Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"What's wrong with this kid?"

Under the quiet night, the silver-haired woman, who was still young and had no trace of time on her face, looked at her son seriously.

"She is the princess of Norondor from the world of Kalimdor. Her world was swept by the undead..."

Under the gaze of his mother Margaret, Gwell, who had already done something wrong, hesitantly explained the origin of the girl to his mother.

The guilty boy didn't realize that his mother, who was ordinary in his eyes, had a calm expression when he heard about the princess from another world, and his expression was extremely calm. She didn't show any surprise because of what he told her.

"You took her to the island where the elves live, and after she was rejected by the elves, you brought her here again. What do you want to do?"

"I didn't want to do anything, I just wanted to come back and see you."

Hot sweat seeped out from the boy's back and soaked his clothes. His mother's calm gaze put so much pressure on him that his tongue was a little knotted.

"Gwell, you still can't change your little behavior when you lie."

Margaret sighed. As a mother, she could see through her son's clumsy and guilty performance at a glance.

"You are not allowed to disturb Miss Su Hailun and Your Excellency Amelia. There is no hero here who can save the world. This princess is in the wrong place."

"But……"

"No but, you will go back to Longya Island tomorrow and continue to accept your punishment. As for the princess, she will decide where to go according to her own wishes. Don't say anything to her again. You can only give her false hope. Let her expectations be dashed.”

The boy bowed his head under his mother's stern gaze, but Margaret did not expect how rebellious a boy of this age would be.

When the morning sun shone down, sobs that she tried to suppress sounded in the room. Margaret walked out of the door and saw her son who was full of embarrassment and bewilderment. She looked back at the room and walked forward quickly. Go, with a crisp slap, the young man covered his face, and she slapped Gwell hard,

"I told you yesterday, don't give her unrealistic hopes anymore, you are torturing her!"

"I was wrong."

The young man who was slapped by his mother did not dare to complain and apologized honestly.

He has no real sense of the undead natural disasters, nor does he have any sense of how big the world is. In his eyes, dragons and giants are already the strongest creatures in the world.

Therefore, he thought that he could seek help from the dragon, and maybe he could get a response, and maybe he could save the world that was invaded by the undead.

"Now that you know you were wrong, why don't you deal with the mistake you made."

"Oh, okay."

The young man subconsciously nodded his hair in agreement, but the next moment, he reacted and looked at his mother with a blank look in his eyes.

"what should I do?"

"You, forget it."

Seeing her son's stupid clear eyes, Margaret immediately chose to give up.

"Just stay here!"

After saying that, the half-elf young woman turned and walked into the room to clean up the trouble caused by her son. Shortly after Margaret entered the room, the suppressed crying disappeared immediately.

Gwell was outside the house, scratching his hair in annoyance. He was still impulsive last night and took the girl into the dragon's castle, and was very lucky to see the golden dragon.

It was a pity that although Miss Su Hailun received them politely, after hearing Petraka's request, she still rejected her, and the reasons she gave were equally blameless.

"I am an immature dragon, and my spell-casting ability has not reached the level of plane travel. Unfortunately, I cannot help you."

Therefore, the boy felt particularly regretful at this moment, because as his mother said, he gave Petraka false hope, but the hope quickly shattered, damaging her spiritual will.

Crunch~

The sour wooden door opened and closed, and the boy immediately saw his mother walking out of the door.

"Mom, how is Petraka?"

"Stop irritating her. She's just a child who hasn't grown up yet. She's not much older than you. If she endures multiple blows in a short period of time, her spirit will collapse."

Margaret looked at Gwell with a serious expression, which could even be called stern.

"I see."

"Call your friends and take her to a nearby island to relax later."

"good."

After finally hearing what he could do, Gwell's spirit suddenly lifted.

At noon, the boy was full of guilt and regret, and the girl, whose eyes were red and swollen, in a daze, and who looked fragile, left the island in the middle of the lake.

This was the third blow that this princess from another world had experienced in a short period of time. She lost the necklace that allowed her to teleport across dimensions. At the same time, she was successively killed by elves and demons in just two days. Long refused.

"Aslan!"

Margaret, who had sent away her child and the princess, looked at their departing figures and remained silent for a long time. The next moment, her always calm face also changed. She also realized it, and she hurried back to the house. At home, the door slammed shut.

Similar but slightly different cries sounded in the room, and similar shadows appeared on different people, evoking the sadness and pain that had been buried in the heart for a long time.

Boom! Boom!

A rhythmic knock on the door sounded, and the suppressed crying in the room suddenly stopped, and then a voice that wanted to sound very calm sounded,

"Who is it?"

"Tyriel, your husband Aslan's best friend."

The young man standing outside the house replied calmly. It was difficult for him to ignore such anomalies as he watched everything.

"Your Excellency Tyrell? Please wait a moment."

A slightly panicked voice sounded, followed by a rustling sound. After a while, the closed door was opened, and a young silver-haired woman with slightly red eyes appeared in front of Tyrell.

"I've kept you waiting for a long time. Please come in!"

Looking at the tall dragon man with the appearance of a young man outside the door, Margaret stepped aside, and at the same time stretched out her finger with some embarrassment and gently wiped the corners of her eyes.

"Then excuse me."

Tyrell nodded and walked into the simple-looking stone house.

"Sir Tyrell, what's the matter with you? Is it because of my child Gwell? He escaped just to see me. I have urged him to go back."

The half-elf woman was a little embarrassed and a little uneasy. She brought preserved fruit to Tyrell who was already sitting down, and then sat down beside him.

"It wasn't because of him. Without my acquiescence, he wouldn't have been able to escape from that island. There is no difference between day and night for dragons. Some dragons' vision is even sharper at night."

Tyrell smiled, and then revealed the purpose of his visit.

"I want to ask you something about Aslan, something I have ignored."

"What do you want to ask?"

Margaret was particularly confused.

"Aslan came to Dragon Castle when he was about eight years old, and left when Yugwell was about the same age. At that time, he was high-spirited and full of ambitions. He even threatened to cut off the head of the Blue Ting King and become An An. The greatest king in the history of Ther."

Tyrell also fell into memories at this moment, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

"Did he ever have such a dream?"

Margaret also had a forced smile on her face.

"you do not know?"

"He has never told me this. Our initial relationship was not good. You should still remember his attitude towards me when he took me to see you for the first time."

"Of course I remember that he was a really rude guy, but that time was also the last time I saw him in such high spirits.

After a few years, when I saw him again, all I saw was a young king with tired eyes and whose spiritual will had been defeated by reality. "

The smile on Tyrell's face faded, and the high-spirited Aslan was only in his memory.

"No, Aslan has never been defeated!"

Wanting to maintain calm, the gentle woman suddenly became agitated.

"You have no idea what Aslan went through after he inherited the throne."

"Sorry, I made a mistake."

Tyrell realized his gaffe,

"But that's why I'm here. I want to ask you, what happened to Aslan in those few years that caused him to undergo such a huge change?"

"..."

Margarita fell silent immediately, and then slowly shook her head under Tyrell's gaze.

"There are too many. He has experienced too much suffering and betrayal, and has lost a lot. I can't describe it, and I don't want to recall this period."

Tears flowed from the corners of the woman's eyes again. Tyrell saw the tearful queen and was silent for a moment. The reason why he came to visit was because he discovered the secret of Petraka, the princess from another world who was crying after being frustrated one after another. The shadow of that dear friend,

"Then I only want to ask one thing. Did Aslan seek help from the outside world back then?"

"Of course, Aslan is such a proud man, how could he be willing to become the last king of Ansel? He has been to the Qiyao Holy Tower, and also set foot in the mountain kingdom of the dwarves, and even the Glorious Moon Palace of the elves. , also visited... He went and tried everything he could to try to save his country."

"..."

Tyrell wanted to say something, but found that he didn't know how to speak. What should he ask?

Did Aslan get the help he wanted? This is a question that does not need to be asked at all. The result is obvious. The last time he and Aslan saw each other, the young man had calmly accepted his identity as the last monarch of Anser.

"My husband, I don't want you to know that he has cried more than once. Every time he hides in his room and cries. When he appears in front of me and his followers, he will wipe away his tears. , to become what everyone hopes for, a king who will never be discouraged by failure, nor timid by strong enemies."

"..."

"I also discovered his secret because of an accidental opportunity. That time he went to the Silver Moon Court of the Elf. He returned riding the silver-winged Pegasus given to him by the Elf King, and was followed by three hundred Elf Rangers. Come back with him.

The residents of the royal capital were cheering, and the nobles in the city were also praising the elf for his kindness and persistence in justice. However, only those closest to him knew how much contempt and humiliation he suffered in the elf royal court.

The silver-winged pegasus was a fig leaf given to him by an elf king who sympathized with his plight to maintain his last bit of dignity as King Ansel. And those elf rangers followed him out of sympathy and admiration. My husband, because of their own choices, not the orders of the Elven Court. "

With tears in her eyes, Margaret recounted what happened to her husband, her body trembling slightly.

"On the night when the elves arrived, Midgar held a grand banquet for the arrival of the elves, but Aslan was in the dark corner of the room, crying silently, like a child.

But I couldn't give him any protection like a mother. I could only hold him. I didn't even know what to say to comfort him. "

"Silver Moon Royal Court."

Tyrell said nothing, but he took note of this elf force. He had the impression that it was one of the immortal forces that had been passed down on the continent for thousands of years.

“That was the first time I saw my husband showing such weakness, but he never ran away and never thought about giving in.

Therefore, I do not agree with what you said, Mr. Tyrell. Aslan has never been defeated by reality. He has always faced it hard and bravely. "

The half-elf lady looked at Tyrell with tenacious and persistent eyes, and the great lord who had already ruled the Sedellin Islands lowered his head again.

"This is my gaffe. I apologize to you. I am sincerely grateful now that I have a short-lived best friend with excellent character and tenacity."

"Sorry, I was too out of control."

Seeing Tyrell put down his posture, Margaret, who was a little emotional, also realized that something was wrong with her. She quickly stood up, bowed to apologize, and then fled into the room while wiping her tears.

"Please forgive me for being rude and please excuse me."

"Aslan!"

After learning about the past that was unknown to him from his best friend's wife, Tyrell originally emerged at this moment, but his hesitant thoughts due to various concerns began to change and became firm.

"For questions involving time and space, of course you should ask World Tree."

Tyrell stood up and disappeared into the clean and cozy stone house. When he appeared again, he had already arrived under the World Tree.

"I remember that your mother had the power to travel through time and space. You should have the same power, right?"

The giant dragon revealed its true form and asked obvious questions to the World Tree, whose air roots had penetrated into the void and grew by absorbing the turbulence of the void.

Sasha~

World Tree responded affirmatively.

"If I have the coordinates of the small material world, can you travel through time and space and send me or more creatures there?"

Sasha~

"It's difficult, is it too easy?"

Dirrell pondered and got the answer from the World Tree. Although it was not very good, the idea in his heart was gradually improving, and the dragon's eyes gradually became brighter.

"There is a solution. In that case, get ready to eat!"

Sasha~

The branches and leaves of the World Tree trembled, conveying joyful emotions.

"I'm looking forward to it too!"

Tyrell grinned, revealing his snow-white dragon teeth.

The growth rate of World Tree can be accelerated, but the conditions that can accelerate the growth of World Tree are too harsh.

For example: Take root in more worlds!