Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Your friendship is indeed worthy of admiration, but don't forget that he is short-lived."

Under the aura of the transformation spell, Su Hailun returned to the noble and elegant blond girl. Most golden dragons, after mastering the transformation spell, do not like to maintain their original posture, but transform into various forms. Kind of humanoid appearance.

"I know."

"It seems that you are ready to say goodbye to him forever."

"What's the meaning?"

Tyrell fell from the sky and stared at the delicate girl who seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind.

"I originally thought you were ready for the bad news, but it seems you are not."

"Is he in danger?"

The scales between the young dragon's eyebrows wrinkled.

"Obvious things."

"Didn't Your Excellency Guderian support Aslan? Has he changed his mind now?"

In the Ansel Kingdom established by humans, it was possible to obtain the support of an ancient golden dragon. Tyrell really could not imagine that anything else could shake Aslan's throne. He already had the first right to inherit.

"Of course not. My grandfather does not intend to interfere in the internal government affairs of the kingdom. Stabilizing order is the first thing that my grandfather considers."

Di Ruier understood what Su Hailun meant. Gu Jinlong didn't care who the heir to the throne was. He only cared about the person who sat in that position, who could stabilize the order of the kingdom and support him in continuing to fight against the Blue Dragon family.

Aslan is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate. He is the only orthodox heir to the royal family. If something happens to him, then various branches of the Ansel royal family will cause unprecedented civil strife for the throne. By then, Let alone gathering an army and continuing to fight against the evil dragon, the country might just perish.

Therefore, as long as Gu Jinlong still wants to win this war, he must be Aslan's staunchest supporter, because anyone other than him taking the position will cause chaos.

"Since Lord Guderian still supports Aslan, what danger does he still have?"

"I just got the news recently. Your short-lived friend has obtained a rather bloody title, Skull-Hunting Lord. This title has been obtained both within the Kingdom of Ansel and in the Blue Scale Royal Court. admit."

"What did he do?"

Dirrell couldn't help but be a little surprised. Such a title was not something that a kind-hearted monarch could obtain. He must have done something quite bloody and cruel. And it would be difficult for such a monarch to win the favor of the Metal Dragon Clan.

"More than half a year ago, Aslan proposed a method on the frontline battlefield that he claimed was used to intimidate the enemy. He cut off all the enemy's heads and piled them into a tower. He called it Jingguan!"

When she said this, Su Hailun stared at Di Ruier, and when she saw the young dragon looking at her calmly without any sign of guilt, she continued,

"This bloody and brutal method can indeed effectively frighten monsters, so he asked all generals on the defense line to use the captured monster heads to build the Jingguan after each war, which can reach a certain scale and height. , will be personally received and commended by him."

"Well done!"

After hearing this, Di Ruier nodded with satisfaction.

"Isn't this great?"

"Is this what you taught him?"

Su Hailun couldn't help but ask as she looked at the bronze dragon who looked satisfied and was no longer bothered by it.

"Let's just say that, I just said it to him casually, but I didn't expect him to remember it."

Tyrell said indifferently, he thought Aslan used it very well.

"What about the grace-enhancing order? You taught him that too?"

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Di Rui, who was not paying attention at first, suddenly froze, and his eyes widened a little.

"This idiot wants to execute the push order now?"

"No, but he has already had this idea, and he also discussed it with my grandfather, who persuaded me to stop him, but he was very unwilling to do so. He did not give up. Once he is allowed to ascend the throne, he will probably do it again. Look for opportunities to implement this decree that will tear the Ansel Kingdom apart."

"This idiot!"

Tyrell couldn't help but curse. He really wanted to open the short-lived boy's head and see what was stuffed in his mind. He didn't even sit on his butt yet, and he wanted to push the order.

Is it possible for a monarch who has not yet ascended the throne and holds great power to execute government orders?

"Why do you want to teach him this knowledge?"

Su Hailun stared at the source of evil in front of her. Her grandfather even took some time out to examine many of Prince Ansel's teachers because of this matter.

Look at what bastard with the knowledge of the Eastern and Western religions actually came up with such a stupid trick as pushing the grace order in the continent of Elmond where the feudal system is prevalent. Is this something that a minor heir to the throne can do? Suicide is nothing more than this.

"It's not something I taught. I just mentioned it in casual chat. Who would have thought that this kid would remember it and prepare to use it."

Tyrell also felt helpless.

"What else did you say to him?"

Su Hailun asked quickly.

She was not too surprised by the knowledge that Tyrell gave to Aslan. After all, the young dragon spent all day in his grandfather's big library. Who knows what he read. The books in it, but Quite a few of them even her grandfather had never seen.

"Who remembers this clearly?"

Tyrell spread out his paws, expressing his helplessness and helplessness.

The two male creatures stayed up late at night, and they could talk about the origins of creatures, the disputes between the gods, the elves' main gods, and the racial system of the mind flayers. What couldn't they talk about? What can't be said?

Asking him to recall what he told Aslan was like asking him how much meat he had eaten since he was a child. How could he recall everything?

"The knowledge you teach him will eventually kill him!"

Su Hailun said seriously.

"..."

Tyrell's smile that just bloomed slowly faded, and his eyes became deeper.

"Who wants to harm him?"

"The Ansel noble group whose interests have been violated, and the Deep Blue Nightmare, the King of Blue Ting!"

Su Hailun replied,

"Now Aslan already has the potential to become a tyrant. The current Anser Kingdom does not need a tyrant."

"No, your grandfather does not need a tyrant. My opinion is contrary to yours. Aslan is not a puppet for you to manipulate. He has his own independent will. Compared with an incompetent king who has no opinions of his own, Only a tyrant can play a greater role in this war."

Tyrell knew that Guderian wanted a new king who would be law-abiding and could cooperate with him, but Aslan, who had been hanging out with him for a while, obviously had nothing to do with being law-abiding.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with a monarch wanting to implement the order of grace and strengthen his authority. Facing the threat of powerful external forces, of course, centralization of power was necessary before he could muster strength to fight against it and have the possibility of victory.

Unfortunately, only a king who has the power to rival the founding king and the corresponding authority to overwhelmingly overwhelm all opposition forces is qualified to complete such a decree, and Aslan obviously does not have such qualifications and conditions.