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The August Emperor of the Mountains, bravely fought the invaders with his claws and flames.

The giant red dragon, his stately royal cloak swirling with the melody of the wind, protected the pen with his body, his crown glistening in the bright sun. The shattered body of the attacker lay at his feet, but many more, driven by greed, refused to surrender.

His enemies glared at him with great black eyes, as black as night; The puppets, with their emaciated limbs and hairless gray skin, marched through the gate in droves, intending to attack his enclosure. Even looking at the flesh on their bulbous-shaped, oversized heads, Winkel couldn't allow himself to eat them. These monsters are the embodiment of evil, worse than any fairy!

No matter how many people he kills, more will come!

A gray man shouted, and he and a dozen of his kindred joined forces to unleash a barrage of psychic energy on Winkel. The dragon shrugged, but some animals tried to take advantage of his distraction and rushed towards the fence. Winkel let out a terrible roar and opened his mouth, blasting them apart before they could get close.

Whack! You have dealt super damage to [Grey].

As he kept breathing in the fireball, Winkel realized what he should know. He should have known that things would come to this.

Once upon a time, the Lunarians descended from the planet Moon, followed by its elven children. The evil vermin tries to take the dragon's second most valuable possession, which reminds Winkel's ilk of the food chain.

He should know that as the portal to the moon opens, the vengeful descendants of those who have been pushed back into space by the dragon will try to rekindle the hostility. Winkel decided to take matters into his own hands.

He must protect them.

"Fight for the CLF!" The leader of the Greys said, go on the offensive. "Fight for the Cattle Liberation Front!" We're going to save the mother cow from the dragon's predation!"

"You can't steal cows!" Vai

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Growl. "They want to be eaten by me!"

The cows were kept in the enclosure, and they responded by making sounds, defending the right that the dragon had given them to feed the emperor.

When the Greys threaten to overwhelm him, Winkel decides to unleash his trump card: the Forbidden Curse, which guarantees him victory!" (Feng Shui)!"

Feng Shui Activation! Field type: desert steppe.

Effect: [Gale Blizz]!

The wind complied with the emperor's wishes and turned into sharp, spinning blades. They were as fast as they sounded, leaving scars on the ground, tearing the Greys to shreds until the last one.

Van Kerr looked at the bloody battlefield and breathed a sigh of relief. The food is safe......

But for how long?

Winkel gave himself a break for a while, just waiting for more bad news from the newcomers.

"Your Majesty, we need your guidance." Jules the necromancer walked up to him; Ever since the Minion leader Manlin Victor made a diplomatic visit with the vampire Charlene, the crimson-cloaked zombie has assisted Winkel in maintaining 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 have been pouring in, and he can't keep up with them.

"Orcs".

The dragon snorted in frustration. "What did they do this time?"

"They caused an accident at the bazaar, and they threw themselves in front of an automatic cart made by dwarves," Co

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g Jules explained. "This scene threw the merchants into chaos."

The disrupted merchants meant that Wankel's gold reserves would be diminished, and since the orc tribe settled on his land, they had caused no less than two dozen accidents. "Enough, enough."

"Are we going to chocolate them?" Juris suggested.

"No," Wankel decided. "I need more living Minions to build my arena, although I love Sweet Chocolati

E's cake, but orcs are not the right toppings. They smell of flies and droppings. ”

No, he'll take care of it himself. Winkel has tamed worse minions.

"Clean up this place." The dragon commanded Joris, then spread its wings and flew away. The necromancer immediately turned the remnants of the Greys into meat golems.

As he flew to the market, Winkel watched his territory with keen eyes. The portal to the planet Moon has been widened to allow more lunatics to come to this ...... This dragon hell; and help others out of trouble. Out of pure compassion for the poor creatures trapped there, the dragon welcomes all refugees from the terrible, lead-cursed land.

Most of them, though fast-moving, tentacles, or with many legs, have proven themselves to be excellent Minions, building nests in previously uninhabitable deserts, sowing seeds with new plants, turning the desert purple, and even building a strange corner area called Little Leiye.

Thanks to Vai

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With their own [Feng Shui Master's] abilities and these newcomers, the desert is being pushed farther and farther every day. Every day new mines are opened, bringing silver and gems to his reserves to replenish his gold. On his orders, his minions are building a huge arena for the summer solstice, where people will sprinkle gold on the dragons.

Life is good even without tasks.

However, Winkel's heart longs for more action. With Halloween four months to go, the dragon needs to accumulate enough gold to win a bet with his opponent Ice Fang and let him know his place; And his minions are constantly trained to fight the cursed fairies that have been harassing him since the Emperor's awakening. The more time passed, the more impatient he became.

Van Kerr quickly rushed to the market and quickly found the location of the accident.

The iron carriage, powered by power stones, stopped in the middle of the alley, and the Agarthan dwarves were trying to fix it. A crowd of orcs surrounded it impatiently, as if anxious to pounce on it again; Men at least did so, while women rebuked them. Merchants and customers glared at them angrily, relieved to see Wacker's shadow.

Orcs have skin as green as vegetables and are the worst food, looking a lot like the Man Ling; In addition to being larger, hairier, more ferocious, and with fangs. Unlike the orcs, they wore strange clothes, these "shirts", "sweaters" and "pants", most of which were old and dirty, and could be smelled from a mile away. Women, more tribal, like to wear less and get more tattoos.

Ever since they came here by boat from the Western Continent, they have only been making trouble. Unlike dutiful kobolds, they don't work and spend all their time drinking or playing in casinos with delicious malts.

It's time to teach them the virtues of hard work, as he lands in front of the crowd and intimidates them, Van Kerr thought.

"Your majesty! Said one of the orcs, wounded in the knee. The dragon guessed that this was the culprit responsible for the incident.

"Why?" Van Kerr demanded an answer. "Why did you pounce on your companion's carriage?"

"To complete the stone wall reincarnation ceremony!" The orc replied. "If it hadn't been for this dwarf's sudden turn at the last second, I would have escaped!"

"Ise...... Kay?" Winkel asked, the word sounding familiar.

"We believe in one true religion: the mystical order of the New World," the orc explained. Founded by our so-called prophet Onub, who discovered the way to the mythical world of the earth. In this world, all food is fast food and all schoolgirls are schoolgirls. ”

Winkel remembered somewhere he had heard of this strange ritual. Back to the little village called Haudemer. One of the believers had harassed Manlin Victor, who he called the belief a hoax. "Isn't this a false religion?" The dragon pondered.

"Of course not!" The orc, wounded in the knee, replied.

"We've found the criteria for reincarnation into another world," another said. "First of all, be a student!"

One of their relatives immediately began to complete their demonstration, having 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, I was hit by a car and died!"

"It's not faith." Said the first orc. "It's science. However, we are still not sure if both boys and girls can be reincarnated on the mythical island of Japan. Not enough research has been studied, and the prophet's scriptures are not clear. ”

"Japan? A nearby Duggle merchant asks his customer, an alien creature from the moon.

"I've heard that the local Manlin people will do something offensive to the squid they catch as part of their education," the moonmon shuddered. "Never send your squid there, carbon creatures."

Winkel listened patiently, his eyes squinting at the animals. "How has your species avoided extinction so far?"

"We orcs are born winners, healthy and energetic!" The wounded orc replied proudly.

"We will reach the world of Earth!" The orcs boasted in unison. Is this one? That's why other dragons can't learn the shameful secret of death. Van Kel shuddered at the thought that weak-willed relatives would listen to these idiots.

"Of course not! A busty-breasted orc housekeeper reproaches 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 the real religion!"

"I knew I should find a strong partner instead of following a deceived fool!" The head nurse complained.

Van Kel strongly considered sending these idiots to the "sweet chocolate" shop, whether bitter or not, before he had the patience to teach them the right way.

"Orcs, you are now my servants." The dragon reminded them. "Your men will no longer be courteous to the carriages of my servants, and they will build me an arena in return for keeping you alive. You will give birth to smarter minions, like Manlin Victor, so that my new generation of minions will not inherit your stupidity. Otherwise, you're food. ”

"Hmm......" The half-orc, with a knee injury, looked up at Winkel and suddenly realized how small he was compared to his emperor. This is a very authoritative statement. ”

"But true orcs accept only one kind of authority." A male orc replied, pulling a deck of cards out of his pocket. "The duel thing!"

"Do you want to play a card game with me?" Vai

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Asked. Although he would never admit it out loud, the thought made him curious.

"Card Game for Human Children!" The orc corrected. "If you win, I'll do what you say, but if I win...... Then you're going to throw the car out yourself!"

Vai

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Jeer. "It's ridiculous that you believe that a dragon will lose!" Well, I'm going to teach you a lesson and destroy you in your own game. ”

"Duel!" The orcs shouted loudly, much to the annoyance of the orcs, and one of them threw a deck of cards at Vacel's feet.

Winkel raised a paw, ready to pull out the ......

Only he struggled to grasp the tiny deck with his large paws.

"Minions!" Winkel shouted, and it was only then that he remembered that his trusted partner had left for the time being. He turned to the orc stewardess. "You, you're now my official cardholder!" Use your little hand to draw my cards!"

The woman nodded, drew five cards, and seemed eager to help the dragon put the powerful servant in his place.

[King of the Game) activates.

"Orezama is not in turn," his orc "opponent" announced when he drew a card in his deck, bringing his total hand to six. "I summoned the Beastmaster—"

"I won!" As soon as Van Kerr saw his hand, he cut him off.

"Nope! His arrogant enemies replied. "My perfect strategy hasn't started yet!"

"That's what the cards say," the butler held out to his enemy, and Winkel noted, "I won!" All five cards have a portion of the message printed on them.

When his enemies looked at that hand, the color on his face disappeared as well. "5 Card Auto Win Combo ......"

"First draw?" One of his relatives froze, and his companions gasped in shock. "It's only one in a million likely!"

"It's the luck of the newbie," said the man with a knee injury, replacing his fallen friend, "give him another deck of cards!" I'll be his next opponent!"

"I've won again!" Vaquil boasted that he was the tenth orc to rise up to challenge him. "I love this game! I always win!"

At this time, more townspeople gathered to watch their emperor destroy his opposition, whistling to encourage their masters. The dragon fills the battlefield on his side with powerful minions, and he fuses, resurrects, enhances, sacrifices, powers, and cross-summons them into a powerful army.

So many ways to defeat weak opponents!

"It's cheating!" One of the orcs blamed Vaquil. "You're cheating!"

Van Kerr blushed and tapped his hand on the ground, making the house tremble. "How dare you accuse a fair and noble dragon of deceiving you?" The crowd booed the orcs in support.

"He's using his privileges, and so are you!" One of the orc women noted that they enjoyed the feeling of being humiliated by their arrogant partner. "Raise your level instead of complaining like a goblin!"

"If you don't want to lose, you should be born dragons!" Winkel denounced these cowards.

"We need to change the rules of the game! The eleventh challenger said. "I'm challenging you to 21 points!"

"Come on, Minions!"

"Royal Flush House!" Van Kerr gloated because his assistant had another winning hand. The dragon grabbed the pile of money,

Not only did he let these Minions see where they were, but he also won all their money and became richer!

"He's been playing the quick win card." The gaze of a half-orc gambler wandered in the distance, his spirit crushed by Winkel's invincibility. "How? How did he always put his best hand first? At the time of his first draw!"

"That dragon was really subdued!" Another of his relatives complained that he had been completely defeated at 21 before.

"That's how it should be!" Winkel spoke the absolute truth. His winning streak has given him more motivation. "Get me some more money!"

"You've ...... You've defeated the whole tribe......" said the orc with a wounded knee. "We ...... We all lost......"

"Is this Victor meaty?" A half-orc female steward asked. "Does he have teeth?"

"No, but he has dragon wings, which makes him superior to all non-dragon life forms," Winkel said. "Who else will challenge me?" I long for a taste of victory!"

"You're the best player I've ever seen, since ......," the orc gasped, and then spat out expletives. Ever since that Lich Fu

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……”

Winkel's good mood immediately turned sour. The orc winced as the dragon's burning eyes stared at him. "You mean Forriben?"

"Your Majesty—does Your Majesty know him?"

"Where?!" Winkel roared, and the earth trembled before his rage. "Where is he?" What is he planning?"

The orc fell to the ground, scrambling to escape from his rightful emperor, but the car he wanted to die in prevented him from doing so. "Cheers to El Dorado!"

“Eldo

awhat ?”

"The Lost City of Gold, outside the Haoteng Empire!" I heard he led an expedition there!"

The image of the dragon's paradise appeared in Winkel's mind.

A glorious city, where everything is built with the purest, sparkling gold. The house is brighter than the sun; Melting rivers of platinum, gardens of precious stones, growing from the earth; A pile of gold coins, waiting for the dragon to claim it.

And then......

All of them turned into lead. A dream turned into a nightmare, and Frebon's laughter echoed in the darkness of victory.

The fairies will wait.

Van Kelle must save heaven first