Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"What is this?"

The old mage looked up at the huge tree that could not be seen to the end. When he was just thrown out, he thought he was under a cliff. But now when he raised his head, he found that it was just the well-developed root system of a towering tree.

Every scene and object here was full of shock to him, and it also made him truly feel his own weakness. This reminded him that he had just come into contact with black energy magic, but had not yet learned it. When mastered.

"What the hell is this place?"

After finally recovering from the impact of the World Tree saplings, and only circling half a circle nearby, the old mage's eyes widened again. He saw a bunch of ferocious and terrifying evil creatures. Their appearance was no less ferocious than Those demon lords.

If it were just like this, it would certainly not be enough to scare a black energy wizard, but what really frightened him was that these terrifying looking evil monsters were all firmly imprisoned by unknown magic circles at this moment.

They were made into embryos and used as vessels, and then they gave birth to extremely evil weapons. Even from a great distance, he could feel the tyranny of these evil spirits.

"How terrible!"

This time the old mage didn't even think about going over to take a look, and turned around and left. He knew too well that even getting close to some things would be a disaster.

What's more, now that he has lost most of his power, he still has to figure out how to restore the effectiveness of the magic spell he mastered.

After looking around, Bai Ren did not dare to run far, and finally ran to the pool where the dragon was sleeping, and stayed there honestly. Everything here was too strange to him, even compared to the bizarre and bizarre scenery. The shadow realm terrifies him.

However, this old mage did not realize his own specialness. He was the first outsider to enter this demiplane other than the controller since its creation.

Of course, Di Ruier didn't think too much at the time and fished the person over easily. However, after bringing the person over, he didn't want to put him back again. After seeing the World Tree, he still wanted to go out and dream. Woolen cloth.

Tyrell, who did it casually, lay down in the spring of life provided by the World Tree and fell asleep soundly. His seemingly tragic injury was healed in only half a day with the nourishment of the spring of life and the support of the blood food in his belly. Almost recovered.

All the broken scales fell off, and new scales grew out quickly, becoming stronger over time.

As for the broken bones and torn flesh, they are the first to heal. The vitality of the ancestor dragon will never be inferior to that of any living creature if it has sufficient energy supply.

This deep sleep lasted for seven days and eight nights. For normal dragons, this time is not even enough to take a nap, but for Tyrell, who has maintained the habit of short-lived species for a long time, this is already enough time. Quite a long time.

Although he could continue to sleep, he still opened his eyes when he was recovering from his injuries. The originally bright golden dragon eyes now returned to the azure color of the midsummer blue sky, with a quiet and natural aura flowing through him.

Roar~

Accompanied by the sound of the water flowing, a majestic head poked out of the water and let out a majestic dragon roar full of comfort. The sound spread throughout the World Tree demiplane in an instant.

The World Tree rustled as the King of Divine Trees woke up, and also made a joyful sound, and the elements of this demiplane also became excited because of this.

The changes in the elements immediately woke up the old mage Bai Jian who was meditating on the side. Before Di Ruil noticed him, he had already rolled and crawled to Di Ruil.

"What are your orders?"

The old mage, who has tried many times but still inevitably lost part of his power, now regards the existence in front of him as a life-saving straw. The only thing he hopes now is that this existence can send him back.

"Bai Ren, are you still able to conduct research on the Shadow Corps now?"

Tyrell glanced at it and discovered something strange about the old mage. The power he possessed was declining at a slow but steady rate.

However, this decline is not caused by the changes in the world. On the contrary, this change is caused by the loss of a lot of power that did not belong to him in the first place, so he is weak.

Normally, in the demiplane dominated by the World Tree, the environment is more suitable for spellcasters.

Any qualified spellcaster who comes here should feel that all aspects begin to slowly and steadily increase, rather than weaken. If it becomes weak, it means that everything you learned before is problematic and you should overturn it and start over.

"I should be able to."

Bai Ren hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth.

"No, I don't think you can."

Tyrell shook his head and directly denied the old guy.

"You have not adapted to the environment here, so you are not suitable for any magic research."

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Looking up at the golden-scaled dragon that stuck its head out of the water and asked him, Bai Ren couldn't help but feel a little confused in his eyes.

You think I can’t do it anymore, so what else do you ask? Do you think it's fun to tease him?

"I have some basic spell books here. I will give you a month to master them and return them to your original level. If you can't do it..."

Tyrell smiled at Bai Ren. Just when the old mage was feeling uneasy, he suddenly heard a sound that made him feel like he was struck by lightning.

"You can just get under the tree and use it as fertilizer, and I won't bury you."

"……yes."

The situation was stronger than the others, and he had to bow his head. There was no room for struggle and resistance. Bai Ren could only admit his defeat honestly and took the few spell books thrown by Tyrell.

This is indeed very basic content, and it can even be said to be too basic, because this is a textbook compiled by the elves for humans to come into contact with and learn spells.

However, Dirrell believes that these basic books are enough for the old mage. If he cannot rely on these foundations to reconstruct the knowledge he has mastered.

Then there is no need for him to exist. Anyway, this guy is also a black energy wizard. According to the judgment of the paladin, he is the guy who deserves to be cut into pieces.

"You keep an eye on him, don't let him be lazy, and don't let him run around."

Tyrell's eyes then shifted to the elemental elves surrounding him because of his awakening, and he gave serious instructions.

Although they have the same appearance and similar power, the elemental elves, whose number is less than two hundred, have been divided into two distinct factions. One of the factions is the elemental elves who followed him on a trip to another world. His temperament has completely changed from before.

The other faction was naturally the innocent faction. They followed the emotions shown by the World Tree, laughing and silly, busying up and down on Di Ruier's body, cleaning up all kinds of debris and blood clots in the gaps between the scales.

These guys are the typical guys who are sold and can still smile and count money for others. But again, these little guys are not stupid, they just have too little experience. As long as you take them outside for a walk, they will grow up sooner or later.

"Go out and have a look."

Tyrell, who disappeared for a while without any prior instructions, returned to the Sedelin Islands.

It didn't take long for him to disappear. Although he used the power of the World Tree to wander around other worlds, even including the time when he came back to sleep, it was less than twenty days.

This period of time did not have any impact on the order of the Sedelling Islands at all, because Tyrell had been out of touch on the Sedelling Islands for a long time, and the order of the islands did not change in any way because of Tyrell's disappearance. , everything is in order.

Everything is proceeding step by step. Centaurs, Nagas, and flying dragons are all training desperately in order to obtain the qualifications to enter the Abyss Arena, and then use the corpses of demons one after another to strive for the highest honor in the arena. And True Blood Gift launched an attack.

The Abyss Arena is undoubtedly the bloodiest place in the archipelago. Life is disappearing in it every moment, including demons, but most of them are creatures who are eager to change their destiny.

For every creature that successfully obtains the gift of true blood, there are hundreds of losers of the same race behind them, and a considerable number of them have turned into corpses.

This is a cruel and bloody road to promotion, but no one feels inappropriate because the road is chosen by themselves. No one forces them, and no matter who they are, they can choose to give up at any time.

With only a few dragonborn who had received the gift of true blood aware of it, Tyrell inspected the islands and then returned to the civilized world dominated by short-lived species.

Unlike the slow-paced archipelago, Punolando Port has undergone many changes in this short period of time. The city's territory has further expanded. Needless to say, Tyrell also noticed that there are many more people in the city. Hidden breath.

The consequences of the crazy expansion of cities will naturally bring about many disadvantages. The inflow of immigrants is by no means only young people who want to seek development, and small traders who want to get rich. There will always be followers of evil gods among this group. Doomsday sects, and some other weird stuff.

"I've only been gone for a few days? So many things have come in? Do you think I don't exist?"

With a casual sweep of Di Ruier's dragon eyes, he discovered that the city that had just been clean for a short period of time had many new places where filth could hide in the city in less than a month since he left.

hold head high--

Unlike in the Sedellin Islands, Di Rui did not have any cover for his return. He showed his presence in the sky unscrupulously, accompanied by the loud roar of the dragon, and the shining dragon wings of thunder swept across the sky.

Amidst the fear and panic in the entire city, a huge, sacred and majestic dragon flew past at low altitude. Hundreds of flying dragons also appeared at this moment, rushing into the sky and flying under the dragon's wings. They consciously formed a queue behind them, tracking their master and patrolling the sky over the city.

In the offshore ports, giants appeared one after another, holding tridents, paying high respect to the storm lord they followed. And beside the giants, there were also inconspicuous ones compared to them. Naga.

At this moment, Lord Punolando returned to his territory. Even if this method hindered the operation of the entire city, no one dared to say a word.

"How courageous!"

Just after circling around the city, Tyrell did not enter the city. He let out a sneer and flew to the temporary palace under the Orpheus Mountains. The palace of the dragons was still under construction.

"Let me tell you, this dragon lord will never destroy a city casually again. The previous city did not belong to him. Everything now is built with his efforts."

"That's bullshit. You said that this kind of legendary dragon will not come back for decades after leaving, but what is this now? It's only been a few days?"

"I didn't expect that he would be gone for such a short time."

"Let's go and buy a boat ticket. We can't stay here any longer."

"Where to go?"

"Go wherever you want, as long as you can leave in the shortest time."

When Tyrell's figure disappeared from the sky, the whole city suddenly fell into a brief riot. The price of departure tickets soared in a very short period of time.

Not many people with ulterior motives think that they can escape the gaze of a legendary dragon after entering the city.

Of course, there are still many confident cultists. Even if they see that their master has returned, they still dare to carry out the ongoing plan.

"Dirrell, you are finally back. Where did you go before? Why can't I contact you?"

Not long after Di Ruier returned to his palace, the golden dragon Su Hailun hurriedly came to find him.

"I took a trip to another world and had a great meal."

Tyrell truthfully told him that after he woke up, his size had increased slightly. This was because only a small part of the food in his stomach was digested.

"You went to Kalimdor? What were you doing there?"

Su Hailun just thought that Tyrell had gone to a colony in another world, and after complaining a few words, she talked about the problem of Punolando.

"Let's not talk about this for now. Do you know how many cultists poured into Prolando when you left without saying anything in advance?"

"It's only been less than a month. How many people can come in? Besides, aren't there still paladins?"

"It's impossible for the paladins to screen everyone. Their energy is limited, and they also have their own things to do. Your city has too many floating people."

"That's true."

Tyrell nodded. He is now more and more urgent about the needs of the Shadow Corps. He needs a monitoring network that can monitor the city and even more distant areas.

"Tell me about the cultists. I noticed them when I just came back."

"Have you noticed? Then have you noticed how many of the cultists are praying to you?"

"Um?"

When Di Ruier heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then a very famous sect rang out,

"Dragon Cult?"

As the top race, dragons naturally easily attract admirers, and these worshipers will even worship dragons as gods. This often leads to the formation of sectarian organizations that are not recognized by the Orthodox Church.

Because of the Platinum Dragon God, the Metal Dragon Clan will not have anything to do with these dragon-worshipping cultists. It is often the Color Dragon Clan who, in order to satisfy their own ambitions, will use these sects to accomplish their goals.

"No, it's the Dragon Sexual Cult!"

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