Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Just eat the tenderloin and leave the rest alone."

Tyrell skillfully cut open the fish scales along the gap between the fishman's skull and spine, and then gently slid the fingertips of his dragon claws. A strip of tender meat with bright texture, even fat distribution, and a light pink color was picked out.

With Tyril as an example, the bronze dragons immediately followed suit. In fact, there was no need to teach. Their inheritance and memory contained the inheritance left by their ancestors, teaching them how to eat the Warsaw fishmen, especially those on them. The most delicious part.

There is no doubt that the arrival of the bronze dragons is no different from the arrival of hell to the sahuagin in this sea area. The preying of the flying dragons is only the first wave. Even the murlocs who are lucky enough to escape back to the sea will be swarmed. The moving tide pushed him back to the coast, and he was captured by the flying dragon in despair.

The murlocs who were just jumping around on the island fell into the belly of the bronze dragon and the flying dragons in less than half an hour.

The flying dragons all rolled their eyes. If there were thousands of murlocs on average, each flying dragon could be divided into seven or eight. But for the bronze dragon, it was just the beginning.

Because bronze dragons only eat the tenderloins of murlocs, especially Tyrell, who is the most picky. He only eats the tenderloins of murloc nobles, and this bad habit was quickly learned by other bronze dragons.

Therefore, although there were many fishmen hunted by the flying dragons, not much meat was actually eaten by the bronze dragons.

However, Tyrell didn't care because it was just an appetizer. He ordered the giants to drive the fishmen out of the depths of the sea.

This is something that can be done easily. Although the kingdom established by the fish people is like a joke, they actually build cities under the sea and gather together on a large scale.

Shortly after Tyrell's order was issued, tens of thousands of fishmen appeared on the sea surface. Their dense numbers made the sea surface filled with shining scales for a while.

Frightened roars and roars could be heard one after another on the sea, especially when some fishman nobles near the island discovered the five dragons who were looking at them with interest. This uneasiness suddenly turned into fear, and finally turned into panic. .

But they were born in the sea, but they couldn't even hide their bodies in the water at this time. Under the sea, waves of irresistible forces kept coming, trying to get them out completely. seawater.

"Can you still hunt for me?"

Tyrell looked at the black-scaled spiny dragon next to him, whose belly was so full that he threw all the leftover fish-man nobles to this guy. This guy was quite upright, and he swallowed them all without even a bite left. .

Roar~

The dragon let out a submissive roar, then flapped its wings and took to the sky again, responding with action, roaring through the air and forcing the other dragons to follow its lead.

The hell of the fishmen came again, but this time the number of sahuagin driven to the sea by the giants was too many.

Therefore, the real hell did not come to the heads of ordinary fishmen, and those who suffered were basically the fishman nobles and priests.

The dragons hunted thousands of murlocs. It would be stupid if they hadn't figured out the dragon master's preferences and preferences. Besides, they really couldn't eat anymore and their bellies were about to burst.

The feast of the bronze dragons continued, and most of the fishmen survived, because the bronze dragons had no desire to eat them, and only nobles could attract them.

"Um?"

Seeing the marine natural disasters and the notorious ocean devils on the near coast, Tyrell's expression suddenly changed. He abandoned the twitching fishman noble in front of him and swept him aside.

I have to say that the flying dragon king is becoming more and more considerate, and he also knows that catching him alive can indeed give him a chance to transform. His smart followers really make the dragon worry-free.

Roar~

The black-scale flying dragon fell from the sky, and within its strong and powerful hind legs, a four-armed murloc was firmly trapped in a frantic struggle. It noticed Tyril's strangeness, and immediately lowered its head and made a searching sound.

"I found some interesting little fish-men."

Tyrell threw the fish-man noble to Ai Luo beside him, and the young dragon also noticed Tyrell's words. He was also a little curious as he was immersed in eating.

"Second brother, what fish-man did you discover? And you can still call it interesting."

The young dragon casually took over the frantically struggling four-armed murloc and cut it open regardless of its whining and begging for mercy. The murloc that once brought danger to them when they were young was now in front of them. The belly of the fish butchered by them.

"Maranti."

Tyrell looked at the tens of thousands of sahuagin that were crowded together in a dense pile due to the driving of the ocean giants. He stretched out his dragon claws and grabbed them gently.

Suddenly, several humanoid creatures that had nothing to do with the sahuagin were entangled in the clear water, crossing a distance of several thousand meters, and were sent to Tyrell from the crowd of fish people.

The exquisite facial features, delicate skin, smooth long hair, and the iconic long pointed outer auricles all illustrate the identities of these humanoid creatures mixed in the crowd of fish people.

Sea elves!

Subspecies of elves

However, none of the bronze dragons present were deceived by the beautiful appearance. Dragons do not just rely on appearance to distinguish between enemy and friendly races.

"I'm actually able to meet such rare fishmen. I wonder if their taste is a little different from ordinary fishmen nobles."

Hardison extended his dragon claw to a pitiful elf girl with tears in her eyes. Her posture looked like a red dragon that likes to eat elves.

"Your brother hasn't given any orders yet on what to do with them, so don't mess around."

Elena slapped away the dragon claw that was reaching out to the elf and glared at Anderson angrily.

"It's just a variant of the fish-man. What else can we do with it? Of course, eat it."

Anderson muttered disapprovingly.

The sahuagin are a highly adaptable race, and their bloodline is extremely unstable, so it is easy for mutant individuals to be born in the race.

Although the vast majority of mutations are harmful, the few positive mutations are enough for the murlocs to continue the race and grow stronger.

This extremely unstable bloodline allows the sahuagin to appear in any water environment, from diving lagoons to unfathomable ocean abyss, and even in the water elemental plane. See them.

The most common positive mutation among sahuagin is the growth of a second pair of arms. This kind of sahuagin mutant can easily gain a dominant position in the social order composed of sahuagin and become a minor noble or military officer.

But in addition, there are mutants with so many branches that it is impossible to count, and Malanti is a very rare mutant among them.

Malanti's appearance has nothing to do with the fish-men. Instead, it is exactly the same as the sea elf, but it is only similar in appearance. This mutant still possesses the bloodthirsty and cruel nature of the sahuagin.

However, no matter how rare the number of mutants is, as long as there is a probability of mutation, under the huge base, their appearance is inevitable.

The ocean giants drove out tens of thousands of fishmen from the water, and Tyrell was not surprised that there were a few Malanti among them.

"My brother wants to taste you, but your appearance makes me feel that it would be a pity to eat you as food."

Tyrell watched with interest the shivering Malanti on the mountaintop in front of him. There is no doubt that for the sahuagin, the bronze dragon is definitely the most terrifying natural enemy.

"I'm giving you a chance to prove to me that you have value better than being food."

"O noble and supreme dragon, the taste of our flesh and blood will never be more delicious than the flesh and blood of the nobles that you taste."

A Malanti, who looked no different from a sea elf, knelt on the ground, trembling in the bloody smell and wailing sounds all over the ground, but there was a twisted pleasure spreading in his heart.

As a rare mutant among fish-men, she certainly has a status superior to ordinary fish-men, but that is exactly the problem.

If you want to obtain higher rights and status in the fish-man society, you must have matching strength. Even if the incompetent fish-man is the son of the king, he will only be ridiculed and laughed at, without any respect, or even will be killed.

As Malanti, although they are rare, in terms of strength, they are not as good as even the most common mutants. Naturally, it is difficult for them to gain respect and a higher status. And because of their small number, even if they are united, it is difficult for them to Make a difference.

They are insignificant existences in the ruling class of the fishmen, with no sense of existence, and can easily be ignored, because there are no real sea elves within the reach of the fishmen.

Their special mutants can only play a role when there is contact with the sea elf tribe. They will serve as assassins and spies, lurking into the elf tribe, causing chaos and even rebellion, so that the fishmen can win.

"How will you know if you don't taste it? You've never eaten it?"

Ai Luo said, with a look of eagerness in his eyes. Even if the fishman looked like an elf, there was no way he could deceive him.

Angelica on the side couldn't bear it, but she didn't say anything. After all, she was a fish-man, and her cruel nature was engraved in her blood.

"Supremely noble Bronze Dragon Lords, what you have tasted is only the taste of the lower-level nobles in our kingdom. Our queen, her canonized princes, and many grand dukes, their flesh and blood are more delicious."

The other Malanti glanced at the trembling kindred with contempt, then boldly raised her head, and promoted to the group of dragons the murloc ruling class that was above her head and that she could never touch.

"I can guide you. It will definitely be ocean delicacies you have never tasted before."

"good."

Seeing that there was finally a Malanti who understood what was going on, Tyrell nodded with satisfaction.

Beautiful appearance can play a decisive role in many cases. Ordinary sahuagins, even fishman nobles, no matter how they cry and beg for mercy, they can't arouse the slightest pity from Tyrell. They will only feel noisy. Quickly cut their bodies open and eat the meat to calm them down.

But these Malanti, Tyrell can give them a chance. Even though he knows that the nature of the fishman will not change, he does need a group of guides to serve him. In this case, why not choose some that look pleasing to the eye?

It is a well-known consensus that it is impossible to kill all the murlocs. As long as there are waters where creatures can thrive, it is possible to see traces of murlocs.

Therefore, Tyrell needs the murlocs in this sea area to be managed by a group of guys who can obey his orders. There is no doubt that there is no more suitable manager than the murlocs themselves.

As long as the Marantis in front of him, who he liked, were willing to betray their own kind, he wouldn't mind accepting them. He couldn't let the ocean giant manage the canteen for him. As for the flying dragon, it was even more inappropriate.

"Yes, sir, I can assure you that the meat of our queen and the canonized grand duke is absolutely delicious as you have never tasted before."

The last Malanti also realized that they revere power and violence, and there is no burden for them to betray their own kind.

Rather, it would be better to say that in the deep sea, the ones that kill the most number of murlocs are the murlocs themselves, not other racial creatures.

"In that case, what are you waiting for? Why don't you lead the way for me?"

Tyrell glanced at the three "sea elves" in front of him and showed a cold smile, which made their legs tremble and made it difficult to stand up straight. They never thought that one day they would have to face the dragon clan, and there were five bronze dragons.

"Won't you eat them?"

Anderson stared at Malanti and looked at Tyrell with some regret.

"Our fish-man queen tastes even more delicious. She has ruled our kingdom for hundreds of years and is so big that it is more than enough for you to share the food together."

Staring at the dragon's appetizing gaze, the Marantis trembled and once again spared no effort to recommend the queen to the dragon.

"No, keep them. We will have more fishmen to taste them in the future, and we won't have to go to such trouble like this time."

Dirrell looked around. On the sea, hundreds of flying dragons kept flying up and down, just to satisfy the appetite of their bronze dragons. Under the sea, the giants exerted their bloodline authority, leaving the murlocs with nowhere to escape.

If every meal is such a laborious and laborious task, then it won't take long for him to bear the prefix of mediocrity when he becomes king.

"Why keep them here so we don't have to go to such trouble in the future?"

Anderson tilted his head, and then stared at several Malanti carefully.

"How many mutants like you are there?"

Tyrell ignored Anderson's question and asked the Marantis.

"In the kingdom, the number of mutants like us is very rare. There are less than a hundred in total."

"Honored Dragon, I heard that outside of our three kingdoms, there is the Malanti tribe composed of mutants like us. I heard that there is also a king who has ordered the arrest."

"I have been in contact with them, and I can find a way to contact them if you need it."

The three Malanti said in a hurry that they couldn't figure out the dragon's intention in asking them about the number, but even if it was to satisfy their appetite, they just wanted to put the other person into the dragon's belly so that they could survive.

"very good."

Seeing these Malanti betraying their own kind without hesitation, Tyrell smiled with satisfaction.

These Malanti can serve as the manager of the Bronze Dragon Canteen and can excellently complete the task of preparing ingredients.