Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"I choose...the red dragon will never succumb to any dragon!"

The red dragon, whose head was knocked dizzy, didn't react at the first moment, but after thinking about it for a moment, he realized something was wrong, and immediately let out an even more angry and unwilling roar.

"Is it?"

The red dragon's reaction was not beyond Di Ruier's expectations. A young dragon that had not yet grown up struggled in his hands for so long, not to mention that this one was several times larger than him, reaching an adult height of 23 meters. The red dragon, being willing to bow to him after being beaten by him, would be too insulting to the reputation of arrogance and tyranny that the red dragon has accumulated over thousands of years.

Ouch~

The red dragon let out a scream of pain, because Tyrell's other front paw slashed across his tail blade and slashed out of the red dragon's shoulder blade, extending to the wound on the chest, and then suddenly exerted force, along the wound Tear hard towards his chest.

With the sound of cracking, a large piece of scaly flesh and blood was torn off by him, dripping with blood, and the flames began to burn on the ground again. Even the rain falling from the sky could not be extinguished.

"Surrender? Or be enslaved?"

Tyrell gave the choice again, a piece of flesh and blood on his chest was missing, and the red dragon who could even see the keel sneered,

"Despicable metal dragon, do you think such pain can make me surrender? Ridiculous!"

"Well, I didn't think carefully."

Tyrell put away the scaly flesh and blood in his hands. Of course, pure violence and pain could not subdue a red dragon. For a red dragon that has survived to adulthood, except for himself, no one knows how many battles he has experienced and what he has suffered. How much hurt.

boom!

Tyrell slammed the red dragon's head in his hand to the ground. As the ground shook slightly, gravel and sand jumped up, and the red dragon's ferocious head was completely smashed into the mud.

Roar!

The angry dragon roar sounded, and the soil around the red dragon's head began to melt and turned into lava. It spit out dragon's breath in the soil, and its head was stuffed into the soil. The insult caused to it was more humiliating than the damage, but it was still not as good as it being lifted from the sky. Dizziness caused by falling.

The next moment, the red dragon felt his head loosen. The metal dragon that was still having ridiculous dreams and trying to make him surrender loosened its hold on him, but it didn't wait for the doubts in its heart to arise. , and felt the tight feeling from his tail.

"What do you want to do..."

collapse--

The body suddenly rose into the air, accompanied by a heavy impact, and the mountains collapsed and shattered. The severe pain answered all its doubts. The metal dragon grabbed its tail and smashed it against the low hills beside it.

"Feels good!"

He lifted up a red dragon that was larger and heavier than himself. In order to prevent the strength from being insufficient, he even used both dragon claws. Dirrell, who was tightly clasped on the opponent's dragon's tail, released a dragon. claw.

Because he found that he still underestimated the power contained in his body. He only needed one dragon claw to throw the red dragon up.

After confirming this, Tyrell was even more rude. The dragon's claws dug into the flesh and blood of the red dragon's tail, crushing the scales and piercing his flesh and blood. He held the dragon bone tightly to ensure that it would not fall off.

boom--

Before the red dragon could slow down, Dirrell picked up his body again, drew a not-so-beautiful arc in the air, and then smashed it into the adjacent low hills. In the billowing smoke and dust, Dirrell repeated his old tricks. Shi...

Swing! Smash it! Swing! Smash it! Swing! Smash it!

Dirrell unscrupulously vented the power contained in his ancestral dragon body. Although he was smaller in size, in terms of pure strength, he suppressed the red dragon, the head of the color dragon.

This point has actually been verified in the confrontation in the sky just now. Tyrell has now confirmed his status in the dragon clan.

However, it is still unknown to Tyrell how fast the wound will heal after being injured. In the previous confrontation, he tried his best to build thirty-six magic shields on his body.

This was the fundamental reason why he was able to survive the red dragon's breath unharmed, and even made the red dragon unwilling to fall in a close combat encounter.

He is a dragon who practices magic. On the battlefield, he fights with the red dragon in pure close combat with only his physical body, like a wild beast?

Are you kidding? It's enough to play with the golden dragon. On the real battlefield, he is not so stupid to make such concessions. If he doesn't use it, wouldn't the spells he has learned for so many years be in vain?

The earth trembled, gravel flew, smoke and dust billowed into the sky, and the harsh impact storms came one after another. The surrounding vegetation was destroyed, the flames were burning, and the rain was still pouring down.

This was a devastating sight. The giants and juvenile female dragons standing in the distance watching the battle were dumbfounded. Urrutia was also dumbfounded.

She did not expect that the adult red dragon, who was considered invincible in her heart and could be said to be the dragon she pursued the most at the moment, would be crushed so easily after facing Tyrell. After being shot down to the ground, he would even fly into the air again. There is no ability to fly.

Dina was also deeply surprised. Although she had a premonition that Di Rui would not be too embarrassed and could even win against two adult red dragons, she did not expect that the other side would suppress the red dragons so easily. For Di Rui She gained a further understanding of your power, which was far more profound than what she experienced underwater.

"The second dragon passed."

Urrutia became nervous. She found that the red dragon, which was also watching the battle at the waist of the volcano, flew into the air and flew towards the place where the first red dragon fell.

"Don't be nervous, just watch."

Dina was very calm and even inserted the trident in her hand directly into the rock beside her. She was not worried at all. The dragon did not need her support.

"Will he kill these two red dragons?"

The little female dragon whispered, she was worried about another thing. After all, they were the same kind, and they were the same kind that had grown up. Such a miserable end would inevitably be touched.

"probably not."

Dina is not very sure. She has never been in contact with the metal dragon clan. All she knows about this dragon clan is from her father's mouth, and this dragon is completely different from the normal metal dragon clan, because this guy actually wants to Raise colorful dragons.

Phew~

The scorching wind blew away the rain curtain, and the raging fire evaporated the rainwater. The giant dragon, which was even bigger than the male dragon being ravaged below, landed on the top of a hill, looking down at the misery below. The same kind of people have no intention of helping in the end.

Pa~

Tyrell slammed the red dragon in his paws heavily to the ground, even smashing half of the dragon's body into the mud, and then let go of the dragon's tail that was almost broken off.

At this moment, after enduring Tyrell's violent venting without sparing any space, the red dragon's body had been completely deformed, all its limbs were abnormally twisted, the dragon's wings were wrinkled into a ball, and the keel was broken into countless pieces.

Roar~

Even a dragon lost half of its life after being so violently tortured. However, this red dragon can still breathe and roar. Although its voice is so weak at this moment, its heart is still beating. , as long as you give it time, all these injuries can be recovered after a period of rest.

"Aren't you going to save it?"

Dirrell took a step forward and trampled the red dragon's newly raised head into the dust with his front paws. But this time, the red dragon no longer had the ability to breathe. It was not only injured externally, but also internally. Received an extremely strong impact.

"Why should I save such a waste?"

Upon hearing Tyril's inquiry, the red dragon descended on the top of the hill sneered disdainfully. He did not hide his contempt for the red dragon who was stepped on by Tyril, and had no intention of helping to rescue him.

"As expected of a red dragon."

Hearing the words of this female adult red dragon, Tyrell couldn't help but sigh. This once again reinforced his stereotype of the arrogant description of red dragons in the bloodline inheritance.

"Don't compare this kind of brainless idiot to me. I agree with your assessment just now. It's just a brainless beast."

"Isn't he your partner? Although you know that your relationship will not last long, don't you still maintain this relationship now?"

Tyrell glanced at the red dragon who was still trying to struggle at his feet, and trampled down his spine with his hind claws. With a dull roar and the sound of bones breaking, the red dragon's struggle and resistance were suddenly weakened. Most of it.

"Mate? That's because there are too few red dragons on this island. The reason why this waste can enter my lair is just because he is a male dragon. That's all. I won't do anything extra for this waste. Things, let alone give up my only hope of leaving this island."

The red dragon eyes stared at Dirrell closely. The eyes of the female adult red dragon were filled with deep longing. Perhaps because Dirrell was a male dragon, she behaved better than the one who was stepped into the dust. The red dragon is more sensible.

The metal dragons have a strong sense of loyalty. The vast majority of metal dragons follow the monogamous marriage system. There are also a few metal dragons who are promiscuous, but they are only a minority.

The color dragons are the complete opposite in this regard. They have almost no moral values. When it comes to their spouses, they are even more free to do as they please. Therefore, the color dragons lay ten times more dragon eggs than the metal dragons. Of course, they are completely opposite. , is the survival rate of dragon eggs.

"It seems that I met a very smart dragon. I thought I was going to have a second battle."

Tyrell was a little surprised. This slightly changed his impression of red dragons. It seemed that red dragons were not all ferocious beasts that relied on instinct.

"What kind of cleverness is this? Just think about it for a moment and you will know that not all red dragons are as stupid as the one at your feet.

When he saw a metal dragon appearing on the island, he immediately wanted to protect his territorial sovereignty and his poor male self-confidence. It was so stupid. "

The female dragon was dismissive of Tyrell's praise, because it was not a compliment to a certain extent, but a mockery of the brains of all red dragons.

"So, what choice do you want to make? Surrender to me, or let me defeat you and enslave you?"

Tyrell grinned, revealing his white dragon teeth. A red dragon with reason and the ability to communicate normally is a red dragon after all. There is only one language that a red dragon can understand.

He never expected that he could make a red dragon surrender to him through verbal negotiation. Only absolute violence could suppress the color dragon clan.

"You are much more powerful than the metal dragons described in my inherited memory, and your desire to rule is unprecedented. What kind of dragon are you? A hybrid of a gold dragon and a bronze dragon?"

The female red dragon was not angry because of Di Ruil's words. Instead, she asked with interest. Her eyes lingered on Di Ruil's shining golden scales, and a strange light shone in the red dragon pupils.

"I disappoint you. I am a pure bronze dragon."

Tyrell said without hesitation.

"Bronze dragon?"

The female dragon flew down from the mountain with fluttering wings and landed in front of Diriel. She was at a dangerous distance where she could launch an attack at any time. However, she did not make any move to attack. Instead, she stretched her neck and sniffed the air. Smell, I immediately noticed something, showing a confused look,

"The smell on your body does not belong to the Bronze Dragon Clan, and besides, you are not an adult?"

The female dragon's expression was a bit incredulous. Although the size of the dragon in front of her was not as good as that of her companion red dragon, which she had already regarded as trash, such a size should only be found by an adult dragon.

"I am a young dragon."

Dirrell raised his head and looked directly at this red dragon, which was about 24 meters long and had a considerable size advantage over him. He had no intention of giving in. He could not show weakness.

"Young Dragon, this is impossible!"

Although clues had been smelled from the smell in the air, the three views and reason shaped by inherited knowledge made the female dragon subconsciously deny this possibility.

How could a young dragon be so big?

If you become an adult, how big a dragon body should you have?

"Nothing is impossible, I have returned to my ancestors!"

"Atavism?"

The female dragon took a few steps forward, and an unpleasant smell of sulfur suddenly drifted over. This distance was already quite dangerous for dragons.

"In this era, an atavistic dragon can actually be born. Are you favored by the Dragon God?"

Seeing the female dragon that had come quite close to him and was even sniffing him, Tyrell couldn't bear it anymore.

Because he found that the smell emitted by this female dragon became a little strange. Although it still smelled like sulfur, it was mixed with something else, which made him feel that it smelled inexplicably good and had a strange attraction. .

Realizing something, Tyrell took a step back, which allowed the red dragon that he had suppressed to regain some of its freedom. The dragon raised its head and let out an angry roar and roar.

"Loralis, how dare you betray me and fall in love with a metal dragon?"

This time the red dragon was angrier than ever before, but his roar was not directed at the enemy, but at his partner. Even in the mud, he could hear all the conversations between Tyrell and the female dragon.