Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

Storm crystal!

Seeing that there was a crystal core the size of an adult human fist in the dragon's claw, Tyrell couldn't help but fell silent.

He had obtained similar crystals from his parents, but they were just a few fragments, but even so, he gained a lot of benefits during his first sleep transformation. The innate spells he awakened were better than those of his brothers. Sisters are richer.

This is a rare resource. Its production method is to kill the storm elemental body that is raging on the vast ocean. The more powerful the storm elemental body, the higher the probability of dropping crystal cores, and its quality is also proportional to it. .

But under the vast ocean, moving at high speed, the storm elements, which are composed of lightning and hurricanes, are natural disasters. One can imagine the difficulty of obtaining their elemental crystal nuclei.

Of course, the most important thing is that this kind of elemental crystal is very beneficial to the growth of bronze dragons and is a resource that is very suitable for the bronze dragon clan.

"Isn't it enough?"

Seeing that Di Ruier was silent, the little prince shook his hand, and a crystal that was only larger than the storm crystal core in the dragon's claw rolled down again.

"enough."

Dirrell flipped his dragon claws and firmly grasped two complete storm crystal cores. These are at least the cores that can only be dropped after killing a super large elemental body. This level of storm element is his father. Ma Qi went into battle and had to pay a heavy price.

Needless to say, he is worthy of being the first heir to the kingdom. Whatever slips through his fingers is enough to feed a young dragon.

"As long as Mr. Long is satisfied, may I still come to see you in the future?"

Aslan didn't care at all about throwing two storm cores. Aslan stared at Tyrell with bright eyes, full of expectation.

To be fair, Tyrell hated other dragons disturbing him when he was reading, including the golden dragon Loli Su Hailun who used to cook for him from time to time. But at this moment, the young dragon felt that he could make an exception for the short-lived cub in front of him.

No way, who asked him to give so much? No sane dragon would refuse, and it is impossible to refuse. Isn't it just a chat? Tyrell feels that he is the most patient dragon in the castle, and there is no dragon more suitable to be a listener than him.

"As long as you can offer no less than this remuneration, I welcome it at any time."

"That's great. I'll come over to you when I have a rest. We'll see you tomorrow!"

The little prince let out a cheer full of excitement. He only heard the last sentence. As for the previous part, he didn't care at all about the remuneration. He couldn't spend it all, he couldn't spend it all.

"See you tomorrow!"

Staring at the storm crystal in his paws, Tyrell watched the prince leave with patience and a gentle tone.

“It’s amazing to have money!”

The young dragon stared at the crystal core in the palm of his hand, with the storm clouds roaring and roaring inside. After thinking for a moment, he opened his mouth and swallowed it, then put it into his stomach pouch. There is no need to wait until sleep to use this resource.

"I hope I can have wealth comparable to that of a country in the future."

Dirrell set a small goal for himself to be born in a dragon, and then he rejected external influences and focused on the books in front of him.

At this time, the young dragon was vaguely looking forward to tomorrow, but unfortunately, the little prince missed the appointment. Diriel, who had been waiting for a day, had to go out and "drop by" to see the area where short-lived species live. Take a look.

Later, Tyrell discovered that he could not be blamed, because Aslan's time had been squeezed to the extreme, with almost no rest time, except for eating, sleeping, and studying.

Under this situation, it is naturally impossible for Tyrell to do anything. The Kingdom of Ansel needs a new king. Since he wants to wear the crown, he must bear the weight it brings.

Even the study arrangement that seemed almost abusive to the dragon was probably the most relaxed and leisurely time in his life for the little prince, because at this time, he only needed to think about how to study and not other things. .

When Tyrell no longer had any expectations for the arrival of the little prince, a slightly rounded short figure appeared in front of him again as the night fell.

"Don't you want to sleep?"

Tyrell looked at the tired Aslan in front of him with some surprise. Although he was immersed in the book, he would always pay attention to the changes in the outside world.

"I want to sleep, but I want to chat with Mr. Long more."

"Well, sit down and talk."

The child who received the answer immediately showed a happy expression, and without any etiquette, he sat cross-legged on the ground, raised his head, and stared at the bronze dragon turning the metal leaves in front of him.

Facing a huge beast that could swallow him whole without chewing, the child not only showed no fear on his face, but instead talked about what he had experienced during this time and expressed his dissatisfaction.

"Mr. Long, are you listening?"

Looking at the young dragon whose eyes were fixed on the book, Aslan, whose upper and lower eyelids were already fighting, murmured.

"I'm listening, you now have a very hateful elf swordsmanship teacher."

"is her……"

The little prince's spirit was shaken, and he began to narrate again, but as he spoke, his eyelids began to fight again, and finally he leaned against the bookshelf and fell into a deep sleep.

"well!"

Gazing at the little prince who was sleeping soundly, Tyrell couldn't help but sigh softly, but had no other words. He continued to read the books in front of him, and the pages turned gently until the sun was about to rise the next day. hour.

"His teacher is looking for him and it's time for him to go back to class."

The graceful figure of the girl appeared in front of the young dragon. She looked at the child sleeping soundly under the dragon wings beside Diriel, and her voice was clear and clear.

"Wait until the sun comes up."

A spiritual light shone on the baby dragon's fingertips, and a simple spell was cast on the sleeping prince. Tyrell blocked out the sounds of the outside world.

"Um."

When Su Hailun saw this, she didn't say much, turned around and left.

"I'll tell his teacher."

"Thank you."

After a brief exchange, Su Hailun left. When the warm sunshine poured in through the crystal window, Aslan stretched out after sleeping all night and opened his eyes with a contented look on his face.

However, the prince soon realized that the time was wrong. He shouted, his round and short body jumped up extremely flexibly, and after casually throwing down a shining crystal core, he rushed towards the library door. .

"..."

Tyrell looked at the sapphire in front of him, which was the size of a human head, and felt the abundant water element that had condensed into substance. He looked at it silently for a moment, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

The heart of the water djinn!

For the young dragon Diriel, the arrival of the only remaining heir of the Ansel Kingdom has undoubtedly allowed him to live a life of luxury that he could not even dream of before. He even looked down on the feeding of the rich dragon Loli. Okay, Jinlong is not so generous.

But the good times are always extremely short, especially in the life of a dragon. Every time he sees Aslan, his height will jump up. For Tyrell, this prince grows up too fast. , but this is the case with short-lived species.