After many joys and triumphs, Winkle and his minions finally arrived at the "boss's room", where Manlin Victor (Ma
li
g Victo
) is what it is called.
Unable to recover from his crushing defeat in the War of the Horde, the Forsaken rebuilt his old throne room down to the last detail. The dragon recognized the ghostly candelabra, the armored statues on either side, the chains hanging from the ceiling...ah, the nostalgia.
Fu
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The group is seen rushing into his lair and huddled on his throne. A swarm of slimes, mimics, and assorted minions flooded into the room, breaking the silence with a cacophony of noise.
"Children, please be quiet!" Manlin Victor whistled as his newfound minions looked up at him in reverent silence. "We are now in the boss room, where the most powerful monster is waiting to kill adventurers. If you don't obey the rules, Fu
ibo
I'll eat you!"
"I hate this slander against me personally," the Lich rasped, while the oozes hid behind their Prime Protector.
"That's right, just this time, you not only ate the minion, but also the little coin!" Winkle accused him. Because he may be forgotten, he will never be forgiven!
However, Nate Kia could barely contain her excitement. "I'm looking forward to the final battle! Can I solo him? Paladin vs. Lich, it's meant to be!"
"Fu
"i, have you made yourself the final boss?" "The Forsaken" asked.
"Yes, but I don't care anymore," Fuliben replied, sounding utterly defeated from his throne. "You won. You won! Are you happy now?"
"Oh, come on!" Knight Kia complained, eager for a fight. "It's just a short fight! You can't back down now!"
"The boss is always on you," the Lich said, as an excuse for laziness. “You conquer your fear by facing it head on.”
Apparently, Winkle crushed the hopes and dreams of the undead. Although he was shattered, he could no longer disguise lead as gold. This pleased Maggot, but not Chia the Knight, who hissed at the Lich. "retreat!"
"You made a mockery of my dungeon!" Fu
ibo
complained. “All this work designing the most difficult, harrowing experience an adventure team can ever know… was wasted!”
"Fu
i, the era of dungeons challenging humans ended with dragons," Ma
li
g Victo
explain. "That's good. We adventurers don't go to dungeons for torture, no matter what its name means; we crawl for fun, loot, and levels!"
"Anyway, I'm having a great day, so far," Nate Kea added, her eyes looking longingly at the throne. “Nostalgia brings me back to my early days of adventure.”
"Although this dungeon is not up to my standards, it is still passable." Winkle replied contemptuously. “The ducks are a plus.”
Fuliben's ghostly gaze flashed as the dragon belittled his dungeon, but instead of unleashing a deadly spell he simply sighed. "I don't have the energy to be angry anymore."
"Come on, this is just a speech from the boss," Ma
li
g Victo
) pleaded, holding a piece of metallic slime in his hand. "For the kids. For the kids."
Faced with a hundred minions staring at him with cute, cute eyes, Fuliben had no choice but to agree. He muttered under his breath and stood up from his throne, dark magic crackling between his bony fingers.
"You have gone too far, mortals!" Fu
ibo
The sound echoed with the power of the happy world itself, scaring the slime molds. "But you haven't seen Fu yet either
ibo
. Your journey is over, little ones. It’s time to…die!”
The entire tribe of minions erupted in tears and screams.
Fuliben sat back on the throne, happy that he had hurt so many children.
A strange sound echoes through the dungeon, and the flying mirrors that watch the participants throughout the adventure spin around the throne.
"It's time for the final vote." Camilla's voice came through the device.
"I thought this dungeon was going to be a tragedy, but then I realized it was always going to be a comedy," Deathclown added. "better one!"
"Let our participants give their final judgment," Weiland said. "Rate this dungeon from 1 to 10"
"Nine times out of ten!" Victor said happily, stroking a crying imitator. "It's cute, it's family-friendly, and it will scare kids for life. For the sake of kids, we have to teach them how the real world works."
K
ight Kia hesitated but maintained a professional attitude. "Nine times out of ten. It was just the right balance between a relaxing experience and a power trip. The lack of a final boss subverted my expectations, but not in a good way. But I'll still be back."
"Hmm..." Fankel hesitated. For one thing, Freeborn is brutally cruel when it comes to building dungeons, and a dragon would never give 10 cents to a place that requires a fee to enter. Nor can innocent living people be killed with impunity.
However, the dragon walked out of this place with new minions, rich rewards and a full belly. Especially the duck is Fu
ibo
Earned some points.
"Six out of ten," Winkel confirmed his final score. Don't say that the emperor was unkind to his former enemies.
"Six out of ten?" Angry embers are fuming
ibo
The empty eye sockets are ablaze. "Six out of ten, maggot?!"
"It wasn't the worst cave I've ever been in, but it wasn't the best either," Winkel said, defending his foresight.
In his evil, however, Fulibon responds to this wisdom not with humility but with rage. "Change your vote, maggot!" the lich commanded. "My dungeon will never get such a bad review!"
"Nothing can change the dragon's mind, Forsaken!"
"Failure!" Fuliben snapped his fingers, and a table appeared between his throne and the dragon. "You get ten points if you win, and zero points if you lose!"
"Take it!" shouted Fankle. Well prepared, Manlin Victor searched the pockets of his armor and produced his master's deck.
Therefore, Vai
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He fought a boss battle worthy of him.
After a rematch of the Monster Poker of the Century, the group was teleported back to the arena where the Terrifying Three presented the awards. Only Fu
ibo
Survive all the way to the ritual with the support of his adventuring party and dungeon architect.
From Fu
ibo
With the "innocent" smiles on the team members' faces, Victo
Got a good idea of what other players were going through. All is fair in war and on television.
"Congratulations, Fulibon," the Death Jester announced, handing the Lich five golden statues, each representing a Paladin who died in a funny and unexpected way. "You won the 'Deadliest Dungeon Award', 'Best Support Mini-Boss Award', 'Best Dungeon Boss Award', 'Best Dungeon Design Award' and 'Best Dungeon Sound Effect Award'."
"How?" asked the Lich, sounding both surprised and somewhat pleased. "Even if I finally avenge my honor, they have ruined my life's work of divination!"
"I want revenge for the Lich..." Wink said to himself, still angry after losing Monster Poker. The dragons fight ferociously, but not even the Heart of Cards can defeat the angry lich.
What a spectacular duel, Victor thought. He will remember this for the rest of his life.
"All your competitors are either dead or running away," Camila explained. "Since you are the only one brave and strong enough to survive V&V, you win. Your Monster Poker battle is the most watched in the history of the game."
"In the Death Prize, we reward determination." Wayland patted the Lich on the back. "Furiben, this team destroys almost everyone they come across, but what about you?" You survived, only to go against them again and again. "
"I believe you are destined to stay like this forever," Death Jester added cheerfully.
"I should be insulted. I should be. It's an unfair victory." Fuliben later accepted the award. "But you're right. I deserve these awards."
Victor didn't pay much attention to the congratulations and applause that followed. He was busy tending to his hundred adorable new slime molds, busy naming each one of them.
jea
-pie
e boxy; Boxo
a
o;Slimella;Glu
i
e;Jellydea
Sir; Sticker; Emmanuel Money…
Junior and Buzz Jelly will have a lot of fun with these new friends!
"Where is my reward?" asked Fankel, interrupting one of the bird's speeches, "how Fulibon has dashed all his hopes, and he has come to like it." "I'm here for the prize. , but I didn’t see it!”
The terrifying trio exchanged glances and made strange expressions; they seemed afraid of what would happen next. "Give it to us," Kia said, giddy as a child. "You can't stop it."
"A promise is a promise, (Paladin)." Camilla frowned, feeling insulted.
"I don't feel obligated to abide by the agreement, but I have a gut feeling that you're going to mess this up," Deathclown replied, waving dramatically toward an empty space to his right. "This is...[Conspiracy Armor]!"
Instantly the scariest piece of clothing ever appeared.
It could hardly be called armor, and was made of crimson folded paper. This ugly giant origami creation looks like a knight's armor, including helmet, but seems ready to disintegrate at any moment. Every inch of the book was scrawled with words, as if someone had used a junk novel as the main material.
"This thing isn't going to protect anyone," Winkle said, stating the obvious. Besides being made from folded paper, it had holes everywhere that shouldn't be there. "I could burn it with embers!"
Victor didn't quite believe it, so he analyzed it with Treasure Eye just in case.
plot armor
Quality: S+ (main workpiece)
Materials: Bad Fiction and Villain's Tears ink.
Endurance:∞∞
Protection: +1 physical and +1 magic for each friend and true believer.
Weight: Delicious.
Reward: +500 Luck on all checks to avoid death. It should only be worn by people with good karma, otherwise the reward will turn into a punishment (the armor will detect karma fraud).
An ancient suit of armor worn by love-struck bards, brave farm boys, noir detectives and countless other unlikely heroes chosen by fate. This gear will protect you from death as long as you wear it, although you may be defeated/knocked out by Ed, especially if that adds narrative tension. If you die while wearing the Intrigue Armor, you are quickly resurrected with stat boosts and new determination.
However, the armor can force the wearer to say clichés at inappropriate times. I warned you.
+500 luck?!
"Many of our students at Slomanth Academy doubted the power of this armor, and it took its toll on them," Camilla explained after noticing Victor's surprise. "It took a lot of pain and effort to claim it."
"Because of what the FWD does, it's not going to find a better user than you," Deathclown said, even as he blatantly denied Kia's existence.
"As for the other part of the prize." Weilan snapped his fingers. "One million gold coins!"
A torrent of gold began to fall from the sky, covering Winkel's body. The audience went crazy as the dragon roared with joy and rolled around on the ground, coins falling from his scales.
"[Leone's Peeping Shield]." A fitting room suddenly appeared around Kia, velvet curtains protecting her modesty from the crowd, and she grabbed the [Intrigue Armor] and put it on.
As Winkle and Kya entertained themselves and the Horrible Three addressed the crowd, promoting next year's edition, Victor approached Freebon. "Would you be surprised if I took away all the slime?" the minister asked his "Friends in Stockholm."
"No, you told me I should stick to the classics. I'm going to replace them with mindless carnivorous undead and heartless puppets." Fu
ibo
Teleported his award away, empty handed. "I've thought about what you told me about the hard, painful end of the dungeon. Maybe it's true."
"Your Tomb would be more successful as a horror-themed tourist attraction," advises Manlin-Victor.
"I'm a purist through and through," Fuliben said, then changed the subject. "So...you want to invade Pladen?"
"We need all the help we can get, especially to protect population centers from their arrows," Victor said. "Even your star metal monolith would be of great help if we could reforge it into a weapon. What I want to ask is, will you join us?"
The Lich fell silent, pondering this matter. The thoughtful undead may be considering the possibility of helping Winkle win against Odius.
"A world destroyed by disaster is not the home I want," Fu
ibo
Finally spoke. Unlike before, Victor doesn't even need to pass a charm test to convince him. "I refuse to fight side by side with the monster maggots, but... I am willing to make a contribution."
Kia quickly came out of her dressing room and replaced her metal armor with a paper one. She didn't notice the Death Clown quickly writing a "Kick Me" sign on her back.
"How does it feel?" Victor asked, wondering how it could stick to her skin.
"One word, uncomfortable." The Paladin forced a smile. "Come on, try it! You want to kill me!"
"As long as you owe me money, I won't." Victor reminded her of his leverage. Now that he controls her financially, she can never touch his children again.
At this moment Winkle suddenly stopped playing with his coin and looked at the knight with hopeful eyes. It was as if her words had awakened ancient instincts that had been buried for years. "Are you trying to kill yourself, slave?"
Kia put her hands on her waist and opened her mouth. Yet, even though it was her voice, her words came as if possessed. "Danger is my middle name!"
Wenquier immediately stood up and tried to burn the Paladin to ashes...
He ended up tripping over his pile of coins.
Victor watched as his best friend crashed into his left shoulder, making a horrific noise that blew the gold around. The entire crowd fell silent, and Death Jester was clearly trying not to laugh.
With a terrible roar, Winkle stood back up and turned to force. He raised his hand and tried to smash a smug-looking [Paladin] like a bug.
"I will protect my friends!" Kia yelled, unable to control her mouth.
Prosperity!
As Winkle stretched out his palm toward Kia, something deflected his palm. Instead, the maggots hit the nearby stands, blowing away the nearest spectators.
A blue energy shield formed around Kia, blocking the attack. "What is this?" Fu
ibo
asked, using magic to analyze the protection.
"The power of friendship," Camilla sighed. "It powers the armor, along with love, desire and hope."
"Sometimes friendship manifests itself as a physical force," Deathclown added, watching the scene with disgust. "Although it only works for heroes, not us."
"Oh, yes, I learned this in Shilin." Victor recalled. "Is that why you always recommend taking out the rest of the group before taking out the leader?"
"Whose friendship?" Vai
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complained. "She's Nate Chia and she has no friends!"
"Julie's faith gives me strength!" Knight Kia recited a script line that Vai
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Saw Red and tried to crush her. Once again a shield of light protected her from harm.
That armor was ridiculously suppressed.
"We're more than a team," Kia said, reciting lines from the script, while Vai
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Stubbornly trying to kill her, but always failing, "We are family!"
