Wink had to give it to Grunk. No one is going to steal the treasure hidden there.
A massive tornado bursts from the water and air, creating an impenetrable barrier of swirling winds in the middle of the ocean. Unlike other similar phenomena, this particular tornado did not move away from its specific location, which was far south of Winklehaven.
"This island is in the center of the tornado," said Jajambe, swimming in the water as Winkel and his chief of staff flew over his head. "The only way in is to fly through it. At least, my shark said, that's why G
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After leaving his new loot to his minions, the dragon decided to claim the treasure while he still could. According to his most cherished servants, in one day they can reach the southern continent of the New World, where new servants, gold, and riches await them.
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"I will brave the storm and call you on the other side, minion," Winkle declared. "You lack the strength and energy not to sink."
"Actually, if Your Majesty gives me a little time, I might be able to end this storm myself." The servant raised his scythe and waved it like a wizard's scepter. "[Weather Control: Clear Skies]!"
Merlin Victor's scythe is imbued with dark energy, unleashing a wave of magic across the sea. The tornado collapsed on itself, unnatural winds spreading across the horizon to reveal a tropical island smaller than the city of Moulin. A dense forest of palm trees covers most of its surface, and a small, pointed mountain stands proudly in its center.
"Minion, with your control of the weather, and my ability to bend the universe to my Feng Shui will, we can redraw the map to my will!" Winkle boasted for both of them.
Jajambe whistled. "Listen, if you need my help sinking an island, just call me. I'm sure Lord Dagon will be happy to kill everyone on land when I wake him up."
"Because you helped the Empire, I will spare you." Winkle agreed. "Anyone who wishes to raze Predain to the ground is welcome to join my army."
"I'm sure my boss will spoil us after his long nap," replied Shark Man. "Anyway, a fish has to do its job; keep going south and you'll soon reach Thailand." Capital Kukulkan. Nice to see you again, Vic.”
"Before you go," said the minister. "Why didn't you tell me you were a (fisherman)?"
"I thought you'd look down on me," the shark-man replied. "I mean, we have a bad reputation. Most people think we have to eat human babies to get such powerful lessons."
"When you reach level 20—"
"Yes, we can do it with fish. Even all (aquatic) life."
Manling Victor trembled. "Man, this is evil."
"Guess how I was invited to participate in the scholarship?" After saying these words, the shark man swam away with his entourage.
Fankle flew to the island, eager for gold. He could only imagine how much wealth the kind grandpa had amassed before suffering the unfortunate curse. The old demon says he has amassed an impressive treasure that he will brag about for centuries
Beep!
His [Virgin Princess Radar] is in overdrive.
"Princess!" Winkle's head twisted, controlled by his dragon instinct. "Many princesses!"
More than he could ever feel in one place!
"His Majesty,"
"Later!" Fankel rushed towards the island, ignoring his servants, his powerful wings blowing against the tropical trees. "Princess!"
Hunting season has begun!
Victor sighed and watched as Winkle crashed onto an island in the forest, birds and other animals fleeing the forest as the dragon rampaged. Thanks to [Monster Knight], he didn't develop the dragon's special weakness.
"One more time," he mused, flying over the island's sandy beaches in search of a cave, G
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ake can hide his treasure. "Beautiful women are my nemesis in general."
The minister did not search long before he discovered one of the strangest sights on the beach.
A garden filled with giant crimson mushrooms turned into makeshift homes. He could see large numbers of complete colonies of fungi, enough to sustain a small settlement. A woman takes care of them near the edge of the forest.
The creature looks like a mushroom version of Allison, a dryad with mushrooms growing out of her body instead of flowers, and purple skin instead of olive. She noticed his approach and looked up, only to see Victor landing right in front of her.
"A man?" asked the fairy, looking at him with curious eyes. "Are you a devil? Did you end the storm?"
"Yes, Tempest is not technically a demon. My name is Victor, and my boss and I are looking for-"
"You're a boy, you have to run." Ms. Mushroom interrupted, something didn't sound right. "Quick, before they notice you."
"Who will notice me?" Victor asked, but heard voices coming from the forest and the village. He immediately casts the buff on himself, even though the [Weather Control] spell consumes a chunk of his SP.
In less than a minute, a dozen women of different species emerged from the village or forest and gathered around him. While they're all humanoid, they range from pink catkins to centaurs with the rarest pink fur Victor has ever seen. Except catkins, they are all long-lived species.
But unlike dryads, they don't look healthy at all. While they may have once been very beautiful maidens, they look unkempt, sick, dirty, and malnourished; their nails have grown into claws and their teeth have turned yellow. They stared at him as if he were some kind of alien traveler, and worryingly, there was some kind of crazy glint around the edges of their eyes.
And not the lovely chocolate flavor.
"Hello, traveler!" The leader was an elf dressed as an Amazon female warrior. He grinned at him, which should have been reassuring, but it was not at all. Judging by her fur clothing, she must have been forced to survive on the island for a long time. "I am the Elf Princess, from the Sabraris Empire."
"Victor, Victor Dalton." The minister frowned and replied. It sounds like she thinks the Elven Empire still exists. "Don't you have a name?"
"We forgot," the centaur admitted. "The dragon called us by our species and it just stuck. I'm a centaur princess."
"You are also looking for treasure, aren't you?" Liuxu asked, and the Prime Minister nodded reluctantly. He had a very bad feeling about this meeting.
"We are the treasure, the most 'bragging' treasure a dragon can muster," said the Elf Princess; all the while, the Mushroom Lady kept making discreet gestures to Victor in the background. "A bunch of forty princesses, each from a different species."
"I counted, there are only a dozen of you... The Prime Minister did not finish his words, he tried to understand the instructions of the mushroom tree spirit.
get……
Incorrect...in the head?
"Most of them die of old age or hunger," Princess Cat said. "The dragon has kept us here for decades! I lost two of my nine lives on this backwater island!"
"Without the mushrooms we would have starved to death," the elf princess agreed, and the dryad stopped gesticulating as her companion turned to her. "She was very kind."
"A few people have not returned from other parts of the island," said the Centaur Princess. "We are so hungry... mushrooms alone are not enough!"
Poor girls, no wonder they look half-crazy, isolated and malnourished for so long.
"We can save you," Victor promised. "We can help you out."
"You will definitely do it." The elf princess licked her lips. "We don't have enough meat. But you... you'll do it."
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And beep, cannibals!
"How dare you eat me!" Victor took a step toward the forest, only to find that his back was against a mud wall.
"Oh, no." The elf princess's fingers shone with magic and forced him into a corner. "We are cannibals. We cannot eat half-man, half-animal."
"We can only taste the flesh of other princesses now," the cat princess added.
"We tried to eat the unfortunate adventurers who braved the storm, but they tasted terrible," said the Centaur Princess. "We ate the corpses of the princess's short-lived friends."
"But we have nothing to feed ourselves." The elf princess finished. "We need to create more princesses. That's where you come in."
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This is hell.
This is his hell!
"Back off, ladies!" Victor raised his weapon to protect his manhood. "I have a scythe and I'm not afraid to use it!"
The Cat Princess said: "If you don't resist, it will be much easier for all of us." Except for the frightened Mushroom Princess, everyone else surrounded the Prime Minister threateningly from all sides. "We just need a piece of you."
"Look, I really don't want to hurt you, but if you take another step forward—"
The rumble shook the ground and trees fell down on the beach. The ladies turned to the source of the commotion, a crimson dragon wearing a pirate hat and a writhing treasure bag.
"Found you!" Fankel's voice echoed throughout the island, and he held up a bag in one hand; he must have summoned it with his [Golden Path] privilege. "Get in the princess bag!"
The woman looked at the creature in shock. "dragon?"
"I said, get in the princess bag!" Fankel took advantage of the elf princess to scream, grabbed her with his free hand, and put her into the bag like groceries. Realizing what was coming next, the other princesses immediately tried to run back to the village. "You can't escape my treasure!"
Victor breathed a sigh of relief and watched as the dragon quickly gave chase and captured all the cannibals in his pack except the Mushroom Princess who escaped by burrowing underground. In order to prove that he is the best princess hunter of his generation, Winkle captures all the princesses effortlessly.
"Your Majesty, I..." Victor prostrated himself before his protector. "I love you so much."
"Minion, we have already talked. I also value you, but only as a friend and slave." Long shook his head in disappointment. "See? This is why we dragons shouldn't keep princesses in captivity. If they are left in their natural environment for too long, they will become ferocious and violent. I have to have a veterinarian take care of them before I release them back into the wild."
"Has this happened before?"
"Not often..." Winkel cleared his throat, brushing the unfortunate topic away. "We didn't discover princess hunting until a century later."
Victor just tightened his pants to reassure himself.
"Now, where is the last one?" Fankle walked towards the woods, trying to find the Mushroom Princess. "Kitten, kitten, kitten..."
The minister watched the dragon leave and collapsed on the beach with relief.
He needed a comforting shoulder, a familiar sight to wash this ominous encounter from his mind.
"[Black Knight: Gevaudan Chocolate]"
His special friend appeared before him with a cheerful expression and boots soaked in red liquid.
"Vic, I thought you would never call!" The werewolf smiled at him, with a bright red spot on his cheek, holding a bloody knife in one hand and a huge... Insect head. "Sorry, I'm not well dressed. You asked me to come during dinner."
The minister glanced at the head, and upon closer inspection, he saw that it belonged to an insect demon.
moth.
"That's..." Victor recognized the creature. "One of Isabel's guards..."
"Oh, yes, I know we agreed to an open relationship, but I was still a little jealous...and we had a friendly chat." Chocolate chirped, playing with her knife; Victor suddenly wondered what was on it Whose blood is it. "I had to make sure she was right for the job."
These words gave the Prime Minister a shiver.
"Anyway, Vic...what did you call me about? Maybe...?"
"You're a good girl," Victor lied to protect himself. "I just wanted to tell you."
"Of course I'm stupid!" What's wrong with that?"
finally!
It took him a full hour to finally capture the last virgin! His bag was full of their princesses and was heavy; with so many of them, he would have no problem defeating Bingya.
Unfortunately, he hasn't found any piles of gold on the island yet. Grandpa must have hidden it well.
Fankel would have liked to stay here for a few more hours until he found it, but every minute wasted here gave the evil Furiben more time to find El Dorado. The dragon decided to throw the princess's bag to his treasure, pass his golden path, let the followers scout the island for him, and then walked south with his friends.
It started to rain lightly in the sky. Winkle wondered if his minister had changed the weather again, but a glance at the horizon told him otherwise.
A ball of lightning is approaching the island at full speed; a fairy lord rides at its helm.
Revenge is at hand!
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