Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"It has been forty-three years since the first wood elf moved into the world of Kalimdor. We don't know the situation of other tree cities, but the elves who settled in the first tree city include A total of 31,576 newborns were born in these years..."

The elven elders maintained a respectful attitude and reported to Tyrell on the development of the First Tree City in these years. The difference in the speed of time has a huge impact even on short-lived species.

Tyrell also had a preliminary understanding of the changes in the world of Kalimdor during the years he was sleeping. The surge in the number of humans was just what these elves expected.

After all, there are relevant records in their classics, and they have enough time to deal with it. The efficiency of the Wood Elves' actions is not comparable to that of the Silver Moon Elves. Everything they produce and construct now belongs to themselves. It is not possible to follow them on Moonlight Island. Same.

Therefore, the rule and dominance of Tree City is still in the hands of the elves. Although the number of humans has accounted for more than two-thirds of the city's population, these humans can only stay in Tree City during the study period. Once the learning tasks are completed, , will leave, almost all of them are floating population.

However, while these elves were reporting and explaining, Tyrell's spirit had been spreading in the tree city. He was now in the realm shrouded by the World Tree. The authority of the King of Divine Trees allowed him to see into the tree city at the moment his thoughts fell. Everything that happens.

The tree cities built by the elves are all in order to enjoy the breath of the tree of life disguised as the roots of the world tree. This area is also the area where the king of the sacred tree has the strongest authority.

However, after Tyrell looked at the entire tree city as the King of Divine Trees, his expression became more serious. As his emotions changed, starting from the sky above the Tree of Life, the thundering dark clouds began to gradually move towards Spread in all directions.

"Lord Lord?"

Many wood elves elders who were originally quite restrained could not help but panic at this moment. The majesty of dragon legends was enough to suffocate any creature below the legendary level.

In the past, Diriel would restrain himself, but now, when his emotions change, the majesty revealed is unbearable for these elf elders. Even if they are all at the soul level, this is not enough for them to compete. The rage of a legend.

"That's it!"

I don't know what he thought of, but Di Ruier's expression changed again. The thunderclouds that were growing and spreading in the sky suddenly stopped expanding, and dissipated without a trace in just a few breaths.

"I have neglected this place for too long. You have fulfilled my original request."

One thing Tyrell must admit is that his management of the world of Kalimdor is too lax. After all, the world is desolate and in need of improvement. Even if he intervenes in management, what can he do? Nothing at all.

However, as small material worlds, the time flow rate of Kalimdor and the world of Kallos is 4.3. In other words, in the past ten years of the world of Kalos, the world of Kalimdor has experienced forty-three years.

After discovering that his younger brother and sister were in slumber, Tyrell began to plan for his own slumber. This process took almost five years, and his own slumber was also five years.

To dragons, ten years is nothing, but the flow of time in the two worlds is not consistent, which led to Tyrell ignoring nearly half a century in the world of Kalimdor.

Such a time span cannot be ignored even by long-lived species. As for short-lived species, they can go from birth to death, which is enough time for several generations.

For such a long time, the world of Kalimdor has been in a state of free development without supervision. During this long time, the world has taken on a completely new look.

The traces of the undead disaster that once swept through everything and almost ended the world of Kalimdor have disappeared. All things are resurrected, everything is reappearing, and even the extraordinary races that left in the past years have returned.

However, the development of the world was not as Dirrell originally expected. The elves did complete the teaching tasks assigned to them by Dirrell, but they only completed the teaching tasks and did nothing else.

But it makes no sense to blame them for this. This is his omission and negligence. Now he is here for this, to get the development of this world back on the right track he wants.

Roar!

hold head high!

Seeing the great lord restraining his power, the elven elders couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. But they were only halfway relieved when the roars of the violent dragons rang out one after another. They looked at the colors around them stretching their wings and moving around. In the Dragon Clan, every elf elder was changed in expression.

They were adult colored dragons who were taken into the Ring of Control by Tyrell and forced to sleep for five years without any food supplement. At this moment, they were extremely hungry and would not refuse even eating dirt.

However, those color dragons who were released again and whose blood was stimulated by the strong sense of hunger began to boil and wanted to release their violent and cruel nature. Soon, under the pressure of the legendary dragons, their reason returned and allowed their brains to manage their bodies again. .

"Dragon Lord!"

After noticing that Tyrell was looking down at them with a look that could be described as indifferent and heartless, the freed color dragons all prostrated on the ground, and no dragon dared to be presumptuous.

After regaining their senses, they were left with one question: how long had they been forced to sleep? Why, as soon as he opened his eyes, he was originally just a soul-level metal dragon, but he was promoted to a legendary dragon.

"Get food and feed them!"

After releasing all the adult color dragons restrained in the Ring of Dominance, Tyrell looked at some of the wood elf elders whose bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.

It was not a request, but an order. No wood elf elder raised any objection, but one male elf elder had the courage to ask,

"Is fruit okay?"

"Any food will do as long as it keeps them full!"

Tyrell took a look and replied.

"We're going to raise food."

Hearing this, the elves breathed a sigh of relief, because looking at this scene, they were worried that the dragon was dissatisfied with what they had done, so they released the dragon group and wanted to massacre the city.

There is no doubt that a legendary dragon commanding many adult colored dragons can definitely destroy the tree city they have worked hard to build for decades, and they will have almost no resistance to fight back.

Not long after, the fresh fruits with a sweet smell were delivered to the hungry chromatic dragons. Except for the green dragons who ate happily, other dragons were not satisfied with such food.

However, under Tyrell's gaze, no dragon dared to raise objections and gnawed the fruit honestly. However, the elves are not without eyesight, and the wood elves are not pure vegetarians. They also need to eat meat, so Some meat animals will also be raised in captivity.

Therefore, when the first batch of fruits piled up into a hill were eaten by the dragons, the slaughtered fresh meat was delivered to the dragons. At this time, the blue dragons and red dragons who were not happy eating , and then started to eat happily.

When the dragons began to recover from the deficit caused by being forced to sleep in the past few years, Tyrell used the World Tree to start gathering his retinue.

The Dragon Auxiliary Group is composed of flying dragons that have evolved many times, as well as the Giant Battle Group and the Abyss Champion Knights who have received dragon blood, as well as the Dragon Blood Naga melee battle group.

While Tiril was sleeping, these war groups basically stayed in the world of Kallos, for no other reason than that a higher-level world was more suitable for creatures that had obtained the true blood of the ancestral dragon to live and continue to grow stronger.

If you stay in the world of Kalimdor, let alone continue to become stronger, it is a blessing to be able to stabilize your strength without declining. The offspring you give birth to will still have the risk of bloodline degeneration.

One after another, powerful dragon-blooded battle groups responded to Diril's call and came to the foot of the World Tree. The powerful aura they exuded caused the elements to boil and stir.

Dark clouds appeared in the sky again. This was not caused by Tyrell, but by the abnormal weather caused by the elemental turbulence caused by the gathering of these powerful dragon-blooded creatures.

The appearance of these battle groups made the already busy elven elders start to worry again, because the dragon lord's posture looked like he was going to start another war.

But in the world of Kalimdor, what other war goal is worthy of this dragon lord's preparation and so much effort?

Who else besides them elves? Those humans simply do not deserve such attention, even though their population numbers have reached millions, it is meaningless.

"What are you planning to do?"

The dependent legions were being teleported over one after another, and even the color dragons who were feasting on flesh and blood were attracted by the sight, because these dragonborn who had been endowed with the true blood of the ancestral dragons really had the power to harm them.

"Eat your food, why are you asking so many questions? Whatever the Dragon Lord asks us to do later, we brothers will do it, no nonsense!"

The blue dragon leader, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, scolded, then lowered his head and accelerated his eating speed. Although he didn't know what was going to happen, it seemed that they were going to come in handy.

"Dragon Lord!"

Each of the family commanders, each wrapped in the thick elemental light, prostrated respectfully in front of Diriel.

"It's still too little!"

Di Ruier looked at the wealth he had accumulated over the years. Each of them was regarded by him as the main legion capable of conquering the world in the future. Therefore, the standard for selecting members of these legions was to prefer excess to shortage.

Of course, a creature that can withstand a drop of his true blood and master the power of the ancestral dragon is not far behind, which leads to,

Although each of the dependents is extremely outstanding, and there are even some individuals with extremely outstanding fighting will and skills who can fight with dragons of the same level, their number is extremely rare.

The largest number is the Dragon Warriors. Under the strict selection of the Flying Dragon King Raton, to this day, the members of the Dragon Warriors are only in their early 300s.

But you must know that the number of flying dragons in Sedellin Islands has doubled now. According to Laton's report, the number of dragons has exceeded 30,000, and every dragon attendant can be said to be one of a hundred.

But even so, the average strength of the Dragon Warriors is the weakest, unable to compare with those giants, centaurs and naga who have received true blood.

There are half a hundred dragon-blooded giants, but this is already the limit. After all, the population base of ocean giants is there. Those who are qualified to receive dragon blood and survive have already stood in front of Diriel. They are not qualified. Yes, you are still not qualified. There are some things that are useless if you insist on them. On the contrary, you will lose your life.

But the dragon-blooded members who had a larger number of centaurs and Nagas transformed into them were even more unbearable, but it was understandable, after all, their racial starting point was much lower than that of the giants.

Today, there are only thirty-two dragon-blooded centaurs who can win the title of Champion Knight of the Abyss. As for the dragon-blooded Naga, there are only more than ten. However, this is also related to the fact that Naga has been under the command of Diriel for too short a time.

"Over the years that I have been sleeping, you should each have accumulated a lot of reserve members who are qualified to receive dragon blood. Bring them all here. I am here now to give them new life!"

"yes!"

Although I don’t know why His Majesty the Dragon Lord suddenly summoned them all, all the Dragon Blood Familia who have received the gift of True Blood obey all Diriel’s orders unconditionally.

Therefore, not long after, during the five years that Tyrael was sleeping, all the creatures that were selected through the Abyss Arena and considered worthy of receiving true blood were brought to Tyrael.

This was a blood donation on an unprecedented scale, because Tyrell gave forty-seven drops of true blood in just one day, under the attention of many relatives and elves.

What amazes and even scares the elves the most is that despite such exaggerated consumption, the dragon lord did not show any sign of weakness, as if the real blood he consumed was just a few drops of ordinary blood.

But every drop of blood he sheds can rebirth or destroy the creature that receives it, but most of the creatures that are deemed qualified to receive true blood have completed their transformation.

Many elves who were lucky enough or happened to witness this scene, as well as humans studying in the First Tree City, all focused their attention on the dragon-blooded creatures that had gained new life.

The sudden change of destiny with just a drop of blood made countless human eyes shine with bright luster. When they saw the majestic and sacred dragon, they were already a little fanatical, as if they had seen it with their own eyes. gods.

In front of everyone, Tyrell showed the great power of his bloodline to the elves and humans in the First Tree City, and the major battle groups that completed a small expansion made every elves and humans who witnessed it deeply moved. Shocked.

"Why aren't there any of our kind?"