Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Is this how you treat your best friend's child?"

The golden dragon eyes reflected several figures working hard under the dragon cliff in the distance. They fed the cut pieces of fresh meat to the baby dragons that were waiting to be fed, and at the same time, they kept cleaning the baby dragons. The feces they excrete shortly after eating.

"No matter who they are, they need to bear the consequences of their actions."

Tyrell could also see seven figures with wrinkled faces. The long and narrow dragon kisses were slightly split, as if they were smiling.

"They have had such a smooth life in the past two years that they start doing things regardless of the consequences. They need to sharpen their skills."

"These children do need to go through setbacks and suffering, and you are too easy on them."

The girl nodded in agreement.

"Doesn't it matter to you? The elves all think that they are your followers. With the help of the elves, they have learned many skills and mastered shipbuilding technology."

Di Ruier glanced at Su Hailun. When it came to loving, protecting and conniving humans, how could a bronze dragon compare to a golden dragon? A golden dragon would hand over its children to humans to raise.

"So I didn't stop you from punishing them."

"This is not just a punishment. Don't they want to be dragon knights? I will satisfy them."

"So, noble Lord Sedellin, how do you plan to make Geweil a hero who saves the world?"

"First, you need to destroy the world..."

"Wait, why do I want to destroy the world?"

Su Hailun interrupted Di Ruier and looked at him in surprise.

"Because this kid wants to save the world. If there is no crisis, how can we talk about saving? How can he become a hero like this?"

"I am a golden dragon! Compared to me, you are more suitable to be the devil who destroys the world."

"I am also a bronze dragon representing justice."

Tyrell didn't take it seriously.

"Would you like to count how many chromatic dragons you have?"

"There is no need to count. Counting the blue dragons I just conquered, I have sixty-nine colored dragons. Under my guidance, they will become a reliable force for maintaining justice and order."

"No one would think that so many colorful dragons gathered together represent justice."

"Don't you think so?"

"do not think so."

"You don't believe me."

"You have too many chromatic dragons!"

"There is no other way. If you want to blame it, just blame the elves. Who allowed them to raise so many dragons?"

"What are your plans for this child?"

Su Hailun brought the topic back.

"..."

Dirrell was silent and no longer in the mood to joke with the golden dragon.

"Aslan hopes that his child can freely choose his life and become the person and career he wants to be, but I can only give this child limited freedom."

He knew that Margaret had concealed her identity and even obscured the existence of Aslan. The boy shoveling shit under the dragon cliff didn't know that his father was a king.

His knowledge of the world was limited to the archipelago. Although he knew that there was a wider world, his mother did not teach him this knowledge.

The more you know and understand, the more things you want and desire. Because of this, the last queen only taught the knowledge necessary for survival.

"He will understand you. Besides, you take good care of his children, don't you?"

Su Hailun looked at the young man in the distance who was shoveling dragon dung with his companions with a grimace, and comforted Di Ruier.

"Even God can't fulfill all mortal wishes. It's good enough to fulfill his wishes to the best of your ability."

"I can only make him a dragon knight, that's all. I can't even let him come into contact with the civilized world."

Tyrell's eyes were profound.

Thirteen years are enough for a human baby to grow into a strong and powerful boy who even dares to covet the back of a flying dragon.

But for dragons, thirteen years is insignificant. Dirrell is still in his teenage years. Normal dragons have become adolescent dragons at this time. But as an ancestral dragon, Dirrell's life The thickness has increased too much and the life cycle has also been extended.

Not only him, but his brothers and sisters also did not sleep and transform. Tyrell cultivated them at all costs to make them different from ordinary dragons.

Although it cannot become an ancestral dragon, it is a veritable atavistic dragon.

Tyrell, who has taken control and enslaved a large number of chromatic dragons, is of course unswervingly implementing the policy of seclusion.

Most of the elves' policy of sealing off the islands was taken over by Tyrell, and was even more thorough. To this end, he also communicated with the Nagas who ruled the adjacent sea areas and reached an agreement.

Under such circumstances, Tyrell would certainly not let any creature who knew something about the islands leave and enter any continent in the world to come into contact with terrestrial civilizations, even Aslan's children were no exception.

Some secrets can be discovered without asking or speaking out. Tyrell has read too many spell books and knows how many spells can control the mind and master the mind.

Firm oaths and unyielding will are useless in the face of absolute power.

Only when Tyrell is promoted to legend will he release the blockade on the archipelago and try to communicate with the outside world.

But by then, how many years have passed? One hundred years, or two hundred years?

Tyrell couldn't say for sure, but he was certain that the time it would take for him to advance to legend would definitely exceed the life span of a short-lived species.

In other words, the child Aslan entrusted to him will live a mediocre life in the archipelago he ordered to blockade. He has no choice but to choose to be a farmer cultivating the land or a fisherman. , the only difference is that you can ride a flying dragon to farm or fish.

The short-lived species are called short-lived species because their lives are too short. Even if they have the talent of cultivation, there are only a very small number of professionals who can extend their lives.

Human beings exercise their spirits through meditation, or exercise their bodies through breathing techniques, but their promotion to the gold level only reaches the limit of their race, and the essence of life does not change.

A gold-level fifth-level warrior, regardless of the vitality lost in battles, can live up to one hundred and fifty years old. However, if he participates in too many battles and is injured frequently, he may not even be as good as an ordinary person.

Only professionals who have been promoted to the soul level can truly extend their lifespan, but it is also limited. They may become gold, and they are already the one-in-a-million geniuses in the mortal world. The soul-intention is the top one among these geniuses.

Of course, Tyrell would not let Aslan's children face high-intensity and high-intensity battles on the islands under his control.

But if you don't go through these hardships, don't face death, even if you learn the best breathing techniques and have the best resources, the gold level has reached the top, and the possibility of advancing to the soul becomes very slim.

Aslan's child, like him, does not have the talent to become a mage, but is just a talented warrior. Only in blood and fire can a warrior grow and complete the transformation of life.

As for the true blood of the ancestral dragon, it is extremely poisonous to humans who are not mentally strong enough.

"If you can keep these children and their descendants away from war, their parents will be very grateful to you. Being able to enjoy peace and live a happy life is the greatest freedom."

"Is it."

Tyrell was noncommittal.

"Lord Dragon, there is a man who has qualified to become a champion knight in the Abyss Arena!"

A respectful figure rang out, and a beautiful woman with dragon horns piercing her forehead and her cheeks decorated with fine dragon scales appeared behind Di Ruier.

"He is waiting for you to formally confer the title."

"okay!"

"How many champion knights is this for you?"

After glancing at the green dragon Katherina, Su Hailun asked.

Five years ago, Tyrell completely conquered the Abyss Island, leaving behind a group of demons. Based on this group of demons, the Abyss Arena was established. All creatures eager to fight and seek breakthroughs can enter the arena and find the ones with different strengths. Small demons fight.

Red dragons and some ferocious monsters are regular visitors to the Abyss Arena, but apart from them, there are also a group of creatures who want to make a breakthrough in the battle with the demons.

In the last demonic battle, the men and horses recognized by Tyrell received the knighthood designation given by Tyrell.

Knights of Champions of the Abyss!

The most powerful centaur, Jon, who is between gold and soul, received the blood after the battle and successfully transformed into a dragon-born centaur.

Later, the centaur became the leader of the Champion Knights. He set the criteria for joining the Knights: possessing the strength of the top gold rank and being able to continuously kill five demons of equal strength with his own ability.

Finally, and most importantly, obtain the gift of dragon blood, successfully transform into a dragonborn, and become a true champion knight.

"If you can survive, you will be seventh!"

Dirrell glanced at Su Hailun, and the next moment, the teleportation aura covered his body and disappeared on the spot. Su Hailun looked at where Diril had originally stood and couldn't help but sigh.

As the dragon closest to Direal, Su Hailun can feel the burning flame of revenge in Direal's heart. He has been expanding the power of his legions at all costs.

"Oh oh oh!"

"Champion! Champion!"

"Roar--"

Tyrell emerged from the teleportation aura and stood at the highest point of the magnificent abyss arena. The cheers and roars that filled the sky echoed in the stands. The scarred centaur raised the weapon in his hand and stepped on the fallen people. On top of the corpse of the crazy fighting demon, he accepted the cheers of the audience and waited for the final reward.

"Dragon Lord!"

The hooves and feet under the body have turned into sharp claws, and the loose pony tail has merged into one and turned into a thick dragon tail. Dragon scales cover the solid body like a pair of heavy armor, and there is a pair of sharp dragon horns on the forehead. Jon, the leader of the champion knights of Yansheng, bowed his head.

With an erect height of nearly six meters, he seems to have almost no biological connection with the centaur. With his tenacious will, he obtained the power of the true blood of the ancestral dragon. His original centaur blood was suppressed in all directions, but he was also This broke through the shackles and gained the coveted power.

"Let your future members of the Order come up!"

"yes."

The giants blew the loud brass horns, and amid the cheers from all directions, the impatient centaur held the broken spear in his hand and stood in front of Tyrell along the stairs that seemed to lead to the Sky Temple.

"That's it again."

The clear blue dragon eyes reflected the figure of the centaur in front of him. Tyrell glanced at the leader of the Champion Knights. This guy was closer to a dragon than a giant. His face was expressionless at the moment when facing his original compatriots.

The centaur in the golden rank has no secrets in front of Tyrell. This seemingly young centaur, who has faced demons in the arena and won five consecutive victories, has already reached the point of being... On the verge of collapse.

The reason for the dense scars covering almost every inch of his body was that he was fighting for victory regardless of the consequences, just to stand in front of him and receive the gift of blood.

Tyrell understood that all this was because he opened the dragon blood promotion path to centaurs, which made countless talented centaurs crazy about them, especially when there were successful cases of his own race before them.

Even the ocean giants find it difficult to resist the temptation of the true blood of the ancestral dragons, and the centaurs, who are already in the primitive tribal stage and admire strength, find it even more difficult to resist.

As a result, a crazy centaur appeared, giving up everything and overdrawing his life, as long as he could stand in front of the dragon alive and receive the gift.

This was not the first centaur, nor would it be the last.

Tyrell does not intend to change anything, because he has not forced the centaurs, everything is their own choice. After he came to this sea area, they were just centaurs living on an island. Now they have newborns every year. The number exploded.

"Supremely noble Dragon Khan, I am willing to follow you and dedicate everything in my life to you!"

The centaur, whose body was still stained with demon blood, had its hooves bent, knelt on the ground, and raised the broken spear in its hand high.

"I accept your allegiance, and you will receive my favor!"

Dirrell stretched out his dragon claws, and the golden threads shone between his dragon scales, converging on the fingertips of the dragon claws. The power of the ancestral bronze dragons was gathering.

"His Majesty--"

The centaur's face was full of excitement and excitement, and he opened his arms as if embracing the sun, letting the drop of true blood shining with golden light fall on his chest.

Wow~

The moment the true blood entered the body, the centaur's body immediately twisted, and some kind of wild beast's roar and growl came out from its throat.

"Watch him!"

Dirrell just glanced at it and stopped paying attention. The process of transformation was too bloody and ferocious, and the results were nothing more than two, success and death.

This is also the choice made by the centaur himself. Even if he does not accept the dragon's blood, he will soon die due to unlimited consumption of his own vitality.

"yes."

John, who was originally expressionless, was now full of expectations, watching the transformation of his kind. Only centaurs who have received the gift of true blood are qualified to become his companions to fight alongside him.