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The August Emperor of the Mountains, bravely fights the invaders with claws and fire.
The huge red dragon, his majestic royal cloak swirling with the melody of the wind, protecting the pen with his body, his crown shining in the bright sunshine. The broken bodies of his attackers lay at his feet, but many more, driven by greed, refused to surrender.
His enemies stared at him with huge black eyes, black as night; these puppets, with emaciated limbs and hairless gray skin, trooped through the gate to attack his enclosure. Even looking at the flesh on their bulbous, oversized heads, Winkle couldn't bring herself to eat them. These monsters are evil incarnate, worse than any fairy!
No matter how many people he kills, more will come!
"[Psyshock]!" yelled a Gray as he and a dozen of his kin banded together and unleashed a barrage of psychic energy on Winkle. The dragon shrugged, but some of the animals tried to take advantage of his distraction and rush toward the fence. Go. Winkle let out a terrible roar, opened his mouth, and blasted them away before they could get close.
Heavy blow! You caused super damage to [Gray Man].
As he kept breathing fireballs, Winkle realized he should know. He should have known things would come to this.
Long, long ago, the Moon People descended from the Moon Planet, followed by its elf children. The evil vermin try to take away the dragon's second most valuable possession, reminding Winkle's kind of the food chain.
He should have known that as the portal to the moon opened, the vengeful descendants of those pushed back into space by the dragons would try to reignite hostilities. Winkle decided to take matters into his own hands.
He must protect them.
"Fight for the CLF!" the leader of the Grays said, continuing the attack. “Fight for the Cattle Liberation Front! We will save the mother cows from the depredations of the dragons!”
"You can't steal the cow!" Vai
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roar. "They want to be eaten by me!"
The cows were kept in pens, and they made sounds in response, defending the right given to them by the dragon to feed the emperor.
When the Grays threaten to overwhelm him, Winkle decides to unleash his ace in the hole: the Forbidden Curse, which guarantees his victory! "(Feng Shui)!"
Feng Shui activated! Field type: desert steppe.
Effect: [Wind Blow]!
The wind complied with the emperor's wishes and became sharp, spinning blades. They were as fast as their sound, leaving scars on the ground and tearing the Grays to pieces, down to the last one.
Fankel looked at the bloody battlefield and breathed a sigh of relief. Food is safe…
But how long can it last?
Winkle allowed herself a moment's rest, just to wait for more bad news from the new arrivals.
"Your Majesty, we need your guidance." The necromancer Jules walked up to him; since the minions leader Manlin Victor made a diplomatic visit with the vampire Charlene, the zombie wearing a crimson cloak had assisted Winkle kept the peace in the empire. "The troublemakers are disturbing the peace again."
"Who?" Vai
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asked. Ever since the gates opened and he declared war on the orcs, new minions had been pouring in and he could no longer keep up.
"Orcs".
The dragon snorted in frustration. "What did they do this time?"
"They caused an accident at the fairgrounds, throwing themselves in front of an automated cart made by dwarves," Co
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g Jules explained. "This scene has thrown traders into confusion."
Disrupted merchants meant Vankel's gold reserves would dwindle, and the orc tribe had caused no less than twenty accidents since they settled on his land. "That's enough, that's enough."
"Shall we chocolate them?" Julius suggested.
"No," Wankel decided. "I need more living minions to build my arena, although I like Sweet Chocolati
e's cake, but orcs weren't the right ingredient. They smell like flies and feces. "
No, he would take care of it himself. Winkle has tamed worse minions.
"Clean this place up." The dragon ordered Joris, then spread its wings and flew away. The Necromancer immediately turned the remaining Grays into flesh golems.
As he flew toward the market, Winkle monitored his territory with a keen eye. The portal to the moon planet was made wider to allow more madmen to come to this... this dragon hell; and to help others out. The dragons welcome all refugees from the horrific, lead-cursed place out of sheer sympathy for the poor creatures trapped there.
Most of them, although they are fast, have tentacles, or have lots of legs, have proven themselves to be excellent minions, building nests in previously uninhabitable desert areas, seeding them with new plants, and turning the desert into Purple even built a weird corner area called Little Leye.
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With his own [Feng Shui Master] abilities and these newcomers, the desert is being pushed further and further every day. New mines were opened every day, bringing silver and gems to his reserves to replenish his gold. By his orders, his minions are building a huge arena for the summer solstice, where people will shower the dragon with gold.
Life is good even without tasks.
Winkle's heart, however, longed for more action. With four months to go until Halloween, Long needs to accumulate enough gold coins to win a bet with his rival Bingya and let him know his location; while his minions are constantly trained to fight against the emperor who has harassed him since his awakening of the cursed fairy. The longer time passed, the more impatient he became.
Fankel rushed to the market and quickly found the location of the accident.
The iron carriage powered by powerstones stood in the middle of the alley, and the Agartha dwarves were trying to repair it. A group of orcs surrounded it impatiently, seemingly eager to pounce on it again; the males at least did so, while the females scolded them. Merchants and customers stared at them in annoyance and relaxed at the sight of Wacker's shadow.
Orcs have green skin like vegetables, are the worst food, and look a lot like manlings; except they are larger, hairier, more vicious, and have fangs. Unlike the orcs, they wear strange clothes, these "shirts", "sweaters" and "pants", most of which are old and dirty and can be smelled a mile away. Women, who are more tribal, like to wear less and have more tattoos.
Ever since they arrived by ship from the Western Continent, they have only caused trouble. Unlike the dutiful kobolds, they don't work and spend all their time drinking or playing in the casino of delicious malts.
It's time to teach them the virtue of hard work, Fankel thought as he landed in front of the crowd and intimidated them.
"Your majesty!" said one of the orcs with a wounded knee. The dragon guessed that this was the culprit of this incident.
"Why?" Fankel demanded an answer. "Why did you throw yourself at your companion's carriage?"
"In order to complete the stone wall reincarnation ceremony!" the orc replied. "If the dwarf hadn't swerved at the last second, I would have escaped death!"
"Ise... Kai?" Winkle asked, the word sounded familiar.
"We believe in one true religion: the mysterious order of the New World," the orc explained. "Founded by our so-called prophet Onubu, who discovered the path to the mythical world of Earth. A world where all food is fast food and all schoolgirls are schoolgirls."
Winkle remembered where he had heard of this strange ritual. Back to the small village called Haudemer. One of the believers, Manlin Victor, who had harassed him, called the faith a hoax. "Isn't this a false religion?" the dragon mused.
"Of course not!" replied the orc with an injured knee.
"We have found the standard for reincarnation into another world," said another. "First, be a student!"
One of their relatives immediately began to complete their demonstration, having already memorized the knowledge. "Second, unemployment!"
“Third, be good at games!”
"Fourth, either be a virgin or build a harem! There is no middle ground!"
"In the end, he was hit by a car and died!"
"This is not faith," said the first orc. "This is science. However, we are still not sure whether both boys and girls can be reincarnated on the mythical Japanese island. There is not enough research and the prophet's scriptures are not clear."
"Japan? A nearby Dougal merchant asked his customer about an alien being from the moon.
"I've heard that the local Manlin do some offensive things to the squid they catch as part of their education," Moon Beast shuddered. "Never send your squid there, carbon creature."
Winkle listened patiently, squinting at the animals. "How has your species avoided extinction so far?"
"We orcs are born winners, healthy and full of energy!" the injured half-orc replied proudly.
"We will reach the world of Earth!" the orcs boasted in unison. This? This is why other dragons cannot learn the shameful secret of death. Fankel shuddered at the thought of weak-willed relatives listening to such idiots.
"Of course not! A busty orc housekeeper scolds her compatriots. "Get a job and support your family!"
"See?" the defendant replied. "That's why women don't go to Japan! You don't believe in true religion!"
"I know I should have found a strong partner instead of following a deceived fool!" complained the head nurse.
Fankle strongly considered sending these idiots to a "sweet chocolate" shop, bitter or not, before he had the patience to teach these guys the proper way.
"Orcs, you are my servants now." The dragon reminded them. "Your people will no longer court my servants' carriages. They will build me arenas in return for keeping you alive. You will give birth to smarter minions, like Manlin Victor, that way My new generation of slaves will not inherit your stupidity. Otherwise you will be food."
"Well..." The half-orc with an injured knee looked up at Winkle, suddenly realizing how small he was compared to his emperor. "It's a very authoritative statement."
"But a true half-orc only accepts one kind of authority." A male half-orc answered, pulling a deck of cards from his pocket. "About the duel!"
"Do you want to play card games with me?" Vai
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asked. Although he would never admit it out loud, the idea intrigued him.
"A card game for human children!" corrected the Orc. "If you win, I'll do what you say, but if I win... then you throw the car out yourself!"
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laugh at. "How ridiculous that you believe a dragon can lose!" Well, I'm going to teach you a lesson and destroy you at your own game. "
"Duel!" the male orcs shouted, much to the irritation of the female orcs, and one of them threw a deck of cards at Vacker's feet.
Winkle raised a paw, ready to pull out...
Only he struggled to grip the tiny deck with his large claws.
"Slave!" cried Winkle, remembering that his trusted companion had temporarily left. He turned to the orc matron. "You, you are my official cardholder now! Use your little hands to draw my cards!"
The woman nodded and drew five cards, seemingly eager to help the dragon put this powerful minion in his place.
[King of Games] activated.
"Oresama doesn't take his turn," his orc "opponent" announced as he drew a card from his deck, bringing his total hand to six. "I summon the Beast King——"
"I win!" Fankle cut off his hand as soon as he saw it.
"No!" replied his arrogant enemy. "My perfect strategy has not yet begun!"
"That's what the card says," Winkle pointed out as the housekeeper held out her hand to his enemy. "I win!" All five cards had part of the message printed on them.
The color drained from his enemy's face as he looked at the hand. "Five automatic winning card combinations..."
"The first draw?" One of his relatives froze, and his companions gasped in shock. "The possibility is only one in a million!"
"It's beginner's luck," said the man with the injured knee, taking over for his fallen friend, "Give him another deck of cards! I'll be his next opponent!"
"I win again!" Vaquier boasted, being the tenth orc to rise up to challenge him. "I love this game! I always win!"
At this point, more citizens gathered to watch their emperor destroy his opposition, whistling to encourage their master. The Dragon fills his side of the battlefield with powerful minions, whom he fuses, resurrects, empowers, sacrifices, z-powers, and cross-summons into one mighty army.
So many ways to defeat weaker opponents!
"This is cheating!" one of the orcs accused Vaquier. "You cheated!"
Fankle blushed and struck the ground with his hands, making the house tremble. "How dare you accuse a fair and noble dragon of deceiving you?" the crowd booed the orc in support.
"He's using his privilege, and so are you!" one of the orc women pointed out, enjoying the feeling of being humiliated by their arrogant partner. "Raise your game instead of whining like a leprechaun!"
"If you don't want to lose, you should be born as a dragon!" Winkle scolded these cowards.
"We need to change the rules of the game!" said the eleventh challenger. "I challenge you to blackjack!"
"Come on, Minions!"
"Royal Flush!" Fankel gloated as his assistant pulled out another winning hand. The dragon grabbed the pile of money,
Not only did he show these minions their place, he also won all their money and became even richer!
"He's been playing quick wins." A half-orc gambler's eyes wandered in the distance, and his spirit was crushed by Winkle's invincibility. "How? How did he keep putting the best card first? When he first drew it!"
"That dragon was really subdued!" complained another of his relatives, who had been soundly beaten at blackjack before.
"That's how it should be!" Winkel said the absolute truth. His winning streak gives him even more motivation. "Bring me more money!"
"You have...you have defeated the entire tribe..." said the orc with a wounded knee. "We...we all lost..."
"Is this Victor meaty enough?" asked a half-orc female steward. "Does he have teeth?"
"No, but he has dragon wings, which makes him superior to all non-dragon life forms," Winkle said. "Who else will challenge me? I long to taste victory!"
"You're the best player I've seen since..." the orc gasped, then let out a curse. "Ever since that lich Fu
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Winkle's good mood immediately soured. The Orc flinched as the dragon's burning eyes stared at him. "You mean Freeburn?"
"Your Majesty - does your Majesty know him?"
"Where?!" Winkle roared, and the earth trembled before his fury. "Where is he? What is he planning?"
The orc fell to the ground, scrambling to escape his rightful Emperor, but the vehicle he wanted to die in prevented him from doing so. "Here's to El Dorado!"
"Eldo
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"The Lost City of Gold, outside the Oden Empire!" I heard he was leading an expedition there!"
The image of dragon's paradise appeared in Winkle's mind.
A glorious city, all built of the purest, shining gold. A house brighter than the sun; a river of molten platinum, a garden of gems growing from the earth; a pile of gold coins, waiting for the dragon to claim it.
Then……
All of this turns into lead. A dream turned into a nightmare, and Freebon's laughter echoed in dark triumph.
The fairies will be waiting.
Vankel must save Paradise first
