Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Even if I can't strengthen all the skeletons, and can only strengthen 1% of the number in the sea of ​​skeletons, I can still get a nearly perfect team of undead workers. If I add some wisdom, I can also let them participate in construction, paving roads, and digging Canals, construction of dykes, and extremely expensive projects can all be completed by them.”

Tyrell feels that his idea is very implementable. Even if he uses these skeletons to build wonders, no one will criticize him for wasting people and money. Skeletons are not tired, and they do not need property.

"But how do you plan to control these undead? As the dead, they are born with resentment towards the living. Once they lose control, it will be a disaster, and you also plan to strengthen the skeletons."

Petraka took a deep breath. It had to be said that as a princess, she was a little excited at this moment. She originally needed to think about how to end the natural disaster of the undead.

Now, she has to think about how to restore the kingdom to its former glory after the natural disaster. If she can really control the undead, she will undoubtedly be able to restore prosperity to the kingdom at a faster rate.

"This is the easiest problem to solve for me!"

Tyrell stretched out his dragon claw and explored a dark knight with a faint scarlet light shining under his helmet. The mysterious power originating from the Ring of Dominance surged into the body and soul of this undead knight.

Thick black mist suddenly gushes out from the gaps in the knight's armor, and the red light under the helmet shines brighter than ever before, but its resistance is weak to Tyrell.

He was suppressed in just a moment, but Tyrell did not bring the dark knight under his control as before because he encountered a second layer of obstacles.

"who?"

With the blessing of the secret power of the Ring of Dominance, Tyrell saw a huge skeleton wrapped in a rich and dark elemental light and wearing a cloak. The dazzling light of magic items on its body immediately made Tyrell's blood begin to stir. .

Lich!

A more accurate description is that it is an extremely rich evil lich. Its actual strength is hard to judge, but its wealth, even just a glimpse of it, makes Tyrell's righteous blood boil.

Sanctions!

Must be severely punished!

"You are so brave, you actually want to steal my Salman's slave!"

"Your slave? He's mine now!"

The mark left by the Lich in the Dark Knight's soul fire was crushed mercilessly by Tyrell.

It is not an accident that such an obstacle occurs. Once the undead form a force, their interior must be orderly and hierarchical. Weak undead are often servants of more powerful undead. The relationship between them progresses layer by layer, forming a pyramid that is almost impossible to shake from the inside.

"Start quickly."

The angry roar of the Lich came to an abrupt end as Tyrell completed control of the Undead Knight. The mark had been crushed, but Tyrell didn't care, because he extended his dragon claws towards the second one who was caught by the dragons. The Dark Knight in front of him.

"who are you?"

It is still the familiar power, and he realizes that he is losing it at an irreversible speed. He is particularly angry at the second undead knight, the lich in a distant area.

"Your future master!"

Tyrell responded in a friendly tone.

"?"

Lich Salman was stunned for a moment, but in the next moment, he reacted and became even more violent. It was better for his slave to be killed than to be taken away.

"You are so brave, I will extract your soul, make a soul lamp, burn it for thousands of years, and let you taste torture more painful than falling into hell..."

Click~

There was a crisp shattering sound, and Tyrell crushed the Lich Mark of the second Dark Knight with overwhelming force. The angry roar of the undead suddenly stopped, but as he grabbed the third Dark Knight, the furious voice continued again. Rings again.

But before he could speak, Tyrell asked the lich very enthusiastically,

"My future slave, where are you? Tell me your location. The master you will follow until your soul is extinguished is about to arrive."

"Where are you? Daring thief!"

The lich, who had never been subjected to such humiliation, was extremely angry. Although the undead's emotions were indifferent, they were not completely emotionless.

What's more, he considers himself a noble lich, but shameless thieves keep taking away his Dark Knight and threaten to be his master. How can he bear this?

"Under the tree of life of the elves, you want to come to me? As your supreme and noble master, I can wait here for your visit."

"Tree of Life? Okay, I'll come find you right now."

"I wait for you, loyal servant!"

Tyrell's tone was extremely calm, even calmer than that of the Lich.

Click~

Tyrell erased the mark of the third undead knight and brought it under his control.

As Diril kept repeating his actions, Petraka, who was a little confused at first, also saw the clues. All the undead that were pressed by the dragon were released from their restraints and stood up again without any sign of resistance. .

"You enslaved these Dark Knights?"

Petraka asked cautiously.

Even as a princess, once she appears on the battlefield, she is often under heavy protection from the army, but when she sees the figure of the Dark Knight, she still can't help but feel palpitations.

A group of dark knights lined up side by side, and charging was a nightmare for all soldiers. It was simply an unstoppable torrent of darkness.

But now, the soldiers' nightmare was not only captured, but also easily enslaved by the dragon in a seemingly effortless way.

"Yes, from now on, they are my loyal servants."

Tyrell waved his dragon claw lightly and looked at these taciturn dark knights with great satisfaction.

Although he also has a team of champion knights of the abyss, any one of them can crush these dark knights like mowing grass, but these knights selected from the original centaur tribe, after being given dragon blood, Although their combat power is strong, it is difficult to satisfy Long in other aspects.

Now, we finally have a template, what should a knight look like? To what extent should these dark knights be worthy of learning from his champion knights, of course, only in terms of behavior.

"With them, I can control more undead."

Tyrell is very satisfied with the pyramid structure of the undead, which means that as long as he can become the top of the tower, he can control a large number of undead legions and many cannon fodder from top to bottom.

He can do many things with this, whether it is for production or for consumption in early wars.

"They are undead after all. You can enslave them now. If stronger undead come, can you take them away from your hands and make them rebel on the battlefield!"

Petraka expressed her worries, and Tyrell laughed loudly when he heard this and looked at the worried princess.

"The possibility you mentioned does exist, but it will never happen on the land beneath your feet."

The Ring of Control is indeed not invincible. After all, he has fallen into the hands of the Demon God. It is easy to imagine what the fate of the previous Lord of Control before Diril was, but even so, it is not a mess. Everything can be broken.

"Why?"

"There are no undead spirits in your world that can make me retreat."

When he said these words, Tyrell was extremely confident, because the seemingly astonishing sea of ​​skeletons actually did not even have a soul, but was directed by a group of gold-level undead.

Now that he has arrived in person, he can conclude that there are only a few souls here at most, and they are souls that will not take action easily.

Because the consumption caused by each shot requires at least a hundred times the time to slowly recover. As for the legend, the recovery time is even slower. Just like some giants, it may take less than half a quarter of an hour to stop playing at full strength.

"Okay, you don't have to worry about these undead. As for the undead under my control, they will never harm any living creatures. As for these cholera undead, I will help you eliminate them one by one. When everything is over, you will Be my reward.”

"As you wish."

Petraka lowered her head, knowing that she had no right to choose. Although betraying herself was degrading to her dignity, it was nothing compared to saving the kingdom and the world.

"By the way, are you interested in becoming a queen?"

Tyrell lowered his head and set his sights on the princess who had inadvertently turned into another person. Conquering the world of Kalimdor was a foregone conclusion, but he needed a manager.

"Queen?"

Petraka was stunned for a moment. The topic of Long was so fast that it was difficult for her to keep up.

"Aren't you a princess of some kingdom? You should also have the legal right to inherit the throne!"

"The Kingdom of Norondo."

Petraka replied, and then she shook her head,

"I have many brothers and sisters, and they are all above me in the line of succession."

"Oh, from now on, you are the first heir of your kingdom."

Tyrell said indifferently.

"Don't you care about the kingdom's wealth?"

Such domineering language and casual attitude made Petraka's heart tremble slightly. She understood what this dragon wanted and what it wanted to do.

"When did I say I don't care about wealth? It's just that my definition of wealth is different from your short-lived species."

Tyrell couldn't help but laugh when he saw this somewhat innocent princess.

"A short-lived species like you with outstanding talents is a precious treasure to me. But having intelligent creatures and the land that can raise more intelligent creatures are also treasures that cannot be discarded in my eyes."

"..."

Petraka looked at Tiril blankly. She understood at this moment that it was not that this dragon did not care about the gold and silver jewelry, but that he was not satisfied with it at all. What he wanted was the producer of wealth and the land. He wants to occupy everything.

"It seems that you have understood. Then I hope that you can fulfill the agreement you made with me. After saving the world, you will become my property, and you will obey all my orders and arrangements."

Tyrell makes no secret of his ambitions. The World Tree has taken root. Of course, he cannot let the local intelligent races reproduce on their own. He must bring everything on this land under his control.

"I see."

Petraka finally understood what kind of foreign aid she had found in another world. Although this result was much better than being destroyed by the undead, it didn't seem to be much better, because they would be ruled by dragons.

Hiss~

A shrill, hoarse roar that sounded like a leaking wind came from the junction of the dark sky and the earth in the distance. A thick cloud emerged, and then the cloud occupied the distant sky with a sweeping force.

"Well, he really came running over!"

Looking at the tide of death visible to the naked eye, Tyrell's eyes showed a look of surprise.

"what is that?"

At this moment, the princess also temporarily put aside the sadness that she and her country would become vassals of the dragons, and looked in shock at the rapidly expanding tide of undead in the distant sky and earth.

"Servants who are ready to come to see me!"

Tyrell replied with a smile.

"servant?!"

Before Petraka could regain her senses, she saw Tyrell spreading his dragon wings and flying into the sky. Intangible and qualitative wind followed. In the mighty wind, there were thunders shining in the sky from time to time.

The dazzling golden scales reflected the dazzling light between the dark sky and the earth, which was as bright as the sun. The decaying atmosphere under the undead natural disaster was completely driven away under the shining of the rising sun.

It was unparalleled splendor and holiness. Looking up at the sight of Diriel ascending to the sky, the princess who was originally a little depressed couldn't help but have the idea that it might be better to be ruled by such a dragon.

As soon as such an idea came out, Petraka herself was startled, but soon this idea was consolidated, because the torrent of undead spreading in the distance like water bursting from a dike actually stopped for a moment, and then spread. The speed of diffusion is much slower.

The undead are afraid!

Or to be more precise, the undead commander with extremely high intelligence is afraid.

"dragon!"

The Lich, hidden among a group of skeletal giant rocs, looked at the half-withered and half-prosperous Tree of Life in the distance, and the soul fire in his eyes danced crazily.

The time and space channel above the tree of life is so conspicuous. With the channel as the core, it spreads to all sides, and the dragons who are killing the undead crazily attract all its attention.

panic, fear, apprehension, surprise, excitement

After seeing the situation in the abnormal area, Lich Salman had many emotions rushing into his heart at the moment. When he saw the group of dragons, his first reaction was to run away. After all, they were dragons.

But when it calmed down and saw clearly the size and appearance of those dragons, it was ecstatic, it turned out to be dragons!

There are so many young dragons!

Dragons occupy the highest position in the ecological niche of many worlds, even among the undead. Ghost dragons and bone dragons are the undisputed top undead in the undead army. Ordinary undead are in front of them. There is no right to resist at all.

Not only that, among the undead species, the most outstanding spell casters, lichs, are almost in a state of crazy obsession and pursuit of dragons.

Because even lichs are divided into three, six or nine levels. Among all lichs, there is no doubt that the dragon lich is the most noble.

Dracolichs transformed from giant dragons are innately superior to all lichs. Not only do they think so, but other lichs also recognize it, because dragons that transform into lichs are basically They are all old dragons whose lives are coming to an end.