Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

The area has expanded to a vast half-plane of one million square kilometers. With the return of the King of Divine Trees, it suddenly shook gently. Countless elements cheered and jumped, thunder shuttled in the storm, and the majestic fog surged, and then It turned into heavy rain and fell again.

The boiling of the elements only lasted for a moment, and then calmed down. The demiplane of World Tree has long been accustomed to the king of the sacred tree coming in and out from time to time. Even the elemental power of the ancestor dragon, which is almost comparable to that of the ancestor, cannot make much waves. .

Eee~

As the dragon-horned elves flew from all directions, the elemental turmoil caused by Diril's return was completely calmed down.

"White blade!"

Dirrell allowed the dragon spirits to fly up and down on his body, cleaning up the elemental clusters between his scales. This was a major trouble that arose after his elemental power grew day by day. The elements would spontaneously gather overly concentrated energy towards him. The elements condensed into substantial crystals, causing discomfort to his body.

However, the elemental dragon elves are particularly fond of his special products, because it can promote their growth and accelerate the concentration of their self-awareness and the growth of spiritual wisdom.

"Your Majesty the Dragon Lord!"

Dark green air flow swept in from all directions, and then converged into a whirlpool in front of Tyrell. A middle-aged mage with gray hair jumped out of the whirlpool with a wooden staff while rolling on the ground.

"Ask him for all the information he knows, without restricting you from using any means."

Tyrell waved his hand and threw the demon warlock soul he had just drawn out to the mage in front of him who was gradually regaining his youth.

This guy didn't delve into any life-extending spells, nor did Tyrell give him any gifts. He just lived under the World Tree all year round, and his body and soul gradually regained their vitality.

A more accurate description is that his life span is extending due to the influence of the World Tree. This is not a simple extension of life span, but involves changes in the essence of life.

From a larger perspective, this spellcaster brought back from another world by Tyrell is being assimilated by the World Tree, and has changed from an independent and free biological individual to a dependent family member of the World Tree.

However, what seems to be an extremely special and overbearing assimilation is actually very enjoyable and surprising for the assimilated people. No one likes to grow old.

Even if you are an extremely outstanding spell caster, when your life comes to an end and the scythe of death hangs over your head, you are already very good if you can use spells to hang the scythe and maintain your life. Sometimes you will have to pay an extremely heavy price.

Now, you don't need to do anything, you just need to quietly study the magic, and your life will naturally be extended. Is there anything more beautiful than this?

Although the color of the skin began to become strange, wood-like lines appeared, and the hair began to become woody, but compared with what was obtained, these abnormal changes were nothing at all.

"yes."

Looking at the souls falling in front of him, Bai Ren cast a self-developed spell with ease. A wooden chain stretched out from the void, and soon bound the broken souls with confused eyes and dull expressions tightly.

"How's the Shadow Guard research going?"

On this rare trip back, Di Ruier did not forget to ask about the progress of the projects he had assigned.

As early as two and a half years ago, this mage passed the test he set, transformed what he had learned into another system, adapted to the new environment, and also introduced new things, which made Dirrell regard him with special regard and entrust him with it. heavy responsibility.

Create an army of shadows!

Because the demiplane of World Tree is located on the world of Kallos, and the rules of the world are exactly the same, it can communicate with the shadow dimension belonging to the world of Kallos and conduct experimental research on shadows.

The environment is even more impeccable. This is definitely a research holy place for spell casters. The only thing missing is materials, that is, souls!

Every soldier who makes up the Shadow Legion has independent thinking and wisdom, and is not a simple magical creation. Therefore, the fastest way to form a Shadow Legion is to transform it with the soul of a native intelligence species.

Dirrell, whose forces are gradually spreading to the ocean, is naturally not short of souls. For him, this is the easiest and cheapest resource to obtain.

What is the most numerous and endless thing on the sea?

pirate!

This is an ancient profession that was born when ocean trade emerged. No matter what stage the world develops and what powerful forces are targeting it, these guys will always exist.

The killing is endless and the destruction is endless. To a certain extent, it can be said to be endless and never ending. For a force led by a bronze dragon, it is only natural to take the initiative to fight against pirates.

As for the final whereabouts and fate of these pirates who were captured alive, no one cares about them, and almost no one pays attention to their souls. Not many pirates have faith, and even if they do, most of them are superficial. Believers will not attract the attention of gods at all.

"Your Majesty, I have initially refined some shadow soldiers and are waiting for your review!"

Hearing Di Ruier's inquiry, Bai Ren's spirit was immediately lifted. He had worked hard and studied for so long, and finally waited for the opportunity to show off.

Although the existence in front of him was extremely terrifying, after so many years of contact, he also discovered that this existence was actually quite generous, especially towards a capable person like him.

"Yeah, call him out and have a look."

Tyrell became interested. If he could possess an army of shadows, then if something like today happened again, he would be able to catch that guy out in a short time and would not let him run away in front of him at all.

"Please enjoy it!"

Bai Ren bowed slightly, and the shadows under his feet suddenly began to surge and spread in all directions. The viscous black liquid extended upwards and soon shaped into different shapes. Each one was unique and different.

"It looks good, but why do they all remain the same as when they were alive?"

Tyrell glanced at the shadow guards transformed from pirate souls. These unlucky ones transformed into shadow creatures had green light shining in their eyes, and their physical appearance remained the same as before. You can even see the fine snake scales on the face of a pirate with snake blood, which is unnecessary.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, after my research, I found that only souls at least at the third level of Silver can withstand the erosion of the power of shadow. Souls above this level have certain special characteristics, so after completing the shadow transformation, To be able to maintain the same look as before.”

"Can't we unify?"

The scales between Tyrell's brows wrinkled slightly. If the appearance cannot be unified, then what does the shadow army he established look like? All kinds of guys, a motley crew!

"This is a bit difficult, please give me some more time!"

Bai Ren, who was still waiting for the reward, suddenly stiffened slightly, and then hot sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Take your time, don't be in a hurry, just ask me if you have any requests."

Dirrell saw the embarrassment and depressed expression of this mage, his face softened slightly, and the dragon power that naturally diffused from his body became much weaker.

"You have made some progress in your research this time, and you deserve to be rewarded. What do you want?"

"Your Majesty, I am very satisfied to be able to conduct research here."

Bai Ren hesitated for a moment and did not make a request to Dirrell. Instead, he chose to be humble.

Because he has long discovered that in this vast space, apart from him and this dragon, there is no third normal creature. What is there to be dissatisfied with such an honor?

"I ask you to put forward conditions, so you should think about it carefully and then propose it. You have no desires and no demands. Do you want to be a sage here?"

Dirrell smiled, but after hearing his words, Bai Ren felt a chill rising from his tailbone and going straight to his forehead.

"Your Majesty, I do have a very excessive request, but my current achievements are not enough, so I want to wait until I successfully create a shadow army that meets all your requirements before I ask for your reward."

Bai Ren shied away again.

"You can tell!"

Tyrell behaved very tolerantly;

"You have shown me your ability. I believe you can produce the results I want. Therefore, I may be able to cash in early and enable you to produce results earlier."

"I want Black Dragon Tiko!"

Bai Ren gritted his teeth.

"Black Dragon Tiko? Is this its name?"

Tyrell's eyes narrowed slightly. If the mage hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten that there was a black dragon suppressed under the roots of the World Tree.

At first, he regarded this dragon as a living material that could be continuously regenerated. However, as his strength gradually became stronger and the direction of his research also changed, this black dragon was gradually forgotten by him and left behind. .

"It seems that you got along well with this dragon while I was away. What's up? Have you become friends with him?"

If you think about it carefully, it is not surprising that such a result would occur. After all, although the World Tree demiplane is vast, normal creatures can be counted on the fingers. Although there are many dragon elves, these little guys are not spiritual enough. Their play is similar to coaxing children, not only hurting the brain, but also hurting the body if not careful.

"No, how could I become friends with your enemy? I just think it is a very good experimental material. I want to conduct a shadow transformation experiment on it. I want to try whether a creature with a complete flesh and blood soul can be transformed. Become a shadow creature!”

Bai Ren's whole body was agitated, and he immediately explained loudly.

"Don't be nervous, it's not qualified, let alone my enemy. Since you want it, I'll give it to you, but only if you use it to successfully conduct a shadow transformation experiment and turn it into a shadow creature."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Bai Ren was in high spirits.

"Dig out the information I need as early as possible."

"I won't keep you waiting too long."

Because he continues to conduct shadow experiments with the souls of pirates, Bai Ren can be said to be a master in the forbidden field of souls. Even demons and demons who are born to torture souls will be inferior to him in some aspects.

Torturing the soul and searching for the required information from the broken soul body was a piece of cake for him, and he got the result.

"The name of this soul is...it comes from the Bultan Kingdom in the Sukrit Continent and belongs to the Devil Warlock Family in the Kingdom..."

Bai Jian reported the information he collected in detail. In his description, Tyrell had a clear understanding of part of the power that the hell demon had developed over the past hundred years.

This man comes from a warlock family that inherits the hell bloodline. Because they know that their own bloodline has too many taboos, this family acts extremely low-key. They hide in secret and support many nobles to serve them.

According to the memory of this warlock, he has come into contact with more than twenty nobles who were controlled and influenced by the family. Nearly half of them were fiefdom nobles with real power. Although they were small and medium-sized nobles, when they united, they also A force that cannot be underestimated.

People who come into contact with it suddenly may be startled, but to Tyrell, it is completely insignificant information and useless.

"Is there no news related to the Hell Fiend?"

"He only knows that the family's bloodline comes from a great being who is still active in the material world. They respect him as the ancestor, and the ancestor is everywhere. Any family member who awakens the bloodline of hell may be inspired by the ancestor. "

"This guy really knows how to play!"

Dirrell feels a little headache. A legendary demon is hiding behind the scenes, manipulating the development of the Warlock family. It is almost impossible to find him out by following the clues. At present, it is almost impossible.

"no solution anymore!"

It is difficult to find out such a big devil with conventional means. The methods that Di Ruier can think of can also be thought of by the Hell Demon, so he can only use unconventional means.

Temple of the Void

Dirrell came here again. When he stepped onto the altar, pillars of light rose into the sky, turning into mighty rivers of light, and finally converged into a vortex that penetrated time and space.

"Wine, give me another bottle of rum!"

In the dim bar, a drunkard full of alcohol could be seen. He was lying on the bar like a defeated dog with no fighting spirit, reaching out to the bartender and asking for a drink.

"You have no money, Captain!"

"Who said I have no money? I still have a lot of gold coins..."

The drunkard reached for his arms, but after groping for a long time, except for a compass, he couldn't find anything valuable.

Pa~

The captain's hat on his head almost fell off, and the drunkard slipped to the side and slammed the compass in his hand on the bar.

"The compass of destiny owned by the most legendary captain on the sea. Its pointer always points to what you want most. I will exchange it for a bottle of rum!"

"A captain who trades his compass for wine deserves to be called a legend?"

A mocking voice full of sarcasm sounded. The bartender stretched out his tentacles and rolled up the ordinary-looking compass. At the same time, another tentacle pushed an oak wine glass that was almost overflowing with foam towards the drunken man.

"Because you are so pitiful, I will accept this compass. In my eyes, it is only worth half a glass of rum. The rest will be given to you as a gift to this poor bastard."

"I can pay for his drinks. Can you give me this compass?"

At this time, Tyrell, who had remained silent and stared for a while, finally spoke up. Rolling up the compass, the tentacles that were about to be withdrawn paused. Then, the eyes on the tentacles opened and looked at Tyrell.

"A very wealthy guest, but why don't you come here yourself and have a drink?"