The former Hamelin loves human weapons.
"This is the legendary weapon (Magnum)," he said to Manlin while handing the silver-plated gun to him. Knight Lee Oswald used it to kill King Lincoln during the Battle of Pearl Harbor. It is like a bow that can pierce the toughest skin. "
Manlin, a self-righteous bounty hunter, looked at the weapon with fascination. "King Lincoln?"
"King of America, the world across the ocean," Hamelin lied. "It was a land of weapons, a place where dragons called dinosaurs existed."
"exist?"
Hamelin smiled crookedly.
One of his rats made a noise as it hopped on the garbage pile in the back alley. Manling turned around, trying to see something clearly in the night; as soon as the meeting began, he was nervous, fearing that Bahrain's watch would interrupt their conversation.
"Don't worry," Hamelin reassured it. His rats surveyed the area, monitoring the surroundings from rooftops. He continued his presentation as if nothing had happened, although Manling remained uneasy. "Aim and pull the trigger. It's so simple, even a kid can use it."
The piper put his lips to Manlin's ear.
"That's what they did."
That's why he likes firearms. They were deadly and so easy to use that an untrained peasant could kill a trained knight with one. It is the perfect clue to war, rebellion and massacre.
The more Manling listened, the more he became like a bear who had found a honeypot. He was afraid of bees, but the prize tasted sweet. "Can it kill a dragon?"
"Only the small ones and the eggs. It will hurt the larger ones, but it won't kill them."
"egg?"
"The best way to deal with dragons is to crack their eggs and kill their young before they grow too large to be controlled. Put a magnum pistol between their eyes and pull the trigger."
"Kill...kill their children?" The man cowered after hearing his words. Why are ordinary people so self-righteous when it comes to children?
Still, the piper sensed that the man needed a little push to change his way of thinking. "They have no feelings, my friend. They are predators and thieves from birth. Have you ever seen a dragon that would hesitate to burn down a house with an innocent screaming human inside? Of course not. That's why we must Spare none of them. That is a knight's duty."
This sentence always works. No matter how hard they try to portray themselves as mercenaries, deep down adventurers always want to be respected.
"Yeah..." Hamelin said nothing, letting Manlin convince himself. "Yeah, you're right. They're just monsters."
"Greedy monsters. Before they just stole gold, now they even steal jobs. They don't care about you. It's a tough world and you have to defend your livelihood, right?"
"But what about adults? What if I--"
"We have weapons that kill adults, too, and we will deal with them," Hamelin assured Manring, "but everyone has to do their part." Will you do yours? You will stand up, Seize the day?"
The bounty hunter nodded and took the weapon. "You said you have someone else?"
"a lot of". Although his reserves were dwindling much faster than he thought. "I keep the best for myself and my friends. Maybe one day, you too will be part of the inner circle."
"How much do you want?"
"I do it for the cause," Hamelin replied, handing him a letter. "But if you want more and better things, you must prove your dedication. Capture the graded dragonets alive and leave them to our care."
Manlin took the piece of paper, read it once, and then used a spell to burn the contents without leaving any trace. "That's almost done."
"I only believe what I see," Hamelin replied. "I will contact you again when I get the results."
The hunter nodded sharply in response and held out his hand. Although such physical contact secretly disgusted him, the ex accepted it with a smirk.
Merlin, who preferred the nickname the Pied Piper of Hamelin after his most notorious crime, watched as Manlin walked away with weapons concealed under his cloak. That deal went well, and hopefully this time he succeeded in slaying a dragon where so many of his kind had failed.
If he didn't, that would mean one less person to kill.
Claims are harder to hook. They grew up with guns, and while they recognized their potential, they lacked the quasi-religious respect that future generations would have for guns and rifles. They always asked him so many questions about where the weapons came from that he often had to shut them up.
Most people are as cold as ice, but not Hamelin. Where his kind were indifferent to mortals and considered killing them a chore, the Piper came to enjoy the good work.
He has been toying with mortals in one form or another for centuries. At one point, before they realize the power of class, he encounters a village full of rats. On a whim, he takes on human form and lets the villagers solve the problem, using his pipe to lure the mice into the river and drown them.
The Manlings refused to pay him.
So Hamelin sang another song, and they paid with blood.
The beautiful memory made the fairy giggle. Those were the old times, and the old society ruled over weak creatures, and no one could challenge them except the dragons. Then humans learned the power of class and the natural order collapsed.
The former army still has a stronghold in Oldmond. They rule over the Preden, the dark forest that covers much of the world. King Wotan and Baba Yaga also ruled over large tracts of land in the northern part of the Winter Kingdom, but they were too weak to humans. They keep them alive.
But these shallow kingdoms shrank with each century, and Bara'ul slowed this decline but could not stop it.
Would Mel Odius do better? So far, he likes his sister's style, which is as subtle and cunning as his own.
A familiar rat crawled toward him, and Hamelin lowered his head to listen to his report. The piper gave the beast a mind, and unlike the larger rat rat, the rodent remembered its place. "The Paladin and the Dracula returned the bottle to Bassino," the mouse told his master. “He gave a banquet to welcome them.”
"What about Mo?"
"V&V sealed him in his bottle and made a wish, ordering him never to come out again."
That idiot. They would need more powerful magic than Mort to break his seal, and only Baba Yaga's magic met this criteria. Unfortunately, she despises elves.
Should they ask Sabra? The ancestors had a loose alliance with the fickle god, but it was his high priest who first captured Mort. "Can you steal the bottle?"
"No," the mouse shook his head. "Even if I can see it, we will be seen."
This isn't fair. While the slaves of Hamelin have proven their worth time and time again, Mort was foolish enough to be caught by mortals twice. He would have his rodent keep an eye on the bottle in case there was an opportunity to snatch it away, but the animal would not take any chances. "At least tacticians don't make wishes."
"He is very satisfied with the result." Hearing these words, Hamelin narrowed his eyes. The Paladin had the same reaction, so Bassino told her that he wanted to study the design of the bottle and bury it somewhere where it would never be found. He knew that any wish he made would never come true. "
"You mean design?" Hamelin quickly understood. An artifact that could ensnare the strongest fairies... Of course, the famous tactician wanted to research a powerful weapon against the elves. He has survived more assassinations than Fidel Castro has on Earth.
Fairies have great memories and they never forget a slight injury. Balsino played a large role in Bara'ul's defeat, and Mel Aldeus marked him for death, just like that paladin.
Especially Paladins. “Kia Bekele and K
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Bassino hosted a banquet to welcome the humans and showered the dragon with diamonds. She declares him her new best friend and they laugh. Tacticians say that great games will be organized in their name. "
This will leave them stranded in Bahrain for several weeks. As Hamelin considered the situation, a mischievous idea crossed his mind.
"plague".
A green light briefly surrounded his slave as Hamelin's evil spell imbued him with a curse. "Your fangs now carry a dangerous disease," said the piper. "Spread to the mortals of this city. To their merchants and dignitaries, so they carry my gifts across borders.
"Ah, I hate the smell of ram's horns," complained the mouse. "But you can trust me."
"You and your brothers have your eyes on our three mortal enemies, the bottle and my cat's paw."
"The cat and mouse looked around, and Hamelin smiled. "Master, please don't scare me like this!"
"Do this and I'll make you bigger than a dog," the piper lied. He has learned his lesson from the beast; never let his slaves be too strong or too smart lest they get ideas. "now go."
His slaves fled the alley with Hamelin's gifts.
When his work was done, he took his dragonbone pipe from under his cloak, summoned a fairy ring, and sang a song. A dark green portal opened in front of him and disappeared after the fairy lord passed through it.
When he returned home to his father's workshop, Hamelin shed his human disguise.
His skin changed from flesh to rotten wood, and there were crimson eyes all over his body; on his shoulders, chest, and his "hat." His clothes reveal their true nature as part of his body, his beard becomes tentacle-like roots, and his fingers become branches. Hamelin is an ancient nightmare, one of the horrors that keep mortals from setting foot in the forest at night.
When he arrived, he was greeted by the smell of oil and gunpowder. Giants and ogres worked metal under the twisted dark wood ceiling, crafting steel armor, carefully tearing Earthling weapons into small pieces or assembling a new golem's head.
Hamelin's ancestor, Mag Meir's Insect, oversees the work of his slaves with a craftsman's attention. "One more level," he ordered his servants, each of whom he had created in his laboratory. "The armor is thicker and has fewer impurities."
"Three times thicker, father," Hamelin suggested. "Winkle blew the box open."
"Have you seen it from your hiding place, my child?" replied Mag Meir, without even looking at his child. "I have no idea".
"I saw the most beautiful sight of your toys being smashed into pieces." This is like a "movie" that people on Earth love very much. "I can't wait to see how it goes in the next movie."
Everyone is his own lord, has his own fief and servants, and obeys no one. Only a powerful and charismatic leader like King Bara'ul can shape these proud lords into a cohesive army, and that only while he lives. The fairies have no love for each other, except by kinship as supreme rulers of creation; even blood has little influence.
The downside of being soulless. Love, humor, kindness... Hamelin cannot understand these strange things that mortals cherish.
"I also expect better results."
Like a snake in the grass, Mel Odius stalked her kin without Hamelin noticing. The piper showed no sign of fear and tipped his hat in greeting to his sister, but could not quite shake off the fear she inspired.
As usual, she took on human garb and angered her ancestors.
"Daughter, your face displeases me," said Mager Meir in disgust. Every mortal reminded him of the system he so passionately detested. After all, he created it to a certain extent.
All forms can create life or impart intelligence to objects and animals. Magmel once crafted a magical dice in an attempt to create an artifact that could harness new forms of magic. On a whim, he also gave it a heart.
So Dice was born and brought this system to Out
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To say that Meg Meier has regretted that incident ever since would be an understatement.
The fairy lords shun the Magmel for indirectly bringing the cursed system into the world and giving humans an advantage against them. Since then, the crazy ex has dedicated his immortal life to regaining the favor of his kind and overthrowing the entire system.
No one has studied the cursed class as extensively as Mag Meir, and his work has bore fruit over the centuries. The Spell [Darkest Fear], meant to ensure mortals sleep forever in the dirt; the Black Crown, which twists men and women into abominable traps when they thirst for power; and countless more designed to kill heroes monster.
When King Baraul approached him, hoping to regain his honor by aiding his crusade, Magmer eagerly supported him. He fed Balaur the potion to make dullaha
Long, long, long until no one can defeat him. Last century, they almost recaptured Overmond...
However, Baraul died, and Magmel fled in disgrace to fight another day.
But the fairies learned. When brute strength failed King Baraul, Mel Odius chose conflict, division, and hatred. Setting mortals against each other, encouraging endless war, then killing the victors when they least expect it.
Hamelin prefers this approach to the old one. His people call him a coward because he preys on those who can't fight back, running away when necessary, but he calls it wisdom. Good old Hamelin has defeated many heroes over the centuries, and he's still living.
Hamelin knew there would be nothing after his death. Without a soul, his body would dissolve into the soil in which it grew, and everything would turn black. This fear has driven the Piper for centuries, driving him to kill others before they do the same to him.
Mel Odius ignored his father and got straight to the point. "Lin, report."
"I distributed the weapons as you requested," Hamelin replied. "I also made a little joke about Bahrain, but Mott is gone for good."
Mel Odius's brow tightened as he told her more details, and when he mentioned Kia Bekele, Mage let out a bitter hiss. "What's next, my sister?" Hamelin asked after he had finished. "Do you need more weapons?"
"When my power reaches the peak, I will open the gate again on Samhain." confirmed the Black Witch. Opening the Earth Gate requires a lot of mana, so Orcs only use it for short trips. Not to mention the “magic questions” on the other side. "But this time you brought me more than just a gun."
"Your obsession with Earthling technology will destroy you, my daughter." Mag Meier said fearfully. Ever since the Manlin invented firearms, he has never dared to attack Earth again. "Magic will save us, just wait and see."
Mel Odius's eyes turned contemptuous. "Complete your so-called 'masterpiece' first, and then I will believe you."
"Lin gave me the samples I needed," Magmel replied. "Where you fail, my new creation will succeed."
Hamelin would rather sell his pipe than read the thoughts behind his sister's frosty face.
Mag Mel created Mel Aldeus from his own blood, but he fed her dragon's blood when she was young. He even infused her with the "Vai" brought by adventurers
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"bones, hoping to create a powerful warrior for the ancestors.
He made Mel Odius both powerful and cunning. But she was not King Bara-ul.
The Pied Piper may have to blame his choice of agent for this. When Hamelin learns that the knight Baine is back, his anger at being deceived is uncontrollable; even more so when he learns that dragons can be upgraded. At least he finally got around to stealing Vankle's blood, and Cornelia's death was a sweet reward.
"In the meantime, you will complete the new version of Talos Golem until I agree with your final design."
"My talents were wasted on this meaningless task." A consummate artist, the ex would rather move on to another project after the failure of the first puppet, but his daughter forces him to work on fixing the flaws Create more puppets at the same time.
Mel Odius glanced at her father with cold, dead eyes. "So, is this a provocation, Father?"
An uneasy, threatening silence filled the workshop, and Hamelin noticed that even Mag's slaves froze. The patriarch was silent for a few seconds, and finally replied: "No."
"Then get back to work."
"How is Knight City?" Hamelin asked, and Mag Mel turned to look at his slave. "he knows."
"I will not allow dragons to become gods," said Mel Odius. "Especially the Knight Class. We have to destabilize his 'empire' before it turns into a new garden or gives the dragons ideas. I've sent Lucie to look after them, you assist her."
"If she hadn't lied to old Hamelin, we wouldn't be in this mess," Pied Piper pointed out. His sister's protection was the only reason the treacherous vampire was still "alive."
"As long as she's of use to you, just wait," his sister replied, although Hamelin picked up on the not-so-subtle meaning. If that vampire fails... "Until then, you must follow my strategy."
The flute player was very patient. His time for revenge will eventually come.
Hamelin summoned another elven ring, this time to the Night Blade's stronghold in Noble, and glanced at his father, annoyed at his mission.
Mag Meir was afraid of the Earthlings and their weapons, but his daughter loved them even more than Hamelin. He thinks his sister has the right idea, combining their magic with Earth's technology to gain an advantage.
Once they retake Overmond, they will clear out this deadly lair. Cut off their supply of heroes at the source.
There is no more savior from another world.
"Lin," Merle Odius interrupted before her brother could walk through the portal.
"Yeah?"
"You said Bassino wanted to study the bottle so he could trap us?"
"I see no other reason," he replied, "why?"
"I have an idea," replied the fairy ominously, with a heartless, cruel smile on her face.
Even for a seasoned killer, the scene was chilling for Hamelin.
