Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"You have no problem with me."

Tyrell looked down at the dragon-shaped Naga Sidnia who became increasingly uneasy under his gaze.

"But I have a problem with you. I want to ask, where is the crown on your head? Where is it?"

"Crown? I don't have a crown!"

Hearing Tyrell's question, Sidnia suddenly looked stunned and confused. But in her heart, she already vaguely understood something.

"Why don't you have a crown?"

Di Ruier's dragon eyes glowed with golden light again, and his majesty filled the magnificent palace.

"What were you doing while I was asleep?"

"I……"

Sidnia was speechless. At this moment, she finally understood what the bronze dragon in front of her who had just emerged from sleep wanted to do.

"In ten years, you have done nothing. You have neither tapped into the power I gave you nor achieved the status you should have in the Kingdom of Pomerania. You have disappointed me so much!"

"Your Majesty, while you were sleeping, my grandmother's power not only did not decline, but instead took another step forward. Now she is a legendary eighth-level Naga, and it is said that she has condensed divinity."

Sidnia felt aggrieved by such accusations and questions. She wanted to become the queen, but the boundaries of legend were not easy to break. Even if she became a legend, her grandmother would not be able to challenge her.

"Is it said? Are you using this kind of ambiguous and uncertain news to try to prevaricate me?"

Tyrell's expression was even more indifferent. Although he was just looking for a reason now, this Naga's performance was not only beyond praise, it could also be called incompetent.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. Since I received your gift, the forces I cultivated in the kingdom have been gradually excluded. The Nagas who followed me have either disappeared without reason or been exiled to the border, so I cannot get accurate information. information."

"So, this is my fault?"

"This is all because of my incompetence!"

"Ah."

Tyrell saw Sidnia bowing her head in submission and sneered. This was a test. He deprived this Naga of her identity as a favored one and gave her dragon blood.

Judging from the situation at the time, it seemed that he had destroyed Sidnia's future and reduced her from the future Queen of Nagas to a slave. However, the source of his bloodline was still there and was constantly evolving and becoming stronger. It is equivalent to constantly raising the upper limit of his dependents.

From the current point of view, becoming his true blood dependent is no worse than becoming the dependent of any god, and it even has a brighter future.

But this is just Tyrell's own opinion. It is unknown what Sidnia, who was forced to transform by him, thinks, even if she becomes his dependent, she has stronger potential.

However, if the potential of dragons is to be realized into power, it must take a long time to pay the price. This is a condition that is almost impossible to avoid.

Even Tyrell is no exception. His strength increases significantly after each sleep. This is not because he has tapped out the potential contained in his bloodline, but because the bloodline's advanced leap has been strengthened in all directions. His Strength growth comes from bloodline promotion, rather than tapping potential.

This dragon characteristic is also reflected in his dependents. They all have a bright future, but they cannot see it in a short time.

Sidnia has not been promoted to legend so far, basically because of the shackles of dragon blood. If she still retains the identity of God's Favorite, she may have become a young legendary Naga Lord.

With such a gap and comparison, it would be strange if he didn't have some thoughts in his heart. Putting things in his place, Tyrell felt that it was normal to feel resentment.

Of course, normality is normal, but Dirrell's tolerance is limited to what they think about in their hearts, rather than blatantly showing it in their behavior, delaying the execution of his orders, or even openly resisting.

"You are indeed incompetent, but your grandmother is unwilling to abdicate and leave her position to younger descendants. This is also the main reason. Maybe I should talk to her."

Sidnia suddenly raised her head and was surprised and delighted to see the bronze dragon sitting on the throne. Although she had just guessed that the scolding and accountability to her was just to find the reason for the attack, she did not expect the surprise to come like this. So fast.

The Bronze Dragon Lord's ambition and desire are obvious. Regarding the Pomeranian Naga Kingdom that is just around the corner, he will definitely engulf and conquer it when the time is right. This is Sidnia's point of view.

This is the driving force for Sidnia to persist in her struggle, because once the Bronze Dragon Lord conquers the Naga Kingdom, she will be the most suitable representative manager.

Despite the laziness and laxity of the dragons, she would not be reduced to a puppet and could still control the power. This was clearly reflected in the other territories of the Bronze Dragon Lord. Each regional manager had considerable authority.

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"I know where my grandmother is, please come with me!"

Without any hesitation, Sidnia took the initiative without any hesitation.

Otto, the dragon-turned-giant commander, Zhang Weide, the champion knight, and several flying dragons all looked sideways, but in the face of these strange looks, Sidnia's expression did not change at all.

Although they are all dependents, they are fundamentally different. Sidnia has never been able to integrate into them, and she also disdains to integrate, because she was born to be the king of Naga, and she is not the same as these guys at all.

If they hadn't been lucky enough to meet the Bronze Dragon Lord and receive the gift of true blood, with the exception of her childhood playmate and now the deputy commander of the Giant Legion, Dina, no one else would have come into contact with her based on their original identities. There was no chance, even Dina could only rely on their childhood friendship to communicate with her, and then she could only look up to her and watch them drift apart.

"You are truly a filial granddaughter!"

Seeing Naga who was so proactive and impatient, Tyrell couldn't help but laugh.

"This is the treatment my grandmother deserves. If you know something about her, then you know what a cruel and cold-blooded ruler she is..."

Sidnia may not care about the eyes of other relatives, but he has to pay attention to the attitude of the bronze dragon lord in front of him, because it determines whether she can inherit her grandmother's position, replace her, and become the new queen of the Naga Kingdom.

"Okay, I don't care about any grudges or grudges between you. I'm not interested in these. I just want to see your grandmother now."

Tyrell interrupted Naga's explanation. He was not interested in these. As the dominant race in the ocean, Naga tended to be cold in cultivating their descendants and did not have the affection and tenderness of most humanoid races. Rather, they are almost like beasts, the weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive.

Of course, if all species are arranged, Naga is actually pretty good for his descendants. At least most of them can still be raised alive.

"Do you need to call out the Legion?"

Sidnia suggested cautiously.

"No need."

"you……"

"You want to teach me how to do it?"

"Don't dare!"

"Since you are so worried, then just do as you wish."

Tyrell's gaze penetrated the space barrier and looked at a small material world that was gradually recovering and becoming more prosperous, Kalimdor!

It was a material plane that was gradually revived from extraordinary annihilation and on the verge of destruction under the power of the World Tree. Because of this, the influence of the World Tree on it has reached an extremely exaggerated level.

The elves built cities and multiplied around the Tree of Life disguised as the roots of the World Tree, while the wider plains were occupied by tens of millions of humans.

Apart from these livable areas, among the rolling mountains and dense forests, heterogeneous flying dragons, which generally reach a size of fifteen to twenty-five meters when they reach adulthood, occupy the apex of the food chain.

With the authority of the King of Divine Trees, Tyrell understood the situation in Kalimdor at this moment. He also understood that those humans and flying dragons, who were almost without any restrictions and constraints, multiplied unscrupulously and contributed to this plane. The ecological carrying capacity of the world has brought huge challenges. If it were not supported by the world tree, the ecological environment of this world would have collapsed long ago.

Although flying dragons and humans are in direct competition for resources in their ecological niches, they both have enough sense to restrain them, so they have not become hostile. Some humans even reached an agreement during their contact with flying dragons. Become a Dragon Knight.

"Laton!"

Tyrell called his guardian dragon kin, and he banished this dragon king to the world of Kalimdor, ordering it to mate and multiply with other dragons in this world, spreading its bloodline, which was actually a disguised form of keeping it to himself. The power increases the bloodline limit of the flying dragon clan.

Judging from the results, this guy did a very good job, so Dirrell summoned it at this moment, but he was not only summoning the flying dragon king, but also summoning the descendants of the flying dragon king. Descendants, a race of dragons spread across the world of Kalimdor.

"Your Majesty the Dragon Lord!"

The blue-scaled dragon, which was working hard in the dragon's nest, suddenly woke up. When it raised its head, it saw the space-time vortex opening above its head. She saw the gaze directed at it from the Palace of the Sun, and tears filled her eyes with this giant beast that only lacked a pair of forelimbs compared to the real dragon.

Then, without any hesitation, it abandoned the dragon's nest that had taken decades to gradually build and perfect, spread its wings, and rushed towards the gate of time and space.

When the dragon king crossed the portal and returned to the world of Kalros, the space portal not only did not close, but continued to expand, calling all the dragons living in Kalimdor.

The attraction exuded from the higher material plane is irresistible for any creature. In just a moment, in the jungle where the flying dragon king Raton lives, flying dragons rush into the sky, but they are the first to rush into the whirlpool. Yes, it is still the female flying dragon and the big and small dragons in the laton dragon's nest.

When Di Ruier walked to the sea viewing platform outside the Sun Palace, he saw a dark cloud gradually taking shape with the Gate of Time and Space as its core. It was spreading at an alarming speed, blocking the sun and covering the earth. shrouded in darkness...

They were flying dragons, endless, the number of which was hard to count at the moment. Their outstretched wings blocked the sunlight from the sky, and the shadows overlapped each other, allowing darkness to fall completely.

This is a scene that frightens creatures of any intelligent race. Flying dragons have never been weak creatures. A single flying dragon is enough to dominate the wilderness, and flying dragons in groups are enough to turn a jungle into a jungle. A dangerous restricted area.

But now, the number of flying dragons pouring in from the world of Kalimdor is so large that they have formed a sea of ​​dragon wings. This terrifying scene can be seen intuitively even from the outermost edge of the archipelago.

"His Majesty!"

Wherever the swarm of flying dragons passed, the earth and ocean were plunged into darkness, but the Sun Palace where Diriel was located was still illuminated by the sun. No flying dragon dared to fly over the rest of the land. Only the king of flying dragons crawled. In front of the noble emperor.

"You have done well over the years and have lived up to my expectations."

Looking at the hundreds of thousands of flying dragons soaring in the sky in front of him, Di Ruier had an undisguised look of satisfaction in his eyes.

How could this be unsatisfactory? What satisfied him the most was the evenly distributed aura associated with his existence among the flying dragons.

They are the descendants of Raton, the dependents of the dependents, and they are still his dependents. Diriel has supreme dominance over the flying dragons in front of him, although he does not need bloodline suppression to maintain his rule.

"It is my duty to share your Majesty's worries."

Rodan quickly said that during the years after being exiled to the world of Kalimdor, it wanted to return to Tyrell all the time. The thing it feared most was that other flying dragons would take its place.

I don't know how many midnights it has been in its sleep, but it suddenly woke up. Although it kept comforting itself, its fear and worry were increasing day by day. Now, the answer was revealed, it was still the most powerful flying dragon beside His Majesty the Dragon Clan.

"The awareness is good, so I will give you the corresponding reward, so be prepared!"

Tyrell reminded.

"It is an honor for me to serve His Majesty."

"Then just bear with it!"

Tyrell was too lazy to continue talking to this guy who was full of flattery. Seeing that this guy was emaciated and his scales were dim, he directly gave him a drop of true blood.

It was a ball of golden light. The light that burst out from it could not be covered by even the sun. When it fell on Raton, the King of Flying Dragons, it immediately caused this giant beast with a body length of more than forty meters. Letting out painful roars and screams.

Raton has forgotten that this is the first time he has received a gift, but he is certain that this is the most painful one, and even the first time he has received it cannot match it.

Its scale skin was torn apart by the force bursting from the inside out, one dragon scale fell off one after another, and the crystal bones shattered the fascia and flesh - its keel was growing at a super speed, which made its flesh and blood look like It was like tattered clothes, hanging on the bones, making the whole dragon look miserable and terrifying.

However, the most critical change was in his upper body. Two balls of flesh bulged, and then suddenly bloomed like flower buds. In the gushing blood, two bones grew and stabbed out at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into two It was only a bone claw, but soon there was flesh and blood fascia clinging to it.

"True dragon species!"

Stimulated by a drop of true blood, Raton grew a pair of forelimbs that seemed to be born from scratch.

Even though he was born as a flying dragon, Raton is more like a real dragon than most dragons at this moment. It has all the characteristics.