Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"What is the function of this pot of medicine you brewed?"

Tyrell looked at Elena, who had already begun to fill the soup, and asked curiously.

He did not ask the eldest sister to study pharmacy. She took the initiative to study and learn it, and the driving force was the centaurs that Tyrell gave her to take care of.

As short-lived centaurs, most individuals are extremely fragile. Centaurs who can enter the abyss arena to fight with demons are only one in ten thousand, and those who can become champion knights are only one in ten.

As ordinary creatures, centaurs are naturally troubled by diseases and injuries. Before Elena took over, centaurs all followed the laws of nature, survival of the fittest, and if they couldn't resist, they would return to nature.

However, when Elena took over, as a good dragon, she naturally could not sit back and ignore this situation. At first, she learned healing spells, but she was only a dragon, and there were tens of thousands of centaurs.

Even if she was exhausted, she could not take care of such a large number of people and horses, so, driven by actual needs, she began to study pharmacy to keep as many people and horses alive as possible.

Because there was demand for the potions made by Elena at the beginning, her pharmaceutical level improved by leaps and bounds, and every mistake she made might result in the death of enough people to form a tribe.

So far, it is difficult to say which one is more, the number of people who died under Elena's hands or the number of people who were saved by her.

However, the centaurs who survived due to Elena's rescue thanked her from the bottom of their hearts. Through word of mouth among the centaurs, Elena also received her title:

Xianlong!

This is a title that the centaur has built up with its life, and this too heavy title makes Elena spend most of her time studying potions, so that as a bronze dragon, she is tainted with a wave of arrogance. The lingering herbal scent even penetrated into her scales.

"This is an anthelmintic!"

"Parasite?"

Tyrell stretched out his paw and touched his chin. As a dragon, there is no need to worry too much, but for mortals, there are too many things in the primitive and wild land that can take away their lives, including ferocious beasts. As small as eggs in soil and water.

"This is really something that needs to be addressed."

"Okay, Tyrell, go about your business and don't disturb me here."

"All right!"

Seeing Xianlong start to drive him away, Di Ruier didn't care and turned around to leave.

He knew that Elena didn't want him to see what happened next, test the medicine.

Before each potion can be promoted on a large scale, a centaur must sacrifice his life to experiment with the potion's effects.

There is no coercion, everything is voluntary.

Even if the centaur fell because of this, he was still full of gratitude, because there was no other dragon in this land who was willing to learn knowledge and make potions for them.

Today, Elena's chosen direction has actually deviated from Tyrell's original plan, which originally planned for her to accumulate management experience through centaurs and become a manager similar to an administrative governor.

However, because of her own character and the innate kindness of the bronze dragons, she became the wise dragon praised by the centaurs. She managed all the centaurs in a way that Tyrell had not expected.

Perhaps it won't take a hundred years for the centaurs, whose number is still increasing, to become the eldest sister's loyal loyalists. Even his champion knights will be willing to die for her.

However, Dirrell didn't take it seriously and was happy to see the success. His empire could fully accommodate it, or in other words, it would be best to have a great sage.

Leaving the eldest sister's herbal-scented palace, Tyrell went deep underground and entered a demiplane that almost no one knew except him.

The vast demiplane is no longer as barren as it was originally. Hills have been formed that follow the terrain, with meandering streams running through them, and large lakes forming on the plains.

Underground, several mineral veins including gold, silver, copper, iron, and tin have been formed, but they are too barren and have little mining value. They still need to wait for time to develop.

None of these are worth paying attention to. Standing in the middle of the demiplane, the sapling of the World Tree, which can be said to be the origin of all things in the demiplane, is worthy of attention.

However, Dirrell only glanced at it and didn't look at it again. In just five years, this sapling has basically changed little.

Although it is indeed growing, the growth is so weak that only the King of Divine Trees, Tyrell, can detect it. Also, the area of ​​the demiplane has expanded slightly, from the original radius of a hundred miles to One hundred and ten, this expansion is extremely rapid.

Dirrell opened his dragon wings and flew under the World Tree. At a glance, he could see a tree hole with tangled roots. There were still several skeletons in the tree hole.

Those are the corpses of demons. These are demons summoned from the abyss arena. Their final fate is that they will go through battle after battle until they are killed.

In order to prevent the devil's corpse from contaminating the soil, it will eventually be sent to the demiplane of the World Tree and become nourishment for the growth of the World Tree and the expansion of the demiplane.

However, some demon corpses will be intercepted by Tyrell. Although the demon's corpse is indeed seriously contaminated, and if you are not careful, it may even be infected and become a demonized creature, this is not a problem for Tyrell.

He is very interested in the almost unlimited evolution of demon blood. Furthermore, after the pollution is removed from the demon's corpse, it is very good active flesh and blood, which can be used to refine it in vivo.

For the vast majority of alchemists, it is almost impossible to remove the pollution from demon blood, because this will also wipe out the activity of flesh and blood contained in it. However, this is not a big problem for Tyrell. , the World Tree can help him remove the pollution and leave the active flesh and blood he wants.

For Tyrell, this is the most perfect living body refining laboratory.

Demons are perfect experimental subjects and providers of raw materials for experiments. Through endless demons, Tyrell has accumulated considerable experience in refining living bodies.

However, the living body refining experience gained from demons is not very universal. After all, the demon race is too special, but demons are not Tyrell's only choice.

"Hey, how do you feel?"

Tyrell landed under the World Tree and asked a black dragon that was entangled by the roots of the World Tree and firmly suppressed at the bottom.

"..."

There was no response. With half of the dragon's body exposed, the seemingly complete black dragon was like a sculpture. His eyes were empty and dull. Of course, the most important reason why the black dragon could not speak was that his mouth was forced to open wide and was blocked by a thick The tree roots penetrate into the body.

"Tsk, I'm so uninspired!"

Tyrell's face was full of disgust, and then he cut off a large piece of flesh and blood from its body with ease. As soon as the flesh and blood separated, even as the dragon's blood flowed out, countless flesh buds began to tangle and grow.

The black dragon suppressed under the World Tree was supported by an incredible vitality. The flesh and blood that had just been cut off returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.

This is the best source of active flesh and blood in Tyrell's hands. The purified demonic active flesh and blood is only a second-class material, usually used for practicing and accumulating experience.

"Let me see how my experimental subjects are being cultivated?"

Ignoring the spiritless black dragon, Tyrell looked at the alchemy experimental site arranged under the World Tree, and many experimental subjects came into view.

The one closest to Tyrell was a Balrog that was firmly imprisoned by the alchemical matrix. However, unlike the normal Balrog that was ferocious and full of desire for attack and destruction, this Balrog lowered its head and was exceptionally quiet.

Di Rui walked up and came to the Balrog. Ignoring the flames wrapped around it, he stretched out his dragon claws and gently opened the flesh and blood on the Balrog's neck. The crystal clear red spine appeared in Di Rui. In front of you, there are natural bone inscriptions similar to alchemical inscriptions.

This was the second solution he found in order to free his forces from dependence on elven alchemy weapons.

Using living bodies to make weapons "grow" out, this was the inspiration he got from the strengthened and multiplied weapons of the Sirnos civilization.

Weapons do not have to be obtained through forging, they can also be "grown" on their own.

"It's still a little worse!"

Dirrell looked at it for a while and determined that it would take some time for the Balrog Spine Sword to grow, and it was not yet time to harvest it.

However, when the Balrog sword takes shape and is pulled out, the cultivated Balrog will lose everything, and the power and life in its body will be absorbed by this sword.

Of course, this is the best situation that Dirrell imagined. Once something goes wrong, there will be some completely unexpected situations. At that time, Dirrell can only find the reason for the failure and then design the experiment again.

Arm bone knife, mad battle armor, leg bone bow

Tyrell inspected one after another biological weapons designed at the expense of demons. Some of them had growth defects and were abolished by Tyrell. After finding out the reasons for their failure, they were buried directly in the soil, modified again, and started. Nurture once.

After all the biological weapon experiments were completed, Dirrell came to the center of the testing site. There was no demon experimental body here, but an egg.

To be more precise, the surface is covered with black scales, with a total of six crystals inlaid on both ends and four sides, and the shape is similar to a living egg.

The completed form of the Black Dragon Forced Breeding Arms delivered to him by the Silos Civilization in the second batch.

There were a hundred pieces in total, but Tyrell did not use even one of them, but used them for research. He had already tasted the taste of alchemical weapons being controlled by the elves, and he did not want to be controlled by the Silros civilization again.

Reverse research and develop his own enhanced proliferation weapons that can master all manufacturing technologies. This is his goal, and the surrounding experiments using demons as culture medium to develop biological weapons are all derivatives of this purpose.

"I need an assistant!"

Looking at the egg-shaped object wrapped in jet-black dragon scales in front of him, Tyrell clearly realized this. During the research process, all the ideas he came up with needed to be verified by experiments. Initially, he could complete it alone, but Now with more and more experimental projects, he needs assistants.

An assistant with rich knowledge who can quietly stay in the demiplane to conduct research must also have the strength to be exposed to the devil's aura for a long time without being infected, and to be able to calmly suppress the riots of the experimental subjects.

There are not many that can meet these requirements. Just the requirement of being able to conduct alchemy living experiment research is unknown.

"devil?"

There is no need to think about the elves. Apart from that, there are only the devils on Hell Island. However, conspiracy, deception and betrayal are the nature engraved in the blood of devils. The living body refining experiment is already tiring enough. Tyrell doesn't want to No more messing around with these devils.

The most important thing is that there is a devil on Hell Island that Dirrell has never been able to find. Although Dirrell has never seen it, he can be sure that the devil exists. That island definitely gave birth to a devil. Refining the demon, but disappeared.

Based on this, even if he trusts demons, Tyrell will not let any demons enter the demiplane to assist him in experimental research.

"It's difficult!"

Tyrell let out a long sigh and reverse-engineered the research on the forced colonization weapons of the Silos civilization. The progress he has made so far is very limited. It is a long way to go to develop his forced colonization weapons. Fortunately, the research process has always been smooth. There is output.

"How about making some assistants yourself!"

This possibility came to Dirrell's mind, but he looked at his best living work so far - the demonic gargoyle, and couldn't help but sigh again.

Compared with gargoyles in the conventional sense, the gargoyles he created through living body training techniques are more ferocious and violent, and are very suitable for being thrown into the battlefield and becoming cannon fodder for the vanguard.

These guys have no brains at all. Except for the control that the producer can add through practice, they have almost no way to communicate, let alone think.

With his current living body training level, it cannot be said that there is no hope at all if he wants to train a qualified experimental assistant. It can only be said that the success rate is close to zero.

Unless he can obtain the remains of a powerful intelligent creature with extremely high activity and considerable activity, because this kind of remains, even without any effort, can regenerate will and give birth to wisdom on its own.

"The remains of powerful intelligent creatures..."

At this moment, a bright red figure appeared in Di Ruier's mind, and he thought of the deal that guy accidentally proposed. The price was so low that it could be called a free gift, and there was the possibility of getting a lot of it.

However, once he generates demand, that guy will definitely raise the price.

"It's hard to do!"

Tyrell had a headache. He said that he didn't like to have too much contact with that guy, but even if he put it aside and sought transactions from other beings or forces in the void, what could it be that could buy and sell the remains of intelligent creatures? It’s a good thing, it’s better to find a familiar trading partner.

Sasha~

The green, dense and prosperous world tree crown sways gently, and the aerial roots hanging down from the horizontally growing branches also sway gently, and the entire half plane is shaking.

The vibration was very slight, but it also awakened Tyrell from his meditation. He raised his head and stared at the air roots of the World Tree that pierced into the void and absorbed the energy of the turbulent flow of the void.

It is these aerial roots that supplement part of the nutrients needed for the growth of the World Tree, and at the same time allow the expansion of the demiplane to maintain a stable speed.

But just now, Tyrell noticed that these air roots piercing into the void seemed to capture something from the void.

It is a pity that the capture failed and the object traveling through the void was not captured.