Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

Chapter 402 What a big boy

In the center of Westeros, there is a kingdom that is deliberately ignored and tried to be forgotten by all countries because its ruler is not a humanoid short-lived species, but a giant dragon.

The Black Forest located in the center of the continent is still ruled by the Dragon Clan even though it dates back thousands of years.

However, the rule of the dragon clan was briefly overturned. The shadow that has always hovered over all countries in the world, Veronica, the mother of dragons in the Green City, disappeared inexplicably a hundred years ago. Also missing along with her were her minions, powerful dragons that could also destroy a country.

When these legendary ancient dragons disappeared, the Black Forest, which was deliberately ignored by various countries and regarded as a restricted area, suddenly turned into a vast land rich in resources.

The ambitious rulers almost unanimously dispatched the most elite forces in the kingdom to compete for land and try to occupy the dragon clan's heritage.

This is the happiest time for all the countries in the continent. They can exploit the resources in the black forest at will and transport them out continuously. In this process, no dragon can stop them.

Unfortunately, good times are always short-lived. A new dragon ruler appeared. At first, not many people noticed the two young dragons. They did not even regard them as threats, but regarded them as prey.

But then a series of conflicts, even wars, broke out, and the bloody results awakened the rulers of various countries in the continent. Unfortunately, when they woke up, it was already a little too late.

In the most fertile and vast black forest area in the center of the continent, a new ruler has appeared. They are still dragons. Although they are not as powerful as the missing Green Dragon Queen, they are wiser and more capable.

More importantly, the ruler is not alone. There is not one new ruler of the Black Forest, but two, the King of Bronze and Fire.

The two powerful dragons, who trusted each other and could cooperate and help each other, enslaved all the remaining dragons in the Black Forest and drove out all invaders outside the Black Forest.

The world's structure has once again returned to its original appearance. Although they have not publicly declared it, the countries on the mainland still intend to follow their previous habits and invariably ignore the existence of the Black Forest.

Unfortunately, the new dragon rulers obviously did not intend to abide by these unspoken rules. They built cities and beast nests in the black forest, and greatly increased their military strength by fishing in the swamp.

Less than ten years after the new king came to power, the first dragon war was launched. Under the leadership of the giant dragon, the endless tide of beasts destroyed countless cities and brought a large number of people and production materials back to the Black Forest. .

Then came the second and third times. The dragons launched plundering wars outside the Black Forest again and again, forcing all countries to give up their territories and withdraw their borders.

And when countries gave up their land and retreated, giant dragons would descend from the sky, spitting fire, melting the mountains, refining metals from the earth, and building towering dragonstone cities.

An unprecedented dragon regime appeared in the world. Driven by a desire that seemed never to be satisfied, the dragons promoted territorial expansion wars again and again, deeply imprinting fear into the hearts of surrounding countries.

However, the patience and compromise with the Dragon Clan again and again did not lead to peace, but instead intensified intrusion and plunder.

As a result, the seeds of dissatisfaction and resistance quietly took root in the hearts of all races, and a grand alliance across racial boundaries gradually took shape. All countries vowed to overthrow the tyranny of the Dragon Clan and regain the light of freedom.

Under the first ray of morning sunlight, one army after another gathered from all sides of the mainland, like streams flowing down from the mountains and plains. Although each one is insignificant, when gathered together, It is a mighty, unstoppable torrent.

The human knights wore solid armor, held high flags, and charged in the sky and on the ground. The cries of griffins kept coming and going, and the sound of the horses' hooves vibrating was like thunder.

Elf rangers and rogues shuttled between the military formations. Their bowstrings were fully drawn, and their arrows shone with the cold light of the moonlight. Each arrow could hit the target accurately.

The dwarves held up their own forged war hammers and heavy armor, drove away the giant beasts, and dragged the carefully crafted siege equipment. As they marched, the mountains and the earth seemed to collapse.

There are also mages from various royal courts. They call upon the elements to make the earth, wind, water, and fire manifest in the sky, turning them into terrifyingly powerful and destructive spells, providing convenience and cover for the coalition's attack.

At the highest point in the sky, dozens of giant dragons spread their wings, casting mountain-like shadows on the earth. They breathed deadly dragon breath from their mouths and cooperated with each other to easily slaughter the sky knights from all races.

On the ground, in the solid Dragon Stone City, dragon beast legions rushed out, giving the mainland coalition the strongest and most powerful counterattack.

In the sky and on the ground, wherever you look, there is fighting. Dragon flames, arrow rain and turbulent currents of elements intertwine in the sky, creating a haze that symbolizes death.

Griffons, hippogryphs, rocs, flying dragons, winged snakes... these monsters that were usually powerful enough to dominate the wilderness fell from the sky like rain.

Any one of these monsters that could make adventurers rich fell to the ground, but no one cared about them. It didn't take long before they were trampled into mud.

Because on the ground, the Alliance army and the Dragon tribe's ground troops were locked in a fierce hand-to-hand battle. Every inch of the land was soaked with blood, and the scarlet blood even dyed the clouds red, covering the sky and the earth with a layer of blood, revealing endless ominousness.

This is what Tyrell saw when he set his sights on the world of Ludu. A war that could be regarded as a replica to a certain extent was unfolding before his eyes.

Of course, in terms of scale and intensity, this war is far from the dragon-slaying war of Carlos. After all, many gods personally participated in that war to promote it.

But even so, the current war is extremely brutal, and it is difficult for adult dragons to protect themselves.

"Finally grown up, they are all my good sons!"

Looking at this war that was almost a replica, Tyrell praised it.

The multi-ethnic coalition below would never have appeared under normal circumstances. It was purely because his two good sons were forcing him so hard that they really couldn't survive anymore, so they rose up to resist.

It's a pity that in Di Ruier's view, such resistance is nothing more than a desperate struggle. If they had united to fight earlier, they might have been able to sustain it for a while longer.

As for the outcome, it was already determined the moment the World Tree took root, and it was impossible to change. With a Dragon King who could end up in his true form, what could the native creatures of the world do to stop him?

Di Ruier's true body did not come, but just by letting go of his will, thousands of tree vines broke out of the ground and condensed into a majestic wooden dragon head, which actually revealed a bit of flesh and blood texture.

"Father!"

When the wooden dragon's head was condensed and formed, two giant dragons nearly a hundred meters in length flew over. Their expressions and voice contained many emotions such as respect, fear, and admiration, but there was not much intimacy between father and son.

"You did a good job."

Looking at the two grown men in front of him who were already useful, Di Ruier couldn't help but admire them.

"These are all your arrangements, father. We are just following them, and we don't get any credit."

Cronus replied solemnly, lowering his head with an extremely respectful expression, not like a son who was facing his father, but more like a subordinate who was reporting on his work.

Tyrell glanced at the eldest son whose scales were faintly shining with fire. He was noncommittal about his cautious behavior and had no intention of correcting it. “It’s not easy to get things done.”

A weakened version of the dragon-slaying war breaks out in the world of Green City. The driving force behind all this is naturally Di Ruier. Only when he, the dragon king, participates in it, can the two twin kings, who are not yet seated under their butts, be able to continue to speak to the outside world. Wage war.

Otherwise, given the years of growth of the Dragon Clan, let alone these two great men, whether they can obtain the status of rulers of Ludu within a hundred years, even if they can barely take the position, it will probably take no less than a hundred years. to consolidate the position.

Power comes from strength. If you force yourself into a position that is not consistent with your strength, you will be in bad luck sooner or later.

But although Di Ruier was anxious, he would not harm his own heirs. As the Dragon King, it was natural that he could enhance the power of his own heirs - he only needed to assimilate their bloodline once, and it would be enough to make them worthy of the name. As the heir of the Dragon Prince, his power naturally increased.

Tyrell not only forcibly cheated his two great sons, but also sent legions in the air to continuously increase the number of troops. Because of this, in the face of more and more frequent intrusions, the various races in this world finally put aside their conflicts and united. Rise up and resist the oppression and exploitation of the Dragon Clan.

"Father, since you think we have done a good job, what reward do you plan to give us?"

Compared to Cronus, Osiris was more lively, and he even dared to ask for reward from the Dragon King.

"Reward? I elevated your bloodline, isn't that enough?"

There was a smile in Tyrell's tone.

"Isn't this what we deserve?"

Osiris seemed a little dissatisfied.

"That's true. As my heirs, this is indeed the power you should obtain. But as my heirs, isn't it natural for you to help my father?"

"You are right, but if you give us more rewards, we will be able to play more roles in the next war."

Osiris chattered.

Compared to the taciturn Cronus, having a golden dragon mother naturally gave him more confidence, and his words and deeds were consistent with his status as a heir.

"Defeat the coalition forces and capture their commander alive. You can enter my treasure house and choose an artifact."

Tyrell promised.

"Really? Father!"

Osiris's eyes suddenly lit up, and even Cronus, who was silent at the side, raised his head slightly, his dragon eyes blooming with light.

"Of course, I never break a promise I make."

Although he has a dragon-like collecting habit, thanks to the influence of certain memories, Dirrell does not have the dragon-like nature of a miser. Compared to leaving gold, silver, jewelry, artifacts and armor in the treasure house to eat ashes, he prefers Use it to create more profits.

"Wuhu, great!"

After being confirmed again, Osiris couldn't help but cheered excitedly, and then he couldn't wait to pull his good brother and started to charge into the battle.

Two giant dragons that surpassed the ancestral dragons and became the second generation of Dragon Kings appeared on the battlefield, and the damage they caused was devastating.

All spells lost their effect when faced with them. Even spells up to the ninth level, falling on these two giant dragons, would only shine brighter, no different from magic tricks.

The terrifying elemental immunity caused all the coalition mages on the battlefield to lose their voices, and then fell into despair. How should such a dragon fight against it?

The powerful elemental resistance made the caster despair, but the hard dragon scales also made the melee legend collapse. The sword in his hand struck the dragon scales, leaving only a trace and the blade chipped.

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The balance of the battlefield, which was already slightly unstable, suddenly tilted towards the dragon clan. When the king of the dragon clan wantonly crushed the assembled coalition forces, the already uneven multi-ethnic alliance collapsed immediately.

At this time, Osiris, who came to charge because of the stimulation of the artifact, discovered a serious problem. Where is the so-called commander-in-chief of the coalition forces?

He arrested several senior officers in succession, but the answers he got were all different. What made him most uncomfortable was that none of these guys lied.

"The coalition forces have no real commander at all. They have been fighting independently. In other words, the coalition forces have multiple commanders."

Seeing his brother who was still struggling and distressed, Knoros couldn't help but wake him up.

"Father said that a commander can be exchanged for an artifact. Does that mean that as long as we capture a few more commanders, we can exchange for more artifacts?"

Osiris's eyes suddenly glowed brightly, and then he began to chase the collapsed coalition forces without waiting for Cronus to say anything.

"That's not what father said."

Knoros wanted to remind him, but seeing how interested his brother was, he couldn't bear to disturb him.

Maybe that father will fulfill his promise as his younger brother said. After all, it has always been like this. He always follows the one who gets the glory.

The Dragon Clan's pursuit of death caused the countries around the Black Forest to panic. It didn't take long before some countries began to surrender and declared themselves vassals of the Dragon Clan.

The bellwether effect also emerged from this. In less than half a year, there was a circle of vassal states around Green City, and there was no one who was disobedient.

Because a country that refuses to surrender will soon be destroyed and divided by the surrounding forces, and it will be used as a pledge to please the Dragon Clan.

After all, if you can't defeat the Dragon Clan, how can you defeat the neighboring countries?

With such a snowballing advantage, the Lvdu Dragon Mother struggled for a long time, but the world that had not been conquered was taken under her dragon wings by Di Ruier.

(End of this chapter)