Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Lord Tyrell, I wonder if you have any limit on the number of elves we can settle in?"

Hearing Tyrell's question, a wood elf elder looked a little embarrassed, but driven by a sense of responsibility, he still asked.

"Restrictions? How young are you? Why should we restrict you?"

Tyrell only found it baffling that these elves were not even satisfied with the first tree of life that had been resurrected, let alone the several trees of life that had been resurrected in Kalimdor.

"These tribesmen are just the first group we have selected. There are still many tribesmen who are willing to go to the world of Kalimdor... to support education."

When he said the last few words, the Elf Elder's voice paused, and his smooth cheeks felt a little warm. What really attracted them to the Wood Elf was the right to live under the Mother Tree of Life, not the sense of justice and mission in their hearts.

"The first batch? How many of your elves are willing to come?"

Tyrell's tone couldn't help but become a little excited. He had never expected that the elf could be so motivated.

"If you don't impose restrictions, I'm afraid there will be more than 100,000 elves willing to do so. However, the area that can be settled under the Mother Tree of Life can only accommodate about 10,000 to 30,000 elves at most."

"This is not a problem. According to my observations, the trees of life in the world of Kalimdor are recovering. Even if there are 100,000 elves, it will be enough to distribute."

Tyrell opened his mouth to break the news to the elves, and the faces of the wood elves elders who were already looking forward to their future life suddenly showed a complex look of surprise and disbelief.

The tree of life has extremely strict requirements for the growth environment. Of course, when it grows up, the tree of life has powerful purification and adaptive capabilities, and can also provide many benefits to surrounding creatures.

Wherever the tree of life exists, it will inevitably evolve into a large forest full of vitality and rich in elements. It can not only attract many powerful biological groups that are close to nature, but can even breed many special resources.

Even the tree of life has a life cycle, but it is so long that even high elves still find it difficult to wait.

Of course, changes in the world's environment will also cause the tree of life to wither early, but no elf has ever heard that a withered tree of life can be resurrected.

The appearance of a resurrected tree of life surprised them, but the dragon told them that there were more resurrected trees of life in the world of Kalimdor.

"is this real?"

A wood elf elder asked with an expression of disbelief. This kind of thing really challenged their cognition and common sense, making it difficult for them to believe it.

"I have no need to deceive you about this kind of thing. You will know it when you see it with your own eyes."

Tyrell's mood became more and more comfortable. Once these wood elves arrived in the world of Kalimdor, whose subjects would they be and whose rule would they belong to?

It is simply too easy to use the tree of life as a hoe to dig into the elves.

"This is really incredible. Could it be a favor from the gods?"

For things that are difficult to understand and beyond common sense, even intelligent creatures will subconsciously attribute them to the seemingly omnipotent gods, imagining these things as their arrangements and gifts.

"I saved the world, but it has nothing to do with the gods of your elves. If you really want to pray, you might as well thank the Platinum Dragon God."

Tyrell glanced at the wood elf elder who was a little confused.

If these elves regard his kindness and arrangement as a gift from an elf god, then he will have to show these guys what divine punishment is.

"Then do you know the reason why those Mother Trees of Life revived?"

"There are many powers that can resurrect the Mother Tree of Life, and it is not just the gods of your elves. You can explore the reasons yourself, but I recommend that you do not cause any destructive exploration of the Tree of Life, otherwise I will expel you all. "

Tyrell didn't say that he didn't know, he just set simple rules for these elves. His Bronze Code is still very rough and needs to be continuously improved and various regulations added according to the needs of development.

However, these elves do not need to be restrained by the law. Their moral limits are very high, almost idealistic, and the two elf kings protect them too well.

"Of course we can't do anything to harm the mother tree!"

The seven wood elf elders immediately assured Tiril.

"You can go in!"

"Lord Tiril, many of our tribesmen do not have the ability to fly. I wonder if you can ask your dragons to help us?"

The wood elf elder asked Diril awkwardly.

In fact, these people came out without the knowledge of Her Majesty the Queen and the Silver Moon Royal Family, because they really didn't want to wait any longer.

Even if the Queen has agreed to compromise, it will probably be half a year before they come up with their plan. Those guys live under the Mother Tree of Life and will not care about their feelings.

So they set off first and waited until the established facts were established before reporting it to Her Majesty the Queen. There was no way they would be asked to move back and do it all over again.

However, it was precisely because of this that their group was in a bit of a mess. On the last journey, they had to ask the dragon for help. They could build a boat overnight to cross the sea, but it was a bit too difficult for them to let nearly a thousand elves fly into the sky.

"No need to bother!"

Tyrell raised his head and glanced at the space-time vortex hovering over the castle. Then, under the dull gazes of many elves, the vortex began to shrink slowly, triggering a burst of panicked shouts and shouts.

Then, under the dull eyes of many elves, the majestic dragon stretched out his claws and moved forward slightly. With the fluctuation of time and space, a narrow space-time vortex opened under his claws, hanging a foot above the ground, just enough to It can accommodate a wood elf about 1.8 meters in length to pass through calmly.

"Go!"

Under Tyrell's gaze, the elves consciously lined up in a long queue and entered the world of Kalimdor, which was full of waste.

There is the Mother Tree of Life that they dream of here, but apart from that, there is nothing. Instead, there is a group of human children who are crying for food and need their education.

Above their heads, there were many flying dragons circling and flying, including dragons with bright scales. The mixed looks of surprise and greed they cast at them made them tremble unconsciously.

"This is a world that I rescued from the hands of the undead not long ago, so it is a little deserted. However, it is recovering and has great potential. However, the current conditions are indeed very difficult. You can only endure it for the time being."

When the elves were halfway through the teleportation, Tyrell also came to the world of Kalimdor. For him, the king of the sacred tree who had made a contract with the World Tree, he seemed to be traveling through the planes, but the actual power he consumed was Not as good as him casting a teleportation spell.

Because he was just following the roots of the World Tree from one end to the other. All this requires is the power of flapping his dragon wings.

"If you need anything, you can always tell me. There is no need to worry about food."

"Lord Tyrell, I have already visited this place, so we have brought enough seeds. As long as we can get your approval, we can use the mother tree and the power of magic to revive this land."

"Seeds? How many seeds did you bring? What types are they?"

"All the fruit tree seeds on the island, as well as tree houses for living..."

"We should design a blueprint."

"good."

Tyrell particularly praised the performance of the elves. The first thing they did after arriving was to plan to plant fruit trees and high-yielding food crops to get rid of their dependence on food. It is really a waste to use the transportation capacity of the space-time channel in this regard. .

Although the World Tree can easily bear this consumption, it is a good thing after all that food can be produced on its own. In addition to food, they are also planning how to build a building around the Mother Tree of Life that can accommodate 200,000 humans and 30,000 elves. city ​​of.

Tyrell was particularly interested in the discussions among the elves in this regard, and participated with great interest, and worked with them to draw a blueprint for the city.

The basic material for building a city is seeds. Use magic to spawn seeds, and after they take root and sprout, guide and change them to make the trees grow into the buildings they need.

This is a city of trees, which can be said to be the embodiment of the harmonious symbiosis between elves and nature. However, Di Ruier's participation in the design has changed the flavor of this city that should be full of fairy tale colors.

Because under Dirrell's interference, the entire city's high-altitude plan turned into a regular octagon that was close to a circle. Treehouses were lined up in rows, and there were sometimes fruit trees that could grow delicious fruits in the middle. There are equally regular fields of high-yielding crops.

Such planning and design undoubtedly destroyed the natural and harmonious beauty of the elves' original blueprint, but Tyrell scorned the elves' artistic pursuits.

A design that looks symmetrical from any angle, how could it be ugly? Moreover, such arrangement and planning can maximize the utilization of land.

If you want to present the so-called art and reflect the beauty of nature, you don't know how much land will be wasted. Now is the beginning of the world's recovery. It is a crime to waste the land around the Tree of Life. The resources here should be utilized to the maximum extent.

Because of Dirrell's identity, even though the wood elf elders and elf architects who collaborated in the establishment raised objections, all opinions were suppressed by Direal.

This is his world, what the elves step on is his territory, even the World Tree they pursue is his, and the cities built in the future will also fall under his rule.

Under such circumstances, he allowed the elves to use their knowledge in exchange for the right to live. It was so conscientious. After all, he could sell tree houses and mark the price of each tree house as an elf would have to work hard for 100 to 300 years. Only then can we accumulate wealth.

Not only can the elves work honestly, but there is no need to worry about them escaping. Of course, the most important thing is that you can also make a lot of money.

However, Tyrell did not do this in the end. It was not necessary. He did not want to attack this group of enthusiastic wood elves and burden them with hundreds of years of debt, which would obliterate their pursuit of the future. Their desires were already low enough. , can no longer be squeezed.

Therefore, Tyrell feels that he is extremely conscientious and is simply the kindest dragon in the world.

After confirming the city's planning blueprint, Tyrell left under the painful and numb eyes of a group of wood elves. These elves would arrange and implement the construction of the Tree City.

As for the name of this city, Tyrell named it the First Tree City, because there will be second and third tree cities in the future. This is so simple and clear at a glance.

It's just that this made the wood elves put on the mask of pain. They wanted to choose beautiful and meaningful names, but Tyrell was too lazy to spend this energy.

If the elves like to give names, let them do so in private. This is the name he gave to this tree city. In his opinion, this is naming the roots of the world tree. This is not just idle.

After returning to the Sedellin Islands, Tyrell was still busy. He needed to re-establish the passage between the two worlds and could no longer hang in the sky.

This is only the first wave of elves, and more elves will follow. Even the Elf Queen Rosalina cannot stop this trend unless she uses violent means, but this would be a rejection of everything she has done in the past thousand years.

Therefore, the great migration of the elves was irreversible. Just when Tyrell thought that everything was on the right track, the forces that had always existed in the Sedellin Islands but had been ignored by him suddenly came to find them.

Pomeranian Naga Kingdom!

Nagas are humanoid creatures, but this species is only similar to humans in the upper body, and the lower body is similar to a snake and python. They have multiple arms, and the number of arms determines their combat power, potential, and status.

What appeared in front of Tyrell was a group of naga meandering out of the sea, numbering nearly a hundred.

The leader was a legendary six-armed Naga, but looking at this deep-sea legend that exuded powerful power, Tyrell immediately thought of his six-armed snake demon Liliana.

Although one is a great demon in the abyss and the other is a powerful race in the deep sea in the material world, Di Ruier really doesn't believe it if there is no relationship between the two.

Of course, it is normal to have a relationship. After all, it is the abyss. Every moment, countless creatures are corrupted and transformed by the abyss. It is not surprising that the bloodline of the abyssal naga is turned into the template of some kind of great demon by the will of the abyss.

"There's not even an ancient dragon here?"

Without any restraint, the six-armed naga who came from the sea to the land unscrupulously displayed the life pressure of the legendary level. Even the dragons shunned under this extremely aggressive gaze.

"Why is there only a little dragon like you?"

The six-armed Naga's eyes finally fell on Dirrell. Even when facing a giant dragon that was nearly thirty meters long, he showed no fear and his tone was indifferent.

Because even without her tail, her standing height is more than ten meters. Counting her tail, which is more than ten meters, she is not much smaller than Tyrell. He is also a giant, capable of fighting any deep-sea monster without losing any physical strength.

"Ask your elders to come out and talk to me, you are not qualified to face me!"

Facing the many colorful dragons soaring in the sky, the six-armed Naga just glanced at them. When Tyril appeared, she stared at Tyril for a while, but her expression remained indifferent.

"I'm not qualified?"

Dirrell's expression was incomprehensible. This was the first time he saw such a look of contempt directed at him after he was promoted to the Ancestral Dragon. It must be said that this was a quite novel experience.