Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"How many tribes of people and horses like you are there on the grassland?"

The moment Dirrell finished his questioning, the three men and horses kneeling on the ground scrambled to answer.

"Great Khan, there are nearly a hundred tribes like us on the grassland."

"There are only more than eighty tribes on the grassland, but the strength between tribes is not balanced. There are some powerful tribes that we cannot fight even if we unite."

"Yes, that's right."

When Tyrell heard the answers from the centaurs leaders, he glanced at Elena, and then continued to ask,

"Is there a khan on the grassland who unites all the tribes and can command all the horses?"

"There is no Khan who can be recognized by all our horses."

"It has been more than thirty years since the last khan passed away. After his death, his tribe split into three branches because of his three descendants, who established themselves as khans. Now they are all destroyed."

"Which tribe is the most powerful on the grassland now? What kind of strength does it have?"

Tyrell continued to ask. There was no unified force in this grassland. The people and horses all lived and reproduced in the form of tribal organizations within the divided spheres of influence.

"The most powerful tribe on the grassland is the Bloodhoof. It is said that they have a cavalry regiment composed of twelve golden warriors. When they charge, no tribe can resist them and can only be trampled by them."

"Twelve golden warriors?"

Dirrell paused slightly. This should refer to the centaur at the golden level. In the system widely spread by intelligent races, this level is the end point that almost most intelligent creatures can reach after spending their whole life. .

But for creatures like dragons, this is just their starting point, so they are not interested in the detailed divisions under this level at all. They are just a general and detailed classification of intelligent races into three major levels. combine together.

"I have also heard rumors from far away. It is said that the leader of the Bloodhoof Tribe has mastered the power of the domain. All the golden warriors united together cannot resist his power. The earth can no longer restrain his iron hooves. All the tribes have honored him as khan."

Kirby Blackhoof added, but soon another Centaur leader came up with a different opinion,

"This is just a rumor. If there is such a man in Blood Hoof, he will definitely lead an army to conquer the entire grassland. We can't just hear rumors."

"Maybe the leader of Bloodhoof doesn't have the ambition to conquer the grassland?"

"Then why do the surrounding tribes respect him as khan?"

"It was just awe of his power."

"There is no need to argue about this kind of thing."

Seeing the two centaurs quarreling under his nose, Tyrell interrupted them. These were all news and conjectures that they could not verify themselves. There was nothing to argue about.

Yes or no, it doesn't matter to him. Even if he considers the worst case scenario, there is a man at the soul level on this grassland, but so what?

There is no suspense about the result. When he appears on this island, unless there is a creature at the legendary level, no one can suppress him. His will and ideas are the future of this island.

"You divide this tribe's hunting grounds equally and wait for my call!"

Tyrell gave the group of people the final instructions, and then rose into the sky with a raging storm. The young dragons followed him, and the sky gradually became clearer as he left.

"Brother, shall we go find the Bloodhoof Tribe now?"

Iroh asked curiously.

"Well, go there now."

Dirrell was quite resolute. Although when he first left Dragon Castle, he only planned to briefly check the terrain of the island, but since he had already interacted with the people, he decided to finish the matter completely.

The orthodox way of conquest should be to command this group of people and form an army with the elites of their tribes. However, Tyrell felt that fighting all the way through this way was too slow and would cause many unnecessary casualties and killings - the people and horses. This kind of creature is still very rational and will make the right choice when faced with an irresistible force.

Rumble——

When an ancestral dragon no longer restrains his power, even if he has not grown up yet and is still young, the elements actively rushing toward him form a storm field around him.

Wherever he passed, there were storms, lightning and thunder. This was the power of nature. Almost all centaurs had never seen a creature that could control such power. Therefore, many centaur tribes often followed their inner choices and made wise decisions at the first opportunity.

In less than half a day, Di Ruier led four young dragons, subdued and inquired all the way, and found the Bloodhoof tribe, which was the most powerful and occupied the most fertile land on this grassland.

This is a centaur tribe with a size of about three thousand. They live at the junction of the mountains and the plains and rely on a large river that meanders out of the mountains to thrive.

When Tyrell appeared in the sky above this tribe of centaurs with thunder and storm, this tribe had a completely different reaction from all the tribes of centaurs they had encountered before. They did not bend their knees and submit, and offered the most precious treasure in the tribe. Instead of holding the treasure, he chose to draw the bow and draw the arrow and hold the spear.

"I come to conquer, not to kill. Where is the leader of the Bloodhoof Tribe?"

Tyrell relied on the wind to lift the dragon's body. The clouds that came in swarmed to cover his figure, making his body hazy. The jumping thunder made the exposed scales shine brightly, full of divinity and majesty.

"I am the leader of the Bloodhoof tribe, Yon Bloodhoof."

A muscular male centaur who was half a height taller than an ordinary centaur, carrying a metal spear, stood out from the crowd under the protection of a group of men and horses wearing rough armor, and met Lei Yun. The confrontation between dragons,

“We, the people, are a free race galloping on the vast land. We will never be restrained, let alone become slaves of other races.

Dragon, on behalf of the three thousand Bloodhoof warriors, I refuse to surrender to you. If you want to use violence to oppress me, I will lead all the warriors to fight you to the end. "

"You are the strongest but also the most cowardly centaur I have ever seen!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Dirrell's dragon eyes, and then he let out a sarcastic voice, mocking the powerful centaur.

The centaurs on the grassland are undoubtedly martial primitive tribes. They value individual force and private fights are common. Once a conflict occurs, they do not argue with words, but fight with force. The winner gets everything, and the loser loses everything.

Before Tyrell found the Bloodhoof Tribe, he was mentally prepared for them to refuse to surrender. Who would want to have a ruler above their heads who was the dominant tribe?

Therefore, Di Ruier planned to invite the leader of the tribe to duel with him in a way that minimized casualties. However, he did not expect that this man, who seemed to have entered the realm of soul and had initially mastered the power of soul, would be so cautious.

"Such cheap stimulation is of no use."

"Tyriel."

Elena couldn't help but speak.

"Do you want what happened to Angelica to happen to other dragons, or even to yourself?"

"I can go down and try."

Elena gritted her teeth.

"It's useless. I said that in the case of rejection, you can only continue to communicate with them in a language they can understand."

"Dragon, leave Bloodhoof's territory. This is not a place where you can soar and spread your wings. If you ignore the warning, we will shoot you down from the sky."

When Tyrell was talking to Elena, the centaurs on the ground issued another warning. They were in awe of Tyrell's power to manipulate the sky and change the weather, but they were not willing to give in.

"You all stay in heaven and wait for my return."

Tyrell told all the young dragons that all members of the centaur tribe were soldiers. A tribe of this size was too dangerous for his brothers and sisters.

"elder brother!"

"Second brother."

Angelica and Aiello couldn't help but worry. They had both personally experienced the power of the Centaur.

"Don't worry, it will be over soon."

Fourth-ring spell, any door

The blue magical light danced in front of Di Ruier's eyes, forming a portal that was large enough for his body to pass through.

Before the people below could react, a giant dragon as big as a hill suddenly appeared among them. With his arrival, dazzling thunder and hurricanes suddenly erupted, turning into lightning storms and sweeping across the surrounding area. hundreds of meters.

The originally dense team was turned upside down in an instant, and the violent attack suddenly came unexpectedly. This was an opponent that the troops had never faced before, and they had no defense experience at all.

In the past years, the strongest enemies they had faced were just groups of flying dragons that came out from the mountains to plunder livestock. The powerful flying dragons did have spell-like abilities, but none of them could suddenly appear next to them.

The location where Tyrell appeared was in front of the leader of the Bloodhoof Tribe. When he walked out of the portal built in the magical aura, a hurricane was born in the shadow-like field, and the raging storm swept this centaur. All the warriors around the leader rolled up into the sky.

Even if there are centaur warriors at the golden level who burst out with bright fighting spirit, even if they burn their lives, they cannot compete with the power of nature. It only makes their figures flying into the sky more dazzling.

"you……"

The leader of the men and horses was frightened beyond words, but before he could speak, a sharp blade slashed across him. In a hurry, he raised the spear in his hand to resist, and then he felt a majestic force like a landslide and tsunami. Power swept over.

His hoof feet left four deep ravines on the ground, involuntarily leaving embarrassing traces of nearly a hundred meters on the ground. After that, his strong body was forced to leave the ground. It was only then that Jon realized that he had just been attacked. What's that? It's the dragon's tail.

"This is the dragon?!"

Incredible despair and powerlessness emerged, and a soft touch came from behind, and then warm liquid bathed the whole body - the man and horse swept into the sky by the hurricane had fallen, and he, who was knocked away by the dragon's tail, was He was drawn into the crowd of people and horses, and all the people and horses that came into contact with him were torn apart in just an instant.

His current physique has long surpassed the limits of the centaur race, and ordinary golden warriors are no match for him, but at this moment, his body that has been tempered has become a deadly weapon to crush the people of the tribe.

After an unknown number of tribesmen were forced to become flesh and blood sandbags that took away the power from his body, the men and horses, covered in the blood of his fellow tribesmen, with flesh foam and bone residue on their faces, and even fragments of internal organs, fell heavily to the ground. , rubbing out a deep ravine on the flower-filled grassland.

Cough~

The centaur who finally stopped opened his mouth and coughed up a large mouthful of blood mist, and then there was severe pain all over his body. The hands holding the weapons were the most miserable, and there was a heart-breaking pain, which had been passed down for hundreds of years. The spear was bent abnormally.

Buzz~

The familiar light blue light appeared in front of him again. The majestic and gorgeous, noble and sacred dragon appeared in front of him in the same way. But at this moment, there was no one around him who was willing to do anything for him. The warrior who fights.

Although he still had the courage to fight against the dragon and his eyes were still firm, his now scarred body could not bear his will.

"Nice look, but unfortunately, firm will and belief are meaningless in the face of overwhelming power."

Tyrell looked down at the embarrassed men and horses in front of him, made an evaluation, and then asked,

"Freedom is indeed valuable, but the value of life is far greater than freedom. As a benevolent dragon, I ask one last time, surrender, or lead your tribe to destruction?"

"Ho ho!"

Jon glanced at the wailing tribal camp not far away, and let out a roar full of pain. Then he slowly stood up from the mud pit, slowly raised his twisted and deformed hands, and raised the deformed spear above his head.

"On behalf of the Bloodhoof Tribe, I surrender to you."

"I'll give you twenty days to summon all the tribal leaders on this grassland."

Dirrell spread his wings and flew up, and a flashing blue-gold scale fell down.

"Tell them that this grassland will usher in a new owner!"

"Honor your will."

Looking at the dragon flying high, Yon grabbed the scales that fell in front of him, felt the faint oppressive atmosphere in it, and whispered.

"Let's go back."

Tyrell flew into the sky and said to the four young dragons who were stunned.

"Let's go now. Are they still unwilling to surrender?"

Iroh asked curiously.

"I have surrendered. We will come back in twenty days. By then, all the tribesmen and horses on this grassland will gather here."

"oh oh!"

Elena glanced at the bloody earth below with a complicated expression, her face and the back of God Riel. There was no need to think about it. There would be more and more similar scenes, accompanied by this blood relative's desire to conquer.