also drank some centaurs last night. This kind of spirit is mixed with barley, wild grapes, spices, and brewed in oak barrels. It has a really unique flavor."

"I thought it could be sold as a commodity to Halfling Town."

The satyr rolled his eyes at Attilan.

"It doesn't matter what you say, the horse king has been doing business with the halflings for a long time. Also, all my spices were used in yesterday's bonfire party. You brought me directly here. How can I cook if there are no spices? ?”

"There is everything in the forest. If you tell me what you need, I will go find it now."

Attilan thanked the old bear head from the bottom of his heart. It was obvious that this forest had been carefully laid out by his great druid, otherwise he would not have found so many types of fruits, nuts and spices.

There are not many spices, and the bears only use them to satisfy their occasional cravings.

However, after the intelligent beings who later migrated to the forest discovered these spices, some who were good at planting picked some seeds and planted them near their habitats. In addition, birds ate them by mistake, and the scale of the spices gradually expanded in the forest.

"Just the ones I used yesterday. You should recognize them, right?"

Facing the satyr's suspicion, Attilan held his head high confidently.

"Who do you think you are in front of? The dragon's sense of smell can easily tell the spices you used yesterday. Just wait."

Before the satyrs had processed all the ingredients, Attilan came back with all kinds of weird spices.

The satyr frowned and asked:

"Except for pepper, chili pepper, turmeric, mint, and rosemary, I know them. The rest...are you not going to tell me that they are also spices?"

Judging from the appearance, these fruits, leaves, bark, roots, and branches all exude a peculiar aroma, and in theory they should be used to make cooking.

But there is a very critical problem. The half-goat doesn't know how to use it. If he uses spices indiscriminately, it is better not to add any spices.

"Why did you bring all the peels back?"

From the look of the satyr, you can tell that he is only a half-baked cook. He doesn't know how to use most of the spices he brought back.

"These are all good things. Next, you can use these spices according to my instructions."

<divclass="contentadv">"You?"

Facing the satyr's distrust, Attilan said with a dark face:

"I'm a druid, so I can naturally tell me how to use these spices!"

These tangerine peels came from an orange tree that he finally found in the forest. Because his claws were not suitable for such delicate operations as handling orange peels, he specially asked a bear man for help.

The oranges are quite sour, but that’s because they haven’t been well taken care of. Attilan, who likes to eat oranges, believes that under his cultivation, the oranges will surely regain their vitality.

Attilan not only likes to eat oranges, but also basically all citrus fruits. Cultivating citrus fruits is also a very good practice for druids.

As long as you get any two citrus fruits, you can get a brand new variety through crossbreeding, which is simply the best subject for Druid practice.

When Attilan proposed this characteristic of citrus to the bears, the bears were shocked. He did not expect that there would be a type of plant and that the relationship between them could be so complicated.

Holding the orange in his hand, the bear man communicated and naturally gained knowledge about citrus fruits. Although there were not as many varieties as Attilan mentioned, he could really get a new variety by crossing two kinds of citrus.

Especially after eating Attilan's earthen pot stewed chicken with orange peel, the bear man also fell in love with this spice, and picked out a few orange seeds to scatter in the clearing in the forest.

Many druids know the effects of plants, but they don’t know how to think about things like orange peels and leaves. Which druid would think of using them as spices to make delicious food?

Today, when Attilan returned to get the dried tangerine peels, the Bear Man learned that he was going to use delicious food to conquer the Murlocs for his use. The Bear Man suddenly felt that Attilan was very different from other dragons.

There are few dragons that like to eat so much, and they also study planting and breeding. When they see a new species, Attilan's first reaction is that it can be eaten? Is it tasty?

The bear people gradually believed that Attilan's subjugation of the fish people was really because he felt that it was not as convenient as any other tribe to move alone. Planting aquatic plants was not true, but growing fruit trees, spices, and breeding monitor lizards, pheasants and wild boars was definitely true.

But to conquer the fishmen, you must start by raising fish, right?

Originally, I thought that the special thing about the ocean dragon walking the druid's path would be his talent. But now looking at his personality, the bear man felt that his realm had actually loosened slightly.

Attilan's ignition spell will set the dry materials collected here on fire. After becoming a druid, finding dry materials is easy, and you no longer have to worry about not finding enough dry materials.

Spread spices on the open fish, tie it up with wooden sticks and vines, and frame it. The tongue of fire slightly licks the surface of the fish, and the fish slowly turns golden. A rich fragrance spreads towards the fishman tribe as Attilan flaps its wings. .

But until the fish was roasted, no fishman came out to inquire about the situation.

The satyr held back his laughter and tried to bribe the murlocs with delicious food, but in the end no murlocs came out to support him. Now I'll see how you end up, Xiaolong.

Unexpectedly, Attilan flew directly towards the fish-man tribe.

"Fish-man, come out and speak!"

Ten days after he was born, since he became a druid and began to meditate and absorb the natural force, Attilan's originally slowed down growth began to grow again.

The majestic aura he now exudes is no weaker than that of some giant dragons in the infant stage. It can scare this fish-man tribe full of old, weak, sick and disabled into submission. Attilan believes that he can do it.

Accompanied by a loud dragon roar, an old scaled fishman walked out of the village tremblingly, holding a wooden staff and carrying strange water plants, bones and scales hanging on his body.

"Great dragon, I wonder if you have come to our humble fishman village. What can I do for you?"

"As you can see, I need some family members to work for me. From now on, they will follow me and eat spicy food! The food I prepared just now is a meeting gift for you, but..."

"If you don't want to, I won't force you."

After saying that, he aimed at a wooden pile on the river bank and breathed out the dragon's breath. The blue-white lightning turned the wooden pile into charcoal. The threat was self-evident.

"Promise, we promise, it is our honor to become the dependents of the great dragon."

The old fish man laughed. He knew very well that a dragon stood up and wanted to accept them as his subordinates, and they had no possibility of refusing.