Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

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"That is an interesting offer," the golden crow man said while giving Arthur a questioning gaze.

"I need someone to give me answers," Arthur simply said before adding, "and also someone from the deep lines of the enemy will be a good asset to me."

"Good point," Doaf supported his young master's vision.

"We are helpers after all," Amera sighed, "a good werewolf is a dead werewolf, that's my opinion."

Arthur just nodded to her but he didn't change up his mind. He needed as much intel as he could, plus this werewolf wasn't bad considering his awaiting challenges here. "I need to start forming my higher forces for the future," he muttered to himself while seeing this as the first step in forming his own power for the future path in the higher planes.

"A slave? Hahaha," the werewolf laughed before coughing again, "I can't see myself acting like that. I prefer death than saying a single word and live in shame the rest of my life."

"Then kill him," Arthur didn't hesitate to say as he shrugged, "it seems I was so soft with you. Kill him and let's check others from his large army. I believe many will be willing to follow me."

"But they don't know what I do," the werewolf hurried to say.

"At least they will say something, right? And they will serve me better for the future," Arthur turned his back to the werewolf as he added, "kill him and let's go towards who remained in his army. I hate dealing with stupid loyalists."

"Wait," the werewolf shouted before hurriedly adding, "can we negotiate on terms at least."

Arthur simply waved his claw while flying slowly in the air by spreading out his wings. "Alright… stop it I concede."

When the spear was about to penetrate his throat he had to surrender. Arthur knew this dark mage was simply trying to bargain with him, as if he had the capital enough to do so.

"Young master," Doaf shouted at Arthur who sighed and turned around. "He is ready to be your slave."

"Are you?" Arthur turned to gaze at the werewolf before adding, "what makes me take you and not one of your henchmen?"

The situation became much complicated for the werewolf as he hurriedly said:

"I know many secrets…" he paused when he saw Arthur was turning again to continue flying away, "I know all the secrets about those who came here to kill you. I also have some loyal group that can follow me and serve you."

"Group?" Arthur turned towards the distant battle, "do you mean this dead group?"

"No," the werewolf hurriedly shook his head before coughing again, "my group is much better and stronger."

"And?" Arthur paused, showing up his slight interest in the offer.

"A…" the werewolf hesitated before the girl pushed her spear over his neck. "Alright alright, I can give you my riches," he said before hurriedly adding, "one tenth… one fourth… wait half, I'll give you half."

The werewolf changed the offer every time he saw Arthur move away from him. "I don't want your riches," Arthur shook his head before adding, "I want you to attack other lairs and get their riches for me."

"L… Lairs?" The werewolf was astonished to stutter.

"Sure," Arthur shrugged like he was asking something normal, "did you think you will stay on guard and act like my bodyguard? I won't let you live this simple and easy life."

"B- But…" the werewolf seemed to be terrified as he didn't know what to say.

"Don't worry," Arthur spoke in an evil tone, acting like a close friend to the werewolf, "I won't let you go on your own, right?"

"My group… they aren't that strong," he sighed.

"Not your group," Arthur laughed and his laugh turned into roars that irritated every giant standing here. They glanced weirdly at him while he neglected their questioning gazes, "I will make sure to for an elite task force of those sent here to kill me. After all I suppose you all are one of the best out there, right?"

The werewolf seemed to be surprised by the greed of Arthur who simply added, "bring him down before the slave contract is done. Then I'll entrust him to you to interrogate."

"Leave this to us," Doaf laughed.

Arthur then went down the ground and started the slave array and finished it smoothly as the werewolf wasn't objecting. He was now in a very bad situation and he couldn't even object at all.

"Strange," Amera muttered from the side, "as far I know it's logically impossible to turn someone from higher planes into a slave for someone from lower one."

She glanced at the other two as the golden crow shrugged and Doaf smiled as he said: "If he isn't special my grandmaster wouldn't set his gaze upon him."

"I can't say anything but your master is really lucky."

"I can't disagree with that," Doaf laughed as he seemed to be in a good mood after hearing all such praise about his master.

"It's done," Arthur glanced at the tattoo at his arm, "This one is quite special, if you tried to backstab me at anytime anywhere I will know instantly and before you can take another breath you will be dead," Arthur casually said before tapping on the small werewolf tattoo over his arm, "no place can restrict my slave tattoo so don't be too smart and turn into a dumb."

Arthur's threat wasn't groundless as he used the ancient golden dragonair's tongue to craft the writings over the runes of this contract. He followed the instructions of the golden dragon and his hands were controlled by his system to write the letters right.

"Don't worry too much young master," Doaf stepped forward as he pointed his sword towards the werewolf as he added, "leave this big bro to me and others. I'll gladly squeeze each info from him willingly or not."

"I prefer not," Amera chuckled before turning to Arthur, "send us inside the marvelous world of yours. By the way, what ornament does this world attach to? I can't seem to notice any on your body."

"It doesn't," Arthur simply answered before waving his hand and the next instant they were all taken inside. The fight in the distance was finished a short period ago and so he took inside all the legions before glancing all around. "It's a loss to leave such good corpses here."

He moved to grab every single corpse around while his own dragons were taken back inside his garden once more to recuperate and get stronger. "Where is my team?" Arthur turned around after taking everything.

'Ding! They are two miles to the south,' the system said, 'Ding! They seem to explore the ruins of that city, and they have company.'

"Company?" Arthur muttered before turning into a dragon . In the next moment, "Good or bad?" he muttered while turning to his three girls at the distance as he shouted, "follow me."

'Ding! I think they are survivors.'

"Good news," Arthur smiled, "it's time to figure out what is really going on here and what this entire world is hiding for me."