Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

Tyramus has been feeling very distressed recently, but not because he is arguing about policies with the paladins under his brother.

Although he thinks that the ideas of the paladins are very unrealistic and too idealistic, these guys have good intentions and are not enough to be a distress to him.

What really distresses Tyramus is that he can't use any of the undead army he brought from the cemetery. Whether in his father's palace or in his brother's territory, he has no way to summon these shadow guards, and can only make them hide in his shadow.

Because he is a golden dragon, golden dragons cannot summon undead to fight for themselves. This will not only damage his own reputation, but also hurt the reputation of his father and brother, and even damage the external impression of the entire golden dragon clan.

Of course, his father's reputation is not important, because he mastered these necromancy spells under his father's arrangement.

But even if we don't consider the reputation of nothingness, just exaggerate from a practical point of view, it is a great pity that these shadow guards can't fight for themselves.

Therefore, during this period of time, Teramus was thinking about how to solve this problem. He had a legion on standby at any time, but he could not summon them openly to serve him. When he encountered an enemy, he had to fight in person, which made him very uncomfortable.

After thinking for a long time, Teramus chose to ask his father for help. There was no way to discuss this matter with his grandparents, let alone his brother. Iliad had the blood of the heaven.

"Father, do you have any way to let me summon my undead legion openly as a golden dragon?"

After contacting his father with the help of the communication array, Teramus directly put forward the request.

"Good question!"

Hearing the request made by his youngest son, Noah couldn't help but praise.

This kid is really greedy. He wants the good reputation accumulated by the golden dragon for billions of years, and he also wants to enjoy the convenience of the undead legion.

"I don't want to hide my identity when using it."

Looking at his father's expression, Teramus added another sentence.

"Let me think about it."

Noah stretched out his dragon claws and gently tapped the metal crystal in front of him. He was planning to strengthen his weapons, so he prepared a lot of high-quality materials. In the crisp metal knocking sound, Noah soon noticed,

"Haven't you already made a round of transformation for your undead? Why not another round of transformation?"

"Another round of transformation? What should I do?"

Knowing how unreasonable and unrealistic his request was, Teramus asked in confusion. He didn't have much expectation.

"Don't you want to summon the undead to fight for you in the posture of a golden dragon? Then don't let anyone other than yourself see that you summoned the undead."

Noah gave advice.

"Do you mean to make a camouflage coat for my undead?"

Teramus felt lost and felt that he understood his father's intention.

"No, how can a mere camouflage be enough? Are you summoning the undead just for show? Who do you think will not recognize them once the battle begins?"

"Then what should I do?"

"Reform the undead under your command from the inside out. It's best to only keep the soul fire as the core driving energy, and replace all other parts."

"What is this?"

Talramus was confused by Noah's words. It sounds good, but he has no idea how to implement it.

"How could I have such a stupid offspring like you?"

Noah sighed and had to continue to explain his ideas,

"Have you ever thought of using metal machinery to replace the bodies of your undead? In this way, what you summon is a steel warrior. Who would suspect that what you summon is actually a dead soul?"

"How to deal with the breath of the dead soul..."

"This is the idea you just proposed. You can do something on the outer shell and completely seal it. At the same time, you can install a purification device inside. Once the outer shell is destroyed, the internal purification device will also be turned on to purify all the breath of the dead soul."

Noah talked freely, but Teramus frowned more and more as he listened, because what his father proposed was a conceptual idea, and it was no exaggeration to say that it was a fantasy.

If it were to be implemented in detail, Teramus would feel a headache just thinking about it. He had personally created tens of thousands of undead souls, and his understanding of the undead was not inferior to any great lich.

"Father, I would like to ask, what kind of metal can bear the soul fire of the dead?"

Talramus interrupted his father and asked seriously.

"This is your problem, not mine. I have already given you a solution."

Noah spread his two dragon claws and said irresponsibly.

He has always been like this. For any problem, he is only responsible for providing solutions and general solutions. As for the specific details, you can improve them yourself. Anyway, the paths he gives are all feasible.

"I can't do research here!"

Faced with Noah's attitude, Tyramus is of course helpless, but now even if he wants to study the specific implementation methods according to the solution given by his father, he can't do it. The environment here with his brother is too bad.

"Then you come back. I have a place suitable for you here. Don't follow your brother and cause trouble for him. It's not easy for him either."

Noah knew very well what happened after the two dragon brothers reunited. After all, he was his eldest son and was governing a country. How could he not pay any attention to it?

"All right!"

In order to bring back the shadow army that he had worked so hard to build, Tyrams only hesitated for half a quarter of an hour before making a decision. He wanted to return to his father for research. He must not let the past ten years go by. The fruits of a year's hard work are in vain.

Iliad, Angelis, and Althea were all surprised by Tyramus' sudden farewell.

"Tyra, why do you want to go back? Has anyone here made you feel wronged?"

"I'm going to my father to conduct a vital piece of research."

Tyramus still chose to tell the truth.

"You want to go back to Noah? Did he rush you? Don't worry about him, you just follow your grandmother. If he comes to hold you accountable, you let him come to me."

Althea felt sorry for her little grandson.

"No, this research is related to my future. I also want to conduct it here, but the conditions here are not enough. Only my father has enough resources for me to squander."

Tyramus explained.

"Feel sorry."

Hearing the reasons given by his brother, Iliad suddenly showed a look of shame, because in the country he governed, few spellcasters were willing to stay because it was too poor.

"Brother, what are you apologizing to me for? I don't mean to blame you, but it's just that this place is really inappropriate. Trust me, I will definitely come back to help you after I finish my research."

Tyramus took a step forward, stretched out his dragon claws, grabbed his brother's palm, and vowed with a sonorous and powerful tone,

"At that time, I will bring back an invincible army to help you defeat the six surrounding countries!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Although the golden dragon could not lie, Iliad did not take his brother's arrogant words seriously. He only regarded them as arrogant words uttered by a young boy who did not know the heights of the world. After all, he was young.

After bidding farewell to his brother and parting with his reluctant grandparents, Tyramus embarked on the teleportation array back to the Ten Thousand Dragons Palace.

When the light of the teleportation array disappeared, his father's glorious and sacred body, as huge as the mountains, appeared in front of him. Although it was not the first time he saw it, Eliade couldn't help but marvel in his heart every time. At the same time, I felt a sense of pride.

This was his father. Although he was a little harsh on him, his blood was noble, and even as a heir, he was heartbroken by him.

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"Father, I'm back."

"Well, I have two places here for you to study. The environments in the two places are completely opposite, so they will produce different routes and results."

Noah summoned a dragon spirit,

"She will take you to visit them all, and you can choose one by yourself."

"Two places? Besides Mage City, where else?"

Upon hearing his father's introduction, Tyramus was confused, but he did not continue to ask because he was about to meet him and the answer to the mystery would be revealed.

The first research site that the Dragon Fairy led him to visit was naturally the Mage City. This is the place with the strongest academic research atmosphere in the Land of the Holy Dragon. It is where the most dreamy and ambitious spellcasters from the east of the mainland gather.

Of course, there is nothing to say. Although Tyramus is not familiar with Mage City, he is not unfamiliar either.

However, although the academic atmosphere here is extremely strong and it is a first-class place to do research, the scope of research here is too broad. There is nothing that is not available here that is unexpected.

If he chooses this place, I'm afraid it will be difficult to produce results in a short time because there are so many categories and projects that need to be studied here.

"I've seen it almost. Where is the second research site suitable for me?"

After Tyramus walked around every area of ​​the Mage City from top to bottom, he looked at the dragon goblin who was leading the way and asked curiously.

"That's a new weapons experiment site that was just established in the territory. It's underground, and the researchers there are a little weird..."

Hearing the inquiry from the noble highness in front of him, the Dragon Fairy showed hesitation, but he still introduced him.

Because personally, she still hopes that His Highness can choose the Mage City, and there is no need to go to that gloomy place full of green skins and explosions. Unfortunately, Tyrams did not do what she wanted. willing,

"lead the way!"

Although he saw the strange attitude of the dragon goblin, Tyramus didn't care. It was just underground. He had even stayed in a large cemetery full of undead for eleven years. What other underground environment could be so harsh? Passing through the City of the Dead.

"Then please be prepared for protection. It is best to superimpose multiple defensive spells on your body in advance."

At the same time as the reminder, the Dragon Fairy pulled out a mithril staff, with a bitter and hateful expression on his face, and frantically applied a shield to the His Highness in front of him. The brilliant spells of brilliance made Tyram Si's expression suddenly became particularly exciting.

"Is this necessary?"

Seeing the various mage shields that weighed no less than 30 weights, Tyrams looked at the dragon goblin who was crazily stacking shields on him with some confusion.

"Alas, Your Highness, maybe you think my defense measures are a bit exaggerated now, but when you get there, you will know that no matter how much defense there is, it is far from enough."

"What exactly is that place?"

The curiosity in Teramus' heart grew wildly, and as the dragon fairy opened a portal, the son of the holy dragon found that he was back in the mountains. Looking up, he could see the palace built by his father on the highest peak of the mountain, but looking down, he could see a deep mountain stream with no bottom.

"This is the entrance. When you go down, please prepare for the impact!"

"Okay."

With his curiosity burning, Teramus entered the abyss in the mountain, and as he went deeper, he noticed a slight roar and vibration from deep underground.

"Is this an experimental weapon? For a weapon that causes damage through vibration and impact, shouldn't the research site be built on the surface? Why is it set up underground?"

The stone walls that flashed by on both sides made Teramus aware of the abnormality.

"Your Highness, this is not a research site for weapons that cause damage through explosions. The explosion is just an accident caused by the research!"

"What are they researching? How could there be an explosion?"

When the question was just asked, the falling Tairamus suddenly felt his body tighten suddenly, an invisible ripple passed by, and then a heavy steel door flashed before his eyes.

Before Tairamus could savor his physical experience just now, the son of the Holy Dragon was shocked by what he saw in front of him.

"Is this just a weapons research site?"

Everything he saw was made of cold metal. This was a world built of metal, hidden deep underground, just below his father's palace.

"Yes, all the research here is carried out around it!"

The Dragon Fairy pointed to the center of the steel world. It was a steel giant that was hundreds of meters tall, but his body was incomplete.

Countless steel structures surround this steel giant, like cages and shackles. Green figures move on them, discussing something in a fierce tone.

Amid the explosions and roars that sound from time to time, these humblest beings in the wilderness and jungle bloom with a completely different brilliance at this moment.

"Is that a goblin?"

Talramus' tone was filled with unconcealed surprise.

"Yes, if you choose to stay here, then you have to call these goblins teachers."