Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Is this the human survivor you want to help?"

Under the half-withered and half-prosperous tree of life, Rosalind, the elf queen who followed Tyrell to bring the world of Kalimdor, looked expressionlessly at the vast majority of human children under the tree canopy who were not as tall as her legs. .

"Yes, they are the humans who need the help of elves the most. They need knowledgeable teachers to teach them various skills necessary for survival."

Tyrell's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and his expression was extremely open and natural.

He will select all human children with the ability to learn, and they will receive the teachings of the elves in the school built under the tree of life. Of course, it is best if the elf queen agrees to assist.

However, in Tyrell's view, the problem is not big. Even if the elf queen disagrees and wants to go against him, there is still a solution.

"Where are their parents?"

"They are in charge of other dragons, so you don't need to worry about it. These selected children only need to learn. I hired elves. I just want you to teach these children the knowledge and skills to live and grow independently, and let them develop Correct understanding of the world and moral concepts.”

"You said that there will be no danger in this world."

The Elf Queen looked at the dark sky. Although the breath of death was dissipating, it still dominated. In her opinion, this was a very dangerous world.

The danger is not only from the undead, but also from these colorful dragons flying around the World Tree, including red dragons.

These dragons are a far greater threat to the elves than the undead.

"Where is the danger?"

Tyrell looked around and saw that everything was under his control and control. He could even see the raised head. Rolling mountains and the gray ocean beyond.

"Why are there still undead here?"

Elf Queen Rosalina looked hundreds of miles away at a dense cloud of death energy. She could see that under the cloud, a tide of skeletons was slowly moving forward. In this undead army, In the sky above, there are also skeleton mages and corpse witches floating around in the dark clouds of death.

These undead casters continued to cast spells one after another, falling on the skeletons of the legion below. Under the dark light of these spells, the skeletons that were hit either shattered into bone fragments on the ground, or began to evolve. As they grow, their bones become thicker and their bodies become larger. Some outstanding skeletons also grow bone armor and weapons.

"They are the laborers I am looking for. They will be engaged in a series of highly dangerous, tiring and repetitive tasks such as mining and road construction."

Tyrell replied in an understatement.

He feels that his idea of ​​using the undead is perfect. After all, some production and work must be done, but this type of work is dangerous, so it is best to use the undead instead.

However, Rosalind is different from Jin Long. Su Hailun can understand and agree with his behavior and methods. Even if she doesn't understand, she won't refute, and sometimes she even recognizes him.

But the Elf Queen couldn't accept it. In her eyes, this world was full of dangers. She would never allow her people to come to such a place to teach a group of human children who might not have their parents to care for them.

"There are too many dangers here!"

Rosalind expressed her opinion. She turned around and looked at the half-withered and half-prosperous World Tree behind her.

"Even though there is a mother tree here, the environment here is too harsh for the elves."

"Mother, we are not that fragile."

A silver-haired elf girl spoke. The girl was standing under the Mother Tree of Life, touching a root with a diameter larger than her height. When she heard this, she immediately turned around and refuted her mother.

"Fulillian?"

Rosalind looked at her daughter and frowned slightly. Of course she was not alone. She followed Tyrell here. Her battle pet, her daughter, and many elders also followed.

"Your Majesty, although the environment here is harsh, it will not be worse than our village for more than three years at most. If I just let my people come here and teach human children to learn under this mother tree, I think acceptable."

An elf elder who was also reaching out to touch the tree trunk spoke to refute the queen at this moment.

Her hair is emerald green, and although the skin on her face is white and smooth without any wrinkles, her eyes have a sense of vicissitudes of time. She is a wood elf elder.

She was particularly moved by the dragon's proposal. She could live under the Mother Tree of Life. Such a temptation was impossible for the wood elf to refuse.

Because on Moonlight Island, wood elves do not have such an honor. As low-level elves, their villages are basically distributed on the edge of the island, and they hardly receive the blessings of the mother tree.

But here, as long as the wood elves agree, they can live directly under the trees. This is the dragon's arrangement for the elves.

As for the possible threats that come here, she can ignore them in her opinion. After all, the dragon lord's ability to rule and control is obvious to all.

The evil dragon was not released from Dragon Island just now. It had been released for so many years, and no dragon had ever been seen violating the elves.

As for the undead, they are moving away from the Mother Tree of Life and migrating further into the wilderness, not to mention threatening them. In this case, what is there to fear?

This is a mother tree of life that is reviving its vitality. When it is fully revived, according to her judgment, perhaps the mother trees on Moonlight Island are not as good as this one. Being able to live under the tree and bear some risks does not matter. ?

"Cynthia!"

Seeing yet another wood elf elder stand up and sing the opposite, Rosalind realized what the problem was.

She could refuse because of the harsh environment and dangers around her, but the wood elf could not refuse the temptation of the Mother Tree of Life. This was a factor that she ignored as she lived on the Mother Tree of Life.

On Moonlight Island, the wood elves, who are lower elves, are the most numerous elves. Once the wood elves are attracted, the opinions of the silver moon elves will be insignificant.

Even the Elf Royal Family has no right to prevent lower elves from pursuing a better life and future. This goes against their ideals.

And it's not just wood elves, there are green elves, and even winged elves. These elves will be attracted by the conditions of living under the Mother Tree of Life.

Because the price paid is just to teach human children to learn knowledge, such an opportunity will not be missed by elves no matter how slow and stupid they are and unwilling to travel far.

"Your Majesty, it seems that you do not understand the true needs and wishes of your subjects."

Tyrell spoke with a smile at this moment. The current situation was as he expected. So what if the queen herself objected?

Is the king who everyone opposes still a king?

For every elf, the Tree of Life is a source of life that continuously provides beneficial effects. As high elves, the Silver Moon Elves and Sun Elves, with their bloodline advantages and the favor of the gods, naturally occupy the best position to enjoy the Mother Tree of Life. gain and blessing.

Other lower elves do not and cannot have any opinions, but now, the tree of life without elves to live and protect is right in front of them. As the queen of the Silver Moon elves, she is not prepared to send any of her kind, but there is no reason and should not prevent the lower elves from approaching. .

"I agree with your request."

Rosalind took a deep breath and realized that even as a queen, she could not stop the elves from running towards a tree of life.

Every elf elder, except for the Silver Moon Elf, the other lower elf elders are often the village chiefs of their respective villages and hold the real power. Once she orders an objection, I am afraid that some wood elf villages will directly move out of Moonlight Island.

When the dragon lands on the island and invites them to visit, she must make compromises and concessions.

"But you must sign a contract with me and promise me that you must ensure the safety of every elf and prevent them from any accidents or violations."

"This kind of thing does not require a contract guarantee. I can swear that even if it is a dragon, if it dares to harm the elf under the tree, it will pay with its life!"

Thunder roared in the sky, storms swept over the treetops, and Tyrell's loud voice like rolling thunder echoed in the wasteland. This was his declaration.

Not only is it a promise to the elves, it is also a warning and deterrence to the colorful dragons flying around. Many of these guys really want to taste the taste of the elves.

Although they have never succeeded, just like the sahuagin and their bronze dragons, the delicacies of the elves are also engraved in the blood of the color dragons, but no matter how much you desire, it should not be more than your own life. of cherishment.

If a dragon really dares to attack the elves regardless of life and death, Tyrell will definitely kill him. The Bronze Code has been released, and the majesty of the code needs to be forged with the blood and bones of the offenders. Just humans are not enough.

If there were any colored dragons that harmed the elves, Tyrell would never show any mercy. Every dragon is proud of its nobility and is superior to all other races, which would make many of their actions appear extremely cruel and tyrannical.

After receiving Tyrell's guarantee, the elves began to provide assistance to the world of Kalimdor. The elves, who had always been slow to make decisions and procrastinate in doing things, showed an efficiency that even stunned Tyrell.

Because only on the third day after the queen returned with a group of elders, seven wood elf elders led nearly a thousand adult wood elves to the Devil's Island.

When he saw the Elf wooden boats crossing the ocean, the giant who was patrolling the ocean was stunned, because even though he had been in this sea since his birth, he was still the first in hundreds of years. It was the first time I saw such a large number of elves leaving the island.

For these enthusiastic wood elves, Tyrell naturally welcomed them with a reciprocal attitude, and the reaction of these elves also made him cut off part of the arrangement.

According to his agreement with the Elf Queen, he should be the dragon lord to hire these elves to teach the human child survivors in Kalimdor, and he needs to pay remuneration.

But looking at it now, he can save this part of the expenditure. I believe that even if these wood elves are asked to provide their own rations, they are willing.

The original invitation, depending on the current situation, can be changed to a recruitment, volunteering to go to Kalimdor to support education, without spending a single copper.

But even so, Tyrell felt that he was too conscientious. After all, he did not charge reverse fees. He did underestimate the attraction of the Mother Tree of Life to the elves, but the Tree of Life in the world of Kalimdor is not just a tree of life. It can only be said that those elves who are willing to come have a big advantage.

"Your Excellency Tyrell!"

The seven wood elf elders, who were well-mannered and had their own unique temperaments, all showed great respect to Diriel who came to greet them.

No matter how dilapidated the world ravaged by the undead is, it cannot erase the fact that the dragon lord in front of him saved a world and left the fire of life. This is a great achievement worthy of being praised for thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years.

"On behalf of the survivors of the world of Kalimdor, thank you for coming."

Tyrell looked at the wooden boats floating on the sea and could see extremely obvious traces of spells. Obviously, the elves who had never thought of leaving the island should have used all their strength in these just two days. Went.

For a creature born without wings, flying is a very advanced skill.

"Your nobility and kindness make us feel ashamed, but I must admit to you that the reason why so many compatriots are willing to go is mainly because of the attraction of the Mother Tree of Life."

A wood elf elder looked embarrassed, and then admitted it frankly to Tyrell.

"Hahaha, these are not important, what is important is what you did."

Tyrell is extremely generous and does not care about the driving force of these elves' actions. He is very open-minded in this regard.

Talking only about morality and empty talk about dedication is pure hooliganism. He is now the dragon lord and will become a monarch or even a dragon emperor in the future. He has never wanted to be a rogue among the dragons.

If givers cannot be given the rewards they deserve, and those who actively contribute cannot be rewarded beyond imagination, then their efforts and contributions are all bloody negative teaching materials, warning newcomers not to imitate them. , do it like they did.

No normal creature likes poverty and hardship. All creatures want a better living environment. Even plants without intelligence will try their best to grow, stretch their branches and get more sunlight.

Those who work hard can be rewarded and make progress, and then there will be a steady stream of successors, rushing to imitate them, because everyone is eager for progress.

"We will definitely pass on the knowledge we have to humans so that they can better build their own world."

"Okay, okay."

Tyrell is very satisfied with the attitude of these elves. Although they are all wood elves, they are more than enough to serve as teachers for human children.

"How many elves do you have in total? I'll ask the dragon to count them."