Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Dirrell, look, this is the head I chopped off with my own hands!"

Among humans, he can be called a tall and straight boy. Wearing the magic pattern weapon tailor-made for him, he proudly raises his head. Under his feet is a huge and ferocious head that can reach his thigh. .

Gray-green skin, gray hair, huge fangs protruding from the lower jaw, and small eyes that were pitch black with dilated pupils.

Troll!

When they reach adulthood, they are giant monsters whose body height can exceed four meters. Among them, the powerful individuals can even exceed five meters in height.

Among the humanoid races, they are truly behemoths. Although such a size is not worth mentioning for an adult dragon.

But trolls are an intelligent race with their own social organization structure. They even have their own culture. The vast majority of trolls operate in clan units.

The discovery of a troll means that there is an entire troll clan nearby. Of course, it may also be a wandering troll that was expelled due to personality reasons.

This troll whose head was beheaded was certainly not a wandering troll, but a poor bastard who was captured and treated as a monster by the noble Prince Ansel.

"Yeah, you're so awesome!"

Tyrell looked at the head in front of him that exuded the rotten stench and strong smell of blood, and responded rather perfunctorily.

For ordinary adventurers, encountering a troll acting alone is an extremely terrifying thing. This kind of monster has an extraordinary self-healing ability. Even if its limbs are severed, they can regrow. Terrifying individuals can even regenerate their heads.

But even with such a disgusting and difficult monster, when facing Aslan, Tyrell had no doubt that it would not be able to break through the defense of this guy's magic pattern weapon. Even if it was lying on the ground and letting it use all its strength, Not even a single metal shard can be thrown away.

Magic weaponry is an equipment born from the perfect combination of human magic and forging technology. As the only heir to the Kingdom of Ansel, the magic weapon Aslan wears is naturally the best.

The light of the sun!

This is a set of magic-patterned weapons with a name. In addition to a set of armor with gold patterns on a white background, its components also include a gun, a pair of swords and shields, and a long bow. They are all forged and made by the top masters. Finally, top-notch equipment combined in one place.

Wearing such equipment to deal with a captured troll that was in a state of fear, Tyrell had never seen anyone bully a monster like this.

"You are too perfunctory."

Tyrell's attitude immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the young man. This was his first battle, and he defeated a troll cleanly. His teachers praised him highly, but he did not let the troll touch him. Anywhere other than the blade in your hand.

Even without wearing any armor and using only the sword in his hand, he could kill a troll by himself, but such behavior was naturally not allowed.

"Would you like to take a look at your equipment before you speak? Your victory is not a matter of course?"

As he spoke, Tyrell glanced at the troll head that the young man brought over specially and showed off in front of him.

"And this kind of monster can be attacked by me. It doesn't require any equipment."

"Then come!"

The words excited each other, and a bet was made between one person and one dragon. Then, a troll that had also been brought here specially to hone His Royal Highness's fighting skills was released from the iron cage and stood in front of Tyrell.

Roar!

Although he was facing a young dragon, its size was comparable to that of a young dragon, and the power of the dragon was more oppressive than this young dragon. It made the troll holding a huge wooden stick in his hand irritable and unbearable. Zuchong Tyrell roared.

"Dirrell, it only took me a quarter of an hour to cut off the troll's head. If you can't use less time than me..."

Buzz~

Aslan, who was standing in the auditorium of the martial arts arena with a group of teachers, wanted to say something, but with the gathering and roar of the elements, he was completely speechless.

The bronze baby dragons on one side of the arena did not spread their wings and fly into the sky. When the fat troll brandished the weapons cut from tree stumps in his hands and charged towards him with heavy steps, they squatted. sit on the floor.

As the light of the elements shone, one after another hexagram arrays unfolded above his head, layer upon layer, and blazing electric light shot out from them. In an instant, they turned into a thunder and lightning cage, shrouding the troll's figure. Inside.

Even with its innate wild intuition, the troll only subconsciously waved the wooden stick in its hand in an attempt to block one or two of the lightning bolts, because it had no time or room to dodge.

The troll's painful wails immediately echoed in the arena, and the pace of the charge slowed down, and the screams gradually stopped as the pace slowed down.

"It's really amazing. A mere third-level spell, Lightning Beam, actually produces similar effects to a sixth-level spell."

In the spectator seats, a white-haired old mage watched the young dragon's performance and couldn't help but exclaimed, he is Aslan's arcane teacher.

Although this prince does not have the talent to become a spellcaster, as a king who will inevitably go to the battlefield when he reaches adulthood, he must have some understanding of the arcane knowledge related to it, so that he can better face it.

"Is it hard to do this?"

Hearing the teacher's exclamation, Aslan, who knew how difficult it was to perform like this, asked reluctantly.

"It's not difficult for me."

The old mage replied, and then looked at the little prince who seemed to be a little unresponsive, so he added,

"But I am already a soul-level mage, immersed in the arcane field for more than two hundred years, and he is just a young dragon.

He has completely deconstructed this three-ring spell and mastered all the principles. With his own understanding, he should master more spells. Unfortunately, this troll is too weak, and only this spell is enough to destroy it. It's up. "

The old mage looked at the lazy bronze dragon in the field with bright eyes, and then showed a look of regret. He discovered a rare arcane genius in the world, but unfortunately, he was a dragon, not another kind. Humanoid intelligent race.

Even if he is willing and does not even charge any tuition fees, the proud Dragon Clan cannot accept him as a teacher. The other party can find a better teacher, such as the noble Gu Long.

"He is not……"

Aslan just wanted to correct the old mage's misunderstanding. Tyrell was a young dragon, not a young dragon, but he suddenly thought of something and shut his mouth suddenly. He was no longer the ignorant and ignorant child he used to be.

"Although it is a bronze dragon, such a young dragon actually possesses such excellent spell-casting ability."

"In terms of the exquisiteness of spells, many of the adult metal dragons I have seen are not as good as him."

"When he grows up, there will be another dragon with the title in the camp of justice and justice."

Anyone with some eyesight and insight would be amazed by Dirrell's performance and would not hesitate to praise him. His opponent, a troll with terrifying recovery and regeneration abilities, had now turned into a charred skeleton, and its vigorous vitality had not been restored. A little chance to perform.

"Oh, I lost."

The young man couldn't help wailing, but he had a bright smile on his face. When Tyrell fluttered his wings and flew to the stands, he happily took the agreed bet and stuffed it over.