The fairy's nest stank for miles!
He hid in the clouds and stood facing the wind. The longer he watched, the angrier Winkel became. This insult to the dragon way of life would not continue today.
It took him several hours to find it, as the area was obscured by powerful illusions. Illusions that are easily dispelled by his [Hunter's Resolve] skill and magic items. When they finally found the farm in the forest, Winkle had to fight not to attack it.
Because the fairies mocked him by imitating his dodo pattern!
Instead of raising birds for their own protection, the fairies kept a large group of malnourished humans, beasts, kobolds, and other intelligent species in large cages, with 20 birds per 6 square meters of space. The prison is lined up in a row, guarded by a blackwood fortress and a pack of elven hounds.
In short, it was a breeding ground for slaves.
Fankle might be appalled at the principled treatment of the fairies to their own servants, but something else irritated him. The stench of dragon's blood permeates the indignity of dungeon breeding.
"Golinich didn't like this place," the policeman said, with the rider Kia riding on his back. "Can Gorinich go back and be the master?"
"Not yet," Kia said, glaring at the pen. "not yet."
"I want this place to be razed," Winkle said. "This insult to the dragon way of life cannot be tolerated"
"Your Majesty, if we attack head-on, we may win, but we also risk harming the prisoners." "There may be more of them in the fort. We need a plan. I suggest you distract them while I free the prisoners." ."
As she spoke, three figures emerged from the wooden castle and walked toward the fence. The dragon and his lieutenants watched them more closely.
Winkle recognized one of them as Piper Merlin, a wimpy descendant of Mag Mel who helped out nuisances like the adventurer and Battle Ravel. This time, however, he abandoned his humanoid disguise and revealed his true form, a thin, ghostly figure with bark skin. He was followed by an armored orc, taller than average, with the symbol of Sabra painted on his chest, and beside him was a humanoid black tiger.
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"Frank of K," Knight Kia recognized the orc. "A follower of Sabra who Julie and I 'had a falling out with.' The other must be a Rakshasa. They use fantasy—"
"Quiet," Winkle replied, as serious as ever. "I'm trying to listen."
Monster Maggot focuses on his keen hearing and is able to distinguish between M and M, and he tries to hear their conversation even though they are far apart.
Skill check successful.
"..."Interesting," said the tiger. "What about the elf?"
Orc replied: "Elves, as a rare species, will drop better items after being killed by players." "Target level does affect quality, but species is more important. The more powerful and rare the base creature is, the better it is to kill The greater the reward it is.”
"Of course, humans are the least productive and dragons are the most productive," Mel Lin said, tellingly. "That(c
est)? "Are there any new discoveries in this area?"
"Adult dragons almost always drop one, like K
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Someone like this probably deserves a (Hero Badge). "
"I mean, creatures other than dragons." Mel Lin replied coldly, looking at the kobold in the cage.
Tiger shook his head. "No matter how hard we try, we haven't found a way to make lower-level races drop badges on death."
The orc made a strange gesture to Rakshasa and raised a third finger. Maybe their exchange of gestures was part of a code word? "The system encourages the weak against the strong, so we 'minorities' can reach greater heights. You need heroic deeds to prove yourself worthy of the Crown. Try to be like a cultivated fruit There's no point in 'training' them all the same."
"And I think that if Lord McGonagall can create a replica of the Black Crown, then within a few generations we can breed Manlin that can drop the Black Crown."
"They will have no offspring," Mel Lin replied. "My sister hopes to wipe them all out within two years, if blasting them back to the Stone Age doesn't accomplish the task. We need more [Badges] now, even more [Hero Badges]. My sister will stay until level 60 The longer it goes on, the more impatient she becomes.”
The orcs and Rakshasa exchanged worried glances. "Maybe other planes?" the former suggested. "The enemies there are generally stronger than those in Ortmund. You can start with the Angels."
"Will they bring more experience?" Tiger asked.
"No, but no one will miss them. Destroying the world is one thing, but an afterlife insurance scam? That's too low."
Mel Lin shrugged. "Anyway, be ready to pack your things when my sister comes back from the harvest." Our dear father can't eat too much. Although she can't do divination at Knight Bain due to his special treatment, my sister believes that he is very good. Will be here soon. "
"Then what shall we do with the prisoners?" Tiger asked.
"Use [Black Crown] on the strongest among them, and use more elven beasts to strengthen our team. The rest, gather together to practice target shooting." Mel Lin laughed secretly. "Hey Orcs, as my course planner, should I kill them with spells or music?"
"You'll get more (bard) levels to expand the range of your melodies."
"music."
The group came to a suspiciously empty cage, the soil of which was stained red with blood. Winkle suddenly realized that this place, in particular, smelled like fresh dragon's blood.
"Where is my pet maggot?" Merlin asked the tiger, asking the emperor above to prepare his claws.
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d Rava
a accidentally got carried away while practicing his (Rune Knight) profession and killed him with a spell-enhanced blow. Fankel's face turned red with anger and his whole body was shaking. "But we collected blood and bones for your sister." "
"He and I are growing fond of him." The piper shook his head, then scolded his squire. "You should have been more careful." Although defeating a dragon while near death yields less experience than killing it, this mistake deprived us of a renewable, simple level resource. Adult insects are difficult to capture alive. "
"Well, the good news is, he got a Dragon Slayer level out of it," Frank the Orc said, and the fairy giggled in response.
Intelligence check successful! [Rage] Negative!
Fankel had heard enough.
"Are we going to attack?" Knight Kia asked. He heard nothing but saw Vacker's angry expression.
"Yes! The dragon roared, holding its breath and preparing to attack. "Don't let the fairy escape!"
"Golinich, listen to my signal, you dive down, and I create a barrier between these monsters and the prisoner's pen," said the knight Kia, raising his sword. "Our first priority is to protect the slaves. Your Majesty, may I leave this question to you?"
really. It's time to free these minions.
"Accused of assault..." Fankle prepared to blow the damn piper all the way to the moon planet, though he was very careful to aim his attack so that there would be no casualties among the followers.
Since the dragon has the benefit of surprise, the piper can never escape.
"ICEFANG forever!"
Icefang screamed his name as he swooped down from the clouds, trying to steal his prey right before Fankle's nose.
The sudden noise caused Mel Lin to look up and notice the dragon above him. Realizing that the surprise was lost, Fankle hastily fired a beam of light at the piper, although he was careful not to let it hit the caged follower.
The Orc reacted much faster and opened a fairy ring and jumped into it, followed by the Orc. Rakshasa was not so lucky. The nuclear light focused by Wacker evaporated instantly, and the soil turned into molten glass.
Meanwhile, Bingfang stomps on a fairy beast as he lands, roars to announce his presence, and then releases his breath. An icy blizzard erupted from his mouth, freezing the elven hounds who dared challenge him and the slaves unfortunate enough to be stranded on the road. Dozens of Manling were turned into ice sculptures, and Manlingkia screamed for the dragon to stop.
Knight Kia and Go
y
Ych rushed to save the captured followers and erected a wall of flames between Bingya and the fence to block their breathing. There was chaos in the manor, and Fankel didn't know where to start. When the elven hounds nearly stepped on the fence while escaping Icefang's rampage, the Emperor moved to protect the slaves, punching a hole in one monster's chest and sending the second flying into the forest.
"Ah!" Bingya mocked his opponent, who only killed a few fairy slaves. Mag, a compatriot from Bing Fang
ifiqueandsuffisa
te came down from the clouds to count the dead. "You've given up?"
"You silver-loving idiot!" Winkle hissed as the last of the elven servants fled into the forest. The Emperor took his time and fired a fireball in their direction, blowing the trees to pieces, before focusing back on his "opponent." "You let the piper get away!"
"As if I'd let you lead the way!"
"Well, at this rate, we can already declare Icefang the winner," said Manifik, who landed with his colleagues in the crater left by the Wankel explosion. His eyes fell on Manlin in the cage. "Free slave!"
"I want the elves," Safincent insisted, noting that among the captives was a small child with leaf ears. "Look at this! She's so cute!"
"What are you thinking?!" Knight Kia roared at the three of them. She cast a healing spell on the slaves, and the ice teeth turned into ice. "You hurt them!"
"Vai
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, your servant is talking back. "Bing Ya complained. "Teach her the food chain, otherwise I will do it myself. "
"Is that Zmey?" Glenic lowered his head and tail respectfully, and Sufensant was startled when he saw him. "Fankel, are you traveling with zmey?"
"Is that your long-lost cousin?" Bingya laughed at him. "That explains a lot! His eyes are like yours!"
"He is my slave's slave!" Winkel defended himself.
"You think this is a game?" Knight Kia ignored the way the servant spoke, but since she did this to Bing Feng this time, Vai
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Just let nature take its course. "These prisoners were almost dying and your stupid stunt almost killed them!"
Suffisa
te smiled. "Manling, they are not people. They are minions!"
"Yeah, they're like goblins," Magnifick added. "You leave a cave empty for a month and before you know it, a new population has repopulated..."
"Reborn." "Regenerated into appropriate, system-approved terminology."
"Reborn, yes. Minions are regenerable, and the universe created by dragons provides them at our command. There are gains and losses."
Knight Kia was speechless for a moment. "This is not sarcasm," she said. "You really believe everything you say."
"What is sarcasm, some kind of food?" Mag
ifique asked.
"Minions can't be regenerated!" Winkle punched the ground, making the other dragons tremble in fright. “They are expensive to raise and may be endangered! And these creatures are slaves, a fairy-like mockery of proud slavery!”
"They're minions," Bingya replied, too slow to understand the profound nuances of the dragon's way of life. "Their food. That's why they're minions."
"They're emergency food," Wankel reminded him. "They have feelings, and their loyalty must be earned. A true dragon won't get rid of them without reason!"
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, you have been talking to your breakfast for too long. "Bingya said in disgust. "You sound like your niece!"
"I turned a city into a buffet!" Winkel defended his regime.
"I can prove it," K
ight Kia said loudly.
"Guys, don't worry about what to do with the minions." Suffisa
te rolled his eyes and ignored the paladin. "Can we agree that dealing with individual minions should be at the discretion of their dragon master?"
"Yes, we came here to see who of you can kill the most fairies, and the only fairy in front of us ran away." "He can't go far."
"There is something more important here!" Fankel pointed at the empty cage with one claw and yelled: "A dragon died here!"
"Oh, that smell?" Safsant hummed in the wind. "Indeed, it is concerning."
"Bah, who would mourn a crippled dragon?" Icefa
g shrugged. "While this insult to dragonkind cannot be tolerated, I agree with you. The fairies' days are numbered."
"Death..." Winkle restrained himself, but realized he could no longer keep the secret. "Death is not a birth defect. Every dragon dies."
For a moment, the three dragons said nothing, just exchanged glances.
Then they burst out laughing.
"It's the truth," insists Winkle, who remains a dignified visionary even in the face of ridicule. "Every dragon dies, and if you keep laughing you'll find out for yourself. I'll die too."
The three immediately stopped laughing, although they were completely unaware of their ignorance. "Fankel, I was once proud to be your opponent, but obviously you have become weak and crazy." Bingfeng said after calming down. "Real dragons are immortal!"
"Real dragons do not believe themselves to be immortal," Fankel remained adamant. "To be a dragon is to face death and burn its pitiful face!"
"Whatever you say, I have a fairy head trophy key." The frost dragon spread its wings and went to chase Merlin. "I will leave you things and food that you like, not your kind."
"At least they have more to talk about than you!" Winkle roared, and the frost dragon flew away.
"Vai
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, you really need to organize a dragon expedition," Mag
ifique said that he and Suffisa
te follows Icefa
g behind. "Don't get lost!"
The great catastrophe of this age laughs at these children, noticing only the knights Kia and Go
y
Ych looked at him with strange eyes. "What?"
"You and Victor are definitely not heroes, but..." Kia scratched the back of her head, "It's not like you don't have a good side."
"Big V defended Greenidge!" the kitten wagged its tail happily.
Fankle ignored him, focusing on the disgusting smell that permeated the place. The dragon followed it towards the wooden fortress and punched through the wall. He froze at the sight that welcomed him.
bone.
Hanging from the ceiling were the bones of a dragon, covered in its distilled blood. Some strange machine pumped the golden, tarnished liquid into a half-formed, pitch-black apex.
Winkle thinks of the dragon he and Manlin Victor saved in the Winter Kingdom. Said how pleased the Emperor was, how troubled he was at Freeburn's escape, how he had thought the matter had been settled. It never occurred to him that fairies would hunt his kind elsewhere.
He was wrong.
They didn't save everyone.
Finally, Vai
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Use his [Golden Path] to evacuate his new followers to Mu
mu
i
. Since they were kidnapped by fairies, most of them choose to live under the iron fist of the Fair rather than risk being captured again. They brought the bones of his relatives there so that he could be buried in the dragon's empire instead of in the land tainted by fairies.
Finally, he burned Fairy Manor to ashes, starting with the wooden fortress. There he watched the fire for a full hour, with Golenich resting beside it.
"Anyway, I think you're right," Kia Manling said, trying to comfort him, like a true minion should.
"Of course I'm right. But that's the burden of a dreamer, swimming against the current." Before discovering the truth, he also thought he was invincible!
K
"Yes... doing well sometimes means not being recognized, or not being rewarded at all," ight Kia said. "But someone has to do it."
"Didn't get rewarded?" Vai
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asked. "I was certainly rewarded. I gained hundreds of new followers for my devotion to the dragon way of life."
"Yeah, but... you know what, forget what I said. You still did a great job. I just wish we could free slaves more and less conquer countries."
To be honest, Winkle was tired of both. "It's time to go home," Long decided. "The trip was fun, but I missed the warmth of my treasure. We moved out west, did a few more missions to fill my wallet, and then we put this thing behind us."
"Your Majesty, don't you want to attack the local bandits?" K
ight Kia suggested. "They must be hiding somewhere."
Fankel froze because something suddenly occurred to him.
"Merlin said that his sister is coming back from the harvest." Long said loudly, looking at the direction Bingya and his team were flying towards.
Well, should he bother? If Bingfang and his team win, he'll have one less problem to deal with; if they die, well, they laughed at him, and that's not his problem.
…
No.
species.
"Minion, take up arms."
Knight Kia smiled and immediately jumped to Go
y
ych's back.
Fankle spread his wings and chased after his foolish opponent.
Winkel has relented.
Even though he detests this arrogant, self-proclaimed "catastrophe of this era", Bingya does not believe that any dragon worth his salt would behave the way he did. Protecting the lives of the minions? Dragons aren't immortal? What's next, are the mumunes made of lead? When Winkle sacrifices his treasure to revive his chief of staff, he already has doubts about his sanity Sober, but his mental state has clearly deteriorated since then.
The title of world's largest dragon needs a new holder, and fast. A man who deserves it. All his people will see it at Samhain.
Skill check successful!
Anyway, it didn't take Hyou long to find the monster; he was able to track his scent halfway around the world using his awesome [ninja] skills. The Piper and his orc minions retreat to a naga village and encounter a nymph witch with crimson eyes. She listened with an indifferent expression to the hurried words of her fairy companions, surrounded by corpses.
The local Nagas died. There were no signs of war, no scorch marks, no destroyed houses. They must have been killed instantly by the fairy's magic.
Bingya doesn't care. More fairies means more glory and rewards. The dragon roared to announce its arrival, circling the village before landing dramatically in front of them. His massive body blew dust in all directions, knocking down the nearest house.
The third member of the trio didn't even flinch as the piper and the orc shielded themselves from the dust with their arms. The female fairy just looked at Bingya with crimson eyes, her purple hair hanging on her shoulders. "A new volunteer."
Bingya's answer was to blow out an icy breath towards the entrance of the cave. The female fairy randomly conjures a purple spherical barrier around her team, protecting them from attacks. "Lin, go back to Prydan," she ordered the piper, her protection gone. "give it to me."
"Do you need puppet reinforcements?"
"No."
Little Fomo didn't even question the order, he opened an elven door and disappeared with the orcs.
"Leave it to me, she said." Magnifique smiled as he and Sushant fell just behind Bingfang. "Since she asked so nicely, maybe we could eat together?"
"If you dare to steal my loot, I will give you your share of the next mission." Bingya told the others. The fairy is clearly stronger than the piper and therefore more valuable. Maybe she'll drop a [Hero Badge]?
"Ah, but we only get the level with intervention!" Suffisa
te protested. "You almost won the match against Wacker! You could at least share that!"
"The knight class is nearby?" The fairy raised her head, with a look of satisfaction in her eyes. "good".
She cared more about the poor red dragon's excuses than him, which angered Bingya. "You should fear me, not Knight Baine!" You are facing the leader of the Silver Dragon Adventure Company, the Great Ice-"
"I don't care what your name is," interrupted the fairy shamelessly. "I won't remember it."
"Those are bold words for a nameless fairy," the frost dragon hissed back.
"You three are dead. Tell me K
ightsba
Where is e, I won't make you suffer. "
"You are facing the most powerful dragon party in the world." "A [Paladin] [Priest], a [Vestal] [Druid], and...a [Ninja] [Pyromancer] ."
"It's a combination that totally works!" Icefa
g growled.
"I am faced with only three walking corpses," the fairy said, a purple halo glowing around her. "Dragon blood is the source of power, but the blood flowing in my veins only enhances my divine nature."
If the air hadn't suddenly become heavier, Bingfeng would have taunted her.
An invisible, overwhelming pressure overwhelmed the atmosphere, suffocating him.
“I wouldn’t be able to take this class without it, though.”
The fairy's body exploded into purple darkness, and a huge monster emerged from it; a shape so familiar that the three dragons took a step back in fright.
Bingya didn't know what he was feeling at the moment, but it was itchy.
[The dragon's arrogance was conquered by terror...].
Bingfeng and his companions prepared to fight for their lives as the abomination before them let out a heart-rending wail.
