Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Hahaha, Carlos, you can try the suggestions given by your subordinates. You have quite a few offspring, half-bloods and half-dragons. You should be able to find them. If successful, you might be able to win over an ancestor. Instead of a metal dragon.”

With a hint of ridicule, a sarcastic voice came out from the dancing light and shadow. It was a hell that was spewing flames all the time. A giant dragon with dark red scales was entrenched on the half-melted castle. Dead bones were scattered around.

The thick dragon horns and the raised bone spurs on its cheeks make this red dragon look more ferocious than the demon lords in the abyss, but the huge golden-red gemstone on its chest adds a touch of elegance to it. Sex and indescribable majesty.

"Do you only say things like this without thinking about it? Garodan!"

When Carlos, the King of Blue Ting, heard such words that were somewhat offensive and implied provocation, he stared at the red dragon without getting angry.

"You think too highly of him. There is only molten in his mind. However, according to your description, you can try to win over this metal dragon. He is indeed different from those sanctimonious metal dragons."

Vines with sharp poisonous stings grew and spread in the void, and an emerald green dragon as big as a mountain lay on it, but it was as sinister and vicious as a poisonous snake spitting out messages.

"To win over a metal dragon to join the Five Colors Council? This is the first time I have heard of such a thing in the 600 years since I joined the council. If the dragon agrees, then do we also have to change our name and change it to the Six Colors Council in the future? ?”

Each scale is like being carved out of ice crystals. The Glacier King sneered, that was a world of ice, snow and storms, and he was the ruler of this world. Tens of thousands of white dragons and frost giants surrendered. Under his wings, make him king.

"If he is willing to join, it is not impossible to change his name. After all, he is an ancestral dragon, which is not comparable to us low-blooded and inferior dragons."

Most of his body was soaked in the mud, withered scales sticking tightly to the keel, and blue soul fire leaping in his skull. Even if he was separated by endless distances and in different worlds, he could still make others Several dragons smelled the stench and decay coming from him.

"The Five-Color Council can even tolerate a dracolich, so what's wrong with accepting a rebellious metal dragon?"

"I haven't done anything yet, but you are discussing whether to let this metal dragon join."

Carlos forcibly interrupted the unprovoked argument. He was not looking for these guys to discuss with them, but to prepare for war with the Metal Dragon Tribe.

Five Color Parliament!

This is composed of five-color dragons, but most of the five-color dragons are completely unaware of its existence. Because if you want to join the five-color council, the lowest threshold is the legendary ancient dragon. Black dragons and white dragons can only be eligible if they have crossed the ancient years. Join, but you don’t have much say.

If you want to have the right to speak in the Five-Color Council, it doesn't matter what color your scales are. What matters is your own strength. However, even an ordinary ancient red dragon has no qualifications to speak at this moment.

Because those who can speak at this moment, even the black dragon and the white dragon who seem to be the weakest, have achieved absolute dominance in their respective worlds, and are able to leave a strong mark on their respective world histories. The king of dragons in one stroke.

"You are too ridiculous!"

"Hahaha! Didn't you say this? So I suggest you give it a try. It's not like you don't have a daughter. If it succeeds, won't our power expand again?"

The castle beneath him had completely melted, and the red dragon, half of its body immersed in the lava pool, laughed loudly. His body exuded a violent aura, but there was no evil thought in the dragon's eyes, and there was a sense of purity.

This is an ancient red dragon with divinity. It is precisely because of this that he has enough confidence to tease an ancestral blue dragon. The bloodline potential is of little significance to a dragon like him. Even the ancient red dragon The dragon, in front of him, was as fragile as a newborn dragon.

"It's impossible for him to join the Five Colors Council."

Carlos rejected what he considered a ridiculous suggestion.

"Are you reluctant to leave your daughter?"

"Are you kidding me?"

The King of Blue Ting looked coldly at the Green Capital Dragon Mother who seemed to break through the long distance in the material world at any time and descend in front of him.

The five-color dragon tribe basically has no moral values. As for the concept of chastity, there is no need to mention it. There is no concept of this aspect at all.

Although blue dragons are a very particular dragon species among the five-color dragon clan, they even raise their own cubs and have a family concept, but they have no control over their desire for reproduction.

The Blue Ting King has ancestral blood. In this regard, he is no different from ordinary blue dragons. Even because his ancestral blood has given him a stronger body than blue dragons of the same age, he naturally He had a stronger desire.

As a giant dragon that has survived for nearly five hundred years, Carlos himself cannot remember how many female creatures he has favored after possessing the ability to reproduce. He already has no less than thirty pure-blood dragon companions. As for dragons, There are countless partners outside of him, and there are hundreds of human beings. After all, a single human being cannot bear his fate.

But even so, weak humans have given birth to the largest number of offspring for him. However, humans are too weak, so they often have to sacrifice their lives to give birth to dragon seeds for him.

But these mixed dragons, in the eyes of King Lan Ting, are simply insulting him, but he is not cruel enough to kill his own children, he just lets them go, and he doesn't know how many such children he has.

The only ones he values ​​​​a little bit are the children he conceived with the pure-blood dragon clan. However, the number of such dragons is extremely rare. So far, there are only three.

But none of these dragons can be regarded as his successor. What he wants is a descendant with the same ancestral bloodline as himself, not a waste with degraded bloodline and only slightly stronger than ordinary dragons.

Of course, he doesn't care much about successors. As a giant dragon with a lifespan of at least five thousand years, he has no obsession with descendants and successors. The concepts of long-lived and short-lived species are in this aspect , completely inconsistent.

"In that case, why don't you want to try it once?"

Ludu Longyu asked in a kind tone, with a gentle and delicate voice. If you didn't look at her face, she really sounded like a kind and kind mother who cared deeply about her children.

But in fact, this ancient green dragon has another title in her world, and it is also the title given to her by her fellow dragons: Great Slave Master!

"Ah!"

Carlos sneered, not to mention how ridiculous it was for a group of five-color dragons to try to win over a bronze dragon who liked to associate with paladin.

Even taking a step back, if one of his daughters succeeded in seducing the bronze dragon and making it possible for him to unite with the bronze dragon, then he would only seek help from the bronze dragon. The dragon hides the existence of the Council of Five Colors instead of inviting him to join.

"Because I want to kill this metal dragon and hang his body in front of my palace."

"Kill an ancestral bronze dragon that has been promoted to legend?"

"Is this the intention to start a war between the Five Color Dragon Clan and the Color Dragon Clan?"

"Sounds like fun, would you like to invite us?"

"I smell death and destruction!"

The King of Blue Ting's words fell into the ears of several evil dragons who were already at the top of their respective worlds. They elicited different reactions, but without exception, each dragon's mood swings were extremely strong.

Not to mention the ancestral dragon, just provoking an ordinary legendary metal dragon would trigger a war, let alone a dragon with such a special background.

Times have long been different, and the world has changed. Ancestral dragons are not just ancestral dragons. The birth of every ancestral dragon is inevitably fueled by the gods. If you want to hunt an ancestral dragon, you will offend someone. A god who pours a lot of divine power and resources into the material world.

Obviously, hunting an ancestral dragon belonging to the Metal Dragon Clan will definitely offend the famous Lord of the North Wind.

"Carlos, is this an oracle from our common mother?"

The aura exuded by the Ludu Dragon Mother was even colder. She used the most vicious eyes to speculate on the purpose of the dragon in front of her.

"Have you forgotten why we allowed you to join in the first place?"

"That's right, we do not accept or carry out any orders from the Dragon God!"

Although the beliefs of the gods and their believers are spread across all major planes, for the dragons who stand at the pinnacle of their respective material worlds, they are the purest and most complete unbelievers. They will not believe in living beings other than themselves. As for gods, I don’t believe them at all.

For the father of good dragons, Lord of the North Wind, Bahamut, these evil dragons still have an attitude of fear and respect, but for the mother of evil dragons, the five-color dragon queen, Tiamat, these evil dragons have no Not all with an attitude of disgust and rejection, or even hostility.

Because this mother of all evil dragons did not give them any help or even watch when they were at their weakest and most difficult time.

After they gradually emerge and gain a certain level of power and status, the evil dragon mother will lower her will and issue orders with a kind mother's face.

Who would obey such a mother, let alone the blood of the most violent, vicious and cruel dragon flowing in their bodies.

"It has nothing to do with Tiamat. This is my own decision."

Carlos looked at the questions raised by these evil dragons and responded without changing his expression,

"The reason why I want to kill this dragon is because he wants to kill me. I just want to eradicate the future troubles, that's all."

He knew why these evil dragons reacted so violently? Because for them, gods are existences that they both desire and fear. They long for the power of gods, but hate the manipulation and influence from gods.

The metal dragon clan and the color dragon clan have a history of hatred that lasts for tens of thousands of years. This hatred is even engraved in the blood of the two dragon clans. The newly born dragons, even if they don't know anything, know that they hate each other.

But this kind of hatred is due to the influence of the Dragon God. The Dragon God has engraved hatred in their blood, causing the Dragon Clan to continue to fight.

For the evil dragons who want to get rid of the mother's influence, they are naturally unwilling to pay the price for the battle and grudge between the two dragon gods, especially when the price is their own lives.

Just because of the status of the Metal Dragon, launching an attack on another dragon with equal or even greater strength, and then risking one's own life, such behavior is too stupid in the eyes of these evil dragons.

Of course, if there are enough interests to compete for, let's talk about it separately. This is another matter.

"He wanted to kill you? What did you do?"

The Ludu Dragon Mother was a little curious, but she was just enjoying the show. Seeing two ancestral dragons fighting was undoubtedly a rare pleasure.

"I almost killed his siblings and his parents when he was young, but I didn't even know he existed at that time."

Carlos wrote lightly, but as soon as he finished speaking, a huge and shining red dragon appeared on the chest, like a sun, and he immediately laughed without any scruples,

"I thought you were some smart guy, but you actually did such a stupid thing and let go of a young ancestral dragon. Hahahahaha, I was laughing so hard."

"So now I have to make amends for the mistakes I made."

Carlos' expression remained unchanged. Such taunts were as insignificant to him as windy sand in the desert.

Of course, if he had the chance, he wouldn't mind unscrewing the head of this demigod red dragon, digging out the divine gem in front of his chest, and displaying it in his treasure house.

"So, are you asking for our help?"

The Glacier Lord asked with great interest. At this moment, his fragile heart was unprecedentedly satisfied.

"You are too weak to help me."

The King of Blue Ting just glanced at this unusually large white dragon and stopped paying attention. Few of the dragons that could join the Five-Color Council were normal dragons, including the blue one that he killed and replaced. Dragon also possesses strength beyond his age, but he is no match for him.

"I will launch a war against the ancestral bronze dragon soon. I don't know how many metal dragons that dragon can call to support him. I may be able to solve it independently, but maybe I will need help. By then, I won't Will be stingy with my bounty.”

"Jie Jie Jie, as long as you start this war without the intervention of the female dragon, the Five Colors Council will not give up aid to any member, especially an outstanding dragon like you."

"When are you going to invite us?"

"I am very interested in the world you live in. It must be a very vast and beautiful world that can accommodate the growth of many ancestral dragons."