Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Why did you ask Naga to garrison your territory?"

When the last scaly snake tail disappeared into the turbulent sea water, the silver dragon Emilia asked in confusion.

Under normal circumstances, only the vassal country would request the overlord country to garrison troops, but Emilia did not see that the dragon in front of her had any intention of becoming a Naga vassal.

If I really wanted to, I wouldn't have taken out the sun to scare those Nagas. Perhaps, it was more than just a scare. With the small material world as a retreat, the possibility of Tyrell releasing the sun was not low.

"What garrison? I'm asking Naga to help me form a marine army!"

"You are a dragon. Do you think Naga will obey your orders? You don't even look at the legion commander you selected. Thirty thousand Nagas came to your territory. Under her management, only It will turn into a force that does not obey your control."

Amelia objected.

"So what? Even the prestige of a divine being can be worth the temptation of evolving into a dragonborn?"

Tyrell showed a malicious smile,

"I didn't set a time limit. It doesn't take long. It only takes time for the Nagas to reproduce for one generation, and I can assimilate them."

Naga's racial bloodline potential is not comparable to that of ocean giants. Even ocean giants cannot resist the temptation to transform into dragons. Tyrell believes that Naga can't resist either.

As long as the dragon blood promotion channel is opened to Nagas, then naturally there will be Nagas willing to join his command and become his minions.

Tyrell could clearly see that Naga was a very aggressive race, and its pursuit of power was greater than that of ocean giants. Rather, the lower the starting point of an intelligent race, the stronger its pursuit of power.

Compared with the power that one can truly possess, the so-called glory and racial identity are nothing.

When Naga arrived in his territory, with the passage of time, it was only a matter of time before he was assimilated by his dragon blood. Tyrell had this confidence.

The allure of true blood he can impart will become stronger and stronger as time goes by. Of course, the toxicity contained in dragon blood will also become stronger and stronger as time goes by. For those who accept dragon blood, the requirements are It will also get higher and higher.

"..."

After hearing Dirrell's confident words, Emilia fell silent immediately. She almost forgot that this guy in front of her could give other creatures true blood without restraint, as if there was no end to it.

"The ancestor dragon is amazing!"

Recalling the words of encouragement given to her when the Dragon God came, Emilia couldn't help but feel resentful again. She muttered something in a low voice and stopped talking.

Since Tyrell is willing to give true blood to Naga, it is easy to conquer Naga.

"Your Excellency Tyrell, since Naga has agreed to your agreement, can you please stop taking out that sun casually in the future?"

At this moment, the Elf Queen Rosalind, who was still a little frightened, asked.

No one likes the feeling of being destroyed at any time, especially someone like her who has been in power for thousands of years and has great power.

Even Silver Moon Elves need to put in considerable efforts to achieve the final promotion if they want to become a legend.

But after finally reaching this point, it would end up like an insect, being evaporated and wiped out in an instant, unable to even resist. This feeling is too frustrating and uncomfortable.

"Actually, without detonating, the sun is a very good light source. It can purify all the filth around it and can also treat some minor injuries."

"Your Excellency Tyrell, please consider our feelings!"

"Well, unless I face another threat, I won't touch that sun again."

Tyrell made a promise. If he didn't agree, neither the queen nor the silver dragon who was secretly depressed and silent would probably not give up.

"Thank you for your understanding."

After hearing Tyrell's assurance, Rosalind also breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, if it weren't for this sun, she wouldn't have planned to leave the Moonlight Island and run for Tyrell, and now she really had no choice.

The threat from the Naga Kingdom has come to an end. One month after Tyrell reached an agreement with the divine Nagas, the first batch of Nagas swam out of the deep sea and appeared on the beach of Alcatraz Island.

The divine Naga, who had not been seen for more than a month, went to the castle that had been renamed the Palace of the Sun by Diriel.

"Is this the thirty thousand naga you call? I don't think there are even three thousand."

Dirrell stood on the watchtower of the Sun Palace, which was already the highest point on the entire island. The biting wind blew through the tower that was more than a kilometer above the sea level, but it made Dirrell feel particularly comfortable. He squinted his narrow eyes. With his long eyes, he looked at the coastline at the end of his sight.

It can be seen that the light is refracted by the colorful scales. Although they are hundreds of miles apart, Tyrell can still perceive the approximate number of Nagas arriving in the nearby sea.

Because he uses the perception of the World Tree, these Nagas have entered the sphere of influence of the World Tree's power. To him, these Nagas are like crickets in a box.

"These are the Nagas who are willing to follow me here. They have the same surname as me. They are also the supporters and supporters I have gained through fighting on the battlefield for the past thirty years."

Accompanied by two dragon attendants, Sidnia climbed onto the watchtower and replied that the reason why she hurried over with her team was because she wanted to gain the trust of this dragon. She had already thought about everything clearly.

Although he is far away from the center of power in the kingdom, following the dragon in front of him may lead to a more glorious future.

No matter how long she has been fighting under the sea, and how far the kingdom has expanded, in the final analysis, she is just fighting in this world. But the dragon in front of her has already expanded her sphere of influence to other worlds before she reaches adulthood. .

She had a hunch, and was even certain that the dragon in front of her would never be satisfied with what she had. He would not only advance his dominance in the home world, but also project his power into more material realms.

This is a bronze dragon who wants to build a multidimensional empire!

Just by seeing that sun, there is no need to question whether he can do all this. There is a being behind him that is more powerful than the gods worshiped by the Naga Kingdom.

"So, what about the remaining Nagas? When can they come over?"

Tyrell turned around and stared at the Divine Naga. He could see the look of exhaustion deep in the eyes of this rather young-looking Naga.

His request must have brought a lot of trouble and trouble to the divine Naga. It can be expected that in the past month, she must have encountered a lot of difficulties and ridicule.

Once the first heir to the kingdom leaves the center of power, and the date of his return is uncertain, how many of the supporters who originally supported her will be left?

However, even if he guessed his influence on this Naga, Tyrell did not intend to ask or interfere. This was what Sidnia needed to give up, and he was happy to see it come to fruition.

If she can't cut herself off from the Naga Kingdom, how can she perform her duties as a legion commander with peace of mind?

The more the ruling class of the Naga Kingdom goes too far towards this divine Naga, the easier it will be for Sidnia to succumb to him.

Moreover, Dirrell believed that what she could give to the God's beloved Naga was far more than what she could gain by working hard in the Naga Kingdom.

For Naga, he represents an infinitely bright and beautiful future.

"According to the results of my discussions with many lords, within a year, they will send some of their ethnic groups here."

Hearing Tyrell's question, Sidnia replied.

"Do you think they will follow your standards and select carefully?"

"I'm afraid not. They will most likely send those disabled and weak Nagas here."

Sidnia shook her head. She could guess what those lords were planning with the tip of her tail.

"At this time, I'm afraid you need to take a trip to the bottom of the sea!"

"No, no need, this is a great opportunity."

Tyrell's eyes flashed with lightning. He was not angry because of the Naga Kingdom's perfunctory treatment of him. It was unrealistic to expect such a kingdom to send 30,000 young men.

The deterrent effect of the wrath of the Blazing God is indeed powerful, but because of this, Naga is not too worried. After all, this is not a conventional weapon. Only a madman will want to destroy everything if concessions are made.

"Chance?"

Sidnia didn't understand what Tyrell meant.

"They are a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people who have been abandoned by their tribes. If I am willing to accept them, how many of them will be willing to die for me?"

Tyrell asked in reply, if the Naga Kingdom sent young people, it would take at least two or three generations of Naga reproduction time to conquer them.

But if it is a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, it is different. After being abandoned by the tribe, resentment will inevitably arise from the negative emotions caused by helplessness and loss.

In this case, if he fully accepts these Nagas, takes care of everything they need, and arranges them well so that they don't have to worry about anything, then what will happen to the senses of these Nagas towards him?

"Most of them, but these selected old and weak people, what use are they to you?"

Sidnia didn't understand why the dragon looked so happy.

"No, they are too useful. Among them, the disabled and aging warriors with rich combat experience are a huge asset to me."

The lightning flashing on Tyrell's body became more intensive, which meant that his emotions and thinking became more active.

The ocean giants have used the lives of dozens of their own race to demonstrate what conditions are needed to fuse dragon blood.

A will that is strong enough not to be destroyed by the inheritance information contained in dragon blood, and a strong vitality that can support the process of dragon blood transforming the body.

The former is more important than the latter. Strong vitality can be supplemented by external objects, but will can only be tempered by experiencing various things.

If the legendary lords of the Naga Kingdom really eliminated the old, weak, sick and disabled under their command, they would throw them to him.

So once he fuses some of them with dragon blood and gives them new life and a stronger dragon body, what will happen next is completely predictable.

These dragon-shaped Nagas will become the envy and yearning of all old Nagas, and even Nagas who are still in their prime will think about it.

All living things will have a moment of aging, even dragons with lifespans of thousands of years are no exception. This is a problem that all intelligent races need to face.

In highly developed civilizations or countries with abundant resources, the old, infirm, and weak who no longer have the ability to produce can receive good care. However, in areas with harsh environments and scarce resources, the weak are the first to be abandoned. Even being abandoned was taken for granted, even if it was my turn, I felt it was normal.

But we are afraid of comparison in everything. Once there is someone who is willing to take care of all the old, weak, sick and disabled, and can give these old, weak, sick and disabled people who have lost all hope a new lease of life, then its attraction and temptation will be unbelievable.

"Not only that, they can also become the ancestors of the future Naga Legion!"

Tyrell has decided that no matter what the Naga Kingdom throws at them, even if it is a group of disabled Nagas with broken arms and tails, he will take good care of them.

Not only that, he will also use the fountain of life to select those with strong wills from these Nagas, replenish their missing vitality, let them become Dragonized Nagas, and set a benchmark for these Nagas.

As for how many Nagas will die suddenly due to the toxicity of dragon blood in this process, it doesn't matter, as long as one succeeds, it is enough.

All Naga's eyes will be focused on the successful ones, and they will not pay much attention to those of the same race who unfortunately failed, because the same is true for the ocean giants.

Admiring the strong is the instinct of living beings

"this……"

Only then did Sidnia realize that the biggest difference in thinking between her and the dragon lord was the concept of time.

This dragon's eyes are looking at the situation fifty or a hundred years from now. As for the current problem, he doesn't pay attention to it. He only needs the Naga thrown over to have the ability to have children.

What about the old, weak, sick and disabled? It's not congenital. As long as he can get pregnant and the child he gives birth to is healthy enough, he only needs to wait a few decades before he can have a batch of healthy Nagas and Naga cubs.

He has enough time to wait!

But Sidnia can't stand it. Although she has the blessing of a god and can live longer than ordinary Nagas, she doesn't have so much time to spend waiting for the new generation of Nagas to grow up.

"What are you worried about?"

Tyrell looked at the silent Sidnia.

"According to your assumptions, it will take at least thirty years, or even a hundred years, before we can build a legion. I don't have such a long time to wait."

"No, you can have it."