Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"How did you finish your homework?"

The addition of a new member to the Champion Knights is a major event that changes the level of life and future destiny for the centaur itself and its relatives, but for Tyrell, it is just a trivial matter.

Tyrell, who has become the Great Lord of Sedellin, does not care about many things now. Among them, the homework he assigned to his younger brothers and sisters is one of them.

What the bronze dragons who are still in their teenage years need to complete is no longer magic homework related to themselves. Under the arrangement of Di Ruier, they have all developed "hobbies" in the field of alchemy, so they also have alchemy homework. .

Thanks to the "hobbies" of these "diligent" bronze dragons, Tyrell got rid of some of his dependence on the elves and was able to independently manufacture some low-level alchemical weapons, without the need to customize all alchemical weapons from the elves.

There is nothing that can be done about it. Apart from the elves, the centaurs are the most civilized people in the Sedellin Islands. At least they can use the resources around them to make weapons and leather.

As for mining ores and forging metal weapons, that would be too difficult for the centaurs. Tiril still fished out a dragon clan from Dragon Island, so that he had a workshop capable of forging metal utensils under his command.

However, ordinary metal weapons cannot meet the needs of his relatives. Fortunately for the giants, they basically exchanged alchemical weapons from the elves through their own efforts. Some wealthy ones even have alchemical armor.

However, when the dragon-turned-centaur appeared, a headache arose for the dragon master Diriel. The production capacity under his command was insufficient and he was unable to provide suitable weapons and equipment for his dependents.

The weapons that the centaur can make cannot withstand the power of the dragon-turned centaur. He can't let his relatives charge into battle for him with bare hands. Although it is not impossible, it is too wasteful.

For this reason, Tyrell had no choice but to propose a deal to the elves. He also tried to poach the elves and pry away the group of fire giants. However, the dwarves among these giants abide by the spirit of the contract, and simple violent coercion has no effect. Use, force cannot conquer all living things.

Moreover, it is useless to pry the fire giant alone. The weapon made by the fire giant can only be regarded as a perfect alchemy weapon after being enchanted by elves. It is not impossible to use it directly, but it is just a crude weapon.

Therefore, Tyrell provided the elves with a large amount of raw materials and many resources that the elves needed in exchange for alchemical weapons that could arm his champion knights.

There is no doubt about the value of alchemy weapons, and what Tyrell exchanged was a complete set of equipment including long and short weapons and armor. The value of each set is enough to exchange for a resource-rich barony in the human kingdom.

At present, Tyrell has only exchanged six sets of knight's weapons, and now he needs to order a seventh set from the elves. This is an endless amount of money, and it will continue to increase as time goes by.

The weapons used by the giants will also be damaged and consumed over time. As the Dragon Lord, the loyal and following object of the giants, he also needs to be responsible for this, and he cannot let the giants prepare their own weapons.

Therefore, Tyrell was aware of this when he acquired the first knight's weapon from the elves, and he made two different preparations.

The first is to help his younger brothers and sisters "discover" their "interests and hobbies", and then teach them in accordance with their aptitude and assign them a large number of alchemy-related study and homework arrangements.

Let the bronze dragons take advantage of their immortality in the fields they are interested in, and strive to help his brother get rid of the alchemy technology harvest from the elves as soon as possible.

"Brother, I completed a big sword according to your request!"

She found that Dirrell, who suddenly appeared next to her, had completed her homework. Angelica, the bronze dragon who had done the work, excitedly dragged a seven-meter-long sword to Dirrell's side.

"Let me see."

Tyrell took over this alchemical weapon from his sister, which was enough for ordinary ocean giants to use, and used the dragon's innate appraisal talent to check its effect.

Because it was under his "guidance" that his younger brothers and sisters "discovered" their hobbies in the field of alchemy, he did not assign excessive learning tasks, but only asked them to make basic alchemical weapons. learning result.

Ding~

Tyrell stretched out his dragon finger and tapped the sword's spine. Like a blooming rose, layers of complex light patterns emerged.

"Tough, sharp, and fast?"

Tyrell looked at his slightly uneasy sister and showed surprise.

Because he is a beginner, all he needs is that it can be used, that it has the basic characteristics of an alchemical weapon, and that it can withstand the power of a giant or a dragonborn.

But unexpectedly, his sister also gave him a little surprise, and it also came with a basic alchemical inscription.

“Very beautiful piece!”

Facing Angelica's expectant gaze, Tyrell sincerely praised him. What else could he say for such an overachieved job? Just praise him hard and that's it.

In this way, this sister can devote more concentration to her "hobbies" and learn and create better alchemical weapons.

"You can take five days off."

"A short vacation!"

Angelica, who was originally overjoyed to receive praise from Tyrell, couldn't help but want to fly at this moment. She finally waited for the holiday.

Although it is only five days, for a normal dragon, it is not enough time to sleep well, but for a dragon like her who has replaced sleep with meditation and studied with the habit of short-lived species for a long time, Already very satisfied.

"Ello, where is your homework?"

Dirrell's eyes turned to his oldest brother. Under his gaze, this bronze dragon, which had reached a length of sixteen meters, was a little timid. Although it was in the shape of a dragon, it made Dirrell look at it. A familiar shadow arrived.

"What? You haven't made any of them? Even if it's a defective product, put it out for me to see."

Although he hatched from the same batch of dragon eggs, at this moment, Ai Luo is like a child with poor academic performance facing a strict father, trying to escape but having nowhere to hide.

Under Tyrell's calm gaze, one after another, which could barely be called swords, or could be called exotic metal artworks, were lined up in front of him.

"This is my homework."

Iroh lowered his head in shame, looking particularly embarrassed. His sister could help his brother, but he was wasting materials and was useless.

He clearly remembered how weak his brother looked every time after he separated the true blood and gave it to him. He had always wanted to do something for his brother, but finally waited for the opportunity. Even if he tried his best, he could only fail badly. Taste.

Wow~

Tyrell stretched out his dragon claw and moved the strange metal structures in front of him. Compared with these things, Angelica's sword was an exquisite work of art, and the difference was immediately highlighted.

If Ai Luo wasn't so bad, maybe this sister had outstanding talents in the field of alchemy and making weapons, and it wasn't just a hobby that emerged under his guidance.

“Can you put the order in which these pieces were made?”

Tyrell fiddled with it for a while, but his tone remained calm.

"Can."

Although he didn't know what his brother wanted to do, Ai Luo, who was extremely guilty, honestly laid out each of his failed products in the order in which they were made.

"Not bad, you can see obvious progress!"

Tyrell looked at it carefully for a while, and then spoke in an approving tone.

"progress?"

Ai Luo was stunned for a moment.

"Although there is not a single qualified work, it can be seen that you are working hard."

"Second brother!"

The repeated failures made Ai Luo, who was filled with guilt and even afraid to face Di Ruil, suddenly choked up after hearing the recognition and appreciation from his blood relatives.

"We are immortals, so we don't have to stick to the temporary. You don't need to achieve obvious results in the shortest time. You just need to make sure you are making progress."

Tyrell's tone was gentle. The talents between dragons are different. This younger brother now needs comfort, encouragement and affirmation after experiencing multiple failures and clearly showing guilt. Not a verbal blow.

As long as a dragon can live up to a thousand years and is willing to spend time studying and studying, is there any field in which it cannot reach the pinnacle? As long as a dragon is willing to spend time studying, he can become a master in any field, even if he has no talent.

"Just rest for three days and relax. Calculating the time, there should be another group of four-armed fishmen who have grown up. You can go and have a try!"

"I will definitely work hard."

Although he was ashamed and really wanted to make progress, he must enjoy the leave given by his brother. Ai Luo followed Angelica, flapped his dragon wings, and left the alchemy workshop. At this moment, there was only one dragon left here.

"Where's your homework?"

Tyrell looked at the last dragon in the alchemy workshop. Half of his body was trying to hide in a pile of extremely strange metal creations.

"Second brother, what you see is my homework. Although I failed, I worked very hard."

A dragon head poked out from the metal gap and said boldly.

He doesn't expect five days off like Angelica. As long as he is given three days off and has a delicious meal of sahuagin, he will be satisfied.

"..."

Tyrell looked at the pile of metal creations placed on the alchemical matrix, his eyes gradually becoming cold.

If the shape of the sword can still be barely discerned in Ai Luo's work, then it is completely impossible to tell what it is in this pile of metal creations.

"I asked you to make weapons, so can you explain to me what these failed products of yours are made from?"

Tyrell stretched out his dragon claws and picked up a metal object with unknown purpose. Then he was surprised to find that this thing was actually composed of several pieces of metal and could move.

"Is this a weapon?"

Tyrell couldn't remember which weapon he requested to refine had any moving parts.

"This is the golem I made!"

Hardison spoke proudly and confidently. This was not a low-level alchemy weapon made by his brother and sister. He was making a war golem.

"Golem? Ha!"

Seeing this proud younger brother, Tyrell sneered and threw the metal scrap in his hand to the ground with a dull sound,

"Then why can't you move?"

"Because these are failures and I'm not done yet."

Realizing that there was something wrong with Tyrell's tone, Hardison shrank his head and his voice became much softer.

"Not finished? Okay, what about the homework I assigned you?"

"I went to study the golem."

Hardison's voice grew quieter.

"So, you didn't do any of the homework I assigned?"

Tyrell's tone became gentle again.

"I made these golems."

"But they can't move."

"The golem is too complicated..."

Hades defended quietly.

"I didn't ask you to study the Golem."

"I think it's more meaningful to study golems than to make these simple weapons."

"Well, you are right. Since you have taken the initiative to study and study, as brothers, I fully support you. What you are making is a steel golem.

I will instruct them to provide you with the most materials. You are not allowed to leave here until you create the first golem that can move freely. "

Tyrell's voice became gentler.

"Ah, don't I have a vacation? Can't I have a vacation?"

Hudson was stunned.

"Holiday? What kind of holiday? Only useless dragons take holidays. How can a genius dragon like you waste time? You should spend all your time on meaningful things."

Tyrell stretched out his paw and patted Hardison's head. This youngest bronze dragon was completely dumbfounded. He had now realized what he was doing. He stretched out his claws and tried to pull Tyrell to beg for mercy.

"Second brother, listen to me, don't do this, listen to my explanation..."

Just the moment his dragon claws touched Diril, he passed through directly.

"No, second brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

"Second brother!"

Hysterical wailing echoed in the alchemy workshop where only one dragon was left, but all the sounds were blocked by the alchemy matrix and could not be transmitted outside at all.

"I saw Iroh and Angelica coming out. Where's Hardison? Didn't you let him out?"

The dark green soup pot emitted an indescribable smell as the special stone spoon was stirred. In the palace that exuded a strong smell of vegetation, the dragon who was preparing the potion looked back at Tyrell, who appeared behind him through teleportation.

"He has found a hobby that he enjoys and doesn't need a vacation."

Tyrell glanced at the blackened soup and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. Just by smelling it, he knew how unpleasant this thing tasted.

"What does he like?"

Elena, who had become a pharmacist, turned around and looked at Tyrell with some surprise.

"Golem."