Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"for you."

What Aslan put into the baby dragon's claws was a shining crystal diamond. This was the winning bet that Tyrell made with the prince when he entered the arena. As for if he failed to do it, Tyrell didn't mention what it would take, and the prince didn't ask at all.

"You win this time, but I will surpass you soon."

The young man wearing armor and holding a sword was full of energy. He was not depressed because of a small failure. His eyes were full of confidence. He no longer looked like the naive child he looked like a few years ago.

"Your smug face is just waiting for you to surpass me first before it shows up."

Tyrell held the diamond in his paw and did not pay attention to the envious looks cast by the many teachers behind the prince. This gemstone, whether it is embedded in a weapon or a staff, can obtain a good blessing effect. It is a rare treasure.

"Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting too long."

Aslan did not notice the strange tone in the bronze dragon in front of him, but left with a group of teachers in high spirits. He was going to continue training.

When he was the only dragon left in the arena, he flew down again and put away the corpse of the troll that he had chopped down to only the skeleton. With the troll corpse, he could get more from the Silros civilization. construct.

But even so, Tyrell was not very interested, because the prince would probably leave soon.

This is a short-lived species. It only takes less than ten years to grow from a cub that is unsteady when walking to one that can easily cut off the head of a powerful monster by wielding a weapon.

Such a short time, for a dragon, is just a moment, even for the young dragon Tyrell, it is very short, because he still needs to wait a few more years before entering the dormant period and entering the next age group. .

The day of departure came faster than Tyrell expected. In less than half a year, Aslan, who had grown taller again, took the monster head he had chopped off and found An, who was scolding An. Jelica's Tyriel.

The arrival of Prince Ansel made the female dragon, who was holding her tail between her legs, folding her wings and bowing her head to be trained, look happy. When Tyrell waved his paws to let her go, he immediately swung his tail happily and opened his mouth. Opened its wings and flew away.

"Before next winter arrives, if you have not learned the spells I will teach you, then your training amount will be doubled in the future."

The young dragon that flew out of the window let out a mournful cry, but Tyrell turned his attention to Aslan, who threw the monster's heads in front of him and stacked them on top of each other.

"You shouldn't need me to introduce you to this kind of monster, right?"

"Swamp Hydra!"

Tyrell looked at the six ferocious monster heads in front of him that were as tall as a person, and wrote lightly,

"There are only six heads. According to your human classification, they are just monsters at the top of the golden rank. They are not the real Hydra."

"But I only struck three swords and killed this monster!"

The young man was surrounded by a blazing light of fighting spirit, and he no longer had much childishness. But when he heard Di Ruier's words, he was still anxious, but he looked at the young boy in front of him who had not changed much, but who had grown up a little. Long showed a narrow smile,

"You can't kill such a monster now, can you?"

"..."

Tyrell did not speak, just looked at him quietly. The Swamp Hydra is also a monster known for its strong vitality. It is even more disgusting than the troll. Only by cutting off all the heads will it die. , as long as one is left, other injured heads will grow back in a short time.

"Are you leaving?"

"You knew already?"

Aslan was stunned, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

"You can guess that for short-lived species, you are already close to adulthood."

Tyrell said, his voice was calm, and there was no trace of sadness or reluctance.

"How old are you this year?"

"I'm fourteen years old. I came here when I was six years old and have lived here for eight years. It's really time to leave."

Aslan's tone was also calm, but he lowered his head and stared at the blood-soaked carpet at his feet, making it difficult to see his expression.

"You are fourteen years old. For a short-lived species, you are indeed not young. It won't be long before you get married and have children."

The young dragon let out a deep laugh, not knowing what he was thinking of.

"I already have a fiancée. When I come of age in two years, I will marry her and be crowned king."

There was not much excitement and joy in the tone of the sole heir of the Anser Kingdom.

"You have a fiancée? When did it happen?"

Tyrell was a little surprised. He knew everything about Aslan, including his troubles and troubles, and even the opposite sex he had a crush on. After all, he was a teenager and would always have some kind of beautiful fantasies and longings for beautiful people of the opposite sex. .

"Just now, they informed me of this matter. It is said that she is very beautiful and has the blood of high elves. She is known as the most dazzling pearl in Midgar. The news of her engagement to me spread, and Midgar has Many young nobles are in great pain.”

"Then should you be lucky that you are the sole heir to the throne? Otherwise, your fiancée's admirers would have thrown their gloves at you at the banquet."

Tyrell teased.

"It should be them who should be lucky. I wish I was a country boy from a down-and-out noble family, so that I could knock them to the ground one by one at the banquet, make a big show, and win the favor of those ladies and ladies, left. Hug your right hand and enjoy the luxurious and decadent life of the nobles."

Aslan snorted.

"Don't read those books. You will be the king of Ansel in the future. If you do something unreasonable, your disgrace will be felt throughout the continent."

"If I am rude because of this, it must be your fault. You dug out these books for me to read."

"Nonsense, you obviously found it yourself."

Tyrell immediately denied it.

"I have not forgotten that you gave me the first book, and I went to look for it myself later. But this is all because of Mr. Guderian, who actually collected such books."

The boy complained.

"You have the potential to become a foolish king."

The young dragon couldn't help but complain,

"You only read what you want to see, ignore the beauty of the text, and end up blaming others."

"Then tell me, what are the elegances that I neglect?"

"Well."

Di Rui was suddenly speechless.

"Hahaha."

The young man laughed loudly, and one person and one dragon talked and laughed for a long time, surrounded by the smelly smell of the Hydra. Until night approached, a respectful voice came from outside,

"Your Highness, we should set off. The nobles of Midgar have been waiting for you for a long time."

"I gotta go."

"Um!"

"Can you come to my coming-of-age ceremony in two years?"

"not sure."

Tyrell has no intention of leaving Dragon Castle. The outside world is too dangerous. Midgar, the capital of the Kingdom of Ansel, is also a war zone.

"..."

Aslan was silent for a moment, and then he laughed again, his smile bright and sunny,

"If you can't come, I will put on the crown and bring my bride to see you. I want you to look up at my heroic appearance and see how beautiful my bride is. I want you to envy me. .”

"Childish brat!"