Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

Roar~

The young dragon that broke the egg poked out a big head and let out a low roar at the dragon that was looking down at him. A burst of thunder and flames intertwined, full of destructive dragon breath, suddenly erupted from it. It spurted out from the mouth and stretched for tens of meters and nearly a hundred meters.

"Kronos Tyrell Aurelion Nazdormu!"

When the thunder fire went out, the young dragon, which was close to the size of a young dragon, roared out his real name. Under the calm eyes of Tyrell and Urrudia full of surprise, the soft-looking wings suddenly opened and shattered. Remove all the eggshells, revealing the whole picture.

The general shape is no different from that of a newly born baby dragon. They both have a big head and a small body. They look round, fleshy, and silly.

It's just that in terms of specific details and characteristics, it has nothing to do with the normal red dragon or the bronze dragon. In other words, it is completely impossible to imagine its connection with these two types of dragons.

On both sides of his head, six short but distinctive dragon horns can be seen. Those are definitely not bone spurs and scale thorns, but dragon horns that symbolize the bloodline level and authority of the dragon clan.

The dragon scales on his body were just like the broken dragon eggs that he had broken free from. The red lines on the gold background showed a faint translucent gem luster, which seemed to be closely related to the gem dragon clan.

Its body proportions are also different from those of orthodox dragons, but like Tyrell, only a slender dragon tail occupies half of its nearly seven-meter-long dragon body.

From the appearance alone, it can be seen that this baby dragon has a close relationship with him. Di Ruier watched the baby dragon shout out his true name, his consciousness was immersed in the blood inheritance, and he fell into silence for a while, lying in the magma pool. The motionless baby dragon made no movement.

Although he could feel the inseparable blood connection with himself from the little dragon in front of him, there was a faint resistance and resistance in Di Ruier's heart.

Tyrell could not describe the emotions and feelings he had. Perhaps it was because the birth of the young dragon in front of him was inseparable from the five-color dragon queen Tiamat.

Because of this relationship, even though this dragon is his true eldest son, he still has a resistance and innate defense from the bottom of his heart. It is not against this young dragon that is very similar to him in appearance, but To that evil god Tiamat.

After all, this dragon god has always been unwilling to give birth to offspring without any benefit. To be able to give birth to an heir for a dragon of his level, the dragon god must have paid a high price.

However, the Dragon God does not have the priesthood related to fertility and reproduction. Such behavior does not have any benefit to him. What he wants, or wants to plot, is other interests.

The Dragon God wants to get a reward that is unimaginable for ordinary people. At least the faith of an entire country and the power to control the rise and fall of a country can satisfy him.

"dad!"

The sound of milky milk woke Tyrell out of his thoughts. He lowered his head and watched his eldest son pick up an eggshell fragment stuck with magma solution from the lava pool and stuff it into his mouth.

Click~

The sound of a metal eggshell being chewed and broken was like a thunderbolt, which suddenly brought Di Ruil back to reality, still in the state of hesitation and decision-making.

Before his eldest son could fish out the second eggshell fragment from the lava pool and put it into his mouth, Tyrell had already stretched out his dragon claws, fished out the young dragon from the lava pool, and placed it in his before.

"dad?"

The newly born baby dragon was unbearably hungry. After seeing Tyrell fish him out, he raised his huge head and looked at Tyrell eagerly.

Under the explanation of those clear and ignorant golden eyes, no matter how many doubts and scruples Di Ruier had in his heart, he had to suppress them all at this moment.

"That's all, no matter how many calculations that old female dragon has, as long as I can control the absolute power, I can naturally defeat it with one force. Why bother to think about it and not be the dragon father."

Now that your heir has been hatched, don't think too much. Even if you have many worries and calculations in your heart, you must fulfill your responsibilities as a father.

Thinking of this, Di Ruier stretched out his dragon claws and quickly threw out many metal ingots that were refined to nearly 100% purity, including gold, silver, copper, and iron.

If he wasn't worried about breaking the young dragon's half-grown teeth, Tyrell wouldn't even mind throwing away rare metals obtained from foreign lands.

"What's this?"

Seeing the metal ingots sprinkled by the huge and majestic father in front of him, almost burying his entire dragon, his thinking was a little confused between the two completely different dragon bloodlines, so that he was a little stiff and sluggish. Cronus, the young dragon, was a little confused, and he raised his head in fear. He looked at his father with a little uneasiness, and carefully asked Tyrell's intentions.

He has now figured out his identity as a hybrid dragon, but he also knows what the half-red dragon bloodline he possesses means in the eyes of his absolutely dominant bronze dragon father, which makes him feel uneasy.

"Just eat these, no need to eat the eggshells."

Tyrell stretched out his dragon claws and fiddled with the stacked mountains of gold.

When he had just emerged from his shell, his parents were just ordinary bronze dragons. Even so, they still did not cause him any pain.

He is now almost at the top of the Carlos plane, but he still allows his first child to be born by chewing eggshells to fill his stomach.

Then his father's party is too incompetent. He has no words to go to his parents and declare that he is a metal dragon.

"Can this be eaten?"

The dragon inheritance information that Kronos received at this moment completely exceeded that of ordinary dragons, so that his thoughts were a little confused, and he did not know to what extent the inheritance he received at this moment had reached. When he heard that his father asked him to swallow When eating the precious metals in front of him, his eyes showed surprise and reluctance.

"Of course, these purified metals are suitable for replenishing nutrients for newly born dragons like you and quickly strengthening bones and scales."

Tyrell is very sure that there is nothing wrong with his parenting diet. The problem is that most dragons are reluctant and do not have the capital to feed their offspring with purified precious metals because they themselves are reluctant to eat like this.

Ouch~

After confirming that the metal in front of him was really the first meal given to him by his father, the young dragon Knoros, who had already felt a little uneasy and panicked, was relieved at this moment. But even so, he chose value. The smallest iron ingot serves as his first snack.

Although he is just a newly born baby dragon, his dragon teeth are enough to cut into refined metal ingots, as easily as cutting tofu with a steel knife, with a single touch.

"Don't have any worries, these are all yours."

Seeing that the young dragon just picked the lowest value metal ingots as food, Tyrell felt helpless and a little funny.

Under his gaze, the young dragon gradually adapted and began to boldly use precious metals that were difficult for ordinary young dragons to collect as its first meal after emerging from the shell. , eat them all into your stomach.

Seeing Tyrell begin to carefully feed the baby dragon and emerge from its shell, the red dragon Urrudia, who had been watching all this, suddenly smiled with joy in his eyes.

What she was most worried about did not happen after all. No matter how much Dirrell evolved and transcended, he still did not get rid of the metal dragon clan's nature of caring for family. He still cherished and cherished his direct bloodline.

"Dirrell, I..."

"Kronus has been successfully hatched. You have done well during this period. What kind of reward do you want?"

Before Red Dragon could speak, Direa had already interrupted her. At this moment, Direa looked at Red Dragon with a pleasant look. He seemed to be extremely happy about the birth of his first eldest son. Therefore, Aiwu and Wuxia prepared to Give the red dragon corresponding rewards.

"I want Nine Harbors!"

Seeing Tyrell's desire and love for his children, the red dragon Urrutia seemed to have foreseen a bright future and blurted out without even thinking about it.

Because this is the most prosperous and affluent port city that she can see within her sight. She knows that it was built under the supervision of one of Tyrell's most trusted metal dragons, the silver dragon Emilia. And then developed.

She had long been envious of the wealth accumulated there, but she had never had the chance to reach out, but now, it was different.

The Silver Dragon has been transferred to a distant continent by Tyrell, and the one who takes over is a seraph who only knows how to maintain the rules and order left by the Silver Dragon. After observing the past few years, she feels that what that angel can do, she You can do it, but don't you just ignore everything and just sit back and count your taxes? Who doesn't do this?

Now that Di Ruier asked her to speak and promised to give her a reward, she naturally couldn't miss it. If she could become the governor of Nine Ports, it wouldn't be long before she could have wealth comparable to that of Gu Long, and this wealth would still be there. Gradually increase over time.

"With your abilities, you are not qualified to be the governor of Nine Harbors. So, since you want to be the governor so much, then I will give you a chance.

On the Ash Coast of the Elmond continent, a group of troglodytes built a port there in order to surrender to me. Now it's up to you to take over.

If you can develop that city within ten years and make it an indispensable link in the offshore trade routes, then I will officially appoint you as the governor. "

Tyrell did not hesitate to reject this red dragon's greedy and unaware request, but he did not reject it completely, but instead made another proposal.

Just such a proposal does not satisfy the red dragon. The red dragon is keen on killing and plundering, and likes to plunder the fruits of the labor of intelligent races, but it is too difficult for them to obtain the fruits through labor, or rather beyond their cognitive climate.

Even though Urrutia is different from most red dragons, she is not willing to do this kind of thing. Management and development have nothing to do with the tyrannical red dragons.

"Dirrell, you are familiar with everything about me. Don't you think that I can't govern Nine Harbors with my talents? I don't want to go to Storm Point, a rural city like that, where even the lowest white dragons don't have many Have a look."

"When did you feel that you had management skills comparable to the silver dragon Emilia?"

When Tyrell saw the red dragon that began to expand rapidly for some unknown reason, he immediately asked in a funny tone.

"I just have this kind of talent. If you don't believe it, just leave Nine Harbors to me. Wait until ten years later and come to inspect me again."

"If you are willing to go to Storm Bluff, then you can go. If not, you can stay here."

Dirrell no longer has the patience to communicate with this female red dragon. She is pampered and arrogant. This is the most suitable word to describe the state of this female dragon at the moment. After having children, she has lost her initial caution and thinks that she can do whatever she wants. , asking for it from him unscrupulously.

"Tyriel, why do you treat me like this? I went through so much hardship to give birth to Knoros for you. I just asked you for a few port cities, but you are so stingy, even so No reward is willing to be given to me.”

Seeing Tyrell's attitude becoming more and more perfunctory, Urrudia suddenly exploded, and this attitude shocked Cronus, the young dragon who had already begun to swallow gold.

"Are you full?"

Tyrell ignored the hysterical red dragon, but looked at the young dragon with a gentle tone, whose belly had bulged slightly, and the scales on his body began to shine with the bright elemental luster.

"I'm full, dad. I feel a little sleepy. Can I sleep next to you for a while?"

Kronos, the young dragon who was fed by Tyrell, nodded quickly, and then asked a little cautiously, and then seemed to be afraid that Tyrell would disagree, so he quickly added,

"I promise that I will sleep very lightly, won't snore, and won't disturb you, father."

"I won't stay here forever. If you want to sleep next to me, then you may have to adapt to the changing sleeping environment."

Upon hearing the request made by the young dragon, Tyrell's eyes suddenly became dark, but he did not refuse.

"No, Knoros, you are my child. You are not allowed to go anywhere. You are here. There is no place more suitable for you to sleep and grow than here."

The red dragon Urrudia, who had been guarding the dragon egg for almost seven years, became anxious when she heard the request made by her heir. Because her condition was rejected by Tyrell, at this moment, she felt a sense of urgency. Revengeful mentality.

"Mother!"

Seeing the female dragon roaring at him, the newly born baby dragon seemed to be frightened, and its body trembled slightly. Then, following its instinct, it moved closer to Tyrell's body as if looking for support and shelter.

The shadow under the young dragon began to spread, and soon turned into a dark and sticky lake. A ferocious and huge dragon-shaped shadow crawled out of the black pool, and soon restrained the roaring red dragon in place, regardless of No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free, but instead attracted more shadow dragon attendants.

"When did you have the right to speak here? Urrutia, what made you lose the calmness and caution of your youth? Have you forgotten who you are?"

Di Ruier looked at the red dragon with an expression full of indifference. He was not surprised that his red dragon mistress' temperament had changed so much. She had frequent contact with a dragon god who greedily looked at the material world. It was not surprising that such a change occurred.

"You are now asking me to confirm that you do not have the qualifications and ability to raise a young dragon. I will find a new guardian for Knoros."