Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

Altom Continent

Permafrost wilderness, frost fortress

The endless ice storm has turned this place into a veritable forbidden zone for life. When the wind and snow roar, even the white dragons and frost giants will huddle in their lairs, instead of contending with the mighty power of heaven and earth.

"It's such a nice weather today!"

Inside the fortress, the frost giant hugged the cold armor and had ferocious claw marks on his face. He stared at the hailstones flying outside the narrow window and couldn't help but sigh, feeling a little happier.

"Hopefully this storm can last a little longer."

Another frost giant came over and hummed. Outside the fortress, the hurricane that made the sky howl and the blizzard that could be called a natural disaster made the frost giants in the fortress feel more at ease than ever before.

In such a harsh climate, even the strongest predators in the permanently frozen wilderness will stay in their nests and dare not leave their nests, and the frost giants are no exception.

This kind of extreme weather, which forced giants to endure hunger, had always been disgusting to giants more than 20 years ago.

Every year, the giants turn to the priests for help, asking the high priest to predict when the storm will come and how long it will last, so they can stock up on enough food to survive the cold winter.

But now, almost every giant in this fortress is praying that this storm can last longer. After all, it is just starvation. Which giant has not been hungry when he was growing up? We have become accustomed to it, and in comparison, the conscription that may appear after the storm stops is even more terrifying.

"No matter how long the storm lasts, it will eventually stop one day. I hope it won't hit me again then."

The frost giant who spoke first had a look of fear in his eyes.

As the most primitive and largest species of giants among the giants, the brutality and bellicosity of frost giants have been engraved in their blood. For them to appear like this, they must have experienced something more terrifying than hell. battlefield.

The truth is not far off.

"The damn alliance treats us as expendables. If you ask me, the chief should have rejected them and not joined any bullshit alliance."

The other frost giant was indignant, with an inexplicable look of expectation in his eyes, but this was just to hide the deepest fear and confusion in his heart.

"Yes, haven't we killed enough white dragons? If we join the Dragon Slayer Alliance, what obligation do we have to take away so many giants to support the frontline battlefield? This is not fair at all. The alliance should support us."

"Well, although there is no accurate information, it is said that neither the dragon emperor nor the Dragon Slayer Alliance seems to have included Bai Long in the ranks of wooing or killing him."

"What? This is too much, the white dragon is also a dragon!"

As the sworn enemy of the Glacier White Dragon, the Frost Giant was actually complaining and aggrieved for the enemy that had been entangled for generations.

As a born warrior, frost giants naturally value glory the most, and for a warrior, the greatest glory is the head of a powerful enemy.

Every frost giant is proud to cut off the head of a white dragon, but when the white dragon is discriminated against, the frost giant who regards hunting the white dragon as its greatest honor is actually being despised in disguise.

"In the eyes of those legends, white dragons are not much stronger than wild beasts. It is estimated that only the few ancient white dragons in the deepest part of the wilderness can make them take a second look!"

"Is there really an ancient white dragon? I thought it was a legend."

"There must be. My grandfather saw it with his own eyes when he was young. He wouldn't lie to me."

"It's okay, it has nothing to do with us anyway."

"Sigh, I don't know how long the current chief can be in office?"

The two frost giants faced each other, frowning and sighing.

Since twenty-seven years ago, a powerful legend from beyond the wilds has descended upon Frostfortress. We spent the whole night chatting with the great chief who was known as the king of millions of frost giants in the wilderness at that time.

That night, countless but intricate large ice cracks appeared inexplicably around the fortress. When dawn the next day, the chief conveyed his will to the entire wilderness. He would lead all the frosts in the wilderness. The giant tribe officially joined the Dragon Slayer Alliance.

As its name suggests, the purpose of this alliance's existence is to exterminate the dragon clan. Therefore, no giant has any opinions on the chief's decision. After all, as a frost giant, it is commonplace to fight with white dragons on the glacier.

But what all the frost giants, including the war chief, never expected was that simply destroying the white dragon on the glacier was not enough, or in other words, it would not be counted as a contribution to the alliance.

Because the contract has been made long ago, and the binding force of the contract cannot be violated even by the legendary chief.

Therefore, the great chief at that time had to fulfill his promise and gathered 30,000 elite frost giants from the major frost giant tribes in the wilderness to follow the alliance's envoys onto the battlefield.

The Frost Giant Legion at that time was really fierce and full of ambitions. They didn't need any instigation from the chief. Everyone was impatient and couldn't wait to show the power of the Frost Giants to the world outside the wasteland immediately.

Then, news came back that the great chief was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and that the expeditionary regiment formed by elite giants selected from the major tribes had suffered more than half of its casualties.

At first, when this news came back, it was regarded as a joke and a rumor by the major tribes. But when the great chief returned to the wasteland with a group of incomplete frost giants, almost all the tribes fell into silence.

The giants who went out to fight brought back more detailed news, and for the first time the frost giant tribe in the wasteland knew the horror, or rather the horror, of the outside world.

On the battlefield where giant dragons roar and monsters rage, the advantages of being a giant are not reflected at all. In other words, it is precisely because of being a giant that they have the qualifications to step onto the battlefield and become cannon fodder.

The power that the giants were proud of in the past, the exquisite skills honed by fighting many wild beasts in the wilderness, and even hunting white dragons, seemed particularly ridiculous on the so-called dragon-slaying battlefield.

Scaled and armored dragon beasts, like the tide, surge out from the sky, from the earth, from visible directions or corners, devouring all creatures that are enemies of them.

Kill the dragon?

It’s simply dragon annihilation!

It is precisely because of this that most of the frost giants who returned have become zombie-like existences. Even if their bodies are intact and uninjured, they have lost their former energy and spirit, and their words and deeds have become submissive, cautious, and simply... Like the most timid snowshoe rabbit in the wilderness.

On a battlefield where giants had to struggle and rely on luck to survive, the warchief with legendary power was hit hard without any surprise.

If it weren't for the so-called rescue by allies, the war chief would have become a corpse now, but even so, it's not much better. It can only be said that there is still one breath left and he is just hanging.

As a result, the great chief abdicated and a new chief took over. But the real nightmare also ensues.

The newly appointed chief must also fulfill the alliance contract signed by the previous chief and the Dragon Slayer Alliance, and must implement all the terms stipulated above without any resistance or objection.

Ordinary giants don't know the specific details. They only know that the next year, at the same time, the newly appointed chief once again left the wasteland with 30,000 frost giants.

Then, extremely miserable news came back. The new chief was injured, and the frost giant army suffered tens of thousands of losses. Even the frost giants, who were famous for their iron-blooded nature, felt frightened under such casualties.

The giants who did not participate in the war simply could not understand what those of their own race who left the wilderness and joined the dragon-slaying battlefield experienced, and the giants who returned by chance were unwilling to mention it too much.

If they inadvertently touch relevant information, a considerable number of giants will even yell and enter a terrifying state of madness.

But even if they suffered such heavy losses, the frost giant tribe in the wilderness must fulfill their contract and assume their responsibilities as members of the Dragon Slayer Alliance.

There was no way to circumvent or evade the contract. The giants used all their means, but at a fixed time every year, the serving chiefs had to honestly lead the specified amount of giant legions to go to war.

In less than thirty years, the position of great chief recognized by many frost giant tribes in the wilderness has changed one after another. After the chief who signed the contract, the chief who took over was in office. The average time does not exceed five years.

This is a very scary thing, even with the simple and crude brain circuit structure of the frost giants, they are afraid of it, so the frost giants have learned to be humble.

The frost giant tribe is warlike and likes to be decorated with the blood of other creatures. Now it is extremely eager for peace to come, and is afraid of war.

There is no longer any frost giant who covets the position of great chief. As for the giant legion that must be collected every year, especially the recruitment order issued, it is regarded by many giants as an invitation to the Death Dinner - among many According to the legend of the giant tribe, once recruited, even if you are lucky enough to survive, half of your soul will be taken away by the God of Death and you will become a walking corpse.

This is an astonishing transformation. It is no exaggeration to say that after joining the Dragon Slayer Alliance, every war fought has had a profound impact on this frost giant in the wasteland.

After all, before this, no one could imagine what a group of frost giants who were afraid of war and death would look like.

"When will this war end?"

As a frost giant, he actually prayed so hopelessly for the war to end soon and for peace to come.

But with such a mentality, in today's Frost Fortress, not only will it not receive any scolding or insults, it will even attract many voices of approval and prayer.

Because of the annual recruitment war, the young and middle-aged generations of the major frost giant tribes in the wasteland have suffered heavy losses, and some weak tribes have even been expelled from the group.

However, the Dragon Slayer Alliance has no intention of slowing down the recruitment of frost giants, even if five chiefs have been replaced.

They don't care!

There are countless extraordinary racial forces similar to those encountered by frost giants. They joined the Dragon Slayer Alliance in a daze. After signing the contract, even if they found something was wrong, they were unable to break free from the shackles of the contract, or what they had to pay. The cost is to fight to the death.

When will the war end?

This is a question that neither side of the war can answer. No one knows how long this war will last and how far it will go before it ends.

"The situation is getting more and more serious. Another second-level dragon nest cluster was discovered and was broken through by a legendary team. The damage to the dragon nest reached approximately 32.5%. It is estimated that the repair time will take 14 days. As for resuming production, I am afraid it will be difficult reached its original peak production.”

"As much as you can recover."

Su Hailun, who was in charge of the Punolando war zone, could only say helplessly when he heard the bad news.

"According to the institute's calculations, at the current rate of damage to our dragon's nest, it is estimated that in another 53 years, we will lose all our advantages on the battlefield and be completely at a disadvantage."

"Can it last for so long? That's probably enough time."

Su Hailun breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Since the last time they met, Tyrell has never appeared in front of her again, even if she went to the Sedellin Islands in person. Through the abnormalities in the outside world and the mobilization of military power, she can probably guess what is going on. .

Although she complained in her heart, as a friend, all she could do was stick to her post, fulfill her duties as a consul, and protect the territory and the safety of the people.

"These guys are worse than I thought."

The conscious mind is connected with the World Tree. Through the World Tree, Diriel, who can control and understand the overall situation, couldn't help but say when he saw the many fortresses and fortresses built almost around his territory.

This promotion took him nearly thirty years, and now it has finally come to an end. Not long ago, he was able to spare some of his energy to pay attention to the developments and changes in the outside world.

"Perhaps it is also prudent. After all, they are gods. I cannot use my narrow concept of time to speculate on their behavioral patterns."

Tyrell collected his thoughts and counted the number of combat troops under his command that had been reduced over the years.

While he was sleeping, the losses under his command were also quite heavy. His partner was fine, but his Dragon Acolytes, Champion Knights, Dragon-Blooded Giants Chapter, and Naga Chapter all suffered severe losses. blow.

Among them, the Champion Knights suffered the most serious trauma. There are less than ten Champion Knights left, and they have almost reached the point of disbanding and reorganizing on the spot.

In comparison, Dirrell's high-end combat power suffered even more heavy losses. Of the twenty-eight Six-Winged Blood Angels, there are still thirteen left, and more than half of them have also been lost.

The number of five-color cologne once reached double digits, but now there are only two or three big cats and kittens left. Veronica, the green dragon mother, fell into a deep sleep because she would not be able to hold on anymore.