Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Osiris Tyrell..."

Even if there is a huge storm raging, neither the raging hurricane nor the roaring thunder can stop that childish voice from reverberating between the sky and the sea, sinking into every resident of Punolando like a doomsday scene. , can all hear the voice announcing his birth to the world.

Not only Punolando, but all living beings in the surrounding areas of this prosperous port city can hear this childish voice that seems to be ringing in their ears.

Giants walking in the storm, Nagas swimming under the deep water... In the distant mountains in the interior, dwarves mining ores, elves coexisting with nature in the forests, and deep underground, fighting for survival resources The dark tribes... They all looked at the birthplace of the supreme beings and cast their gazes.

"It's unbelievable that a dragon of this level would be born in this era. Isn't this really the reincarnation of a certain His Majesty?"

Unconsciously, more and more "people" gathered at the entrance of the Grand Theater, which stood still in the storm and even reflected a thin layer of spiritual light.

"Impossible. I have never heard of any His Majesty who plans to give up everything and start over."

The white-haired old man categorically objected. He is the Brass Dragon and the owner of the Grand Theater behind him. He is also one of the people with the best information channels in this port city.

Therefore, dragons who want to know about the latest major events in the world will almost come to visit him, and sometimes they can get unexpected gains.

"But it would be too exaggerated for a naturally born dragon to have such power."

A young man looked at the Orpheus Mountains in the storm, with wonder in his eyes.

"Think about his parents, it's normal to behave like this."

"How is this normal? Those two should not have children from their union."

Some dragons couldn't help but complain.

"What are you talking about? His Highness is now in his prime, not even an adult. Why shouldn't he have an heir?"

"Although his power is not strong and he is only legendary, his bloodline level is said to be comparable to that of our ancestors. It is almost impossible for such a dragon to leave any heirs after being promoted to legend."

"But the fact is that His Highness not only has children, but also more than one."

"You mean the red dragon hybrid?"

In an instant, the entrance of the Grand Theater shrouded by the storm fell into silence, and then one after another eyes turned to the white-haired old man who was the most informed. This immediately made the old brass dragon extremely dissatisfied.

"What do you think I'm doing? I don't know anything."

"Elder, no dragon in this city can have more information than you. You must know something about the new hybrid."

A young man with a somewhat elegant look spoke respectfully.

"I don't understand. I don't know anything. I haven't even seen it. Where do I know where to go? That little dragon has never left that mountain since it came."

The old brass dragon immediately objected, showing a taboo and unfamiliar expression, as if he didn't want to talk more, but how could this group of metal dragons gathered here be willing to let him go so easily.

"I have heard some false news. It is said that the mixed-race creature should not have been born, but the five-color dragon queen spared no expense and devoted all her power to bring the dragon that should not have been born into the world."

"Without the power of the gods, there should not have been a dragon of this level born through natural means. His Highness Osiris should have been born through a similar method. It was probably our father who exerted his power."

"This should be another game between our father and that mother. But it is too cruel to let brothers kill each other. What does the bronze dragon master think?"

"The existence of hybrid dragons is already taboo, but our Bronze Dragon Lord, not only did he not deal with this, he also brought this hybrid dragon to this city. I also want to know what he wants to do."

"Have you been bewitched?"

These young dragons, who can be seen to be extremely young even in humanoid form, and even have a sense of vitality and majesty that immortal species should not have, are talking about it, but the direction they are talking about is getting more and more outrageous. , so that the old Brass Dragon, who was unwilling to say anything else, couldn't stand listening anymore.

"That's enough. Just relying on some baseless and unrealistic news, you are talking about your master. Have you forgotten your identity?"

The old brass dragon's expression was extremely serious, even stern. He looked at the group of young metal dragons, with a hint of worry deep in his orange vertical pupils.

Most of these young dragons are in their adolescence and young adulthood, and most of them came to this city to admire the reputation of the bronze dragon master.

However, almost none of these dragons have ever seen the Bronze Dragon Lord Diriel, but because of the existence of the golden dragon, under the influence and inspiration of the golden dragon, they are willing to stay, enter the city hall or the army, take up positions, and become this part of the urban order.

This group of young metal dragons are nominally loyal to the bronze dragon master, but in fact, they really follow the ancestral golden dragon Su Hailun.

It is precisely because of this that they lack enough awe and respect for the ambitious bronze dragon master, which is not a good thing.

"If His Majesty, the noble Bronze Dragon Lord, was not bewitched, then why did he favor a red dragon? And even gave birth to an heir with her?"

"Yes, it's not just that. He is obviously a metal dragon, but he just indulges the color dragon clan and plunders on the other side of the continent..."

The words of the old brass dragon did not quiet down the group of young metal dragons. Instead, they became noisy. The dissatisfaction that had been accumulated a long time ago was revealed at this moment.

This is the important reason why, as young metal dragons, they still lack respect for this powerful metal dragon and are dissatisfied with it even after they have heard all kinds of legends and deeds related to the Bronze Dragon Lord.

This powerful bronze dragon is so close to the color dragon clan that sometimes the dragon can't help but question whether he has fallen and is leaning towards the mother of evil dragons.

Of course, another more important factor is that almost most of the metal dragons who come to seek refuge are assigned to work in municipal departments and engage in civilian jobs. Very few dragons can go to the battlefield and control the army.

But unlike them, those color dragons were able to show their power in the broader Elmond continent, and were even allowed to develop their own army. Such differential treatment was what made this group of people more powerful. An important source of dissatisfaction among young metallic dragons.

"I have told you many times, don't judge an atavistic dragon with the same eyes as ordinary dragons. The behavior pattern of the ancestral dragon is completely different from what you know. To be strict, the ancestral dragon Dragons are no longer the same species as all the dragons you know."

Seeing these excited young dragons in front of him, the old brass dragon also felt a headache, but he had to continue to explain, otherwise these young and impulsive guys might cause some small disturbances.

"I will not make any excuses for the Bronze Dragon Lord's favoring the red dragon, but if you use this as a basis to think that he has fallen in love with the color dragon clan, or even taken refuge with the five-color dragon mother, that would be a big mistake. Very wrong.

As we all know, the Bronze Dragon Master holds a slave artifact. Those colored dragons who are free in the eyes of you and can shine in Elmond Continent are just slaves of Tyrell. I don't understand. Why envy a group of slaves? Are you even jealous of them? "

"Slave? What kind of slave can own his own territory, build a city on it, and even organize an army that is completely loyal to him?"

The Brass Dragon's explanation only appeased some dragons, and some dragons still doubted it.

Thanks to the unique location of Punolando Port, and the fact that more and more special beings gather in this port, teleportation arrays can be built in it, which also allows the circulation of news in this port city. It has become so frequent that even if it is something happening on other continents, the residents of this city can know about it on the same day.

"Alduin, what kind of news gave you the illusion that that city and those armies belonged to a slave? Why didn't you go and see for yourself before you made such a ridiculous judgment?"

The old brass dragon looked at the still noisy dragon with a gaze that had become wise after years of precipitation. It was a teenage red copper dragon.

"There are chromatic dragons everywhere..."

"But it is still the territory of our metal dragons. No matter how many color dragons there are, it can't change this. The highest governor there is the ancient golden dragon His Excellency Guderian. The series of titles possessed by this noble being must be No need for me to introduce you."

Under the gaze of the old brass dragon, these young dragons who were still a little restless suddenly became quiet. Even the dragons who still had some strange thoughts in their hearts and were dissatisfied lowered their heads at this moment.

“Not only Elmond Continent, but also Punolando and the distant Northern Plains Knights Country, these are the territories of the Bronze Dragon Lord Tiril.

Now and in the future, these areas will always be ruled by metal dragons. Even if the color dragons are active, they can only become his minions, tearing apart all enemies who dare to show their teeth for him. "

When all the dragons fell silent, the old dragon looked at the Orpheus Mountains, which stood proudly in the storm and had undergone some mysterious changes, and reminded these metal dragons,

"That hybrid with red dragon blood flowing through his body is no different from a heretic in your eyes. Have you overlooked that he also has the same blood flowing through him?"

"But the red dragon..."

"In fact, I am very curious. Under the oppression of the ancestral bronze dragon bloodline, how many characteristics can the red dragon bloodline still show?"

The white-haired old man looks kind and approachable,

"The growth period of the young dragon will not be too long, no more than ten years. We should all be able to see these two His Highnesses with our own eyes. I hope that by then you can maintain enough respect, and everything you say and do will be in line with what you have learned. Etiquette, do not make inappropriate actions or speak inappropriate words.

I will not plead for any of your dragons, because I don't want to face the anger of their father or mother. This is not the pressure that an old dragon like me should bear. "

The dragons that gathered because of the changes in the celestial phenomena were just an insignificant microcosm of this prosperous port city.

In this city, many creatures from all over the world and even other worlds gathered together, and the birth announcement spread throughout the city and surrounding areas. It attracted the attention of too many people and forces, but all of this was insignificant to the golden dragon in the Dragon Palace on the top of the mountain.

"Osiris, my child!"

The eyes of Jinlong Su Hailun were full of kindness and motherly glory.

Bathing in the Sunfire Rapids Pool and swallowing the essence of the sun is a young dragon with dazzling golden scales. Unsurprisingly, this young dragon is different from any other young dragon.

This is true whether it is a gold dragon or a bronze dragon, even if it does not correspond to the advanced ancestral forms of the two dragons.

There is no problem with this in the eyes of the loving golden dragon. After all, he is a mixed race. It is not surprising that any abnormal changes will occur on his body, as long as he is still a dragon.

"Mother!"

The young dragons who were born with knowledge looked up at their mother, with a look of deep nostalgia in those dragon eyes that were as bright and shining as the sun. However, this newly born little guy found that he After the figure of his mother, he looked expectantly in other directions, and then asked with some confusion,

"Where's dad?"

"...Your father, he is sleeping now, you won't be able to see him for the time being."

Seeing the first question he asked after the successful birth of his son, whom he had been waiting for for several years, Jinlong Su Hailun couldn't help but pause, and then answered somewhat depressedly.

"Sleep."

Osiris quickly found relevant descriptions in his inherited memory, but he knew very well that these descriptions neither applied to himself nor his father, and could only be used as a reference.

"Then how long do I have to wait to see my dad?"

"I don't know, five years, maybe ten years, maybe until you become the Young Dragon Queen, I can't say."

Jinlong Su Hailun's words revealed some resentment and dissatisfaction. Because when this child was born, there was no father waiting by his side. This was far different from the treatment that another illegitimate child enjoyed when he was born.

"Hey~"

The young dragon that had just emerged from the shell obviously didn't care about his mother's strangeness. He let out a soft cry full of surprise and looked at the young dragon hiding behind the stone pillars of the main hall, poking his head.

"Is he my brother?"

The parent-child inquiry made Su Hailun, who was already a little resentful, couldn't help but frown. She looked at the young dragon huddled behind the stone pillar, looking a little timid, but at the same time extremely excited, and then looked at herself The heirs are not going to hide anything,

"In terms of blood relationship, he is indeed your brother, but I am not his mother."

"this……"

The young dragon Osiris was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses and figured out the relationship between himself and the young dragon who looked not much older than him.

"Your father entrusted me to raise him, but it's difficult for me to allocate too much energy. I have too many things to deal with. Osiris, can you help me take care of him?"

"sure."