Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

Chapter 143 Natural disaster of the undead + sea of ​​skeletons = Zero Zero Seven?

"You look a lot older."

Looking at the female mage in front of him who was wearing a skirt and armor and holding a gun and staff, Diriel's eyes were incomprehensible as he was entrenched under the half-withered and half-prosperous ancient tree of life.

Dragons do not simply identify other creatures by their appearance. Tyrell has long memorized the soul aura of the little princess who is extremely talented in space.

Therefore, he will never admit the wrong person, but the female mage in front of him has lost all her childishness, and her eyes and eyes have become resolute, and the little princess in his impression looks a bit delicate and likes to cry. Two completely different people.

The experience of hardship can make a person transform in the shortest possible time, just like an insect turning into a butterfly, but the little princess in front of her has changed more than just her inner temperament.

Her height and figure also changed drastically. The barren hills turned into towering peaks. Her body had undergone such a huge change, unless she had taken some catalytic agent.

But if she was the only one, the few boys and girls he sent to fill the vacancies in the little princess's team, the few who are still alive, are now close to adults in figure and appearance, with vicissitudes in their eyes and faces. It is full of stories.

But from Di Ruier's own perspective, it only took a little more than half a year from the time these people left to the time he arrived.

But the traces of time on their bodies didn't look like they were less than a year old. After a little questioning and the memory inheritance of the ancestral dragons, Di Ruier understood what was going on.

The flow of time is inconsistent!

Material interfaces with different levels have different flow rates of time. This is considered common sense in plane travel. In the most exaggerated cases, it may even occur, as Tyrell knows, one day in the sky and one year underground.

However, the time flow between the world of Kalimdor and the world he was in did not reach such an exaggerated level. According to Tyrell's inquiries and observations, the time flow rate should be between four to one to five to one.

The specific time ratio requires more detailed observation, but this is not the most important at the moment. Tyrell does not care much about the time ratio gap between the two worlds.

Because it is quite useless, some ignorant creatures may think that it is very good for creatures with a long growth period like dragons to come to this low-level material world where time flows slowly to survive, and then return to the original world after adulthood. Utilization method.

But in fact, if a dragon egg is thrown into this kind of world, the dragon egg will not hatch out, but will directly turn into a dead egg. When the young dragon comes here, let alone eat dirt and grow up, it will just eat metal and eat meat every day. Still stunted, the environment here is not suitable for dragons to grow.

Of course, low time flow rate is not without value, but it is basically impossible to use time flow rate to shorten the growth rate, because dragons also need a suitable environment to grow, and a world with low time flow rate cannot provide the corresponding environment.

But using the speed of time to acquire knowledge and delve into certain technical methods is a very good choice, but there are also things that need to be paid attention to.

Of course, thinking about how to use the speed of time can be studied slowly in the future. The top priority now is to suppress the undead natural disaster and bring the world back from the brink of destruction.

"Thank you for your assistance!"

The childishness of a girl has faded away, and a slightly hoarse magnetic voice sounded. Even though Petraka was excited and excited by the flying dragons circling in the sky, she still seemed very stable and did not lose the slightest bit of composure.

"If you want to thank me, just thank yourself. This is the help you exchanged for yourself."

Di Ruier said with a smile, the space-time vortex above his head was already in a congested state at this moment, and the dragons were scrambling to pass through the space-time channel and penetrate into this world with thin elements.

Although the environment here makes dragons feel very uncomfortable, it does not affect their short-term activities. The most important thing is that here, they can release their long-repressed desire for destruction and destruction.

Not far away, five-color dragons, older and younger, were wreaking havoc over the endless Skeleton Sea, each time turning thousands of low-level undead who were ignorant and without self-awareness into ashes.

From time to time, dragons fly over and put down the high-level undead they have caught. When facing humans, these intelligent high-level undead creatures can rely on the nearly endless sea of ​​skeletons to consume their vitality. In the high-end battles on the human side, When the power appears, he can also suppress it with his own strength.

However, facing the dragon group coming across the border, there was no resistance at all. Di Ruier did not see any high-level undead that could pose a threat to the dragon group. Even if it was a little bit more intrusive, more dragons would get closer. It will be suppressed in the blink of an eye, and no waves will be able to stir up.

Pat~

The plump undead was grabbed by a strange-looking red dragon with its strong hind legs and placed in front of Tyrell. Then, the red dragon with green thorns on its scales lowered its eyebrows and bowed its head. He looked at Tyrell with a humble and flattering attitude. There were several dragons nearby who saw the red dragon's attitude, but they didn't show anything strange.

All dragons know who they should please, and what will happen to dragons who act rebellious. Just look at the unruly blue dragon brothers. They were beaten for five years, but in the end they still bowed their heads and surrendered.

It is only reasonable for the weak to surrender to the strong. If you still want to show your differences, it is good to get a beating, but if you don't do it well, you will lose your life, which is not worth it.

"There is no need to capture this type of undead. They will be destroyed on the spot. Their minds are not clear and they cannot ask anything."

Di Rui suddenly showed disgust after taking a look at the hatred in front of him. This was a human shield-type undead made of rotten flesh and blood, and also had a plague aura.

Although it has intelligence, its intelligence only allows it to understand commands. Tyrell has no interest in this kind of undead.

"yes."

It looked like the red and green young dragon knew that it had caught the wrong undead. Its chest swelled slightly, the scales on its neck expanded in a circle, and then a stream of red flames spurted out.

Roar~

A roar of pain sounded, and amidst the sound of flesh and blood being burned, Abomination struggled wildly, but it still could not avoid being turned to ashes, including its decayed and fragile soul, which was also turned to ashes in the dragon's breath.

"May I have your name?"

Tyrell glanced at the red dragon, and the cyan dragon flames made him notice the difference. The red dragon's breath was not like this, and the red dragons he enslaved were not just one or two.

All the red dragons on Dragon Island are now under his control. Except for Lauralis, the female red dragon who is extremely sensible and has thoughts about him, the other slightly larger red dragons are all controlled by him. The ring forcibly enslaved.

The arrogant and violent character of the red dragons was fully revealed after they gradually gained power. They would never succumb to their own kind. This is also the reason why the red dragons did not become the third force on Dragon Island. They almost always acted alone. fight.

However, those who can be enslaved by Diriel are at least young dragons. As for the younger dragons, they are raised by him. Of course, they only have to eat and drink. If you dare to disturb his territory, you will know what it means to be a bronze dragon. angry.

Therefore, when the time and space channel was opened, and knowing that the opposite side could destroy unscrupulously and vent the violence contained in its blood, the red dragon immediately got through it eagerly.

"Nix Akshien."

Knowing that his opportunity had come, the extremely strange-looking red dragon quickly reported his real name, then crawled on the ground with all four limbs, his head hanging down,

"I am willing to serve your Majesty!"

"I haven't proclaimed myself a king, let alone an emperor. I'm just a lord now!"

Tyrell couldn't help but laugh.

"With the number of dragons you rule, you could have been king long ago. You are the dragon king I am willing to follow."

Nix remembered the words of the dragon lord, which could be understood to mean that the lord would become the king sooner or later, and even wanted to be the emperor of the dragon clan. Combined with the rumors he heard, the ambition of the dragon lord was obvious.

"You don't understand the meaning of Dragon King. I may be called King in the future, but I cannot be called Dragon King."

Only the first ancestor can be called the Dragon King, which is a powerful force that can rival the gods. Without such power, how could he have the dignity to call himself Dragon King?

"Okay, go and give me the order. Leave some low-level skeletons behind. Don't destroy them all. There are also high-level undead. If they emit a rotten stench, they will bring plagues to the living corpses. Destroy them on the spot, leaving no one behind."

"yes."

The red dragon who received the errand from Dirrell excitedly flapped his wings and left. Although it was just a small matter, he might be able to get rid of the control of the Emerald Dragon Mother. The Dragon Mother would never dare to resist, but he could It would be really freeing to take this opportunity to directly join the Dragon Lord.

"Why did you capture the undead and leave the skeleton behind?"

Seeing the high-level undead captured by the dragons, Petraka showed uneasiness, especially when she heard that the dragon lord actually ordered the dragons to leave skeletons behind, which further intensified her uneasiness.

"It would be a pity to exterminate all the undead. They may still be useful."

Dirrell looked at the sea of ​​skeletons, and his dragon eyes narrowed slightly. In the dragon inheritance, there are very few descriptions of the undead. These moving corpses or dead bones are not considered by dragons at all. After all, when they were alive, The dragon didn't even bother to take another look, let alone after death.

The only category with slightly more records is the undead dragons, ghost dragons and bone dragons. When discovering this type of undead dragon, no matter which dragon clan it is, what needs to be done is to completely destroy it, crush its bones and spread its ashes.

However, Dirrell has not found any trace of the undead dragon yet, so there is no need to pay too much attention. The reason why he left some undead behind is because he thought of the basic characteristics of the undead.

Sleepless, tireless, emotionless

The undead have no life span. In theory, even skeletons can exist forever as long as they are properly maintained.

What's this?

Is there any more perfect production tool than this to apply undead to production?

Perhaps objects contaminated by the undead for a long time will have negative energy left behind, but this can be purified using other methods. Compared with the undead's sleepless, trouble-free, and unpaid work, it can be completely ignored.

"What are they for?"

Petraka became even more nervous. She couldn't imagine what terrible consequences would happen if the dragon lord in front of her wanted to take the undead under his command.

"Mining, construction... jobs that are highly repetitive, low-tech, and have high casualty rates can be left to these skeletons."

Dirrell gave a simple example. Not to mention its application in other more complex fields, just arranging the undead to mine without sleep is an excellent choice.

A dark, damp mine that could collapse at any time is nothing to the undead who don't need to breathe, eat, or see.

"Mining?"

Petraka, who had spent almost half of her life fighting the undead, opened her mouth slightly. This princess, who had experienced many hardships and had become increasingly mature, could not help but open her mouth slightly at this moment.

She never thought about using the undead in production. She just wanted to crush all these undead souls who were born with hatred towards the living into dust, leaving no one behind.

"Do you expect those skeletons to do these things?"

The princess couldn't help but question that mining did not require high knowledge, as long as a little strength was enough, but these low-level skeletons could not be qualified for this kind of work, they were too fragile.

"What? You think they can't do it?"

“If you could force the Dark Knights into mining, they certainly could, but it’s wasteful and they’re few and far between.

As for the skeletons, even ordinary people can knock a group to death with wooden sticks. Their only advantage is their numbers. Other than that, they are of no use. They may not even be able to swing a mining pick to knock the ore from the rock formations. "

The princess continued to raise objections. She wanted the dragon lord to give up the idea of ​​enslaving the undead, but she really couldn't accept it.

"It's so weak that it can't even pick up a pickaxe or knock out ore. It's really a problem."

Tyrell looked at the group of skeletons closest to him, stretched out his dragon claws and gently grabbed them. The spell modified by the hand of the mage held the hundreds of skeletons, but this was not a spell for offensive purposes. Still, nearly half of the skeletons were crushed, and the soul fire in their skulls was extinguished and scattered like fireflies.

"Really fragile."

The giant dragon lowered his head and observed that there were only fifty or sixty skeletons left. He just exhaled a breath. There was neither thunder nor storm, but these skeletons that had worked hard to get up from the ground were still scattered. land.

Skeletons of this level cannot even be defeated by a dog, let alone replace workers in the mines to dig stones. They are basically dead bones that have been resurrected from the ground under the influence of the undead, so they are extremely fragile. ,

"But skeletons are not incapable of becoming stronger. I remember that in the necromancy system, there is a spell called Strengthened Skeletons, which can make skeletons evolve to rival your elite human soldiers."