Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

Roar!

Roars rang out, and the hungry people who originally looked like they had been hungry for a long time underwent strange changes in appearance. Their bodies became shriveled, their skin turned gray, and their eyes emitted a bloodthirsty red light.

The hungry people who were originally three to four percent human-like were now only one percent human-like.

Low-level undead, ghouls.

Monsters transformed from creatures that died of hunger will never feel full and are always full of appetite for living flesh and blood creatures.

"It seems we need to take more care of it."

Seeing these monsters who could no longer disguise themselves, Tyrell relaxed a little about the dragon's power, and the soul fire of these low-level undead was immediately extinguished. If he didn't suppress it deliberately, the low-level undead wouldn't even be qualified to approach him.

"how so?"

The princess couldn't accept this result. Among the civilians she brought here, there were ghouls. That meant that there were more ghouls or other undead in the slums and residential areas in the city. in it.

The defense line she thought was still being defended was actually riddled with holes by the undead. Perhaps not only among the lower classes of civilians, but even among the aristocracy, some people had surrendered to the undead and actively transformed into undead.

This may explain why she always encounters obstacles when she runs to save the world. She has obviously found hope, but she still can only get extremely limited support.

"How many survivors are there in the Kingdom of Norondo?"

Tyrell originally didn't want to worry about the survivors of the world of Kalimdor. What he needed to do most now was to cut off the Kingdom of Eternal Night's invasion path here, and then clean up the undead.

But now, judging from the civilians who were transferred here by the princess, there is a big problem with the remaining forces in the Kingdom of Norondo.

Low-level undead are rampant and rampant in the dark corners of the city. Perhaps it is because the undead natural disaster has changed the world's environment, making it easy for the undead to breed.

But there is still the possibility of connivance from the upper class. There are many similar things. When the short-lived nobles are unable to extend their lifespan, they will inevitably be attracted by the so-called eternal life of the undead and eventually fall.

However, after being transformed into undead, most of these people will regret it, and then lose all their sanity under the erosion of negative energy, and eventually collapse.

"Our Kingdom of Norondo still holds seven cities, and the number of survivors is roughly estimated to be between 500,000 and 800,000."

Petraka came back from the shock. After hearing Diril's question, she gave the answer. However, this answer shocked the dragon.

"The situation has reached this point. Your kingdom has not even investigated how many people are still alive? How can there be such a big error?"

Dirrell really couldn't understand it. Just like his men, although most of them were monsters, he had to conduct a census every once in a while.

He knew exactly how many dragons he had and what age they were. Of course, the number of dragons he had now was less than a hundred, so it would be okay if he could investigate them clearly.

But the number of flying dragons, ocean giants, and centaurs are also within his control. Even the monster groups indirectly controlled by his five-color dragon tribe are well understood by him.

Today, the number of flying dragons in the Sedelling Islands has approached 10,000, of which more than half are underage cubs.

This is mainly due to the centralized hatching and raising of dragon eggs, which has more than doubled the hatching rate and survival rate of flying dragon eggs than before, and there is still room for this value to continue to increase.

As for the ocean giants, it can only be said to be a pity. Because of Tyrell's conquest, the number of ocean giants is now only about 800. As for the birth rate, it is even more worrying. Tyrell is very distressed by this.

In contrast, centaurs do not need to worry about Tyrell. As long as they are given enough breeding habitat, centaurs can have a baby boom every year. Now the total number of centaurs is approaching one hundred thousand.

Moreover, the eldest sister Elena, who is becoming more and more skilled in preparing potions, has a survival rate of centaur cubs that is increasing year by year. Perhaps in ten to twenty years, Tyrell will be able to use these centaurs as the basis to form an army. The sea is useless with a cavalry of ten thousand people.

Of course, what Diril is most concerned about are the two dragon tribes cultivated by blue dragons and green dragons. The number of green scale dragon tribes is about five hundred, among which there are forty-seven dragon tribes that have given birth to dragon wings. The number of blue-scaled dragons is slightly higher, close to seven hundred, and the number of dragon-winged dragons is only fifty-nine.

The birth rate of the dragon clan is not much better than that of the ocean giants. Although their desire to reproduce is very strong, the consequences of excessive dragon transformation are like this. Even the dragons who evolved from the kobolds also have to bear.

In addition, there are many high-level monsters that are enslaved and driven by five-color dragons, such as manticores, silver-feathered griffins, giant rocs, etc. Their number, as well as the number of cubs they give birth to every year, Dirrell also Know that everything is under his control.

Although he encountered many difficulties when conducting the census, no one could stop him when he insisted on finding out the number of dependents.

Therefore, Petraka's answer shocked Tyrell. He could understand that the ruler could not accurately estimate the number of people under his rule to the nearest ten digits.

But the total number of people is less than one million, but there is an error of 300,000, which is too outrageous. What does this ruling class eat? What kind of waste is this?

It was difficult for him to understand.

"This is because there were so many people fleeing into the city that officials were unable to respond for a while."

Petraka lacked confidence and explained in a weak voice.

"How long has the undead disaster in your world lasted from the outbreak to now?"

"...nine years."

Petraka looked a little embarrassed.

"It's been nine years and you still can't react? You can't even figure out how many living people there are in your city. No wonder you don't know about the undead."

Tyrell couldn't help but shake his head. He didn't intend to intervene at first, but he could see the whole leopard at a glance. He couldn't even figure out the number of survivors, which was enough to know what kind of waste the ruling class of the remaining forces were.

"I think too highly of you. These skeletons are too kind to you."

Perhaps it was not mercy, but that the terrifying knight did not pay attention to human resistance at all. After all, when the undead disaster enveloped the world, it was only a matter of time before the remaining humans were destroyed.

"I would like to ask you..."

"No need to ask. I don't like a lifeless world. Tell me the coordinates."

Under the doomsday, the collapse of order is inevitable. When chaos lasts for a period of time, order will be re-established by those with power.

However, in a doomsday environment where life is precarious and life may be lost in the next moment, the order's ability to control and deter individuals will be extremely low to an absurd level.

Theft and robbery are simply not worth mentioning. Murder, rape and other atrocities can be performed in every dark corner. Under the original normal order, the darkness suppressed in people's hearts will be completely released.

Don't have any expectations for the morality and conduct of human beings in the apocalyptic environment, because it is too harsh. If you don't become a beast, or even more ferocious than a beast, you won't be able to survive.

Tyrell had a premonition of all this, so he authorized Petraka to select her followers and establish a new country under the Tree of Life, ignoring the original Kingdom of Norondo.

But now, he can't ignore it. Some people must survive to serve as the fire for the regeneration of life. Otherwise, what can the two or three thousand people under the tree of life do?

How many years would he have to wait for them to develop and multiply into a nation that could be used by him?

Therefore, Tyrell decided to intervene. After all, there was still a population of hundreds of thousands. After clearing out the undead among them, and then eliminating the criminals and scum, no matter what, there would still be tens of thousands of people left, right?

perhaps?

Tyrell wasn't sure, but there were some things that he couldn't ignore anymore.

However, when Tyrell broke through the space according to the coordinates given by the princess and landed over a dilapidated and decayed city, what he saw still made him unable to help but be surprised.

"Is this a human city?"

Su Hailun, who crossed the time and space channel and came to the world of Kalimdor, was standing next to Tyrell, overlooking the city below from high altitude with him.

"Master Su Hailun, is the situation very bad?"

The princess who followed looked very anxious.

"This is simply the City of the Dead."

Su Hailun sighed, although she understood the basic situation and had some assumptions, they were not as direct as the tragic reality in front of her.

"It's worse than I thought."

Tyrell couldn't help but shake his head. He could now confirm that these humans were still alive today purely because the terrifying knight didn't take them seriously.

"How are you going to handle the situation here?"

Su Hailun looked at Di Ruier and asked him for advice. The current situation was too rare. If it was just a pure undead city, then it would be enough for her to cast a few large-scale destructive spells to level the entire city, but The problem is, there are still many humans living in them.

"Can you detect evil?"

Tyrell looked at the city below and suddenly asked.

"What do you want to do?"

Hearing Di Ruier's question, Su Hailun suddenly looked horrified.

Detect evil is a very useful spell, but even the most upright paladins will not use detect evil in the city. This may cause a riot or even a massacre.

"Clean up the city and save the innocent."

Tyrell replied.

"You want to massacre the city?"

From Su Hailun's point of view, Di Ruier had only one idea.

Under normal order, it would be difficult for most intelligent creatures to pass the judgment of evil, let alone in a doomsday environment where undead natural disasters have been invading for nearly ten years, there are no innocent people left.

"If necessary."

Tyrell was also helpless. He felt like digging for gold now, but he was not rummaging for gold sand among tons of gravel, but rummaging through garbage dumps.

"Massacre the city! Why?"

Petraka was also frightened, and she looked at the two dragons in front of her in horror.

"Our perspective is different from yours. Although in your eyes, this is a city with a hundred thousand people living in it, in our eyes, the underground and dark corners of this city are full of undead. The vast majority of people living on the surface have sin on their hands.”

"This is a chaotic city of death and sin."

Tyrell summarized Su Hailun's words.

In fact, the bronze dragon's nature is urging him to bring destruction to the city below, because even from the air, he can see the evil deeds happening in the alley corners and streets.

As a bronze dragon, this was unbearable for him. In fact, even if there was no contamination from his bloodline, Tyrell could not stand the many things that happened in this city.

At this moment, Petraka suddenly realized that the dragon she was seeking was not the savior for the majority of struggling humans.

They have their own moral concepts and use this concept to look at humans. The most terrifying thing is that they have the power to judge humans.

"Let's go down and take a look first!"

After all, massacre in the city was a very taboo matter. Although Su Hailun also had the urge to cleanse the entire city, she thought it would be better to observe it again.

"Um."

Tyrell was all right, and besides, he also wanted to see how low the lower limit of these humans could be in the apocalypse.

As a result, the two dragons patrolled the city surrounded by white bones. The spell could hide their figures and at the same time allow their footsteps to reach every corner of the city.

In the apocalypse, the restraints of morality and law are almost nonexistent. In order to survive, people can do many things that exceed the lower limits of morality.

Tyrell remembered that he once told the Dragon God that there was no sin in living.

Using criminal means to obtain food to keep oneself alive, in Tyrell's view, one can be found not guilty or have a reduced sentence depending on the circumstances.

However, this does not include killing other people's lives, robbing other people of food resources to survive, or simply eating people.

Actions that harm the lives of innocent people will never be tolerated and must be punished.

In the city, Tyrell saw meat workshops that used human raw materials as raw materials, saw taverns that imprisoned women in rows as a place for catharsis and relaxation, and saw spell casters who bought newly born babies as raw materials...

The dragon took the princess and walked in the darkness and shadows. He saw the filth hidden in the city and saw the crimes in progress.

The seemingly honest butcher, the ferocious gangsters, the cold old bar, and the unscrupulous spell caster... When the dragon's eyes noticed them, their lives were also taken away.

The princess stared silently at the city residents who were crushed to death like insects. She did not make any sound and remained silent.

Finally, in a luxurious aristocratic mansion, the princess saw a grand banquet taking place, with gold cups and silver cups, pearly wine smell, guests coming and going, all well-dressed.

Just a wall separates them, like heaven and hell. Outside the wall, some people sell themselves to meat shops in exchange for normal food for their children, while inside the wall, there are nobles pouring sweet wine into the dresses of their female companions. , just for a shock and a touch of grace.

The princess looked at all this and her body was trembling slightly. She saw many familiar faces and could call out the names of many participants. Among them, she even saw a younger brother.

However, the girl's silence completely broke out when she saw with her own eyes that her brother, who had the same hair color as hers, showed his fangs and penetrated the beautiful female companion beside her. She made a request to the dragon beside her:

"Please order the massacre of the city!"