Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"What do I have to worry about?"

The young dragon scratched its chin with some dissatisfaction, and tiny sparks splashed between its scales and claws.

"Perhaps this war will be over before we grow up. This is a war led by the noble Lord Gu Jinlong. Why should Blue Scales resist?"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. If it were just an ordinary ancient blue dragon, this war would have ended long ago. Our parents should stay in the dragon's nest now instead of going out to fight frequently."

The young dragon Iroh frowned and participated in the discussion between the brothers and sisters.

This battle between ancient dragons is not just the eldest sister who feels uneasy. Anyone who is not stupid can feel the turbulence contained in it. After all, they are not the shame of the dragon clan. The group forages on the ice sheet and thinks about what to do all day long. A full-bellied beast.

"It is certainly not easy to have an enemy that the Lord Gu Jinlong cannot defeat even after spending several years. It is useless for us young dragons to worry about it. Even our parents will not have much impact on the outcome of this war."

Tyrell spoke, ending the discussion among the young dragons. This was a very cruel thing.

Although their parents were unquestionable overlords in the offshore ocean, when they participated in the war involving the ancient dragon, they were just pawns in the hands of the ancient dragon, or even unimportant pawns.

When the ancient dragons fight, the bronze dragons who are only adults are not qualified to participate unless they are willing to pay the price with their lives.

This is true for adult dragons, not to mention the young dragons. Even if they are far away from the battlefield, the outcome of this war will eventually affect them. As for whether it is good or bad, it is impossible to say.

"I wonder if father and mother can come back before we fall into deep sleep."

Ai Luo was very worried. The sense of security that the adult dragons brought to their young dragons was unmatched by any alchemical matrix.

"They have prepared everything. Whether father and mother can come back or not, it doesn't matter. Aren't you ready to go into deep sleep if they are not here?"

Dirrell stood up, his blue-black dragon eyes staring at this younger brother who was extremely dependent on his parents.

"The cubs of the color dragon tribe dare to go into deep sleep alone even in the wilderness. But now in this dragon's nest where everything is prepared, don't you even have the courage to go into deep sleep?"

"Of course, I'm just worried..."

"Okay, if you have nothing else to do, just go meditate. If you don't want to, you can pray to His Majesty Bahamut!"

Tyrell didn't want to hear any more. He knew where his brothers and sisters' uneasiness came from.

The war their parents participated in was so vast that as an adult dragon, there was a high risk of perishing in it. Every time they went out was an adventure.

According to the worst-case scenario, they may even become a brood of orphaned dragons without their parents. As fledglings, without the support of their parents, they know very well how miserable their fate will be.

The blood of the Dragon Clan will certainly give them an infinitely bright future, but before they grow up, it will be the most deadly poison in the world. Even if a beast encounters them, it will try its best to tear off a piece of them. flesh.

If you encounter an intelligent species, not to mention the dragon cubs that have not yet grown up, even if they are threatened by the metal dragon clan, there will still be villains who are willing to take risks.

"Yes, second brother!"

Although the eldest sister Elena worked very hard, she still could not shake Dirrell's status in the dragon's nest. She meditated diligently, but Dirrell did not fall behind, and the results were even more remarkable.

However, in order to take care of the eldest sister's emotions, Tyrell did not show off too much. In addition to the innate spells given to him by the dragon bloodline, he learned several spells through meditation.

Bronze dragons are naturally good at animal, order and water realm spells.

However, innate spells are limited by age, and are just some tricks and first-level spells. Spells that are actively learned are not much better than innate spells, which means they are richer in variety.

flash, shaking lightning, light

Hidden Mist, Lesser Electric Shock Pearl, Electric Claw

Although he is still a young dragon, he has mastered these spells and combined with his dragon body, it is difficult for ordinary beasts to threaten him. Only the ferocious species can pose a threat to him.

But there was no need to say it out loud. In the dragon's lair, under the protection of the adult dragon, Tyrell did not have to face the crisis-ridden world for the time being.

However, his parents frequently went out to fight in the war, which still gave Tyrell a great sense of oppression. However, he did not show it like his brothers and sisters. Even if he knew about the war, he could not play any role, let alone do anything.

However, he can make some attempts to influence Gu Long's war outcome. This is naturally impossible. In order to cope with possible crises in the future and increase his survivability, it can be done.

A caring dragon can always look for opportunities. After the adult dragons left the nest, Tyrell didn't wait too long before he got another chance.

The young dragons fell asleep one after another. Dragons of this age group were in a state of dragon sleep most of the time. Therefore, Tyrell, who was once again in charge of the dragon nest, was able to enter the floating land in the void again.

The bright stars competed to shine, magnificent and gorgeous. When Diriel entered this place again, he appeared at the entrance of the temple, where he left last time. He looked up at the starry sky, and then the young dragon entered the temple. .

The boundless desert when we first saw it has now turned into an endless verdant ocean, with lush vegetation and lush branches and leaves. The vitality is so rich that it has almost turned into substance, and a thin green mist is lingering among the branches and leaves.

Just entering it, the young dragon felt comfortable all over, its scales opened slightly, and the whole dragon couldn't help but look intoxicated.

But soon, Di Ruier reacted, his deep vertical pupils showed vigilance, the dragon wings behind him spread out, he leaped up, and went straight to the sacrificial altar.

Soon, the young dragon found the world tree species that he pushed off the altar and landed on the sand. However, at this moment, the green gold tree species was not sandy, but a clear blue spring.

Like the intertwining thick vines of dragons and snakes, the world's tree species are held up in the air, just like loyal subjects holding up their kings. The blue mist here is also particularly thick, just like the blue curtain hanging down from the sky. Everything in the field of vision became hazy and blurred, making it impossible to see clearly.

"This is?!"

Tyrell's eyes were shocked, because he saw water mist condensing on the green gold tree, turning into droplets and rolling down, dripping into the pool water, causing ripples in circles.