Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

A thick mist of blood floated in the air, and the mud beneath his feet could no longer tell whether it was blood-soaked soil or corpses that had been trampled into mincemeat.

Phew~

Taiya, who was holding a two-handed sword, took a deep breath, and her mouth was full of blood, as if she had taken a sip of foul-smelling blood, and spit it out heavily.

Looking around, what he saw was a mountain of corpses piled together with the bodies of centaurs and dozens of corpses wearing broken magic-patterned weapons.

After all, she won the final victory in this encirclement and suppression battle, but victory was inevitable. She did not feel the slightest bit proud of it, or even the slightest bit happy.

Because she was commanding 30,000 centaurs, and she was fighting against the Demon Pattern Armed Knights, whose number was only in their early thirties. Thirty thousand versus thirty, even if they put a pig in command, they could still win.

Her dragon husband supported her with 30,000 wild centaurs. Although there was not a soul-level being among them, there were quite a few gold-level elites, almost reaching a ratio of one hundred to one. In other words, she had Three hundred gold-level troops.

With such a huge advantage, any commander can win the battle regardless of casualties. The Soul Level is certainly powerful, but on the battlefield, if you fight to the death, you will be killed by endless enemies.

The only fatal disadvantage was the imbalance of high-end combat power. As the commander, she was the only soul-level warrior, while the Demon Pattern Armed Knights had two soul-level warriors.

So after learning the enemy's intelligence, her first reaction was to ask her dragon husband for high-end combat support, but the devil who came to convey his will told her not to worry about casualties.

As a result, such a tragic battlefield appeared in front of her. As the commander, she personally set foot on the battlefield and restrained one soul level, while the other soul level could only let the gold level troops use their lives to delay the containment. .

And even those knights with magic patterns who seem to have the same power level as centaurs, as wearers, they are carefully selected elites. Coupled with the blessing of weapons, centaurs of the same level are not theirs at all. opponent.

What's more, the cooperation between these knights is not comparable to that of the centaurs. Even if the centaurs have the advantage of intelligence information provided by the devil, they have already completed the siege of them, but in this pursuit and annihilation battle, they have also sacrificed The battle losses were as high as three to one, or even five to one.

Therefore, even if they won the final victory, Taiya's face was very ugly, because the casualties paid by the Centaur were too heavy.

Even without counting, she could see that the number of gold-level centaurs damaged had exceeded a hundred, not to mention those weaker centaurs. The casualties caused by the unchecked soul-level knight were too tragic. .

"Why sit back and watch all this happen? Even if you randomly send a soul-level dependent, these centaurs will not suffer such heavy casualties."

After the battlefield was cleaned and all the corpses were cleared out, Taiya could no longer hold back and angrily found Tyrell, the dragon lord who was thinking about how to distribute carrots.

"Your Highness Taiya, please pay attention to your identity and words. The commander-in-chief is responsible for the casualties caused by a war. It seems inappropriate for you to shirk responsibility because of poor results."

The dragon's loyal slave, the Hell Demon Monte, spoke at this moment.

"Shut up, the same goes for you, if you take action..."

Taiya already knows what the nature of this guy dressed as a human is? Therefore, she did not hide the disgust and rejection in her eyes.

"Do you know how many legends are looking here and observing me?"

Tyrell lowered his head and looked at Tai Ya, who came to question him in an aggressive manner.

"how many?"

The female knight's originally full of angry momentum suddenly stagnated. At this time, she remembered that the dragon clan in front of her was under far greater pressure than she imagined.

"Not many, there are only eleven at the moment."

Tyrell's tone was understated. The number of legends was really extremely rare for ordinary creatures, but from a national perspective, it was too many.

"Eleven Legends."

Taiya suddenly fell silent. Compared with the legendary confrontation, what she faced was nothing, because it was a must-win war, but she still had something to say,

"If we can send a giant, even just a few flying dragons, centaurs..."

"Then what use do I need them for?"

Tyrell stared at this somewhat naive female knight. Perhaps her father protected her very well, even though he himself had fallen.

"Do I look like the Centaur Guardian God? I have protected them for many generations. This is just the first war. Facing an enemy that can be defeated, I don't think it is necessary to send soul-level relatives to protect them. Escort, you can ask and see if those centaurs have any complaints."

Tyrell didn't care about the battle damage caused by Taiya. What he needed was a legion that could fight well for him on the battlefield of the Great Plains, not a group of centaur babies who needed his care at any time.

He is not a nanny!

"These centaurs are already very brave, and their performance on the battlefield is completely worthy..."

Taiya still wanted to argue that the imbalance of high-level combat power and the generation difference in equipment were the main reasons for the Centaur's heavy casualties.

"If you definitely want to accuse me and find out my mistakes, then my only mistake is to overestimate your combat power. You have the best breathing method, enjoy the best resources, and wear the best equipment. , but you can’t fight one against two.”

"I……"

Taiya's breathing was stagnant. This accusation really left her speechless. Although she killed the two soul-level knights wearing magic pattern weapons, she only stopped them during the fight. After killing one of them, the centaurs can only hold on to the second one at the cost of their lives.

"I don't have anything to say. I just went to train those centaurs. After a bloody battle, their understanding of themselves should have changed a lot. I will make up for the losses in this battle."

Dirrell watched the whole battle, so he could see the problems of the Centaur itself. The reason why this war was so ugly was not only due to the lack of high-end combat power and poor equipment generation.

There is basically no cooperation between the people and horses. People and horses on the same island will know how to help, but people and horses on different islands are simply impossible to see.

But this is something that cannot be solved in a short time. Only through war after war can this primitive geographical barrier be eliminated.

And an elite army can only be tempered through the most brutal wars. It is afraid of casualties and timid in battle. Such an army, no matter how high the quality of its soldiers and how good the equipment, is still mud that will collapse at the touch of a finger. Useless.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Seeing the speechless female knight leaving with a face full of remorse, the Hell Demon Monte praised sincerely, because he found that this dragon master really won his heart, and did not have the metal dragon clan's problem of being too kind and weak.

In his opinion, slaves who are of no use should just die. Living is a waste of land resources.

"Don't tell me such useless nonsense here. When will the remaining two knights surrender?"

Tyrell looked at this big devil with cold eyes. There is no need to give this kind of guy a good look, just push him as much as he can. The more he pushes, the more efficient this guy will be.

Half a month passed, and related to his battle at the border of the Jotun Knight Country, various true or false news began to spread in the northern part of the continent.

People and forces who are well-informed know that all three of the original legends of the Jotun Knights have had problems, fallen, disappeared, and escaped.

But this does not mean that the Kingdom of Jotun Knights has become a belly that can be slaughtered by others, because there is a powerful legendary dragon that has replaced the three legends and is trying to take over everything.

The reason used was also high-sounding and impossible to criticize - the discovery of a legendary devil that had been hiding in the Kingdom of Jotun for many years.

The dragon, full of justice, suspected that the devil had created a large number of Hellbloods. In order to maintain peace, he decided to temporarily stay in this country until all the hidden dangers left by the devil were cleared away.

Anyone with a little bit of brains can see what this giant dragon is planning. Of course, there are also many people who firmly believe in the reasons used by the dragon. They really believe that this dragon clan is to safeguard fairness and justice and attack evil.

But whether you believe it or not, the giant dragon has made up such a high-sounding reason, and no blind guy jumps out to question it.

Questioning the Dragon Clan's reasons is tantamount to questioning the strength possessed by this Dragon Clan. No Legend wants to face the Dragon Clan's wrath directly without involving fundamental interests.

"You only need to give me three more days, and I will be able to place the chief knights of these two knights or their heads in front of you."

His plain tone was full of strong confidence, which was the result of his hundreds of years of secret operation.

If he hadn't encountered an extraordinary existence like God Riel, an ordinary force or an ordinary legend, even if he had discovered his traces or even captured his true body, he would have ended up being strangled by the force he had been running for many years.

Being able to act in the name of the First Knight no longer needs to take into account anyone else, but only needs to focus on the interests of this dragon. This is more free than before. The former First Knight was extremely wary of him and was wary of him everywhere.

"Then I'll give you three days."

Tyrell naturally had plenty of time at this time, but he did not change his view of the big demon because of this, and even decided to take a closer look at him.

Striving for power and playing tricks is the nature of this kind of evil creature. If you relax to this kind of guy and delegate power to him at will without setting up supervision, even with the ring of control, Tyrell will feel that he It will be ignored in some aspects.

He now needs the name of the First Knight to gather the major forces of the Jotun Knights. He also needs the underground forces run by this big devil, such as the information channels he controls.

But such dependence can only be temporary after all. He cannot rely on him forever. He must gradually place people who will definitely obey and be loyal to him in various positions in this knight country.

Of course, he could also go the other way and make the outstanding elites from all positions in this knight country loyal to him wholeheartedly.

This point, in Di Ruier's view, is also the most practical. There is no doubt about the allure of the true blood of the ancestral dragons. It can be directly transformed into legends who are in need, let alone humans under legends.

The superior-subordinate relationship established by relying on blood as a link can be said to be the most stable. Even if the mind wants to betray, the body will not agree.

As for how to select humans who are qualified to receive the gift of true blood, it is also not difficult. The Jotun Knight Kingdom itself has a passable education and promotion system.

Knight Academy!

Children of appropriate age are tested every year, and those with outstanding qualifications are selected to enter the academy to learn breathing techniques. After passing tests, they are continuously selected and eliminated until qualified knights are cultivated.

As long as Diriel slightly changes this system and replaces the end-point reward of promotion with the true blood of the ancestral dragon, it will only last for ten or twenty years at most, and the entire country will have no choice but to follow him, because the top level is all filled with flowing dragons. Bloody humans.

The butt determines the head!

However, in order to achieve this, he must first maintain a stable environment. Otherwise, in the midst of turmoil, humans seeking survival will choose to escape.

Just leave this kind of thing to the high-spirited knight lady. He can teleport all the centaurs from the Sedellin Islands.

One million centaurs, all the people are soldiers. Even if you exclude the old, young, women and children, there are still 200,000 to 300,000 young men who can be recruited. Without the intervention of Legend, no country's army can stop the centaurs of this size.

The soul level does exist. It has the power of one enemy. When it goes all out, it can cause changes in the sky and terrain. However, no matter how special it is, it is still a living being, and as long as it is a living being, it will naturally be fearful and afraid. Standing in front of such a torrent is simply seeking death.

Of course, all the costs of transporting the centaurs are supplied by the Kingdom of Jotun Knights. The same goes for the food. If there is not enough, what should I do if I don’t need to eat it?

Then you can only go to the neighboring homes to have a look, as courtesy is reciprocated.

During the period of decline, surrounding neighbors took advantage of the chaos to invade, harass the frontiers, and plunder resources. When they recovered and had the strength to fight, they would naturally have to take back what was originally taken away and collect some interest.

The struggle between countries is like this. There is no good, evil or truth to speak of. In other words, strength is the truth, and weakness is the original sin.

Take advantage of me when I am weak, bully me, oppress me, take me away, then when I recover, I will retaliate all these, don't call out, don't complain, everything is my own fault.