The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 386 World Tree

Atilan smiled and waved his hand, saying with a relaxed expression:

"A mere bunch of stray dogs don't deserve such praise. Facing the possibility that the Empire could easily launch an offensive to destroy them at any time, the stray dogs naturally hope to stay as far away from the Empire as possible."

The Faun nodded and said:

"Those islands are not only too close to Atlantis, but also too crowded to accommodate the current one million people. They are only suitable as a temporary residence."

"Unless they can find more islands to build on, once the people are scattered across the vast ocean, they can communicate by ship."

"People's hearts are bound to be scattered. It is almost impossible to be as united as we are now and prepare to launch a counterattack on the mainland."

Attilan smiled contemptuously. He kept saying he wanted to counterattack the mainland, but he never succeeded.

He waved his hand and said:

"Let's not talk about that group of people with no future. I asked you to promote food and the Dragon God. How is the promotion going now?"

The goat man frowned slightly and said:

"Faith is a very tricky issue. I can't force the residents to give up their original faith in the gods and turn to you, the God of Food and Dragons."

"Just erect statues of your deity in as many densely populated cities and towns as possible, and send out shamans and druids disguised as priests to spread the word."

"If you and Odalis were not the emperor and empress of the empire, the erection of the statue would be spontaneously resisted by the people. Now some areas of extreme beliefs have even banned the entry of your statue."

"Even in areas where statues of gods are erected, the people still regard you as the rulers of the empire, not gods."

Attilan nodded indifferently and said:

"Just erect the statue. Now they don't recognize my divine power. Wait until twenty years, fifty years, or a hundred years later, and they will know that the emperor of the empire is also a god."

Having not made time for it before, Attilan plans to travel around the continent next, exerting his divine power as much as possible to let the people of the empire know that their emperor is a... god!

Attilan fetched two barrels of Sun Gin, opened one for himself, and poured a glass for the satyr.

After drinking his bucket, he said calmly:

"In addition to me and Odaikis, Master will be given the throne of the God of Thunder, and the statue will be a roaring giant thunder bear. Master's wife will be given the throne of the Flower Fairy Goddess, and the statue will be a flower fairy life form entangled with Master's wife's flowers and thorns."

“Old naughty boy, wait until he condenses the divinity of nature and elements, and then set up the position of the God of Rotation for him. As for Master Bloodstained, I wonder how his divinity of death will condense.”

"Otherwise, give him a seat as the God of Winter Death."

The goat man frowned and asked unwillingly:

"Do you want Xueran too? He hasn't made any contribution to the empire. Instead, he took advantage of the empire's lack of response to turn many areas into his death forest."

Attilan smiled and asked:

"Do you know why I set the position of the god of winter death for Master Bloodstained?"

The goat man replied indifferently:

"It's because he has been studying the power of death and took the opportunity of Ao Dai Qi Si to start a war. There have been at least a lot of deaths on the mainland."

Attilan took out another barrel of beer and explained as he drank:

"Because although winter symbolizes death, it also breeds life. Didn't you notice that after Master Bloodstained created death, the grain production in those areas increased by at least 30%?"

The satyr took out the document and looked at it with a look of disbelief.

As a conscientious prime minister, he quickly found the documents about the areas infected by the blood-stained School of Withering, according to the latest reports.

The goat man said in surprise:

"The wheat yield actually increased by about 50%. Is the School of Withering so powerful?"

Attilan nodded and said:

"The goal of the School of Withering is to return life to the earth, not simply to create death. You must understand that they are druids, not necromancers."

The satyr's eyes rolled around, he drank some sun gin, leaned back in a comfortable chair and asked:

"The Withering School has always acted alone. Do we need to include them in the knowledge dissemination of the Druid School and train some Withering School druids to work for the Empire?"

Attilan rubbed his chin and finally nodded.

"Yes, but don't do something as drastic as creating a plague a second time. Let them be responsible for environmental control and prevent a piece of land from being overdeveloped."

"Based on the tenets of the School of Decay, I think they are quite suitable for sustainable development, although the Empire is not yet at the point where the land cannot accommodate the population."

"But we still need to plan ahead and make the continent of Atlantis as vibrant as possible."

The satyr nodded, took out a document and handed it to Attilan.

"The documents submitted by the Druid School show that they plan to collect rare natural resources from all over the continent and refine them to make a legendary life-level nutrient solution for the old tree head to use."

"Minister of Education, the suggestion given by the wine girl is to agree. This plan will not only ensure the status of Nature Heart Vocational and Technical College as the highest institution of learning in the empire."

"At the same time, you can help the Wine Girl, Eagle King and other senior druids break through to the top level. If any of them is lucky enough to break through to level 18, you will get a dean of the academy who can be used for hundreds of years."

Atilan raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Heart of Nature? This is..."

The satyr looked at him with a hint of disdain and said:

"It's the place you mentioned for training graduate students. As the highest institution of learning in the empire, it can't always be referred to as the Druid School. The group of schools in the forest is now called the Nature's Heart Comprehensive University."

"I plan to upgrade the elementary schools under the nine governor's offices to middle schools within ten years. At the same time, each group will have a professional elementary school and each city will have a preschool."

The satyr sighed and continued:

"Originally I thought that too many professionals would be detrimental to the management of the empire, but after the secretary of the Prime Minister's Office inspected the topography and natural distribution of the undeveloped areas of the continent."

"I realized that if we want to develop those areas, we still need more professionals to act as pioneers."

"I originally thought that after better times, races like murlocs, minotaurs, and centaurs would work harder to have children, but the birth rate has dropped this year."

Attilan waved his hand and said:

"When faced with a life-or-death crisis or a lack of labor, people will try to have children to prevent the tribe from being cut off from inheritance, but life is getting better now."

"There is no major war on the continent, so having children is not an urgent matter. It may be that the standard of living that the empire provides them is just enough food and drink."

Attilan was originally a country established according to the traditional dragon kingdom, so the exploitation of the people was quite harsh, even though its system could ensure that everyone had enough food.

But that requires labor in exchange for food.

Compared with high-intensity labor, many people prefer to get something for nothing.

Especially a centaur who has the strength of a level 5 warrior when he grows up, the Tauren.

In the past, we could use various reasons to persuade them to work hard to expand the kingdom, but now that the empire has occupied the entire continent, they just want to enjoy the life of a superior person.

Even though the Empire's war of unification had little to do with them, when the Sheepmen later sent them to the east to maintain order, they still wanted to capture a few slaves and bring them back.

Free yourself and your family from tedious labor.

The murlocs are okay, but most of the centaurs and tauren are unwilling to engage in tedious agricultural labor anymore.

<divclass="contentadv">Faced with the question raised by the Centaur, Attilan waved his hand and said:

"You are the prime minister appointed by me. Do not be restrained when doing things. Do it boldly. I will support you behind the scenes. Since they are willing to serve as soldiers and take on tough tasks."

"Then let them go. There are already tens of millions of humans in the empire now. Farming can be left to them. Of course, those humans who want to work on the battlefield can also do so."

"You have to give them a chance too. Anyway, I'll leave everything to you, Prime Minister!"

The goat man widened his eyes and asked back:

"Then your Majesty, what are you doing?"

Attilan smiled and drank the ale in one gulp.

"Of course I will continue to strengthen my strength so that I can bring you to my kingdom of God in the future and enjoy the beautiful happiness of immortality in the kingdom of God with me."

The goat man took out a document and began to review it, while complaining to Attilan:

"Come on, I will probably still be your prime minister when we get to the Kingdom of God. Unless something unexpected happens, I will have to handle government affairs for you for the rest of my life!"

Atilan smiled and looked towards a luxurious garden house in Qinglin City.

"Then we still have your son. He can also be my prime minister. It's good for him to inherit his father's business."

Attilan took out a life orb and placed it on the satyr's table.

"Give it to Trina when we get back. It will allow the baby in her belly to grow stronger and stronger, and at the same time ensure that the mother's strength will not decrease due to nurturing a new life."

The goat man paused with the quill in his hand, then stood up in surprise and asked:

"What did you say! I have a son!?"

Attilan nodded.

"Qinglin City is a city that I built myself. All the flowers and plants in the city are soaked in my water of life. As a quasi-god, I think my perception of anything in Qinglin City will not be wrong."

"After more than ten years of marriage, you finally have the fruit of your love. Congratulations."

The father of the goat man opposed this marriage at first because as spirits, it would be difficult for the goat man and the snake man to produce the next generation.

For more than ten years, the two people have taken large amounts of Changchun wine, which not only nourishes their vitality but also gives them faint ocean dragon veins.

The common ocean dragon veins prompted their life forms to evolve in a similar way, which is why they had children.

Originally, Attilan planned to use the power of creation to help the Centaurs, but the Centaurs felt that the children should still follow the arrangement of fate.

As the prime minister, he can receive the highest share of Changchun wine. If nothing unexpected happens, he and Trina can live for another two or three hundred years, so they don't need to worry about not having time to have children.

"I'll go check on the old tree. That plan can be approved."

The plan submitted by the bartender was under the banner of promoting the old tree's evolution into an ancient tree of life, but in reality she knew that they simply did not have that ability.

The goal is simply to improve their druid skills in the process.

At the same time, the products of the research will definitely be put on the old trees, but they cannot guarantee how much of a promoting effect they can have.

The satyr waved his hands impatiently.

"Let's go now. If we continue chatting with you, we won't be able to finish today's work."

In such a huge empire, the goat man works more than twelve hours a day, and his secretaries work in three shifts, with someone on standby in the Prime Minister's Mansion 24 hours a day.

The documents sent from various places are sorted and summarized into different categories.

With 50 million square kilometers of land, especially with the easy-to-use dragon-patterned teleportation array, although people and bulky items cannot be teleported, documents from all over the country can be transmitted to the Prime Minister's Mansion immediately.

Especially now that the empire has just been established, there will always be endless problems to deal with as long as you want to deal with them.

On the contrary, if you don't care, there won't be any problem, as if the world is peaceful and prosperous, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

Attilan came to the old tree, smiled, pressed his dragon claws on the old tree's sturdy back and said:

"Old Treehead, I am now confident that I can treat the old injuries on your back, replenish your vitality, and push your vitality toward the level of an Ancient Tree of Life."

"But I can only make your life level the same as that of the Ancient Life Tree. The natural rules nurtured by the Ancient Life Tree can only be condensed from nature by you little by little."

The old treetops rustled in excitement.

"That's enough! I've been following Gaioge for hundreds of years, and it's not like I haven't learned anything. I still have some confidence in condensing the laws of nature."

Attilan raised his brow.

"Then I'll start."

Attilan naturally also conducted some research on the situation of the old tree.

As he studied the divinity of nature and the divinity of stars, the problem of the old tree became less difficult.

Powerful gods can grant divinity, turning a mortal into a quasi-god.

After all, Attilan is a level 1 wild god. He possesses the divinity of life and planting. For him, promoting the growth of a tree is a piece of cake.

Of course, he would not waste his own divine power to promote the growth of the old tree.

The continent is like a chessboard. The originally intermittent natural magic network has completely covered the continent of Atlantis. Attilan can proudly say that the supply that the Emerald Dream gets from here is not inferior to that of the headquarters!

The Emerald Dream is connected to the natural magic network. The food grown by absorbing natural magic power will become nourishment for the growth of the Emerald Dream after being eaten by intelligent life.

Attilan was built smoothly without being sniped by the enemy throughout the process.

He found it very strange.

It's not that I'm a bit of a jerk, but mainly because something like this that is good for the Natural Parliament will definitely have hostile forces standing up to oppose it.

Before the enemy destroys the natural magic net and gives him the whole big one, use the remaining energy to strengthen the old tree.

With the Ancient Tree of Life in place, it would not be so easy for the enemy to destroy the natural magic network.

"The process will be a little painful, just bear with it."

Attilan activated the natural magic web and gathered the remaining power into his body. He acted as a purifier and injected the purified natural life force into the old tree's body.

Stimulate his ancient tree bloodline.

Although it feels a bit strange, it is true that trees have bloodlines.

As a bit of divine power was injected into the old tree, Attilan looked at him in surprise.

"Are you the World Tree?"