The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

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Atilan didn't expect that the symbolic emblem of this octopus sea god was actually a recorder, which inexplicably reminded him of an old friend.

"Lynn, the emblem of this octopus god you believe in is a recorder. Is it because he likes music?"

The mermaid Lynn excitedly took out a black recorder from her dimensional bag.

"That's right! Our mermaid's best ability is singing and music. After believing in the Octopus Sea God, we can use the recorder to enhance our musical magic, allowing us mermaids to gain stronger survival abilities."

"It's a pity that the Octopus Sea God doesn't need priests to serve him, so we can only become druids who serve him instead. Only a few people who are favored by him can receive a trace of divine power bestowed by the Sea God."

Atilan touched his chin and asked curiously:

"Then what kind of people does this Sea God favor?"

The mermaid Lynn shook the recorder in her hand.

"Of course, it's those who play the recorder well. As long as you can use the recorder to play music that pleases the Sea God, the more pleased the Sea God is, the more divine power will be bestowed."

Lynn's eyes suddenly dimmed.

"I have been playing the recorder since I was a child, for more than ten years, but when I hold the ceremony to worship the Sea God, I play the recorder, but I have never received the Sea God's attention."

"Indeed, I am a mermaid without musical talent."

Atilan comforted her:

"Just because you can't now, doesn't mean that the music you play in the future won't be recognized by the Sea God. Before your recorder skills are recognized by everyone, don't frequently play the recorder to worship the Octopus Sea God."

"Anyway, I think ordinary people's unremarkable music might only sound noisy to music masters, so you need to practice more and disturb the gods less."

After all, this Octopus Sea God is likely just a minor god. He probably can't handle too many requests from believers, and he's even worried that he will be contaminated by too much power of faith.

He actually doesn't want a priest. What kind of god doesn't want a priest, unless he can't control it.

With believers and priests, a church will naturally be formed.

A church is like a gang; once you set up a gang, you have to compete with other gangs for food.

Even opening a martial arts gym to teach boxing will attract challenges from other martial artists, let alone a god's church.

Not expanding the number of believers on a large scale, this Octopus Sea God is very smart.

Atilan touched his nose. How could anyone who can become a god be an ordinary person? How could he, a mere ocean dragon, be qualified to evaluate a god, even if he was only a demigod or a quasi-god.

"The affairs of the gods are too far away from us. Why don't we discuss how to cultivate treants belonging to the rainforest? The rainforest has basically eliminated war now."

"Trees will no longer be cut down and made into war equipment. The rainforest has the possibility of recovery. Instead of wasting the increased natural energy on increasing ordinary trees."

"It's better to concentrate the energy to nourish magical trees and treants. In this way, even if war breaks out in the rainforest again, the flames of war will not burn down a large area of the forest all at once."

Rainforests generally don't have fires, but with the activities and logging of intelligent life, and all smart people inevitably use oil to enhance the fire, after all, setting fire to attack the enemy is really too easy to use.

It can not only kill the enemy, but also destroy farmland, which is a double blow to the enemy. Once successful, it can easily disintegrate a powerful opposing force.

As for the damage to the rainforest, they don't care at all. Anyway, new vegetation will grow the following year to cover those that were burned, and there are still silly druids who won't watch the rainforest turn black and leave a large area of land bare.

Who told the leading druid of the rainforest to be a good person? They deserve to be pointed at with guns.

Now that noble druid died because of exhaustion, seeing the possibility of realizing his wish, he was relieved, but his disciples were not.

Atilan has reason to believe that the group of druids who stayed behind and are still absorbing a large amount of natural energy from the rainforest are aiming to retaliate against those tribes that once persecuted the rainforest and their companions.

Why did their fellow disciples and teachers die, but those large tribes gained more living space because of Atilan's actions, and the tribes can continue to grow.

This group of young druids doesn't have the good temper to repay evil with good. Retaliation is what they want to do. Thinking about it now, Atilan suddenly feels that it is not impossible to use that group of people.

Local druids, as well as those tribes who don't plan to join him, are hidden dangers that need to be cleared, but Atilan doesn't have that much military expenditure to spend on sending a large army into the rainforest to fight guerrillas with these guys.

The input and output are not proportional, and no one is willing to do such a thing.

But letting two opposing forces consume each other saves money and effort.

Hearing that Atilan wanted to develop the rainforest, the Eagle King, who had settled Jiu Nu down, walked over.

"Compared to the desert with nothing, I think the rainforest's situation is more suitable for everyone to try various druid cultivation knowledge. The rainforest environment can cultivate animals, plants, and magical beasts."

"The most important thing is that the rainforest is in a chaotic yet orderly situation. The results of our attempts may disrupt the natural balance of the rainforest, but the current situation of the rainforest determines that every attempt we make will actually increase the power of the rainforest."

Flower Woman frowned.

"Do you have a way to deal with the humans and elves in the east of the rainforest?"

"We won't touch the land bordering other forces in the east, but we can develop all the rainforest parts bordering the wood elves in the west!"

Leopard Woman suddenly clapped her hands and pointed at Atilan excitedly, saying:

"Now, are you what you call... a double agent!"

Atilan walked forward, grabbed Leopard Woman's cheeks with his big hands and pinched them.

"What are you saying! What are you saying! I am not a double agent. My behavior is aboveboard. How can you use a double agent to describe me? I am acting as a bridge to communicate between the two organizations, so that both sides can cooperate more deeply in the future."

Leopard Woman raised her hand to open Atilan's claws and rubbed her face.

"Since you have become a bridge, can you let Dragon Lake transport more water vapor to the Southwest River? The desert needs a lot of water resources to restore it to its original oasis."

Hearing what Leopard Woman said, Atilan suddenly had an inspiration.

"The northern part of the desert can use the water flowing down from the snow-capped mountains to restore the oasis, while the southern part can be restored through the Southwest River and the Three Rivers of the rainforest, encircling it from the northwest and southeast!"

"I don't believe it, this desert can't be restored!"

Eagle King frowned and said:

"Once the thing beneath the desert erupts again, all our preparations will be for naught. Therefore, I believe it's necessary to investigate the situation with the underground fire gnomes."

"We must never let them use the treasure as a core to open the fire elemental plane again."

The barmaid, having woken up at some point, sidled up to the Eagle King.

"Didn't Atilan say last time that there might be a Fountain of Wisdom in the snowy mountains? I was wondering if we could use the Fountain of Wisdom to restore the fire gnomes' brains, which have been burned by the flames, and allow them to regain their gnome intelligence, ceasing their mad venting of destructive desires."

"The Fountain of Wisdom and the ice water of the snowy mountains do indeed possess the possibility of restoring the reason of those flame-crazed fellows, but are you sure that doing so won't conversely stimulate them into madness?"

The barmaid rubbed her temples and said directly:

"This isn't just my idea. Not only are we worried about the oasis we managed to restore being destroyed by their arson, but the seniors who are currently expanding the oasis area in the desert are equally concerned."

"So they came up with this method. They've actually secretly created a spring eye with a slight wisdom-restoring effect above the fire gnomes' settlement, using magic and herbs."

"As long as the fire gnomes drink the water, they will slowly recover. If they don't like drinking water, it doesn't matter. To allow the spring eye to accumulate along the rock walls near the fire gnomes' underground city, the area isn't too large."

"They also secretly infiltrated the underground and set up a magic array to evaporate the spring water, and the water vapor produced will be carried by the wind to the fire gnomes' underground city."

"As long as they breathe, this spring water can take effect."

Atilan's lips twitched.

"The already weak spring water, evaporated and sent by wind, wouldn't that effect be the same as nothing? Surely the fire gnomes can't just take a few extra puffs of water vapor and have their tempers improve, right?"

The reason the fire gnomes become violent is that their fire energy is too strong. If their internal flames can be weakened or become gentler, then the fire gnomes will be less aggressive.

Anyway, this fire gnome powder keg cannot be directly extinguished with water, so we can only use this clumsy method to keep them in a humid environment, gradually dampening them and reducing the power of the gunpowder.

"According to the seniors who transformed into animals to infiltrate and scout, the fire gnomes seem to have become much quieter since they created this calming spring upstream."

Atilan stroked his chin and said:

"I remember that the strength of those seniors is indeed good, but it seems that there isn't anyone who excels at this kind of subtle, silent method. Their tempers are even more violent than the fire gnomes'."

The barmaid nodded and continued:

"That's right, it's a half-elf druid who is said to come from the Frostwood Forest in the far north. He is a shepherd of trees, and his biggest concern is that someone will lose their temper and set fire to the forests he has cultivated."

"The forest has already been destroyed, but cutting off the arsonist's limbs and burning his body with oil won't bring back his destroyed forest."

Not enough, took a deep breath of cold air.

"Isn't this senior a bit too ruthless?"

The barmaid shrugged.

"I asked the same thing, but the senior said, 'When arsonists cut down trees and pour oil to burn the forest, don't those trees feel pain?'"

It seems there's a bit of reason to that too.

The barmaid continued:

"According to the latest intelligence I've received, not all fire gnomes seem to have lost their reason. It seems that because the treasure is no longer spreading power to them, the fire gnomes' flame bloodline power is declining."

"Some fire gnomes who have regained their reason have begun to build their homes in the gnome way."

The leopard woman curiously poked her head out, blinked, and asked:

"What is the gnome way?"

"Of course, it's gnome technology. Gnomes can use steel, gears, wood, and magical energy to drive some strange golems, or integrate the effects of magic into their peculiar creations."

"After the fire gnomes obtained the flame bloodline, they lost their original wisdom, and the things they made were similar to dwarves, crude and powerful, but without any of the gnomes' ingenuity."

"The group of intelligent fire gnomes created some crude gnome golems, which the seniors named fire gnome technology. They can use those golems to till the land, sow, harvest, and illuminate."

"The most important thing is illumination. They successfully imitated the sun with their flame power and hung it in the sky, allowing them to efficiently cultivate plants underground."

Atilan stroked his chin.

"That's so amazing, I kind of want to go take a look. What about you guys?"

The barmaid said seriously:

"No, the seniors said not to disturb the fire gnomes, even if they have regained some gnome intelligence. We must wait until they have set up the calming spring water."

"And see if it can further devolve this group of fire gnomes."

Further devolve, these words together made everyone a little confused.

The barmaid rubbed her forehead.

"I must have had too much to drink, how could I tell you guys about this."

The bear man's eyes flashed with cunning wisdom.

"We won't go to see the fire gnome technology. I remember that if you go straight west from the grassland for thirty kilometers, there is an underground oasis covered by rocks, and the most peculiar thing is that there is a hot spring in the oasis!"

"We can go there to soak in the hot spring. Didn't the Eagle King get a giant eagle egg? How about we go cook hot spring eggs?"

The leopard woman jumped up directly.

"Hot spring eggs, I love to eat them!"

Everyone thinks she's stupid, but the leopard woman thinks she's not stupid at all. She knows very well that the bear man's goal isn't hot spring eggs. There really isn't a hot spring in the forest.

But how delicious can hot spring eggs be? Is it worth running hundreds of kilometers to eat them?

Suddenly mentioning hot spring eggs must be to explore fire gnome technology!

As a result, after arriving at the small oasis that the bear man mentioned, everyone really did cook hot spring eggs and soak in the hot spring.

The leopard woman anxiously found Atilan.

"Aren't we here to explore fire gnome technology? Why are we really eating hot spring eggs?"

Atilan frowned and scolded:

"Sandrie, how is your awareness so low! The current general policy is not to anger the fire gnomes. We should focus on how to quickly expand the oasis area."

"We need to figure out how the existing oases in the desert have survived. For example, this oasis under our feet, although the oasis is shielded by rocks, leaving only a small skylight."

"But there is also a hot spring underground in the oasis, with heat sources above and below. Look how lush the surrounding grass is, and there's... an orange tree!"

"Who planted an orange tree in this kind of place? How could there be an orange tree in the desert?"

Existence is justification. Since the orange tree has been growing here for who knows how many years, it means it's normal.

Atilan said directly:

"I think there's a big problem with this oasis. We need to dig down and see who built the oasis in the end. This orange tree fully proves that this oasis was built artificially!"

The leopard woman asked curiously:

"Why?"