Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Father, mother, can you lend me a piece of space equipment?"

Dirrell, who had already thought of a countermeasure, raised his head, looked at the dragon father and dragon mother who walked out of the abandoned dragon's nest, and made a request.

"What do you need space equipment for?"

An elegant and gentle half-elf mage. He looked at the young dragon who suggested this strangely. Although they were indeed preparing to move now, the young dragon could just follow them and there was no need to take anything with them. After all, the young dragon had little property now.

"I want to take away the head of my first enemy in dragon life. This is the first powerful enemy that I and my brothers and sisters defeated together. I want to display his head in my future lair."

Tyrell took a step forward and stated the reason he had been thinking about for a long time without changing his expression.

For dragons, this is a very valid reason. In fact, not only dragons, but most intelligent races have similar habits.

Cut off the heads of the powerful enemies you encounter, or take away the weapons, armor, and legion flags they used, and use them as trophies to display them in conspicuous places to show your bravery.

"A powerful enemy? Will you use such despicable hybrid heads to decorate your future lair?"

The dragon father looked at his heir with some surprise. He didn't understand why he had such an idea. It was simply an insult to have such a thing appear in the real dragon's lair. This thing was not even qualified to be treated as garbage.

"Okay, here you go."

However, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Father Long felt a little regretful when he met Di Ruier's unwavering gaze.

He was standing from his own point of view, but from the point of view of his children, this was the first bloody battle they had experienced in their lives, and it was indeed very memorable.

So, Dirrell naturally obtained the first storage equipment in Dragon Life from his Dragon Father, which was a silver ring inlaid with azure sapphire.

In terms of appearance, it is indeed quite collectible. It is a very good jewelry and is very suitable to be worn on the fingers of famous ladies to show their status and embellish their charming appearance.

As for the practicality of the storage function, the space in this storage ring is not large, and it is just enough to fit the entire corpse of the fish-man dragonborn into it.

For Diriel, who owns an endless void continent, he naturally doesn't like this little storage space, but he has no choice. There is a silver dragon watching next to him, so he has to hide it.

Of course, it's easy to look down upon, but Dirrell also knows the preciousness of space equipment. As a dragon, it would be a big joke if he didn't know the value of the treasures he owns.

If this space ring escaped from the hands of their dragon clan and fell into the hands of ordinary humanoid creatures, causing several murders, it would be a matter of course.

"Dirrell, you can't take it all for yourself. I exerted the greatest strength and suffered the most injuries. Its head should belong to me. It is also my trophy."

Elena couldn't help it at this time. Originally, she didn't care, and she had no idea of ​​taking this ugly dragon-born fishman away as a trophy. But after hearing what her brother said, she immediately had an idea.

At this time, before Father Long could feel any physical pain, his eldest daughter came to him, spread out a paw and placed it in front of him.

"I want it too. Father, you can't favor Tyrell over a dragon, right?"

"I also want!"

"me too."

"You all have it, I want it too."

With their older brothers and sisters as role models, the rest of the young dragons started to make a fuss, surrounding the dragon father and mother, asking for space equipment.

Under the smiling gaze of the silver dragon Emilia, the two adult bronze dragons looked pained and took out several exquisite-looking ornaments from their collections and distributed them to their heirs.

"There is only one corpse left by the descendant of the evil dragon here. How do you plan to distribute it?"

Even when he was besieged by the evil dragon, he was not as uncomfortable as he was now. The father of the dragon endured the heartache and pretended to look at his heirs with a calm face.

"Let's just split it!"

Tyrell said without thinking that things developed as he expected. He never thought of monopolizing this dragon-born fishman from the beginning. As long as he could get some of its limbs, it would be enough.

So, under the encouragement and temptation of Tyrell's words, the five young dragons directly cut the dragon-born murloc into pieces. The bronze dragon couple looked at each other speechlessly, with complicated expressions, while the silver dragon Emilia said with great interest Watch this scene.

As the eldest sister Elena who apparently contributed the most, she got the head of the fish-man dragonborn. Tyrell naturally got the largest fish-man torso. As for the four arms, legs and tail of the fish-man, they were The other three little dragons were given points.

"Do you have any other loot to collect?"

What an adult dragon thought was extremely childish and ridiculous made the dragon father feel much better. He asked his child with a warm smile.

"there is none left."

As the eldest sister, Elena subconsciously looked at Tyrell, while Tyrell shook his head decisively. He had already got what he wanted, and as for the rest, there was nothing to collect.

The weapons used by the murlocs are basically extremely rough metal products, and there are even bone products among them. The murloc priestess among them may be able to collect some valuable items, but these obviously do not belong to young dragons like them.

"Have you all packed up? Didn't you leave anything behind?"

The silver dragon Emilia also spoke at this time and looked at the bronze dragon couple.

"We're all packed up."

"Then don't waste time, let's go, I will take you to Lord Guderian's castle, and you will stay there."

"Isn't this appropriate? We can find a safe place and reopen the dragon's nest."

The dragon father subconsciously refused. Although bronze dragons like to gather with their own kind from time to time, living together is another matter.

"Is there anything inappropriate? Not to mention how much time you will waste searching for a suitable place to arrange the dragon's nest. Even if you have arranged it, are you sure that your new dragon's nest cannot be discovered by those evil scales?"

The silver dragon Emilia's rhetorical question immediately left the bronze dragon couple speechless. This time the dragon nest was attacked, completely beyond their expectations. When the reconnaissance guards outside the dragon nest issued an early warning, Only then did they realize there was something wrong with the dragon's nest.

"No matter what, you also need to think about your children. Under this sky, there is no safer and more suitable place for your children to grow up than Guderian's castle."