Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Aslan?"

Tyrell looked at the dusty young man who appeared in front of him, his tone filled with surprise and a bit of disbelief.

In this young man whose face could even be described as vicissitudes of life and whose eyes were full of fatigue, Di Ruier could no longer see this king. The childishness and innocence of his childhood, the confidence and sharpness of his youth had all been erased. 's clean.

In just a few years, Tyrell found that he could no longer find an image in his mind that overlapped with the young man in front of him.

Aslan turned into something completely unfamiliar to him, and only the aura from the soul could convince Tyrell that the person standing in front of him was indeed the one who came to show off to him with a crown and scepter a few years ago. King Ansel.

"Dirrell?"

Not only was Tyrell surprised by the changes in his only short-lived friend, but Aslan was also confused when he looked at the completely unfamiliar dragon in front of him. He couldn't even confirm it.

The appearance, body shape and even soul aura have all undergone huge changes from before. This is completely different from the last time he saw the young dragon with thunder marks and wind patterns on its body. It is basically two dragons.

"Don't look at me with such suspicious eyes, I have successfully been promoted to the Ancestral Dragon."

"Yes, you are now an ancestral dragon. It is normal to be different from the original one. Carlos, the Blue Ting King, does not have much in common with ordinary blue dragons."

Aslan, who had grown a beard on his face, smiled and found a suitable reason based on what he saw, but he couldn't help but add,

"But the scales on the Evil Dragon King are still blue, although they are different from the color of the ordinary blue dragon."

"I am different from him. I am a unique ancestor dragon."

Dirrell declared extremely confidently that his current dragon bloodline is comparable to any ancestral dragon, but his special features are incomparable to any ancestral dragon.

"Yes, you are indeed unique."

The fully mature young man nodded in agreement, and after these words fell, in the past few years, earth-shaking changes had taken place, and everyone and the dragon became completely different, and they all fell into silent stares at each other.

"Aslan, you have changed so much now."

In the end, it was Diriel who broke the silence. The young king in front of him was still wearing armor. It was still the priceless magic-patterned armor, but it had lost its original splendor. You could see the marks left by the minions and swords on it. The traces are lingering with a bloody smell that is difficult to erase.

"Have I changed a lot? Do I look too old?"

Hearing this, the young man reached out and touched the messy beard on his chin, and then laughed.

Tyrell listened to Aslan's laughter, but was silent, because the king of a country, appearing in front of him in such a posture, was too embarrassed, just like a poor middle-aged man who had no time and energy to Take care of your appearance and appearance.

"Is the situation on the front lines difficult?"

"Well, ever since the evil dragon king woke up, everything has become difficult."

The young man responded calmly, with a faint smile still on his face, but it looked very forced, like a person who has not smiled for many years, forcing himself to make an expression. He seemed to have forgotten how to smile.

"But I can still hold on."

"..."

Tyrell clearly remembered that the child back then had confidently declared that he would cut off the head of the Blue Ting King and complete his revenge. But now, the person standing in front of him was a man who faced the cruel reality. The young king gritted his teeth and struggled to support himself.

"There's no need to discuss my affairs anymore. I finally left the front line. Just chat with me about some happy things and let me relax!"

"good."

The young man was unwilling to talk to him about any situation in the Kingdom of Ansel, so Tyrell stopped asking. The legendary silver dragon Emilia was sleeping in the underground palace below him, repairing her injuries. The battle situation on the front line was miserable, It's completely conceivable.

But although Tyrell agreed, he didn't know what to talk about to make Aslan happy.

A man lost all his relatives when he was young and lived in a dragon's castle. As soon as he came of age, he was hurriedly put on the throne. When his ambitious attempt to reform the kingdom began to bear fruit, the kingdom's biggest enemy Having woken up from his deep sleep, he could only give up everything and pick up the sword. Everything he carried and faced was too heavy.

"Can I touch your scales? They look nice!"

When Di Ruier's mind was heavy, the young man put on a free and heroic look. The vicissitudes of life on his face and the fatigue in his eyes quickly faded away at this moment, just like a street gangster, without any trace of a king. of majesty.

"How can a little human like you offend the majesty of the ancestral dragon?"

Tyrell raised his neck and lowered his gaze. His thunderous vertical pupils were full of majesty. His voice was deep and thick, echoing in the grand Golden Rose Hall, full of solemnity and solemnity.

"If you want to touch my noble body, you must pay for rare treasures!"

"Noble Lord Ancestral Dragon, do you think these two treasures satisfy you?"

Aslan followed his example. He flipped his palms, and two handed down weapons that Tyrell was extremely familiar with appeared in front of him. A gorgeous and dazzling crown inlaid with three gems and a half-human-high weapon. scepter.

"Why did you bring them again? Have you been promoted to legend?"

Tyrell looked up and down at the smiling young man, his fine gem-like scales wrinkled. Today, Aslan has undoubtedly stepped into the realm of the soul and is in the soul. Under such heavy pressure, he can still sustain it and achieve such success. Achievement, not surprising.

"Legendary, it's still a little short of it, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't make any difference whether I'm promoted or not. I brought these two legendary weapons here today, and I have no intention of taking them back."

"What do you want to do?"

Tyrell realized something was wrong. The young king in front of him was indeed not the high-spirited young man he saw last time. The drastic change was enough to reshape the outlook and character of the short-lived species in a short period of time, turning him into a different person. .

"Allow me to be shameless for once, Tyrell."

The young man took a deep breath, and the smile on his face faded.

"I came here with a purpose this time, and I want to ask you to help me."

"What do you want me to help you with?"

The thunder that shone in Dirrell's dragon eyes gradually fell silent, and his voice became calmer,

"I asked Lord Guderian that you will leave Elmond Continent. I want to pray that you take my wife and daughter with you when you leave."

As he spoke, the young man raised the crown and scepter in his hand above his head.

"This is the price I am willing to pay for this. I just ask you to take them away and stay away from the war!"

"Aslan!"

Tyrell let out a low roar, and bright, hot, dazzling thunder surged in his throat.

"In your opinion, is the friendship between us so worthless?"

"This is my only request, and it's my last!"

Aslan lowered his head, not looking at Tyrell's increasingly angry eyes.

"I beg you to protect my wife and children!"

Anger welled up in Dirrell's heart, and there was nowhere to vent this anger. He could only suppress his emotions, stretched out his dragon claws, and grabbed the two handed down weapons presented by the humans in front of him in his hands.

"As you wish, I promise you."

"Thanks."

The young man felt his empty hands and raised his head again. A relieved smile appeared on his face, but it was much more real than the smile he had just forced out.

"You've become too much and you feel strange to me."

After the anger in his heart was suppressed, a feeling of disappointment or loss suddenly emerged, and Tyrell's eyes dimmed.

“That’s what short-growing species are.”

Aslan smiled and then talked about what he had entrusted.

"You have also met my wife, Margaret. She is pregnant now."

"Margaret? Don't you hate her very much?"

Tyrell was a little hard to understand. He was entrusted with protecting his wife and daughter. He could understand. After all, short-lived species valued the inheritance of their bloodline for future generations.

But Aslan sacrificed his dignity as a king in order to protect the woman he hated so much a few years ago. He remembered that at that time, he hated his queen to the point where he didn't bother to hide it and didn't care about face.

"The reason why I rejected her at that time was because of the family behind her, but it's different now."

"What's the difference?"

"The Parma family is gone."

"Gone?"

"The only legend of the Parma family is that Margaret's grandfather died in the battle, and her father also died from the breath of a blue dragon within three months."

"Did a legendary family disappear during the war?"

Tyrell couldn't help but sigh. The intensity of this war was beyond his imagination. At the same time, he also understood the reason for Aslan's change in attitude towards the queen.

The family behind Margaret was almost destroyed in the external guard war. It would be too shameful to show disdain to her.

"She and the child in her belly are everything to me now and my only concern. Therefore, I would like to ask you to take them away from Elmond Continent."

"I will protect them, and when your child grows up, I will return the scepter and crown to him."

Tyrell has no nostalgia for the two handed down weapons that are as effective as artifacts. He has already planned it. After he goes to the Seldrin Islands and establishes a foothold, he will make a deal with the Crimson Demon God. It’s time to get a Ring of Dominance.

"No, no need. This is what I give you. Think of it as a reward for protecting my child's growth. After all, you are a noble ancestral dragon. It only takes two handed down weapons to exchange for your protection. It's nothing. There’s nothing more worthwhile than this.”

Hearing Tyrell's words, Aslan shook his head immediately, and then a look of hope appeared in his eyes.

"I just hope that my child can grow up healthy and have the right to freely choose his life when he becomes an adult. He can become whatever person and career he wants to be. This is enough."

"This is the handed down weapon of your royal family. Do you want the inheritance to be cut off in your hands?"

Tyrell asked with some confusion. Aslan's idea cannot be said to be enlightened, it is simply too advanced. There is no doubt that his influence must be involved.

"The inheritance should have been cut off a long time ago. Five hundred years have passed since the founding of Ansel. That's enough. I will be the last King Ansel!"

Underneath the young man's calm voice, there was extreme despair. He no longer had any expectations for his future and was ready to welcome his final moment.

"I can take you with me, and I can even bring your knights with me. This will not add much burden to Lord Guderian."

Tyrell said, even if he didn't ask, he knew how bad the state of Ansel Kingdom was, and the king in front of him was making final preparations.

"No, Tyrell, I can't leave. My army is still fighting on the front line, my soldiers are still waving their swords, and my knights are still charging. I can't betray them!"

There was a calm smile on the young man's face, but the firm will and indestructible faith in his eyes at this moment were something that no one could ignore.

"I must go back. Besides, didn't you teach me? A qualified king dares to stand at the forefront of the war and lead the legion to fight against foreign enemies when the country is in crisis. This is what a king should do. I am just as you said back then."

"You don't have to write down everything I said."

Tyrell's eyes couldn't help but show helplessness at this moment. Of course he remembered what he said to the young King Ansel at that time. What he said in a fit of excitement at that time, now the young king is ready to use his life to practice it.

"You can't imagine the shock in my heart when you said those words to me. I swore in my heart that I would become the king you described, so that even if I die, My name will still be praised in the mainland and become immortal."

Aslan responded with a smile.

"Don't be too stupid, come with me, take those who are willing to follow you, and leave here. When I become an adult, I can help you restore your country and rebuild Ansel."

Tyrell, who had just transformed into an ancestral dragon, bowed his head and made a promise to the short-lived species.

"Anser has existed for enough time. There are too many kingdoms like Anser in the history of the continent. I use my life to leave the most perfect poem for the end of the kingdom. This is enough."

A promise made by an ancestral dragon who will surely become the best in the world. Any king who has some sense and cherishes his own life will nod his head without hesitation, but there is a self-righteous fool who will not After thinking about it, I rejected it.

"In fact, I don't want you to return to Elmond Continent. Our world is very big and can accommodate two ancestral dragons. There is no need for you to have any conflict with the King of Blue Ting. That is a very sensible thing." Evil dragon, when you grow up, he will give you corresponding respect. There is no need for you to start a war."