Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Turning a prosperous world into a cemetery, you undead are all mindless things."

The first time he came into contact with the legendary undead, Tyrell could confirm that the natural disaster of the undead in the world of Kalimdor was caused by forces outside the world. However, in the Kingdom of Eternal Night, he really had no memory of the dragon inheritance. Not mentioned.

This is indeed normal. Countless forces are born and decline every moment in the billions of worlds. How can all the endless rise and fall be recorded in the bloodline inheritance?

Only those forces that have endured the destruction of the world and still remain immortal are qualified to be remembered in the inheritance of dragons. Such forces are often related to gods, so dragons basically know the knowledge related to gods.

Powers other than gods, even if they are glorious for a while, will eventually collapse, and there is no need to be engraved in the bloodline inheritance.

However, even if no information can be found in the dragon clan's inheritance, for today's Diriel, the Kingdom of Eternal Night is still an extremely terrifying force.

Because the Kingdom of Eternal Night has the ability to expand into multiple planes, if Tyrell had not obtained the World Tree Seed, he might not have been able to extend his dragon claws to other worlds.

If he wants to build an empire that radiates across multiple planes, he must at least wait until he is promoted to legend, masters group inter-dimensional teleportation spells, or until the world tree further grows, before he has the qualifications to conquer other worlds.

Now this time, it was just an opportunity formed by various coincidences. Tyrell could see the benefits of bringing the world under his control.

Although the world of Kalimdor has been eroded and polluted by the undead, using the World Tree can bring these lands back to life.

So far, Di Rui's subordinates have no short-lived species that can be used. Human beings have a short breeding time and can produce large quantities of intelligent creatures in a short time and with sufficient resources. He really needs them. .

Bringing the world of Kalimdor under his control will play a vital role in the establishment of his future dragon empire.

"Dragon clan, do you want to challenge His Majesty Friedrich's majesty?"

The thoughts transmitted by the terrifying knight were extremely stable, and he did not get angry because of Tyrell's ridicule. Compared to the lich, he was much calmer.

"Did you make a mistake? Now it's you, the dead, who are invading our realm of the living. It's you who are provoking us!"

Tyrell said unceremoniously.

The goal of the Kingdom of Eternal Night is obvious, to send a terrifying knight to conquer Kalimdor and build a cemetery world that can cultivate undead cannon fodder.

But such an approach is stupid in Tyrell's eyes. If all living creatures are cleared away, the number of bones in the world will be constant and will not increase.

As the amount of cannon fodder continues to be consumed, the output of the undead will gradually decrease as time goes by. In the end, the entire world will be completely dead, without even a skeleton, and it will be meaningless.

If he were to do it, he would transform places where living creatures find it difficult to survive and reproduce into places where negative energy gathers.

Next, formulate various rules so that intelligent races living in favorable climate conditions and rich natural resources can form customs and habits of burying corpses in these places. It only takes a hundred years to train, and there will be a steady stream of undead troops. , the water flows long and thin, it can be said that it will never dry up.

Leaving no way for living beings to survive and turning the entire world into a large cemetery is really like killing the goose that lays the eggs. Although the world has developed to the point of civilization, there are at least hundreds of millions of bones accumulated underground. In theory, there is no need for them. over.

But the undead species have no lifespan limit, so they should take a longer view. Tyrell despises the simple and crude methods of these undead species.

"Dragon clan, you choose to go to war with us!"

The terrifying knight could only interpret one meaning in Tyrell's taunt.

"Of course, I will not watch the miracle that can breed life in the void be destroyed in the hands of you rotten bones!"

"In that case, let's do it!"

The Terror Knight was very straightforward. The moment the war declaration was issued, he passed a set of coordinates to Tyrell through Lich Salman's almost collapsed soul.

boom--

The raging burst of soul flames enveloped Dirrell's entire dragon claw, and the skeletal body carrying the rotten soul of the lich was melting, but Dirrell only felt cold, without any other discomfort.

"No, you shouldn't treat me like this. I am Lord Bordeaux's apprentice..."

Salman let out a sharp hiss. Although lichs can be resurrected, resurrection does not come without paying a price. Just losing everything is enough to make most lichs despair.

"For eternal night to come!"

In response to the Lich's anger and wailing, the Terror Knight responded with extreme indifference. The dragon was enslaving the Lich by unknown means.

As a spellcaster, the Lich knows that there are too many things to know and cannot let it fall into the hands of the dragons who are hostile to them. Letting it self-destruct is the best option. There is still a phylactery anyway.

"No!"

In the roar of desperate souls, the flames suddenly burst out, setting off an impact ring that swept thousands of meters, and then completely burned out, leaving only a few crystal ashes scattered from the gaps in Diriel's dragon claws, and at the same time there were Tens of thousands of undead fell from the sky along with the soul impact just now, returning to their most primitive state.

"Pity!"

Tyrell looked at the undead tide that had collapsed around him and felt quite regretful.

He was certain that if the head lich was free, he could decide his own destiny. Then he should be able to gain a Lich slave today.

It's a pity that there is a terrifying knight on top of his head, and he has no autonomy at all.

But even so, he has gained a lot, because he has figured out many key problems. Although the result is the worst one, it is not impossible to solve.

"Don't kill the corpse witch, the necromancer, and capture them all!"

Tyrell casually glanced at the undead that were constantly collapsing under the attack of the dragons. After seeing several types of spellcasting that interested him, he issued an order, opened the portal, and returned to the Mother Tree of Life.

The group of five-colored dragons could not completely carry out his orders. Di Ruier was prepared for this, but he also planned to take this opportunity to tame these evil dragons and let them know what would happen if they did not follow his orders.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing the figure of Tyrell again, the nervous princess Petraka stepped forward and her heart relaxed slightly. The rushing tide of undead really scared her.

"It's okay, I just didn't get the little surprise I wanted."

Tyrell was still quite regretful.

"What does your surprise mean?"

"This has nothing to do with you. You should think about how to be a good queen!"

"I don't know what to do now."

The girl looked troubled. Although she was innocent and romantic when she was a child, after experiencing so many hardships, she had already understood many things. She was not a flower vase.

The power struggle of the royal family does not take into account blood and family ties. Let alone the royal family, the same is true for other ruling classes. It involves rights. Even when the race is annihilated and the kingdom is about to perish, the struggle for power still exists.

Once she follows the dragon's orders and becomes the Queen of Norondo, her father, who is still sitting on the throne, and many of her brothers and sisters who were able to maintain a close relationship with her will become enemies with her.

She didn't want to get to this point with her blood relatives. Even if she just maintained superficial intimacy, she would be satisfied, but she didn't have the capital to resist Long.

Not to mention her, the same is true for the Kingdom of Norondo. The two waves of undead that were enough to make the surviving forces of the kingdom miserable were defeated by these dragons that had just arrived. Those powerful high-level undead even became Those dragon playthings.

With such an obvious gap, what qualifications does she have to bargain with her kingdom? To survive, the only choice they can make is to obey, but this is better than becoming a member of the undead.

"I originally thought you were mature, but I didn't expect you were still too immature. However, I am a kind dragon. Since you are unwilling to take away your father's power, then you can make yourself king!"

Tyrell gave the princess another option.

"Self-reliance?"

Petraka did not understand what Tyrell meant.

"That's right, you are here, leading these soldiers who are willing to follow you, to build your own kingdom!"

"ah!"

The princess's blue eyes widened, and the choice Tyrell gave her was something she had never thought of.

"What? Do you still have questions?"

"But a country established in this way will not be recognized."

"Admit? Whose admission do you need?"

Tyrell lowered his head and got closer to the princess. There was even a slight flash of electric arc in the hot breath gushing out of his nasal cavity. The princess only felt that her whole body was numb and weak, and she could not stand steadily.

"Who dares not to recognize the rights I have granted you and established the country on this land? Who has the right not to recognize it!"

"But the land here has been eroded by the undead."

Petraka raised another concern. It was not impossible to establish a country on her own without competing for power with her own relatives.

But most of the land in the world has been polluted by the undead, and food cannot be grown. Not to mention food, even weeds cannot survive.

It's okay to stay in such a land for a short time, but if you stay for a long time, even living people will turn into low-level undead like ghouls and walking corpses.

"The land is the least of your worries. The elves' mother tree of life has revived. Soon, the land you see will be purified under the nourishment of the mother tree."

Tyrell glanced at the half-withered and half-prosperous towering tree behind him. This withered tree of life was the best disguise for the roots of the world tree.

After all, many elves have mastered the technology of cross-dimensional teleportation, and their dragon clan has no problem in locating coordinates through the Mother Tree of Life and completing legion-scale teleportation. At least the princess in front of me thinks there is no problem. Everything is very reasonable. No one thinks of it. world Tree.

"If the land here can be purified, then I am willing to lead those who are willing to follow me and establish a kingdom here."

Hearing the dragon's promise, Princess Petraka no longer hesitated. In fact, even if the undead no longer besieged them, they would not be able to sustain it for long. The land that was constantly infected by negative energy could not grow food.

Without enough food supply, no matter how brave and capable the army is, the final result is just a bunch of starving ghosts.

"Then what are you waiting for now? Don't tell me that you have paid so much for your world. Only these soldiers in front of you are willing to follow you. Send all the people who are willing to follow you here using your talents."

"How to solve the problem of food? Even if the land here is purified, the growth of food will take time."

The girl who can lead a group of people to complete cross-dimensional teleportation has now further developed her abilities, and she is still in her own world. Her talent will only become more powerful. It is no problem to bring people here, but why do they want to eat?

"Do you like fish?"

Tyrell raised his dragon claw, scratched his chin, and then asked aloud.

"ah?"

In fact, people who have been hungry for a long time can even eat grass roots and tree bark. When they are too hungry, they are willing to eat even dirt. When fish with a fishy smell is placed in front of them, they do not dislike it, but only grab it. .

"On my territory, no living creatures except elves can grow it, so the only food I can give you is fish."

Looking at the survivors who were teleported in batches by the princess, Tyrell was certainly not stingy, but it was difficult for him to provide food. All he could provide was fish and meat.

As for the source of the fish, it is of course Kuyiku Sahua fish. Who else but the Seidling Islands can provide such a consistent supply of large quantities of high-quality meat.

These survivors, who are no different from refugees, can only cry and shed tears of gratitude when faced with the meat in front of them. They have no other unnecessary emotions. If they have meat to eat, what else can they find fault with?

Under the tree of life, as the teleportation aura continued to shine, the number of survivors gradually increased. Tyrell mobilized a team of blue-scaled dragonmen to maintain order and distribute food. He hated the chaos and looting scenes.

The flying dragons in the sky and the dragon-men on the ground holding spears and shining scales made the lucky ones maintain their few sanity and queue up to receive relief fish and meat.

When the order in the Land of Arrival was on track, Tyrell began to deal with the terrifying knights who challenged him to fight.

"Liliana!"

With the help of the World Tree, Dirrell summoned his strongest fighting force, the legendary six-armed snake demon. With a dark and oppressive aura, holding six scimitars, he has a graceful body and a charming appearance. The top-level demon with a sinuous body, ferocious and ferocious appearance descended into the declining world.

"Dragon Lord!"

Under the suppression of the Ring of Control, he had no power to resist, and because of the Sword of Hope Angel, the six-armed snake demon had no intention of resisting. He lowered his head in great respect.

"There is a terrifying knight challenging me in this world. I need you to cut off his head and bring it to me. Is there any problem?"

Tyrell asked directly.

He was not prepared to go up on his own. Although the undead legends were also restrained by the Sword of Hope Angel, he had the combat power to fight against them, so why would he go up on his own? This is a legend of complete victory.

"Do you know the location of this humble undead?"

The six-armed snake demon Liliana raised her head, her charming face revealing ferocious murderous intent. She had been holding back for a long time, and the mere undead just gave her a chance to vent.