Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

The water in front of him was basically a green spring water formed by the rich life essence, and its appearance was completely unexpected by Di Ruier.

Just relying on the innate identification talent of dragons, the young dragon can conclude that its value is definitely far higher than the fountain of life, which is regarded as a treasure by the elves.

It is a world-famous and rare treasure. According to legend, even if the undead king is soaked in it, as long as he is not annihilated by the vitality in it, he can shed his undead body, become a living being, and walk out of it.

It is impossible to judge whether the legend is true or false, but the fountain of life of the elves does have a magical effect that can almost reverse life and death. However, even if the spring water in front of him has not been used, Tyrell can judge that its effect is in the fountain of life. superior.

But Tyrell, who had judged this, did not feel happy. Instead, he felt a sense of panic and a chill that spread down his spine to his skull.

All the gifts of fate have their prices secretly marked.

The World Tree gave him too much, so much that it made Tyrell feel uneasy, because the other party's request was just to let him bring tree seeds into the world where he was born.

Crackling~

The young dragon let out a breath, the lightning flashed, and the arc exploded. He didn't waste too much time on the World Tree. He just looked at it for a moment before boarding the altar.

The gift given by the World Tree is something he cannot refuse. It is impossible for him to abandon the world treasure that is far better than the fountain of life. One day in the future, when he is injured in a battle with a powerful enemy, he can quickly regain his fighting strength. Even save your life.

Such treasures can arouse the greed of gods, but even so, if you think about it optimistically, considering the status of World Tree, such treasures may be nothing more than a drop of dew on billions of branches and leaves, insignificant and worthless. Mention it.

"Sacrifice!"

The young dragon who boarded the altar did not hesitate for too long and took out the sacrifice he had prepared, which he had chosen before entering here.

Although he was pleasantly surprised after entering the temple, he was not prepared to take out the water from the fountain of life, even though it was a very suitable sacrifice that could attract powerful beings in the void.

Snap! Gulu! Gulu!

The young dragon opened his mouth and spat out a white bone with shredded meat on it. The crystal-clear and shiny white bone rolled on the altar.

This is not a rare thing. He has never even left the dragon's nest, so naturally he can't get any treasures. As for the collection of the dragon father and mother, he has never touched it at all.

The treasures of giant dragons must not be touched. That is their bottom line, even for metal dragons. Their parents regard them as treasures, equal to treasures, and even allow them to stay where the treasures are placed, but they do not It means that these young dragons can touch these treasures.

This is an insurmountable bottom line, so the sacrifice prepared by Tyrell is the leftover meat bones he ate, a sub-dragon bone, and some of the remaining flesh and blood tissue on it.

Although these are the leftover food scraps he ate, they still have a certain value. Maybe there are creatures in the vast void that need them?

perhaps?

Tyrell wasn't too sure. He just wanted to try it out and become familiar with the use of the sacrificial altar, so he didn't hope that it would attract any powerful void creatures.

When he encounters an existence like World Tree without any preparation, it can only be said that he is lucky, but it is best not to have the same thing happen a second time.

Even if he uses the altar to communicate with the tyrannical existence in the void, he hopes that the entire process is under his own will, not out of control.

He extremely hates the situation of passively accepting everything. There may be unexpected gains, such as the tree seeds donated by World Tree and the spring of life derived from it, but once an accident occurs, there is no chance of regret.

"here we go!"

Tyrell stood on the altar, overlooking the silent forest, his eyes fell on his claws, and the dragon's fingers gently slid over, and a pale golden pattern lit up.

Rumble——

The boundless sea of ​​trees shook, billions of branches and leaves rustled, and hundreds of light pillars rose into the sky, turning into golden pillars connecting the sky and the earth.

"You don't need so much."

Looking at the temple space that roared and vibrated under his will, the young dragon gently drew his right front paw, and hundreds of light pillars dimmed, leaving only three light pillars, which were still brilliant and brilliant, turning into a river of pale golden light. , flowing towards him.

The rivers of light intertwined together, and a whirlpool of light that was small and exquisite compared to the original appeared in front of Diriel. Simple and obscure divine words fell like rain, and sprinkled on the sub-dragon bones that Diriel spit out.

As a result, the keel became illusory and hazy, and the vortex of light hanging in front of the young dragon also changed. Its center gradually dimmed. When it turned into a void of darkness, stars all over the sky emerged and twinkled in it, but soon it returned. Become hazy.

An inexplicable ray of darkness appeared, making living beings feel uncomfortable. Expectation and curiosity appeared in Di Ruier's eyes, mainly curiosity.

He really wanted to know what existence in the void would be attracted to a Yalong bone left by him.

Under the gaze of the young dragon, in the whirlpool, a land covered with white bones and floating life appeared. A skull with bone spurs and horns suddenly appeared in the center of the whirlpool. In the empty eye sockets, there was a gray-black soul fire. move.

"Dracolich?!"

The fine scales between Dirrell's brows wrinkled in one place, and there was an undisguised look of disgust in his eyes. The living and the undead were naturally hostile, not to mention that what appeared in front of him was a dracolich.

This even aroused the desire for destruction contained in his blood, but this small impulse was quickly suppressed.

Don't say he can't cross the long distance of time and space. So what if he could appear in front of the dragon lich? He could see the marching undead army behind the dragon lich.

Dark knights, skeleton warriors, abominations, lichs, mummies, ghost dragons, decaying angels...many familiar high-level undead formed legions and marched on the land paved with bones. Thick death energy formed dark clouds, covering the sky and filling the air. Four fields.

Such a dracolich has the combat power to destroy a country. Even if it encounters an ancient dragon, it will have to call on friends and summon a legion to fight against it.

"Jie Jie, you thought it was something calling me, but it turned out to be a small bronze dragon. Are you preparing something like this to offer to me?"

Even though they are separated by endless time and space, this lich with a dragon-like skull has a powerful necromantic power that even distorts the void. The strong malice is as real as Dirrell can feel it. slight pressure,

"Why don't you give your soul and flesh to me, and I will give you eternal life!"