In the Silent Wood, the day before the invasion of Prydain, the dragons played a very loud game.
"Fire!" Winkle announced as two dozen real worms released their breath in a crater. [Fire], [Frost], [Lightning], [Poison], [Earth]... almost every element known to the dragons was used, turning their target into a delightful show of light and destruction. The ground shook for miles, and followers fled in all directions. Only one man stood motionless in the middle of the ruins.
"Uncle, you're hurting her!" protested Julie, the only dragon present who refused to participate.
"I wish I knew!" Winkle replied with wounded pride. "More power!"
"Cousin, I have a piano!"
alissime said as she landed on Vai
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Next to it, a black, half-broken Manlin musical instrument was shown off. "I found a piano!"
"Throw it at her!"
So his cousin did so and fired the instrument like a cannonball. li
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M and Zmeys lacked imagination and imitated their real brothers by throwing stones, stones, houses, trees...on one occasion even a cow.
"No throwing cows!" roared Fankle, trying to keep the game civil. Glenich lowered all his heads in shame and apologized for his birth.
Finally, the dust settled, and the dragons sat dejectedly.
Their target survived.
Knight Chia was unscathed, standing alone among the ruins and rubble, muttering to himself. She protected the cow with her body, like a true servant should.
“Congratulations, Kachin Independence Army!” chirped Julie, shouting encouragement for her failure as chief of staff.
"Believe in yourself!" Knight Kia replied, her words were no longer her own. "I trust you!"
When Vai
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While still stubbornly trying to overcome this [Conspiracy Armor], quite a few dragons became suspicious. "There must be something useful for her!" the emperor complained. They've been at it for six hours!
"It only protects her from death and direct harm," Ge
ialissime pointed out. "What if we throw her into a spell? Or have a minion teleport her away?"
"No!" Julie protested.
"No," Vankel said hastily. "Not even she deserved such a horrific fate."
Even though Manlin Victor sent many of his followers to that distant dark planet to protect them from the vengeance of the fairies, Winkle privately believed that they might have been sentenced to a fate worse than death. He hoped they would stay awake and give him time to eat Odius.
What is the Forsaken doing? Can't he turn that damn lead ball into gold?
"Guys, this is fun, but I gotta take off my armor," Knight Kia said as he left the crater, "or these lines are going to give me diabetes."
"Maybe we could hurt her like this," a dragon suggested. "With this 'diabetes' power."
"What about the (life) elements?" Ge
ialissime asked: "Does anyone here breathe cancer?"
As his fellow dragons discuss how best to overcome the [Conspiracy Armor], Vai
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Decided to take a short break to oversee his army. Tomorrow will be the time when a horde of dragons and V&V's army will land on the shores of Pladen. Vai
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one day.
Valentine's Day!
In preparation for this historic event, his entourage gathered on large ships off the coast or aboard a replica of Piggy Bank Two. Every soldier, from the smallest kobold to the most powerful ghoul, carries an overfed cat on his back. Vai
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It was a bit of a shame that he didn't have time to breed the cats with the cows, but he took comfort in knowing that none of the minions would starve to death.
All other followers, those who cannot fight, are evacuated via portals to the Happy Land, the moon planet, or other safe places. If there is no dragon, Mu
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It will become a ghost town. Only the monsters needed for the battle remained behind to help support the main force.
One of these was the troll Barnabas, whom Winquill summoned to his castle along with the orc blacksmith - the dwarves having fled underground to escape the thirst of the drunken maggots.
"Your Majesty," the troll bowed as Winkle landed at the castle gate, "do you need us?"
"Yes, slave. Because I want my treasure to be with me at all times."
Although the thought had hardly crossed his mind, Long understood that he could be killed in this conflict. Unlike Bing Feng, he couldn't bear to leave his treasure and his hard-earned wealth.
"You want us to create a (bottomless bag)?" asked Barnabas the Troll. "They often eat whatever they want."
The thought of spilling the coins in her wallet terrified Fankel. "No. I want to carry my treasure with me. To feel my gold and gems in my scales at all times; so that I can protect it with my last breath if need be."
"So..." The troll Barnabas scratched his throat. "What do you want me to do with all your treasures, make a piece of armor?"
This is a new, innovative dragon management solution. Winkle wasn't surprised that a minion couldn't understand his vision, so the dragon shared his reasoning.
Vai
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Said: "Armor of Conspiracy is powerful but ridiculous. My collection is the most beautiful and perfect in existence." Its light blinds the strong and kills the weak! If I wear it, I am invincible. I will... sparkle!"
And, although Fankle would never admit it publicly...
His true treasure is his empire and the servants who follow him.
It was they who earned the gold, and it was their deaths that immortalized Wacker's wealth. Just like Manlin Victor is the most precious gem in his fortune, each Minion is a coin that the dragon needs to protect.
Fankle had to remind his minions what they stood for. Seeing his treasure naked, shining upon him, will boost their morale and lead them to victory; other dragons will also understand that they are fighting for the dragon's way of survival. They must win at all costs.
Winkel's fortune will become more than just a pile of wealth.
It will become a golden symbol!
"You can take my treasures, my beautiful gold and jewels," Winkle said. "You can use it to make me a piece of [Hoarding Armor]. Some shining [Plot Armor] that will remind Knight Kia of her natural poverty. I'm going to have it ready by tomorrow's dawn."
Unlike [Paladin], Vai
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Already knows what wise things he has to say.
When the war ended, everyone was afraid of the power of gold!
Croissant himself did well.
He waits in front of a hut built from the remains of an elephant-sized spider; Victor cuddles up to Chocolate and spends time studying the V&V Empire's lunar colony.
At first glance, it looks like any ordinary village, except it's built in a leaden valley with the blue planet Ortmund above it. These immigrants had farms, although they planted strange exotic trees and raised not goats but black monsters with tentacles. A path to Mu
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The entrance pulsates in the village's central square as new arrivals move through the area in search of a refuge from the war.
Victor recognized several familiar faces among the village's residents, most of whom he had exiled here during his tenure as Prime Minister. He did, however, notice an unusual settler, sitting on a bench in the company of cephalopods.
"Victor!" Ludvic Va
Raising a hand to his former apprentice, beside whom sat a hideous, squid-like monster. One of the creature's tentacles stroked [Demon Rake]'s hair, and another brushed against his left leg. "I didn't expect to see you there!"
"I see you didn't waste your time!" Victor shouted.
"I have always tried to find happiness in men and women," said Ludovich, looking into the hundred eyes of his new lover. "But it turns out that a genderless outer space squid perfectly satisfies my needs."
"Oh, dear!" replied the abomination in her hideous Raihan, grabbing Ludwik's hand with her tentacles. "You're making my prosthetic feet sweat!"
Victor wisely focused on the cabin, not wanting to watch a live Japanese porn movie. "Come on, come on!" Chocolate couldn't stay where he was and knocked on the door angrily. "What is he doing?"
"Jock, relax," Victor said, patting her hand to calm her down.
"I can't help it," she replied, her eyes bloodshot like those of a drug addict. “All my data grew up here! I want to howl all the time!”
Seeing her like this, Victor wondered if it would be a good idea to let her live with her brother for a while. According to Jules, it won't hurt the baby, but she's been overly excited since they set foot on the moon.
Isabelle has returned to Happyland, while the rest of Victor's family are either scattered on the plane or welcomed into his own pocket dimension. He would rather avoid having everyone in the same place, both for their safety and to prevent jealousy.
Finally, the lizard Savou
euse opened the door. "Vic, Jock, my favorite couple!" she said happily when she saw them. "I'm so happy to see you again!"
"Me too, Savi," Victor said. She hasn't changed much in the last few months since the events of Night Blade, although she has changed her adventurer clothes into an apron and a chef's hat. The vizier forgave her somewhat for her betrayal, as he had forgave Croissant, but still made them both do community service.
"Go in." The host asked the newlyweds to enter the house and closed the door. As Death was led into the dining room, he smelled the aroma of fish and honey. "I've got a chocolate room upstairs. I even made four bassinets, each a different color!"
The main room reminded Victor of some hunter's refuge. Trophies straight from 1970s sci-fi movies are proudly displayed on the walls around the dining table, from alien alien heads to hundred-eyed spiders.
Croissant appears to be paying a huge price to protect this community.
Speaking of werewolves, he was waiting for them with great anticipation. "Sister!" Croissant immediately hugged his sister, as if he hadn't seen her in years. Compared to the last time Victor saw him, the werewolf was taller and heavier, and wore a pink animal fur outfit. "Welcome home!"
"You're squeezing me too tight, bro!" Chocolate complained, although clearly pleased with the attention.
The male werewolf then turned to his in-laws, though the atmosphere turned rather chilly. "Victor," he said somewhat neutrally.
"Croissant," Victor answered in the same tone, holding his hand. There was no warmth in the contact, but there was no hostility either. Water under the bridge.
However, there was another thing that troubled the minister greatly. "Dry sausage?"
"Yes, Vic?"
"Why is there a tied child in your restaurant?" the Prime Minister asked, pointing to a small humanoid lizard chained at the end of the table.
"Fool, he's the main course!" Chocolate replied with a smile, which scared Victor.
Thankfully, Victor was reassured by his brother-in-law. "I caught him sneaking in and trying to put a space shark in my bathtub. He's nice and sneaky, but he's no match for a spider..."
Croissant's eyes wandered away, like a veteran experiencing traumatic memories. "Spiders... crawling everywhere... Moonmen, they're watching..."
"Space shark?" Victor asked with a frown, sitting at the table next to Choc. "I've heard of sand sharks, but what about space sharks?"
Savou
"Every sea creature has a space version and a beach version," Euse said. "Like the moon squid."
"Yes, but..." Although Victor had become accustomed to the strangeness—enough to have casual discussions at the dinner table with a little assassin tied up in a corner—the fish in the space crossed the line. "I don't know, it sounds like some god is slacking off somewhere."
"They saw a UFO..." said Croissant, completely immersed in some horrific memory. "They saw a UFO and they were drunk... but it wasn't my car! "That's not my car!"
"Brother?" Chocolate asked, shaking Croissant out of his PTSD.
"I'm sorry," said the old werewolf, regaining his senses. He shook his head several times, then sat down in his chair and continued the discussion as if nothing had happened. "I was going to eat Xiaobo Ti, but he's obviously Savi's nephew."
"You are such a naughty boy, Porteron." "There is no dessert for you!"
"I didn't mean to kill anyone, Auntie!" argued the tiny reptile, clearly regretting his dessert more than his attempt to slaughter the wolf. "Just a scar for life and maybe a little bit of a disability."
"Charlene asked him to ruin our relationship and make me suffer," Croissant explained with a sigh. "She'll never let me forget."
"You wanted to eat her," Victor pointed out, although he disagreed with her method of revenge.
“Haven’t we all tried eating our boyfriend or girlfriend?” Chocolati
e replied. "Vic, that's how our relationship started!"
Ah, yes, she had wanted to cook him into a stew when they first met. Victor had forgotten that detail. "I'm going to talk to Charlene," the Prime Minister said to the croissant. "I promise these attempts will stop."
He couldn't let this turn into a feud.
"you should". Chocolati
e nodded. "No one can harm my dear croissant except himself!"
"I'm grateful," Croissant said, ignoring the statement. "The thing is, I want to eat her, so she should laugh at me, and yes, I understand how she feels. I've come to terms with the fact that I screwed up on something awesome."
"It introduced you to me." Savuluse tried to cheer him up, and the werewolf smiled faintly in response. The sight shocked Victor, who never thought a croissant could be smarter? Friendly?
Werewolf (Ranger) has definitely grown up since they last met. Running the penal colony worked wonders for him.
"You could try to make up for your past," Victor suggested, but more for his own sake than the croissant.
"I tried." The male werewolf replied with a sad frown. "But...she has no interest in forgiving me, and clearly never will." When the door closes on the other side, you should walk away rather than try to force the lock. "
"You are all so negative!" Savou
euse said, forcing everyone to sit evenly around the table. Even her prisoners. "We are here to celebrate this good news."
"Yes, Victor, thank you for getting my innocent sister pregnant." Thankfully, Chocolat was too happy to notice the free meal. "How's Charlene? "Did you get my ex-girlfriend pregnant too?"
"…"not yet. "Victor replied, knowing he was out of luck. "As far as I know. "
Croissant was silent for a moment, obviously unhappy with the bland answer. "You can't get anywhere near my lonely single mother."
"Agreed. As long as you protect the chocolate while I'm gone."
"Ah, Victor." Chocolate leaned her head on Victor's shoulder; although Croissant was still sullen, a smile appeared on his lips. "I wish I could have kept an eye on you in Plydon."
"I wish I could keep you here, too," Victor replied, scratching her ear. However, before she could give him the cutlery, he stopped Savris. "I'm not staying for supper."
"Victor, I cooked a little space whale," Saviors complained. "Do you know how rare they are and how hard to catch them?"
"Is whaling legal?" Chocolate asked, considering the environmental concerns. "If I'm hungry, that won't stop me, but..."
"That's how it is in space!" Savileus replied happily.
"Winkle has planned a high-level hunting trip, and he needs me with our elite warriors." Victor defended. "This may be their last chance to safely upgrade and evolve into a more powerful form."
Even Allison agrees to participate, even though it offends her sensibilities. Only Fu
ibo
Not participating, the lich is busy setting up shields around Gadmani's main city.
There was a knock on the door. "Are you waiting for someone?" Victor asked Saurus, and she shook her head. The minister rose from the table and used the opportunity to allow the two werewolf brothers to catch up.
Victor opened the door and saw an angel standing on the threshold.
"Mr. Victor."
The minister froze. He was facing an old face from his previous life. A blond angel with mismatched wings, a lovely face frozen by an expressionless mask.
"Honey! I'm so happy-"
"Mr. Victor, I only appeared because Mithras himself asked me to do so." The angel replied quickly, with an objective and professional attitude. "I don't want to see you again unless necessary."
Victor was stunned by the cold reaction, but he had somewhat expected it. He decided not to waste any more time. "I just want to apologize for my scam," he said.
"Mr. Victor, I do not begrudge you your fraud."
She didn't? This surprised Victor. "you do not?"
"In a way, I guess I've always known, but I've been in denial," the angel admitted, pressing his fingers together sheepishly. "I did some self-reflection and I understand that I might be a little bit... a little bit corrupt."
Duh. [Heartless Angel] should be a giveaway.
"But Mr. Victor, you have deceived me, betrayed my trust, and ruined my reputation in front of all heaven," Mir continued. "I may be harsh on your 'karma insurance,' but I'm just trying to save your soul and push you to do good. I should see you for what you are: a karma sink."
"I did a good job," Victor defended himself, even though the excuse seemed flimsy even to him. "I mean, I exposed the corruption of heaven. Shouldn't that be good behavior?"
“The benefits of your actions mean little if you never anticipated the consequences,” Mill responded. "If you try to kill someone, even if you fail, you still want to hurt someone. You can't separate action from intention, and while you may have done some good things, Mr. Victor, it's rarely out of altruism. ."
"Well, I'm not perfect or even a good person," Victor admitted. "I don't have what it takes to be someone like Kia. But I'm trying to make amends for my mistakes and take responsibility for them."
He has a lot to do, but so far, Victor thinks he's making progress. He takes responsibility for his children, helps Kia solve her problems, convinces Fu
ibo
Set up protective shields around major cities, find a cure for the plague and carry Vai on your back
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Let it be free...maybe he's no saint, but he's no devil either.
"You're trying to improve," Mir admitted, "and so am I, especially under Mithras' tutelage, but I don't want any temptation. Your company is trying, and I've had enough."
"I understand," Victor replied, and then fell silent. He wanted to ask her many questions. What did she do after leaving Paradise? Did she do well on her own? Where does she work now?
But he said nothing.
He could feel that their old friendship was irrevocably gone, and as hurtful as it was, he had to respect Miel's right to maintain her personal space. Even if it hurts him, she doesn't exist to make him happy with herself.
He had to let her go.
"This is the cure for the plague of Hamelin," Victor said, searching for the potion in his armor pocket and handing it to the angel. She held the bottle in her clean hands as if he had bestowed upon her a sacred treasure. "I want to give it to you."
she asked in surprise, breaking her mask of indifference.
"I hope something good comes out of this mess... and you benefit from it," Victor said. "I don't know if this can make up for the shame I've brought you, but it's my greatest wish."
He owed her at least that much.
Mir's lips twisted, showing a worried expression, but she quickly regained her composure. "I pray you don't die in Prydan, Mr. Victor."
With nothing to add, she spreads her wings and shines with a halo.
"Mil," Victor said, and his old insurance advisor gave him a few more seconds. "Thank you for giving me closure. Regardless, you are a wonderful shoulder angel."
She hesitated, then gave him a final nod.
The angel disappeared without a word in a flash of light, leaving Victor alone in the cold silence.
At dusk, Winkle passed through the portal to Daltonia, where his minions and closest allies awaited him at the dodo pen.
Excalibur boy, carrying Bath Jelly and a dozen slimy children on his back; holding Julius and Malfi in his arms, can't wait to start; not delicious Alison and tinfoil Rollo, they are not delicious ;Kobold Ranger and his beautiful niece Julie;with Cha
le
e and K
ight Kia, who exchanged conspiracy armor for her regular armor; even Glenich and his horse friends were allowed to participate.
Manlin Victor teleports in, completing Vaikr's set of minions. "Sorry for being late," he apologized. "Choc just won't let me go."
"We understand, minion," Winkle replied, and the dragon shared one last golden shower with his treasure before letting Barnabas the Troll get to work. "We all need to accumulate time to prepare for the harsh test."
As if to fulfill his owner's wish, a dodo peered over the fence and offered his body to the dragon.
"Is there no other way?" asked the disgusted Allison, touched by this display of self-sacrifice. "Killing helpless animals...I know we need these levels, but it makes me sour."
"He's doing fine," Winkle replied. "It's this bird that has so many slime molds."
"Also, does this look helpless?" Charlene, who was fighting, pointed a match at a ferocious Dodo bear lying on the grass.
"We need to cull the hybrid population," Manlin Victor told the Forest Lady. "We're protecting the local ecosystem, not destroying it."
"This is my last chance to move up," added Sweet McPhee, clearly the most enthusiastic of the group.
"I've always wanted to see if Exp Dodos can be raised as undead." Julius held his hand. “For double the experience.”
So does Winkel. So does Winkel.
