The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 7 How to use fishmen correctly?

"Have someone go to the satyr to bring the cooked food."

Attilan gave the order, and the old fishman waved his wooden staff towards the village tremblingly again.

"Come out, everyone, and get the rewards the master has given us."

A group of murlocs appeared from various hidden corners of the village, but Attilan knew by looking at them that these were warriors from the village. The women and children were still hiding and did not appear.

The scales of the leader of the murlocs reflect white light in the sunlight, and he is 1.7 meters tall. Compared with other murlocs, he stands out from the crowd. With him, this murloc tribe is not completely devoid of war potential.

Grilled fish, lizard and mushroom soup, boiled shrimps and crabs, pan-fried fish cubes with jam, and stewed squid in honey sauce are also ingredients that fish people often see. They never thought that these ingredients could be so delicious.

The strong fishman and the old fishman looked at each other. The giant dragon that recruited them today seemed to be different from the other giant dragons they had heard about. I had never heard of any giant dragon being so kind to its dependents.

Attilan smiled softly, pointed at the satyr and said:

"Maple is the most outstanding chef under my command. All these delicacies are made by him. You can send a fishman to learn cooking skills from him, and he will teach you all about it."

"I said I won't treat you badly. As long as you obey my orders, it will only take a year for you to eat like this every day!"

"Everyone in the village can eat until their stomachs are full. I think you don't want the children and the elderly to continue to be hungry, right?"

Attilan's words immediately caused all the fishmen who were still eating and drinking to fall silent. Today was not only the best meal they had ever had, but also the fullest meal they had ever had.

With just one sentence, the murlocs were silenced, and Attilan suddenly realized that the living standards of this group of murlocs might be even worse than he imagined. Even if he didn't bring out these delicacies, all he had to do was stand up and threaten them, and the murlocs would choose surrender.

The only two of this group of murlocs who are capable of fighting are the strong murloc and the old murloc. Yes, the old murloc looks like a candle in the wind, but there is a faint water lingering around his body. element.

It should be a priest!

Priest is an identity, and the specific occupation is Druid or Priest, it all depends on what the old fish man believes in.

"How many fishmen are there in the tribe now?"

Attilan looked directly at the old fishman and asked.

"There are 16 adult fishmen who can fight, 20 female fishmen, 22 children, and 4 old people. What orders does the master have?"

The old fishman looked at Attilan with some anxiety.

"How many can work?"

"This... everyone can work, just follow the master's orders."

"Let everyone else come out first and let me see."

Attilan frowned when he saw this group of fish-men with sallow faces and skinny muscles. He had been working for so long just to conquer fish-men of this level?

"Let them all eat together. Except for those who can't hold a hoe, all the others, adults and children, will help me cultivate fields and cut down trees."

"No, you must not cut down the tree!"

The old fish man quickly persuaded anxiously.

Attilan frowned, wondering why the old fishman didn't let him chop down the tree.

"There is a powerful Druid in the forest. Cutting down trees will incur the Druid's wrath. Even if the master is a dragon, he may not be able to withstand the Druid's wrath now."

As he spoke, the old fishman glanced at Attilan anxiously, fearing that his straightforward words would offend the dragon's sensitive pride.

However, he saw Attilan laughing out loud. Could it be that he was laughing out of anger? Attilan's evaluation in his heart has gone up a notch.

"Don't worry, go chop down the tree. If anything happens, I'll take care of it. I'll communicate with the Druid."

The satyr didn't say anything, but just watched Attilan show off quietly. Forget it that the fishman didn't know, he didn't know that the master didn't prohibit cutting down trees, as long as it wasn't deforestation indiscriminately.

"Yes, Master."

The old fishman sighed softly. He could only hope that Attilan could really withstand the pressure of the druid, or that the druid was wise and would not anger these little shrimps.

"Whose priest do you believe in? How much power do you still have now?"

The old fish man suddenly said seriously:

<divclass="contentadv"> "I am a priest who believes in dragons. Because I lost the dragon lord I originally believed in, I lost more than half of my power. If I can believe in the master as the new dragon lord, my power should be able to Gradually recover.”

Believe in dragons? Combined with the question of who is the most powerful dragon in the area where the murloc tribe is located, Attilan widened his eyes and asked:

"Who was your previous master?"

"Yes Yes……"

Seeing that the old fish man was still reluctant to speak out, Attilan asked coldly:

"Is it Cerstis?!"

"That's right, due to a defeat in a battle, the already severely weakened tribe was exiled by the Dragon Lord. The tribe, which lost the guidance of priests and warlords, gradually declined and became a dilapidated tribe with less than a hundred in number."

The old fish man's words were full of desolation.

"I allow you to believe in me and follow me. Your tribe will not only return to its former strength, but it will even become a super tribe with a number exceeding ten thousand people!"

Attilan's words were full of deception, and he was not deceiving the old fish man. Since he was the first force to join his command, he would definitely increase their strength if possible.

As for breaking through 10,000 people? This is completely impossible.

If he had the resources to support a tribe of ten thousand mermen, wouldn't it be good to cultivate lizardmen and snakemen? No matter how many fishmen there are, can they still change the situation of the war?

If the murlocs were of great use, would this murloc tribe still be exiled?

Cestis is already a rare king in the mainland. He can't even use fishmen, so can Attilan?

Attilan scratched his chin with his paw, it seemed like he could really do it!

Murlocs are not good at fighting, so just don't let them fight.

The reproductive capacity of fishmen is strong enough, and their excellent growth rate allows them to reach adulthood and provide labor in three to five years. Their not-too-low intelligence makes them competent in farming and breeding.

"The latest task is to collect all the mussels that produce pearls, and then build a mussel farming field along the lake according to this model. Remember, eating mussels is not allowed in the future!"

"Hebengtian's request is this..."

Attilan used his claws to draw out the appearance of a clam field on the ground, and at the same time told the old fishman the size of the clam field, the height of the water level, and the food and fertilizer that needed to be provided to the clams.

"understood."

Sure enough, he still thought too much. The dragon only had treasure in his eyes, and he had learned how to cultivate pearls. The dragon was really crazy about money!

"Master, there are some pearls in the village that I got while collecting food over the years. I am willing to dedicate them all to the master!"

Hopefully these pearls will keep the dragon quiet for a while.

Following the old fish man's instructions, a fish man turned around and entered a room, and walked out holding a river clam shell over 50 centimeters long. The clam shell contained pearls piled up into a hill.

The pearl emits an alluring pink light in the sun, which immediately stimulates Attilan's greedy personality of collecting treasures as a dragon. Fortunately, Attilan, who walks the path of a druid, is illuminated by a burst of cool green light, and instantly Sanity restored.

Fortunately, the greed in the bloodline of the ocean dragon is not serious. Attilan put all the pearls into the storage space of the dragon's stomach. The dragon's stomach not only has terrifying digestion capabilities, but can also temporarily store the dragon's treasures.

"Then the river clam field...does it still need to be built?"

"Go on, as for these pearls, I won't ask for them in vain. I will send you a batch of food as a reward in a while."

"Thank you kind master."

Having said that, the old fishman never thought about what these pearls could be exchanged for.

"Collecting mussels will consume manpower. Don't worry about your food. I will send you some meat and fruits regularly. You also need to pay attention to the mussel fields and mussels I want."

"Yes, Master, I will definitely do my best."

After saying that, he grabbed the satyr and flew into the air, deliberately not supervising the work of the murlocs. He just wanted to see if these murlocs would obey his orders.