Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

The dragon-killing war that lasted for thirty years ended with the awakening of the Dragon King, and the world of Carlos finally ushered in peace that would last for an unknown period of time.

The survivors who survived the war and were not liquidated by the Dragon King's anger raised their heads. All they could see was the barren land, and the pale bones spread like brocade to the end of the horizon.

The noisy villages, prosperous towns, collapsed castles, and dried-up rivers of the past were all swallowed up by the cold silence, like rows of tombstones standing on the earth, lying quietly in the dust of time, waiting for the arrival of the final dusk.

"Eddie, the sun is about to set, let's go back quickly, otherwise it will be too late."

The slightly panicked voice echoed in the wilderness full of dead bones. Several skinny and short figures, in the afterglow of the setting sun, ran towards a settlement in the wilderness like frightened rabbits.

The night is scary, and when the war that lasted for thirty years ended, the night became even more terrifying. When the sun went down, the earth would turn into a paradise for the dead, and all living things would retreat.

This is the residual impact of the war that swept the world. The ecology of the entire world has changed because of this, negative energy has surged, and the earth is like the underworld.

"Don't panic, we can definitely get home before the sun goes down."

The scales dotted on their bodies reflect the light of the setting sun. Even though they are only half-grown children, they run faster than cheetahs.

Dragon Veins

This is what they rely on to scavenge in the dangerous wasteland of bones even though they are not yet adults, because even in the daytime, in some dark places where the sun cannot illuminate, there are still powerful dead activities.

Click~

Click~

When the sun sank from the horizon, before it completely sank, there was still residual light flickering above the sky, but the white bone arms couldn't wait to stretch out from the ground.

Dots of flames lit up in various places in the wilderness, but these flames could not bring people a sense of security and warmth, only gloom and terror.

Because it was the soul fire burning in the skull, whether it was pale, green, or blue, it represented one after another of the dead who had extreme hatred for living beings and were full of desire for flesh and blood.

"Hurry! Faster!"

"After the sun sets, the gate of the village will no longer be opened."

A group of horned little brats rushed across the wilderness, shouting anxiously and nimbly dodging the undead who pounced on them one after another.

For the dragon-born boys born in the Dark Ages, the world was so bad at first, and they were used to a world where they could not go out after dark.

No matter how powerful the dragon vein warlock is, if he cannot get the protection of the hidden matrix after dark and cannot hide his breath as a living person, then he will be swallowed up by endless undead.

"Uncle Buck, wait a minute!"

A small town built on the mountain was within reach, but what the dragon-born teenagers saw was the gate to the city that was slowly being raised.

However, their shouts did not slow down the closing speed of the gate of the small town. It just paused a little before it was completely closed, but just this slight pause was enough for the scavenging teenagers.

At this moment, the teenagers jumped up from the ground as if they had dragon wings, and like monkeys, they followed the narrow gap and entered the city. After they entered the city, the gate was completely closed.

However, behind the city gate, what greeted these brave and fearless teenagers was a barrage of scolding.

"How many times do I have to repeat the same thing to you? There is no end to the scraps in the wilderness, but you only have one life. You can't always get the timing right. I can't go against my duty."

The city gate officer, who also had distinct dragon features, looked particularly solemn at this moment. His brown eyes had turned into vertical pupils because of anger.

A faint dragon aura also spread with his emotional fluctuations, making these scavenging teenagers silent and afraid to say anything.

"Uncle Buck, we won't dare to do it again. I promise you, this is the last time."

The leading teenager said hurriedly, and after hearing the teenager's promise, the dragon man with the duty of guarding the gate relaxed his expression.

"Eddie, I know you want to collect the money for the trip to Pronolando, and I don't want to discourage you, but I still want to tell you that a dragon descendant like you may be considered excellent and a genius here.

But if you go to Pronolando, there are dragons everywhere, and perhaps a child ten years younger than you can slap you to the ground with one slap."

"I know, Uncle Buck, I know I am ordinary, but because of this, I have to work harder to realize my dream, join the Demon Hunting Corps, and become a real dragon man."

The will of the young Eddie was not shaken by these words. He firmly set the goal he set when he first realized the vastness of the world.

He wanted to become a high-level dragon man who could fly freely in the sky like a dragon, without worrying about day and night.

He needed to grow dragon wings and a tail, but to do all this, he had to upgrade his bloodline. However, in this desert town, he could not get the resources for the bloodline transformation plan. He could only get a chance by going to the holy city of Punorando on the other side of the ocean.

"Alas!"

Seeing that the boy was so determined, Buck could not say anything more. He had said what he should say, and there was nothing else to say.

Back then, he was also one of the best geniuses in their small town with a population of less than 30,000, and no one among his peers was his opponent.

But when he spent all his family wealth and got a ticket to the holy city of Punorando, what he got was an indescribable despair and powerlessness.

It was not despair of the world environment. In the holy city of Punorando, there was no so-called disaster of the undead. On the contrary, those high-level undead with self-intelligence were hot-selling commodities in the holy city.

Factory owners who opened factories flocked to high-level undead who could command tens of thousands of undead. Those factories that spewed elemental dust and flowed endlessly day and night were like unspeakable monsters. They had unlimited demand for tireless undead.

After leaving his hometown and seeing a completely different world, Buck's cognition and his three views were distorted in a very short time and shattered by reality. In the following extremely difficult time, they were slowly reshaped.

When everything was reshaped, the outstanding genius in the small town accepted the reality that he was just an ordinary person.

His genius and his excellence were worthless and nothing in the holy city of Punorando. Perhaps it was just a newborn child who accidentally spit out a breath that could smash his carefully forged dragon scale armor into pieces.

Even if he applied for a job as a coachman, which he thought was a lowly, tedious, and low-status job when he was young, people would not look down on him.

"It's great to be young!"

Seeing the young man leaving with his companions, all his ambitions were worn away, and he succumbed to the reality of the gatekeeper. Looking at the young man who led his companions away with a heroic spirit, he sighed.

"Boss, is the Holy City really that scary? If our genius goes to the Holy City, will he be despised even as a coachman?"

A young dragonborn with a sharp horn on his forehead came over and asked with a smile.

As soon as this was said, several dragonborn guards patrolling the city also cast their eyes over. In the dark night, their pupils were flashing with a strange luster, and it turned out that they all had dark vision.

"Haha, do you know what kind of big shots are able to own a carriage in the Holy City? Do you think those big shots will just catch a few earth dragons to pull the carriage like our city lord?"

Seeing his men's curiosity, Buck, who was full of vicissitudes and stories, sneered.

"Good fellow, earth dragons are not qualified? What do those big shots in the Holy City use to pull the carriage?"

"Heavenly unicorns, hell nightmares, golden griffins, abyssal red blood lions, there is nothing that those big shots can't catch except what you can't think of."

Buck snorted twice.

"Then the country bumpkins from our small places are really not qualified to be coachmen. I'm afraid they are not enough to fill the teeth of those monsters."

A guard laughed.

"In addition, the Holy City is not scary. It is the safest city in the world. That city makes people feel desperate. If you have the chance, you can feel it once you go there.

The geniuses we know are nothing there. Not to mention driving a car, you are just a sparring partner or a wooden stake. People may not even look down on you."

"Then, boss, did you have anyone to spar with you back then?"

The moment the voice fell, the atmosphere at the city gate stagnated, and the person who asked the question realized that he had asked a question that he shouldn't have asked. Just as he was about to open his mouth to make up for it, Buck had already spoken first,

"I did."

The man with a vicissitudes of life , who was considered one of the most powerful city gate officers in the desert town, had a look of reminiscence in his eyes,

"That was the first and only time in my life that I was a sparring partner. The person who used me as a wooden stake was a child who was less than ten years old. Do you know how tall that kid was? He was not even as long as one of my legs.

But even with such a small child, when he punched me, I couldn't see the trajectory of his fist, but it was also the most humiliating experience in my life. It was also the one that I earned the most."

"Does sparring make a lot of money?"

After hearing his immediate boss talk about his past embarrassing experience that was unknown to others, someone couldn't help asking.

"The salary that can be obtained from sparring is one of the highest paid jobs that I could choose at that time.

But it didn't make me rich suddenly. The reason why I was able to get rich because the young master who used me as a wooden stake suddenly awakened a stronger bloodline, and for a moment he lost his strength and almost beat me to death.

In order to appease me and avoid the punishment of the Bronze Code, his family gave me compensation that I could not refuse, as well as medical expenses. It was because of this experience that I have the strength I have now. "

"This..."

Several gatekeepers looked at each other in bewilderment. They never expected that the boss, who usually did not give face to the city lord, would gain power in such a shameful way.

"Hey, it was after that time that I realized how big the gap was between a country bumpkin like me from a small place and the descendants of those big men.

So, I couldn't hold on any longer. After using the compensation to exchange for an opportunity to upgrade and refine with dragon blood, I came back and became what you see now. "

After the voice fell, several young guards at the city gate looked at each other, their eyes showing a bit of eagerness, although their boss's trip to the Holy City, the way he got the opportunity, is really not flattering.

But it is so ridiculous, so they have the illusion that they can go up, after all, isn't it just a beating? Who can't do that?

"I can probably guess what you guys are thinking about now. My advice to you is to stay here honestly and don't think too much. Not everyone can be a coachman, and similarly, not everyone is qualified to be a punching bag for those young masters."

"Boss, according to what you said, then those of us who have no background and no background, don't we have no chance to stand out at all?"

"That's not necessarily true. You should have heard of the Demon Hunting Corps that Eddie wants to join, right?"

"Of course I know. The Demon Hunting Corps is the largest and most outstanding corps under His Majesty. ”

“It is said that the first generation of members of the Demon Hunting Corps were all pure-blooded humans, and everyone who survived until now is a top figure.”

“Pure-blooded humans? Are there still such people now?”

The young city guard exclaimed. Although he had little knowledge, he also knew that all races in the world now were proud of dragon blood. As for the so-called pure races, except for the pure-blooded dragons, other races were despised and even hunted.

“Of course there are no more. Pure-blooded humans are very fragile and can't adapt to the current environment at all.”

“Then what do you mean, boss? Even if the first generation of members of the Demon Hunting Corps were very weak, those who survived now must be our unattainable big figures, perhaps even more terrifying than the pure-blooded dragons.”

“I mean to tell you idiots, nothing is impossible. Even a stupid boy like Eddie, if he can keep going, he may not have the opportunity to become a big figure in the future. Although this opportunity is very small, it does exist.”