Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

Tiril was filled with emotions. He really didn't expect that Aslan would do such a stupid thing after bringing his crown and scepter here.

"This is not only a symbol of your royal power, but also a heirloom weapon that makes legends go crazy for it. You actually want to destroy them. Are you worried that your throne is too stable and you will sit on it for too long?"

You can choose your own master, and you can choose the heirs' handed down weapons according to the requirements set by the original forger. However, it is a more precious piece of equipment than legendary weapons or even some useless artifacts.

Removing the legendary gem inlaid on it is equivalent to destroying two handed down weapons. Killing the goose and taking the eggs is not enough to describe such a stupid act.

"They are used more as symbols of power than as weapons. Except for my ancestors, no king of Anser has ever carried them on the battlefield.

Except for my father, under the blue dragon's surprise attack, even though he was wearing a crown and holding a scepter, he didn't even confront me head-on, and was crushed to death without dignity in the aftermath. "

Aslan obviously has his own opinions, and he still doesn't think there is anything wrong with his ideas.

"Since it has always been an embellishment of power and has no effect against that blue dragon, wouldn't it be a better choice to dig out the gems inlaid on it and transform you? I'll put on a few of the same color. Just gems!”

"Stop talking, I can't afford such kindness, and don't forget, you are only qualified to use them because you become the king of Ansel, but it does not mean that you can destroy them at will. The current You cannot afford to destroy two handed down weapons."

Tyrell warned Ansel in a very serious tone not to act in a hurry and make unwise actions. Ansel's royal family is already weak enough. If it loses such an important handed down weapon again, there will be no The qualification retains the title of king.

"After all, I still have to have the right to speak. Otherwise, I won't be able to decide how to use the two weapons."

Aslan realized some truth because of this.

"Power is fist power. If you don't have enough power, your authority will be like a flower in a mirror or the moon in water, a phantom of foam."

"You're right. I can't take off these gems now. Only when I become a legend will I have the qualifications and power."

The boy tried to dig out the gems, but with the power of the gold rank, how could he destroy a weapon of this level? This was one of the guarantees left by the first King Ansel for his descendants.

"I appreciate your kindness, but you should really get rid of this idea. Even if you don't feel bad, you can't waste the inherited weapons left by your ancestors like this."

Tyrell tried his best to dissuade him. Aslan was just a typical brat. Tian didn't feel sorry for him. For him now, there is no shortage of resources for transformation, and there is no need to waste two handed down weapons.

"You really don't need it?"

"I still have enough confidence to become the Ancestral Dragon. After I have my next slumber, it will be almost the same."

Tyrell's voice was calm and steady, and the confidence contained in it was much more than the young man's passionate tone.

"Then after I am promoted to Legend, I will go to the Kingdom of Mountains to find the legendary craftsmen of the dwarves, remove these gems, and then send them to you."

"You won't listen to a word of what I say now."

The young dragon felt helpless. This guy didn't even listen to the dragon anymore. He was treated like this. You can imagine what other people said.

"This matter has been settled. I will come back to you after I am promoted to legend."

Aslan took care of himself and made plans for the future.

"I won't talk to you about this anymore, it's such a waste of time."

Tyrell didn't want to get entangled with such a young king. Now he really admired Gu Jinlong for being able to persuade Aslan to give up the idea of ​​pushing the grace order, even if it was just for a while.

"Here, I'll give this to you."

Between the claws and toes of the young dragon, a necklace appeared that looked nothing special and could not even induce any elements. It was inlaid with an eight-sided black rhombus crystal.

"What's this?"

Aslan took the crystal necklace handed over by Tyrell and curiously looked at the soul stone inlaid on it. Having come into contact with many treasures, he could see the extraordinary in it at a glance, but how extraordinary it was, he But it can't be identified

"Hell's soul stone?"

"Are you kidding me, I would give you such a low-end thing?"

Tyrell rolled his eyes angrily.

In the abyss and hell, the soul is the currency used for transactions by high-level monsters, so there will be powerful devils who compress the soul into an entity, which is the so-called soul stone. Of course, it can also be called a soul coin.

"Then what is this?"

"The soul stone is different from the low-grade goods with the same name in the abyss of hell. It can protect your soul from harm."

Tyrell introduced.

"So, I can interpret it as, this is the amulet you made for me?"

The young man played with the soul stone in his hand and suddenly asked, showing the most pure and happy smile since he came into contact with the outside world.

"No, this is to prevent you from killing yourself in order to realize those unrealistic ideas. This is a guarantee measure so that I can fish you out in the future and have a chance to resurrect you."

Tyrell's voice was emotionless.

This was the reason why he made the deal with the devil. He did not wish to let Aslan, the young king who likes to seek death, live safely and soundly. He could not guarantee this, so he only asked for a treasure that could protect his soul.

In this world, as long as the soul is preserved, there is a possibility of resurrection. Of course, if the body can be kept intact, the probability of resurrection will be greater. If only the soul is left, it will cost a lot of money to resurrect. How much time and energy.

"Then this is the most precious gift I have received since becoming king."

The young man looked it over, then put it on his neck. Then, before Diril could take the initiative, he said,

"I will never take it off until the day I die."

"So much the better."

Tyrell didn't explain too much. He could tell that the young man didn't quite believe that the gift he gave was really so effective. But because it was given by him, he put on a necklace that was so simple that it could be called crude and completely inconsistent with his identity.

"Now, you should have time to tell me what you said about the grace order, right?"

"Do you still have time?"

"Of course, I have all night. For this reason, I refused the collective audience of the middle and lower nobles."

There was a look of pride on the young man's face.

"Aren't you afraid that by doing this you will lose the loyalty of those nobles, or even betray you because of your arrogance?"

"Loyalty of nobles? Are there such things as those maggots who only draw on the glory of their ancestors and suck the blood of common people? They will only be loyal to their own interests."