Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"You are ready to leave!"

Even though the wind continued to howl in the cave, it could not disperse the dense water mist. Naturally, the water mist created with bloodline talent could not block Dirrell's sight.

His brothers and sisters are not in good condition now. Before he woke up, the dragon's nest had been lost, and most of the alchemy matrix arranged by his parents was destroyed, with almost no effect.

Dirrell really couldn't figure out how his brothers and sisters allowed a group of murlocs to invade the dragon's nest, and even rush into the safest place in the dragon's nest. But now that the matter has come to this, there is no point in blaming. Life is the priority.

The reason why he chose to fight after waking up, no, chose to eat, was mainly because he was indeed too hungry, and he needed food to supplement, otherwise he would not have the strength to escape.

Now that his body has gradually filled up, his dragon body has gradually become stronger, and he is filled with an unprecedented sense of strength, it is time to prepare to withdraw.

There is no need to get entangled with the endless supply of food that can be killed. Ordinary fishmen are just food to him, but the nobles and priests among them can still pose a threat to young dragons like him.

"Hoho! Second brother, let's work together to kill all these fishmen!"

The young dragon Hardison, whose dragon body was completely smaller than Tyrell, was like a chariot, rushing through the crowd of fish.

Bite, claws, wing strikes, and tail flick. Although it is a young dragon, its every move can still easily crush ordinary fishmen and cause a large number of casualties. It is like a green dragon-shaped death that will break into The murlocs in Dragon Lair are shrouded in the shadow of death.

However, this also caused a lot of scales to fall off on its body, miserable injuries like writhing flesh and blood, and even a lot of minor bone cracks, but obviously, the young dragon, which had entered a state of madness, didn't care about these.

"Aw~Kill all the fishmen!"

Iroh, who was entrenched on a four-armed fishman noble and pulled out his tail from the pierced heart, also let out a dragon roar in response.

"Are you white dragons? What stupid thing did you do at the critical moment?"

Fortunately, the atmosphere of frenzied fighting did not erode the sanity of all the young dragons. As a female dragon, Angelica was still relatively sober. She used the cover of water mist to hide her dragon body and wandered around the edge of the dragon's nest to avoid encountering the murlocs. Engage in battle, and her attention basically remained on those powerful mutant fish-men.

As a metal dragon, it is undoubtedly stupid to fight a group of low-level fishmen in the most primitive and direct way without growing up.

"You leave first, I'll take care of you."

As the eldest sister, Elena also stood up at this moment and took on the responsibility she thought she should bear. She wanted to be the last one to evacuate the dragon's nest.

"Don't waste time!"

Tyrell roared in dragon language. Those lowly sahuagins didn't understand the meaning of dragon language.

"Are you still going to be proud of letting food and weapons be stained with dragon's blood?"

Crackling~

The lightning was like a snake, twisting and moving, falling on the crowd of fish, and exploded instantly. Under the power of their brother, the two young dragons finally woke up.

"come over."

Tyrell's tone became stronger, showing his majesty as an elder brother, which made the two young dragons remain silent and did not dare to show any more madness.

Because they were frightened by Tyrell's posture at this moment. On the claws of the young dragon that were entangled in the thick fog, lightning gathered into a ball, making a crackling sound, but it was a stable presence.

Ball lightning!

This is an innate power that bronze dragons of their age should not have mastered. But looking at their brother's relaxed and effortless posture, it is obvious that this is not forced use, but a talent like instinct.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

A somewhat unfamiliar dragon language roar sounded in the underground waterway at the entrance to the dragon's nest.

Dirrell looked for the sound, and immediately saw a huge monster over five meters tall. It was a four-armed murloc whose whole body was covered with black scales. What it grabbed in its hand was not It is a trident used by ordinary fishmen, but two anchors with chains.

Black dragon family!

The smell of decay instantly made the young dragons recognize the identity of this monster, and Ai Luo couldn't help but curse out,

"Why do those black scales accept everything? They even gave the murlocs dragon blood."

"Stop complaining and leave now."

A fish-man dragonborn is a threat that cannot be ignored to the young dragons. If these young dragons join forces, they can of course find a way to kill it in the dragon's nest, but what is the price they have to pay for it? It is intolerable for the noble bronze dragon to be injured at the hands of such a despicable hybrid.

"leave here."

Naturally, there is not only one entrance to the dragon's nest, but also multiple passages that can be used for escape. Such passages are extremely hidden and are often buried by numerous plants and gravel.

However, all the young dragons knew these passages. They had all taken turns controlling the dragon's nest and understood the details of the dragon's nest. However, after deciding to escape, all the dragons no longer hesitated. However, as the eldest sister Elena said, Save it for last.

"If you let a dragon go, I will twist off your heads and serve them as food to Lord Dias."

The fish-man dragonborn with the blood of the black dragon roared angrily. The water mist could block its sight, but it could not weaken its perception too much. It could feel the young dragons leaving the dragon's nest, which made it extremely anger.

Under its angry roar, the nobles and priestesses among the fishmen abandoned their useless brethren and gathered together. Under the guidance of the dragonborn, they rushed towards the nearest young dragon - the eldest sister who insisted on staying behind. , Elena.

"It's time for us to leave!"

Watching Brother Long and Sister Long climb into the escape passage through dense ferns and algae, Tyrell looked at Elena who used her spellcasting ability to summon a wall of wind to stop the fish-men.

"You leave first, I will follow you."

"What's the point of being humble at a time like this?"

Tyrell let out a roar, waved his claws, and threw out the ball lightning that had been accumulated for a long time. Then he opened his mouth to spit it out, but the aura still shone, and thick water mist filled the space in front of the two dragons. , covering their figures.

"Walk!"

The ball lightning fell on the crowd of chasing murlocs, roaring and exploding. The murloc noble, who was respected by many murlocs, fell down under the lightning, covered in stinking black smoke. Even the tall black-scaled dragonborn , also stiffened and paralyzed by the lightning that enveloped its body - the rusty anchor in its hand was a good conductor of electricity.

"I'm your sister, don't pull my tail!"

Before she could take a breath, Elena felt her body being dragged backwards. When she turned around, she saw her brother pulling her tail and rushing towards the escape tunnel.