Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"What's wrong?"

Looking at the half-grown boy who was sitting quietly under the bookshelf, holding his knees with his hands, looking up at the dome with empty eyes, without saying a word, Tyrell turned around and said a little strangely.

The young bronze dragon at this moment is already more than ten meters long, close to eleven meters, with a well-proportioned and slender body, as if its scales made of legendary metal shine with a golden glow. The cyan color on the edges of the scales is no longer like that of an ordinary bronze dragon. Stopped infestation towards the center.

This is a natural change in the scale color of ordinary bronze dragons as they grow up. However, today's Diriel is very different from ordinary bronze dragons. As a young dragon, he already possesses the talent of a juvenile bronze dragon. A body shape that can be possessed.

In addition, there are many changes on his scales that ordinary bronze dragons would never see. They are lilac thunder patterns like lightning. Although they only appear on his chest and abdomen, they have already developed. A tendency to spread throughout the body.

On the membranes of his wings, cyan spiritual patterns symbolizing wind are growing, but the most eye-catching thing is his eyes, which are bright and pure blue, like the vast and boundless ocean, like The infinite vastness of the sky.

Atavistic dragon!

So far, Tyrell has used Star Forger's life source power to reach twelve standard units.

But the young dragon believed that these special changes in his body were not only due to the blood of the Star Forging God, but also his hard study over the past five years, and of course, Prince Ansel's reward.

Among all this, the young dragon felt that the most important thing was his hard study and hard training. Simply stacking resources could not create an atavistic dragon.

However, the resources that can support his squandering consumption are also indispensable. Therefore, Tyrell is particularly concerned about his best friend, the future King Ansel.

"It turns out that I have lost my family a long time ago. I am an orphan. I have no father, no mother, and no brothers or sisters."

Hearing Di Ruier's voice, the half-grown boy with hollow eyes, like an exquisite doll, murmured. He was lonely, desperate, and depressed, and the young man's figure seemed to be dyed with a dark gray.

"Well, this..."

Tyrell wanted to say a few words of comfort, but didn't know where to start. He couldn't help but scratch the scales on his neck, and golden sparks bloomed like a spring.

What he wanted to say was that it was a great blessing to be born into a royal family, to be an orphan, and to have the only legal inheritance right. He should enjoy it secretly, there was no need to be sentimental here.

Even if the whole family is here, they will not enjoy the family affection that normal mortals have. Instead, they will encounter all kinds of unimaginable and unimaginable things that ordinary families can do because of power disputes.

But Tyrell naturally knew that he couldn't say this now, but looking at Aslan in this state, he couldn't bear it. Although he was still a young dragon, he was able to straighten his back and say this. He watched the child grow up.

"Did you all know this for a long time, but you all banded together to hide it from me?"

"That's not true. Aren't you afraid that you are too young to bear it? Just like you are now, crying. If the people and officials of Anser knew that the king who would rule them in the future would look like this, they wouldn't know what to do. What a disappointment.”

Such a simple and crude provoking method was unexpectedly effective when used to deal with a half-year-old boy. Under the stimulation of Dirrell's words, Aslan's body was covered with a layer of gray. Shocked, the whole person's breath suddenly became alive,

"Diril, you are right. The way I am now is not what Anser's king should be like. It is also impossible for me to avenge my parents and brothers and sisters. I shouldn't be like this."

Aslan stood up. His temperament was originally a bit defeated, but now his eyes seemed to be burning with fire, which was the fire of revenge.

The young man who knew what happened back then didn't have any respect for the ancestral dragon, but only the burning fire of revenge.

"What do you want to do?"

Tyrell did not expect that his words could have such a significant stimulating effect on this half-grown boy - he underestimated how important he was to a lonely heir to the throne.

"I will personally cut off the head of King Lan Ting and use it to pay tribute to my blood relatives."

The future king of Ansel issued a declaration that was particularly ridiculous and ignorant in the eyes of any dragon.

However, Tyrell did not laugh. Any ideas and visions of the young man should not be attacked or ridiculed. What's more, the heir to the throne who is sitting on the wealth of a country and can control the power of a country in the future may not have the opportunity to complete his revenge.

"Since you want to take revenge, then prove it with actions. You can't chew off even the smallest scale on the King of Blue Ting with your mouth alone."

"I will prove it with actions."

Knowing the blood feud he carried, after a conversation with Tyrell, Prince Ansel, who originally liked to complain about the heavy curriculum, has never had a single complaint since.

The half-grown boy who was still a little immature and innocent seemed to have grown up overnight, taking the initiative to shoulder everything he had to bear and no longer escaping.

When an heir to the throne awakens and works hard, he does not lack the guidance of famous teachers and various spiritual resources, and his progress speed is extremely incredible in the eyes of immortals.

The short-lived species divide their practice into five stages: bronze, silver, gold, soul, and legend.

The four realms before being promoted to legend each have five levels.

Bronze level is the beginning of transcendence.

Silver level is the further derivation, training and accumulation of extraordinary power.

The gold level is one who pushes everything to its peak, and then uses it to touch his own soul.

Of course, this is the classification standard for short-lived species. From the perspective of long-lived species, cultivation is only divided into three major stages, the tempering of the body, the exploration, control and application of the soul, and the legend of the two combined into one!

In fact, there is no difference whether short-growing species or long-growing species are classified, it is just that the short-growing species are divided more finely.

Because most of them are unable to touch their souls and pursue the essence of power throughout their lives, and can only stay at the stage of tempering their bodies, exploring and mastering various extraordinary powers.

But for a very small number of people who have both qualifications and talents, and who also lack resources and guidance from famous teachers, the barriers to realm that are enough to trap most people are not enough to hinder them.

As a result, Tyrell watched helplessly as the short-lived creature that was originally unable to pose any threat to him became an excellent warrior who could make him feel dangerous in less than two years.

During this process, the young man completely lost his youthfulness and immaturity, and became an outstanding genius that could be praised by most of the teachers who taught him combat skills.