Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Don't worry too much, Di Ruier. There is no shortage of existences in this world that can fight against the ancestral dragons. The ancestral dragons are not unique. Even if they are not found in our world, they can be found in other worlds."

Seeing the worried look of the young dragon in front of her, Su Hailun, who had a serious expression on her face, couldn't help but smile. After thinking about it for a while, Di Ruier realized that this was the case.

After all, this is a golden dragon, so what if it can't be defeated?

Shake the dragon!

If you can't fight alone, then fight in a group!

What the Golden Dragon talks about most is not the strongest single combat power among the dragons, but the completely unreasonable dragon vein circle when they encounter difficulties that they cannot overcome.

"What's going on with these short-lived species? What are they doing here?"

The terrifying pressure brought by the Blue Ting King was temporarily suppressed. Tyrell glanced at the two human beings, one large and one small, who were waiting quietly in the Golden Rose Hall, and couldn't help but ask.

"The king of Anser died unfortunately under the raid of the King of Blue Ting. Most of the direct members of the Anser royal family were also killed in this raid. The only one who survived was the king's youngest son. , and is now the number one legal heir to the kingdom."

"So many people in the royal family died?"

Tyrell was a little surprised.

"The palaces in Midgar were all razed to the ground. This little prince happened to be out playing, so he escaped this disaster."

"Does he know about this?"

Tyrell looked at the half-grown kid in the Golden Rose Hall who was looking left and right, and couldn't help but ask.

"We'll find out later."

"This is really, a bit cruel."

Tyrell raised his dragon claw and scratched his chin, tiny sparks splashed between his dragon fingers.

"He will stay here for a while until he reaches adulthood, hold a coming-of-age ceremony, and be crowned king."

"I see."

So, one day later, an extremely noble prince moved into the Golden Dragon's castle, and the Flying Dragon Knights who escorted him here also left on the same day.

However, in the following days, buildings suitable for small short-lived species were built near the Golden Dragon Castle, and a group of extremely powerful humanoid intelligent species also arrived.

They are the teachers responsible for teaching the future heir of the kingdom various courses, including but not limited to language, geography, history, arcana, swordsmanship, riding and archery, etiquette and other courses.

The numerous lessons made every young dragon who understood it couldn't help but have the scales on their heads. However, the agility in the eyes of this half-elderly prince who seemed quite lively dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tyrell believed that all of this had nothing to do with him. He just felt the pressure, and his main energy was invested in spell books. Books that were more interesting and readable were temporarily put aside by him.

Not only is he like this, but his brothers and sisters are no longer as active as before. They all picked up spell books, actively meditated and studied, and became quite diligent. Of course, for the Dragon Clan, for the short-lived species, The dragon is still too lazy.

"Have you seen enough?"

The young dragon finished his meditation and opened his eyes. His clear and pure azure vertical pupils looked at the gap between the bookshelves. Under Tyrell's gaze, a little boy wearing a gorgeous silk robe cautiously appeared. He stuck his head out.

When he discovered that he was indeed this extremely special dragon, he was not afraid. Instead, he straightened the folds of his clothes, walked out, and bowed to Dirrell.

"My name is Aslan Alvarez Divia. I'm sorry to disturb your practice, but I didn't mean to. I just wanted to come in and find a book."

The half-year-old child with baby fat on his face, wearing bloated and gorgeous clothes tailor-made for him, was pretending like an adult human noble. He seemed to have an inexplicable sense of joy, which made Tyrell's lips curl up. split,

"You have so many teachers, don't you have one who tells you not to lie in front of the dragon?"

"ah!?"

The little boy was stunned for a moment, and then looked at a loss, but he couldn't help but ask,

"Isn't identifying lies a magical talent that only adult bronze dragons have?"

"That's an ordinary bronze dragon. Do you think I look like an ordinary dragon?"

Tyrell smiled even more happily, but the dragon's smile looked extremely scary in the eyes of humanoid intelligent creatures that had not yet grown up.

"It's not like this. It's the first time I've seen a dragon like you. Are you an Allosaurus? Do you suffer from paraphilia?"

The little prince looked at Dirrell curiously. This was a dragon similar to the bronze dragon portrait recorded in the book, but completely different.

His limbs and wings are in perfect proportion, with smooth lines, and his body is huge but not bloated. It has a sense of strength and agility. No matter from which angle you look at it, people can't help but marvel at the majesty and beauty of the ancient bronze dragon.

His head has ribs and grooves, and the crown horns extending back from his cheeks and eyes have become wider and thicker. The two largest horns on the top of his head have bifurcated, and show a green-black color. Crystal texture.

Different from the green eyes of ordinary bronze dragons, his vertical pupils have turned into pure azure, which reminds people of the vast sky above the vast ocean.

The golden and bluish scales on his chest and abdomen are connected by lines like thunder, and the wings are embellished with cyan spirit patterns like wind. They are extremely agile. It seems that he can soar into the sky with just a slight vibration of his wings.

"You know quite a lot. I am indeed an Allosaurus, but unfortunately, I don't have a addiction to law. I just like books and learning."

Tyrell responded.

"What's the difference between this and Dharmaphilia? In this world, who would take the initiative to learn without being forced by a teacher?"

The little prince, whose face was clearly tired, couldn't help complaining.

"That's because you haven't found the joy of learning yet."

Tyrell glanced at him, took out a book from the bookshelf beside him, placed it separately in front of him, and then continued slowly,

"And I'm different from you. The content you study is arranged for you by others. It's all knowledge you don't want to get. But I go to find the knowledge that interests me."

"The ones you're interested in? What about the ones you're not interested in?"

"Of course not."

Tyrell said matter-of-factly, and then looked at the little kid in front of him strangely,

"I don't have to force myself."

"so good!"

Aslan's face suddenly showed a look of envy, and then his little face showed a look of anger and annoyance.

"My teachers don't respect my own wishes at all. They don't care whether I want to study or not. They just force me every day."

"Um!"

Tyrell lowered his head and flipped through the books in front of him, dealing with it casually.

"My etiquette teacher..."

"Um."

"The same goes for Teacher Ande, he is too strict..."

"Um."

In the silent library, the little boy's chattering voice never stopped. At this moment, the sole heir of the Ansel Kingdom finally found someone to talk to, and the dissatisfaction that had been suppressed for a long time poured out.

"Yeah, I've stayed here too long, it's time to go back to class."

The little prince complained about all his teachers and was still not satisfied. But then he remembered that he had spent a lot of time, and said goodbye to Dirrell in a panic.

"Mr. Long, I'm sorry to have wasted so long of your time."

"I prefer treasures with practical value to feeble words."

Tyrell looked at the little prince who had finished complaining, spread out the dragon's claws, and placed them in front of him.

"You took up and wasted my time. I listened to your complaints and appeased you. You need to pay me the corresponding remuneration and the hourly wage for taking my time."

"ah!"

Aslan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing. He flipped his fleshy little hand and took out a crystal core that shone with blue light and placed it on Tyrell's dragon claw.