Fankel had to give it to the elves. Unlike Manlin penguins, they keep their nests clean.
Their flying city was a delight to the eye, with gleaming white stone and marble statues that Vankel thought would look good atop his treasure. He promised himself that he would come back to buy groceries after finding the princess.
Gargoyles with forks patrolled the city's walls, and neither Winkle nor the bull rider was in sight. She also became transparent, although the dragon could still smell her. "Invisibility can fool weak demons, but neither Morey nor his elite guards can fool him." Knight Qia whispered. "Still, I wonder why the city's defenses are so weak. Usually it's so full of demons that our spies can't even get close to it."
"I can smell a lot of friends around here," Winkle hummed as he searched for his food. This escape had left him hungry, and he was accustomed to demon flesh. He flew towards the source of the smell, some kind of flying port with a giant metal bird nesting in the middle.
…
It was a big, big metal bird.
Many, many times larger than Vankel himself, with huge iron wings and iron spines underneath. The demon manipulates a strange device on its back that looks like an enlarged version of the musket weapon carried by the kobold Red. The bird had only one eye made of glass, and demons and elves struck it with hammers.
As usual, his chief of staff was frightened by the size of the animal. "Oh my God, they cracked the iPad's password. They built a bombardier."
"This is not a bombardier, this is a flying fortress," said the knight, equally frightened. "It's bigger than the Titanic!" Do you think it's functional? It looks rough and ancient. "
"Don't know, but we have to destroy it before it takes off."
Only a man would worry about a bird. Winkel would boil the devil inside, just like he prepared his training diet. He opened his mouth lazily, trying to kill the big fat bird.
Then his [Virgin Princess Radar] kicked in.
Winkel immediately turned his head to the source of the signal in the center of the city. "Princess!" He opened his eyes dazzled. "A princess!"
"Your Majesty, what is this-"
Controlled by his dragon instinct, Winkle ignored the metal bird and flew directly to where the princess was, knocking both the knight's griffons and gargoyles out of the sky. The demons noticed him as he immediately blew trumpets and bells after crashing into the building causing it to collapse.
"K
ightsba
e?" Kia the Manling called Vai from the air
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Heard, but not listened. "Knight class, Dalton, where are you going?"
"Princess!" shouted the dragon.
He flew through the City of Elves, blowing away houses and demons with his wings, until he found what he was looking for: a huge, circular, red-brick arena in the very center of the Flying City. Hundreds of elves and demons gathered in the stands with food and drink.
The dragon immediately recognized the princess, chained to a marble pillar in the center of the arena's sand.
It was the most beautiful pet Winkle had ever seen, with beautiful green fur that matched his gold jewelry. Her skin was so pure that it reminded Winkle of milk, and the demons dressed her up like a gift.
Beside her were tied two other princesses, two elves, but Winkle didn't care at all. They don't smell like virgins. The one in the center, however, was the one he wanted, the jewel in his crown of glory! The others would complement her when he displayed them on a mountain of gold.
"Today, friends and elves, we gather together to participate in the ritual of the demon Korida!" A tall and burly red demon shouted from the stands, and the crowd cheered his words, "In order to destroy Gadmani in the process To gain the favor of hell, three, yes, three noble ladies will die before today's battle! This terrible thing is done by the guest of our revered king, the beautiful, the poisonous...
The elves and demons cheered when an elf with purple hair appeared in front of the princesses. She is a beautiful girl with long dark purple hair coiled around the ends of her hair and a pair of bloody red-rimmed eyes; she wears a black queen's dress made of animal skins and devil skins. The woman's look made Wink uneasy, although Long didn't know why.
"Look at the sacrifices!" continued the speaker. "Princess Merville, the niece of our nemesis King Roland Gadmani! April's Oracle——"
"Mine!" Vankel landed on the arena with a thud, blowing away a cloud of dust around him. "My, my, my!"
When the audience fell silent and the purple-haired man looked up into his face, Winkle turned to the captive princesses and showed them his princess bag.
"Get in the bag!" The princesses looked around in panic. "I told you, get in the princess bag!"
"Your Majesty, you are invisible, they are locked!"
"Zero magic."
Winkle's invisibility was gone, and he could feel the power of his other trinkets being negated. The crowds were frightened when they saw him, and the princesses trembled with fear. The dragon ignored them and only glanced at the source of the attack.
"(Crystal Prison.) Under the command of this strange Manlin, a barrier of purple crystal formed around the princesses, trapping them inside like bugs in amber. The dragon immediately recognized this as a cursed fairy tale ."Knight class, are you here to delay our ambitions?"
This thing looks like a regal princess but smells nothing like it. She smelled of the deadly flowers, death, and putrefaction of the dark forest.
Not alone.
fomo
.
Winkle exchanged glances with the fairy, and her soulless eyes confirmed his suspicions. There was a tense and hateful silence between them, neither willing to make the first move; the dragon dropped the princess bag and his chief of staff, ready to crush the abomination at the first sign of hostility. Their races may have made peace, but her presence angered the dragons.
"Your Majesty?" His chief of staff didn't know the woman's nature and looked back and forth between them. "Who is she?" I couldn't read her with my magic and she felt something was wrong. "
"Minion, get behind me," Vankel said, claws outstretched, ready to fight to the creature's death if necessary. "Fairy fairies hunt for Manlin's fur."
"Oh, viewers, an unexpected challenger has burst in! Vel'Kr Knight Bane, 'The Emperor'," the demonic narrator laughed, and to Vel'Kr's confusion, the crowd followed suit He laughed, "The Mumulins and the Alban Mountains claim to be the catastrophe of this era!"
"What do you call yourself?" Winkel rebutted the lie.
"In the other corner, is the diabolical superstar, the unbeatable champion, the undefeated King of Ishfania...the fabulous Brandon Moore!"
An elf enters the arena through a door built into the stone wall, a door as thin and fragile as his kind. His skin is light purple, almost gray, and he has silver eyes and short hair of the same color. He wore a gilt, glittering cloth that covered his entire body except his chest, and on his head was a crown of silver with horns. The dead man walks, holding a knife in one hand and a red cloth in the other.
The crowd cheered at the arrival of the elf, who held up his red cloth to them. Openings in the arena walls release streams of flames and white smoke. "The best devil!" the audience chanted. "My lord, the best devil!" The best devil!"
The elf, who smelled of sulfur, smiled stupidly at Manling Victor. "Ah, just seeing Brandon Moore's perfect body makes you fall in love with him. Brandon Moore has that reaction all the time."
"Actually, I was just surprised by your blue outfit—"
"There is no need to deny your desire for Brandon Moore's sublime body." The devil cut off the chief of staff's words and gave him a proud look, which immediately made Winkel feel contemptuous. No one can resist Brandon Moore and he welcomes all admirers. Because beauty has a lover, and he is Brandon Moore. "
Elf. Always an arrogant cow.
However, that night, Wanke kept his eyes on the fairy to prevent her from sneaking up. He didn't even hit the arrogant cow, not wanting to give the Dragon Clan's mortal enemy any chance.
"You, V&V, have been neglecting Maul for months," the elf said, walking towards him. "You killed his human entourage, stole his precious apples, destroyed his court magicians, and ruined a century of demon summoning work. Now do you want to take away his hard-earned sacrifice? Bran Den Maul really wants to know: What did he do to you to deserve this punishment?"
"You exist in my world." Vacker replied, his eyes still fixed on the witch. "I am the emperor. I can do whatever I want."
"You, Wenquier, are not the emperor. Mu
mu
i
Is Ishfa
ia’s daughter, Ishfa
ia has only one king. The King who stands before you!"
Warning: Your title of [Emperor] is contested by Brandon Moore!
If you do not uphold your legal rights, your [Emperor] class privileges will be revoked!
"Competition? What's there to fight for?" Vai
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roar. He shouldn't even defend his title as its validity is obvious!
"What are you going to do with the bombardier?" asked Manlin Victor, more concerned about the metal bird than the challenge to his master's authority. "How did you build it so fast?"
"Maul had built the Iron Eagle months ago, but his minions lacked the knowledge to do the finishing touches. As for what he would do, if Brandon Moore remembers it, Earthlings have a word for it It. Something with carpet."
"Carpet bombing," the veteran said, without a hint of warmth in his voice.
"Yeah, carpet bombing. B
a
do
Mau
e will carpet bomb Ga
demag
e's monkey farm until only rubble and dead apes are left. He would also make a detour and burn to the ground the fetid villages of Haudemer and Mervyn. "
"W-why?" Victor asked. "has no meaning?"
"I killed the cattle so that my guests would starve," Winkle explained.
"Because Brandon Moore was many things. Beautiful. Perfect. Generous. But forgiveness wasn't one of them."
Winkel's chief of staff readied his scythe. "Not under my watch," he said, ready to defend his master's honor and food supply.
"Mau
e doesn't care about monkey props. "The arrogant elf turned and looked at the servant's scythe. "If you want your ears to be attached to your body, you must release Morley's lich servant immediately. "
Fu
ibo
? That terrible elf wants to break the seal that imprisons Frippon! "I will not let you release that demon into the world, demon!" Winkle declared, preparing to blast the two men with flames and flames, Regardless of whether the former dragon is peaceful or not.
"Moor's will shall be done." The demonic elf turned to the former witch. "melodiuse, please help B
a
do
Mau
e does a favor and cleans up all the drudgery on his stage"
"As you wish, little prince."
Vankel immediately blasted his fireball towards where Fermo was standing, but she was instantly off the path like the frustrating Freebon.
"[Hellzo
e]. Before he could react, she raised a hand and the fabric of space around Viktor and Viktor collapsed; a crack revealed a world of fire and brimstone superimposed on the arena. The mirage lasted only For a moment, but his chief of staff disappeared as well.
The luck check succeeds, but your minion is banished to Hell. "My chief of staff!" Fankel spread his wings angrily, showing his dominance to the former. "Bring him back right away! I don't want to clean the dungeon anymore!"
"Only a true winner makes a request, dragon!" Brandon Moore replied, as a beam of light shot down from the sky and hit the iron bird's nest. The elf roared angrily and looked in this direction. "Iron Eagle!" They are bringing reinforcements!"
"It won't be long." The former witch glanced at the source of the light, then disappeared into the veil of darkness, leaving nothing behind.
"I'll take you, grass-eater!" roared Fankle, intending to eat the walking cows, put the princesses in the bag, and force the witch to release his chief of staff. He'll find time to rampage somewhere in the middle. "Your weak spells have no effect on me!"
"Only the weak rely on magic to win battles!" A true warrior only needs his Muleta and Espada! You, Fankle, and Brandon Moore challenge you! One on one, Champion vs. Dragon! "
"Knight Bane will not back down from a fight!"
You accept Maul's challenge!
Audiences will empower or deempower fighters based on their performance!
"Then, Verquoir, Brandon Moore swears as a matador..." The elf waved his sword. "Today, you will taste the bitterness of failure!"
