Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

Chapter 399 Ecological Catastrophe
The dragon-destroying war that lasted for thirty years ended with the awakening of the Dragon King. The world of Kallos finally ushered in a peace that could last for an unknown period of time.

The survivors who survived the war and were not punished by the Dragon King's wrath raised their heads. All they could see was the barren land, with pale bones spreading like a tapestry until the end of the horizon.

The noisy villages, prosperous towns, collapsed castles, and dry rivers of the past were all swallowed up by the cold silence, like rows of tombstones standing on the ground, lying quietly in the dust of time. Waiting for the final dusk to come.

"Eddie, the sun is going down. Let's go back quickly, or it will be too late."

Slightly panicked voices echoed in the wilderness filled with dead bones. Several thin and short figures, like frightened rabbits, ran towards a settlement in the wilderness in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The night is scary, but after the thirty-year war ends, the night becomes scary. When the sun goes down, the earth will turn into a paradise for the undead, and all living creatures will retreat.

This is the residual impact of the war that swept the world. The ecology of the entire world has changed as a result. 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 dotting their bodies reflect the light of the setting sun. Even though they are only half-grown children, they run faster than a cheetah.

Dragon vein
This is what they rely on to scavenge in the dangerous skeleton wasteland even though they are not yet adults, because even during the day, in some dark places where the sun cannot illuminate, there are still powerful undead activities.

Click~
Click~
When the sun sank from the horizon, it had not completely sunk yet, and there was still a lingering glow on the skyline, but skeletal arms had already been stretched out from the ground impatiently.

Dots of flames lit up all over the wasteland, but these flames did not bring anyone a sense of safety or warmth at all, only eeriness and terror.

Because it is the soul fire burning in the skull, whether it is pale, or pale green, or blue flames, they all represent one after another undead souls that have extreme hatred for living beings and are full of desire for flesh and blood.

"Quick! Faster!"

"After the sun sets, the village gates will no longer open."

A group of little kids with scales and horns were rushing forward in the wilderness. They shouted anxiously and nimbly avoided the undead that rushed toward them one after another.

As a dragon-born boy who was born in the Dark Ages, the world was so bad at first, and they were used to a world where they could never go out after dark.

No matter how powerful a Dragon Vein Warlock is, if he is not protected by the Invisibility Matrix after dark and cannot hide his aura as a living person, then he will be swallowed up by endless undead.

"Uncle Buck, wait a minute!"

A small city built on the mountain was close at hand, but what these 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 small town's gate. They only paused slightly before closing it completely. But just this slight pause was enough for this group of scavenging teenagers. enough.

This group of teenagers seemed to have given birth to dragon wings at this moment. They jumped up from the ground and followed the narrow gap like apes to get into the city. After they entered the city, the gate was completely closed.

However, what greeted these brave and fearless young men behind the city gate was a scolding that covered their faces.

"How many times do I have to repeat the same thing to you? There are endless rags to pick up in the wilderness, but you only have one life. You can't hit the time every time. I can't violate my responsibilities. "

The city gate official, who also had distinctive dragon-like features, looked particularly solemn at this moment, and his brown eyes had turned into vertical pupils due to anger.

A faint dragon's power also filled the air along with his emotional fluctuations, making the group of scavenging teenagers remain silent and did not dare to say anything.

"Uncle Buck, we dare not do it again, I promise you, this is the last time."

The leading young man said quickly, but after hearing the young man's assurance, the expression of the dragon man who had the responsibility of guarding the gate softened.

"Eddie, I know you want to raise money for the travel expenses to Punolando, and I don't want to hurt you, but I still want to tell you that a dragonborn like you may still be considered outstanding here. Considered a genius.

But if you go to Punolando, where dragons are everywhere, maybe a kid ten years younger than you can slap you to the ground. "

"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 army, and become a true dragonman."

Young Eddie's will was not shaken by these words. He was determined to achieve the goal he had set when he first learned about the vastness of the world.

He wants to become a high-level dragon man who can fly freely in the sky like a giant dragon, without having to worry about day and night.

He needs to grow dragon wings and a tail, but in order to do all this, he must improve his bloodline. But in this small desert town, he cannot get the resources for the bloodline transformation plan, so he can only go to the ocean. Only in the holy city of Punolando on the other side could he get a chance.

"Ugh!"

Seeing that the young man was so determined, Buck couldn't say anything more. He had already said what needed to be said, and there was nothing else to tell him.

I think back then, he was one of the best geniuses in their small town with a population of less than 30,000, and no one among his peers could match him.

But when he spent all his money to get a ticket to the holy city of Punolando, what he got was an indescribable feeling of despair and powerlessness.

It is not despair about the world environment. In the holy city of Punorando, there is no so-called disaster of the undead. On the contrary, those high-level undead with their own intelligence are hot-selling commodities in the holy city.

Those factory owners who open factories are eager for high-level undead who can command tens of thousands of undead. Those factories that spit out elemental dust and the sun and moon circulate endlessly are like indescribable monsters. They have unlimited demand for the 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 period of time and shattered by reality. In the following extremely difficult time, he slowly regained his Plastic.

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

His genius, his excellence, were worthless and nothing in the holy city of Punolando. Perhaps he was just a newly born child, and one blow of his breath that he inadvertently spit out could destroy his carefully tempered spirit. The dragon scale armor was shattered into pieces. Even if he applied for a job as a carriage driver, which in his youth was considered a lowly, tedious and statusless job, others would still look down upon him.

"It's great to be young!"

Seeing the young man leading his companions away, all his ambitions were wiped away, and he succumbed to the gatekeeper in reality. Looking at the young man leading his companions away with great vigor, he sighed with emotion.

"Head, is the Holy City really that scary? If our genius here goes to the Holy City, will he be disliked even if he works as a coachman?"

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

As soon as these words came out, several dragonborn guards patrolling the city also cast their gazes. Under the dark night, their eyes were shining with a strange luster, and they all had dark vision.

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

Buck sneered when he saw his subordinates were curious, their eyes filled with vicissitudes of life, and their bodies full of stories.

"Good guy, aren't Earth Dragons qualified? Then what do the big shots in the Holy City use to pull their carts?"

"The unicorn of heaven, the nightmare of hell, the golden griffon, the red-blooded lion of the abyss, there are only things you can't think of, and there is nothing that the big shots can't catch."

Buck snorted.

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

One of the guards sneered.

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

The genius we think of is nothing when you go there. Let alone driving a car, you are regarded as a sparring partner or a wooden stake, and others may not like it. "

"Then boss, did you have anyone as a sparring partner back then?"

The moment the words fell, the atmosphere at the city gate suddenly froze, and the person who asked the question also realized that he had asked a question he shouldn't have asked, and was about to open his mouth to make up for it, but Buck had already spoken first,

"Been."

This man, with a weathered look on his face, could be regarded as one of the few city gate officials who served in World War II in the small desert town. There was a look of reminiscence in his eyes.
"That was the first and only time in my life that I was used as a sparring partner by someone. The person who used me as a stake was a child who was less than ten years old. Do you know how tall that little kid was? He didn't even have one like me. The legs are long.

But for such a young child, when he punched me, I couldn't see clearly the trajectory of his fist. However, the most humiliating experience in my life was also the one that made me the most money. "

"Is sparring very profitable?"

After hearing their immediate boss recount his unknown embarrassing experiences in the past, some people couldn't help but ask.

“The salary that a sparring partner could earn was one of the highest-paying among the many jobs I could choose at the time.

But it didn’t make me rich all of a sudden. The reason why I got rich was because the young master who used me as a stake at that time suddenly awakened a stronger bloodline. I'll be beaten to death.

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

"This……"

Several gatekeepers looked at each other, never expecting that the boss, who usually didn't even give much face to the city lord, would actually gain power in such an unbearable way.

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

Therefore, I couldn't hold on anymore. I used the compensation money for an opportunity to be promoted to Dragon Blood, and then I came back and became what you see now. "

After the words fell, several young guards looked at each other at the city gate, with a hint of eagerness in their eyes. Although their immediate boss's trip to the Holy City and the way they obtained opportunities were really beyond praise.

But it's so ridiculous, so if you let them have the illusion that they can go to school, isn't it just getting beaten after all? Who doesn't do this?
"I can probably guess what you guys are thinking in your minds right 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. Become a sandbag for those young masters."

"Boss, according to what you said, wouldn't it mean that those of us who have no background and no background have no chance to get ahead?"

"That's not necessarily true. You must have heard of the demon-hunting legion that Eddie wants to join, right?"

"Of course I know that. The Demon Hunting Corps is the largest and most successful corps under your majesty's command."

"It is said that the first generation members of the Demon Hunting Legion are all pure-blooded humans. Everyone who is alive today is a top big shot."

"Pure-blooded humans? Are there such people now?"

The young city guard exclaimed. Although he has little knowledge, he also knows that all races in the world are proud of dragon blood. As for the so-called pure races, except for the pure-blood dragon race, other races, They are all despised and even targeted for hunting.

"Of course not. Pure human beings are very fragile and cannot adapt to the current environment."

"Then boss, what do you mean by this? Even though the first generation members of the demon-hunting legion were very weak, those who survive now must be big shots that are unattainable to us. They may be more terrifying than the pure-blooded dragons."

"What I mean is to tell you fools, nothing is impossible. Even a silly boy like Eddie, if he can keep going, he may not have a chance to become a big shot in the future. Although this chance is very small, but Does exist."

(End of this chapter)