The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 285 Sun King

Five years, five whole years!
If it weren't for the old blind man Attilan sent to the northern grasslands, who used the 10,000 obsidian spears Attilan arranged to make, he could recruit 30,000 men, horses, werewolves, wild boars, tauren and other barbarians to cooperate with Attilan's command. Three thousand elite soldiers formed the coalition army.

Every year, some of the cities and lands in the northern border of the Northern Kingdom are occupied, which makes it impossible for the northern kingdom to send more troops to support the kingdom's war. It is estimated that the Grand Duke of the Western Kingdom has long been defeated.

Occupying three lands, it has a population of close to two million, although nearly half of them are just dissatisfied with them. From time to time, nobles will even launch rebellions with the knights sent by the king.

However, after integrating the population and resources of the three realms, the two Grand Dukes of the East and West still raised an army of 100,000. Now, after five years of fighting, only 70,000 of the army are left.

But these 70,000 soldiers, both regular soldiers and auxiliary soldiers, are at least twice as elite as they were five years ago.

But they still couldn't stop the royal guards led by Sandrako. This Sandrako was really no ordinary person. The power of the dragon inherited from the royal bloodline was fully reflected in him.

It's a pity that only the royal territory is left, with limited resources. It is already crumbling in the face of the impact of the southern rebels.

Mainly because all the men went to war and no one farmed the land, Wang led the army with insufficient food. The daily supply of food was only half of what it was five years ago.

On the other hand, the East and West rebels not only provided no less rations, but even more.

"No, this time, I want half of the land in the south!"

But it doesn't mean that he doesn't have feelings for his father, eldest brother, and second sister.

They are loyal to Attilan, but that doesn't mean they will carry out Attilan's orders unconditionally.

In this way, he can lead the army to kill and take revenge as soon as possible.

Although the Dukes of the East and West only ceded lands, the residents living on those lands were forcibly moved to the north to farm and provide food for their armies.

The goat-man Map, the tauren Lista, and the fish-man Fisher are actually more talented than the old fish-man, but their personal will is stronger.

The Fairy Forest had long been bulldozed by Attilan's troops.

Some civilians were very lucky to escape back to their hometowns and were assigned houses that they could not afford to live in despite their hard work. The price was to farm land for Attilan.

Under Attilan's rule, everyone was well fed, and those who came did not want to leave at all. They worked more actively than the others, especially those who were responsible for raising meat and taking care of the pasture.

As for those who can't stand the high-intensity work and want to escape? Naturally, he died under the arrows of men and horses.

There is no leisure under the rule of Attilan, and can only become the screws and gears on the engine. Of course, those elderly people who cannot adapt to high-intensity work will naturally have their rations reduced accordingly.

Last year, they proposed to cede three more wealthy territories in exchange for Attilan increasing its black beans by two million jins a year.

Because of Lulu, the satyrs naturally chose to be with the Fairy Queen Titania, and the old faction's strength has been greatly reduced because of Titania's sleep, otherwise Oberon's faction would not propose a new leader.

This year, their envoy came again and proposed to add two million kilograms of black beans, but the condition was still four territories.

All you need to do is catch a typical beheader, and the rest will naturally know how to work hard.

Even if his land has been carefully cared for for ten years, the yield of the land is still not as high as that of land that has been cared for by humans for hundreds of years.

Because behind them, Attilan was still providing support.

"Dragon Lord, do we have to agree to human conditions?"

Last year, two million kilograms of black beans were worth four pieces of land of about 10,000 square kilometers. Can the two million kilograms of black beans this year still be worth the same price?

Not to mention the satyrs, even Attilan was very angry.

If the Fairy Forest was not in the territory of the Grand Duke of the West, Attilan could not send a large army into the Fairy Forest at this time in order to allow the Grand Duke of the West to rebel with peace of mind.

Someone was sent to support him, and maybe he had been killed by the goblin faction that had taken refuge in Oberon.

Even Attilan didn't expect that the satyr's father was actually the leader of the Fairy Forest, even though the satyr was just the youngest son and was driven away because of his rebellion.

After the satyr was rescued, Attilan sent him to work in the southern part of the Northern Kingdom. In other words, the satyr requested to go there. His purpose was very simple, just to get closer to the Fairy Forest.

Of the five hundred elite snake-men that were brought to the Fairy Forest, only half came back alive.

Children cannot just eat for free. They also need to do some work within their capabilities while receiving education.

However, these restricted civilians could not help but escape from the territory of the East and West Grand Dukes, went south to join Attilan, and became free people living in the lands ceded to Attilan.

Of course, it's not that there are people who want to get something for nothing. For such people, Attilan doesn't need to ask. The demi-humans he sends to manage the place will let them understand why the ax in the Minotaur's hand is red.

Children also cannot work at high intensity, but they are the future. As long as they are not really weak and sick, and have limited IQ, the officials sent by Attilan will keep them in the appropriate position.

The southern border is indeed a good place. The 30,000 square kilometers of land alone can produce more than 20 million jins of black beans, 8 million jins of wheat, 10,000 pigs, and 3,000 sheep a year.

Especially Maple, this guy actually got involved in the fight for the next leader of the Fairy Forest while he was going home to visit relatives. It would have been a bad situation if the men sent by Attilan hadn't found out about his situation.

Two years ago, due to the gradual shortage of food, the two Grand Dukes of the East and West were forced to cede several southernmost territories to Attilan in exchange for Attilan providing them with two million kilograms of black beans every year.

The people in charge are all pharmacists who have graduated from the Druid School. Everyone can see and treat patients, so trivial matters such as judging physical conditions are not a problem.

Attilan didn't agree, so they could only cede an extra piece of territory.

They were fed every day, but the excess food needed to be stored in the granary until Attilan requisitioned it.

The old fishman is getting older. Even if Attilan makes an exception and provides him with sea dragon blood wine, he may not survive for ten years. A subordinate like the old fishman who is loyal and understands what Attilan wants is really not good. many.

The decrepit voice of the old fishman brought back Attilan's thoughts.

He has assigned a special person to plan the work intensity, which will never exceed the workload they can bear every day. According to calculations, after a night's rest, the fatigue from work will be eliminated.

Attilan selected some young people with active minds, trained them in stealth skills and intelligence gathering abilities, and organized an intelligence network throughout the Northern Kingdom.

Unfortunately, his family was persecuted by the Oberon faction, and only the eldest brother's daughter and the second sister's son survived.

The Southern Territory itself was not their territory, so it would not be so distressing to cede it to them. In the past five years, there were countless civilians in the Southern Territory who chose to join Attilan because of one bite to eat.

"Half of the land, will those two human beings agree?"

Attilan snorted coldly and said disdainfully:
"Old fish man, I believe you have also seen how they fought the war like this. Do you think they have the guts to refuse the conditions I proposed?"

"Once I cut off the annual supply of food to them, do you think they will still be able to defeat the Sun King?"

The old fish man shook his head slowly.

"They can't win. They can maintain their current situation because we support them from behind. Once they leave us, they will lose."

"In that case, I will go and tell the envoy the Dragon Lord's conditions now."

The envoy could only see the old fish-man. A mere human envoy was not qualified to talk face-to-face with Attilan. Even the two Grand Dukes of the East and West were only qualified to talk to the old fish-man and the satyr on an equal footing. When the messenger saw the old fish man, he immediately walked up flatteringly.

"Master Fishman, don't you know that the noble Dragon Lord agreed to the Grand Duke's conditions?"

The old fish man said disdainfully:

"The Dragon Lord said that this mountain and the land south of the river must be handed over to us."

The messenger's originally flattering face suddenly turned livid, and he said in a solemn tone:

"impossible!"

The old fish man didn't even look at him.

"Can you win if you leave us? Can you not lose if you leave us?"

The messenger suddenly became speechless.

The old fish man waved the wooden staff in his hand bluntly.

"Go away, go back and inform them of the Dragon Lord's conditions. We will send people next month to take over the land I just told you."

"you……"

The messenger moved his mouth, but finally turned and left.

Guard A spat at his back in disgust.

"If a human dares to compete with us, I think he doesn't want to live anymore."

Guard B said with a smile:
"What do you know? What does Dragon Lord mean by subduing the enemy without fighting?"

"Do you still understand this?"

Guard B raised his head confidently.

"My son learned it in the school. He is the first in his grade. Thanks to the Dragon Lord, otherwise how could my son have learned so much knowledge? Even I have learned a lot."

"Let me tell you, my son will be a general in the future and command at least a thousand tauren in battle. He will not be like his father and me, who can only watch the gate here because he cannot use his brain."

Guard A nodded thoughtfully.

"Should I get married early, have a son, and go to school to become a general?"

The Grand Duke of the West used to look down on the satyrs, but now he humbly asks the satyrs to sell him more resources.

Just when Attilan refused the conditions proposed by the envoy, in the southern land of the Kingdom of Northland, the two great lords of the East and West were hosting a banquet for the satyrs, hoping to buy all the excess food in the land governed by the satyrs.

Can the satyr agree?
It’s definitely impossible!

Even if Attilan gets a way to cure Trina, it does not mean that the satyrs will forgive the Duke of the West who hurt Trina, if the Duke of the West is not related to Attilan's strategic arrangements.

The satyr had already fallen out with him.

In five years, the Kingdom of Atlantis has not only grown this much.

Not only the Hexi area centered on Dajiao Town, but also the two areas of Hedong land have been fully developed. Although it cannot support the 200,000 people that Fujinome said, it can easily support 100,000 demi-humans with huge appetites.

Especially in the eastern part of the Southwest Desert, almost everything has been transformed back into wasteland and grassland, allowing some herbivores to survive freely.

For example, Attilan's subjects domesticated grass rabbits from sand rabbits and grass sheep from sand sheep. They were named because these two animals only need to be fed grass to continue to grow meat.

And it grows very fast, so this newly cultivated variety is naturally called grass. As for the official name given by the druid responsible for cultivating it, it is basically not used, so much so that the founder has almost forgotten it.

The pastures of these grasslands provided Attilan with an endless supply of dairy products and meat.

Although it is difficult for the cold air from the north to travel southward to the southwest, eastern grasslands and western deserts due to the obstruction of mountains, where the grass is green all year round, Attilan considers the cost-effectiveness of cultured meat.

Or choose to slaughter the meat before the meat-to-material ratio drops to a certain level, make dried meat and sell it to the dwarves, or use it to recruit northern barbarians to fight south.

How the North was captured by Attilan was because the old blind man first robbed the nobles loyal to the Grand Duke of the North, allowing the careerists in the North to see an opportunity for rebellion.

After repeated plunders, after the careerists gained an overwhelming advantage, the old blind man plundered the territory of the careerists again. After the forces of both sides weakened to a certain extent, the old blind man brought more and more choices to join his army to rob. The plundering barbarians took over half of the land in the north in one fell swoop.

There was a chance to capture them all, but Sandrako actually led a thousand elites to kill them, and he almost captured the old blind man in turn.

That dazzling golden light will probably never be forgotten by the old blind man in his lifetime, and it almost blinded his only remaining eye.

At the banquet, the Grand Duke of the Western Region toasted the satyrs with a smile on his face.

"Lord Maple, you still need to worry more about the food issue."

"Lord Langstro, don't worry. As long as the price is right, I will definitely sell the food to you. Of course, based on this year's war situation, the price of food will definitely rise again."

The face of the Grand Duke of the Western Region was a little ugly.

There are indeed many gold mines in the Western Territory, but if the food supply continues to rise, he will really become a miner for the satyrs. This rebellion is for the sake of becoming king. As a result, after five years, he and the Grand Duke of the Eastern Territory have already Almost losing money.

The satyr smiled faintly.

"I can't help it. How could the Sun King be so charming that someone dares to come to my territory to cause destruction? You also know that a large area of ​​food that is about to mature can be burned down with just a fire."

"It is indeed difficult to be prepared. If the Bloody Castle is in your hands, the price of food will return to the level of a year ago."

At the mention of the Sun King, the two Grand Dukes gritted their teeth and looked to the north.

Sandrako was obviously so mediocre before he took over, but once he took over, he suddenly became so capable. There must be something wrong with this.

The satyr took a sip of wine and said jokingly:

"I heard that the inheritance of the throne contains the inheritance of the royal family's Dragon Vein Warlock. Sandrako has completely activated the golden dragon bloodline in his body. If you can get the secret of this, I can buy you 100,000 kilograms of wheat at a preferential price. ”

“It’s wheat flour, not black beans.”

White bread made from wheat flour is definitely more morale-boosting than black beans.

Moreover, the two Grand Dukes also want to know the secret of the Sun King.

"Lord Maple, I think our three secret agents can cooperate. What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)