Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 223 From Hell
"Hurry, hurry, give me the meat!"

"Tomatoes, tomatoes!"

"There's no time. Just throw the food and I'll catch it."

"Didn't you say catch it?"

"Never mind, go cut the vegetables."

"Oops! You're blocking my position!"

At home, Drogo and Flynn encountered a major problem that was rarely seen in a dragon's life.

How to complete those life-threatening orders in this damn nonsensical kitchen.

When the two dragons were idle at home with nothing to do, Drogo suggested playing the newly completed cooperative game.

To be honest, Fulynn doesn't play games often, and when she does, it's basically to accompany Drogo.

It's not that she has no interest in games at all, but she is very concerned about her reputation and thinks that since she is such a powerful person, she should also be good at playing games.

But feeling and being able to do it are obviously not the same thing.

Fulin's gaming level is only one Elsa better than Barn the Crucible.

That is, Bibahn dishes.

Therefore, even when playing with Drogo, he is unwilling to try difficult games.

Logically speaking, Overcooked should not be among her choices.

However, Fulin was deceived by its cute style and the easy and fun tutorial level.

In her imagination, a kitchen simulation game couldn't be anything particularly difficult.

"Ha, I like this game. It's so nice to just cook a simple meal."

This is what Fulin commented at the beginning.

But soon, she discovered something was wrong.

This is not simple at all.

As the number of levels increases, the difficulty increases significantly.

More orders, more complicated processing steps, and weird terrain!

What decent kitchen would be opened on a main street, on a boat, or even in a weird place like the edge of a cliff?
"Pot, the pot is on fire!"

"Where are the dishes? Go wash them!"

"Time is running out!"

"Why do you want to play this kind of game?"

As an ancient dragon, Fulin rarely finds herself in such a state of panic.

She now quite doubts Drogo's claim that the game "helps to strengthen relationships".

It's true that this game made her want to fight dragons.

“This time it’s definitely full of stars!”

The level countdown ended and Fulin breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter how much she is scolded, she is still a dragon with a competitive spirit.

Now that you are playing, you must play it well. The maximum score evaluation limit for each level is three stars, and you must get three stars.

So much so that I have played the same level eight times.

The ultimate pursuit of perfectionists!

Or maybe I'm addicted to dragon vegetables.

"Three stars! Three stars!"

Fulin nervously looked at the settlement interface that popped up after the level ended.

Successful order fee + tip - failed order fee = ...

Two stars!
"Click!"

Fulin crushed her handle in excitement.

“No, sister, even if it’s the handle of our family property, you can’t pinch it like this.”

Drogo, who was standing by, swept up the broken pieces of the handle.

"This is the sixth one that has been crushed."

What a mistake! If I had known that Fulin would be so aggressive when playing Overcooked, I should have changed the game.

"Oh, it's just a few handles. I'll use the repairmanship to fix it for you later."

Fulin urged, "Hurry up, play another game. I've mastered the technique. If you didn't drop the plate when you passed it to me, I would have gotten three stars long ago!"

"What?" Drogo was shocked. "You can blame me for this! Who would throw a kohlrabi into the trash?"

"That's because you didn't catch it. I asked you to cut vegetables!"

"Let me pick you up!"

"Shouldn't you understand my intentions?"

"Huh? I can't read minds!"

Flynn and Drogo soon came to the final destination of all cooperative games - blaming each other.

"You're just slow to react!"

"You are a bad boy and you still blame others."

"Ah! Drogo look at the bite!"

"Are you a dog? Chasing my tail and biting me?"

In the room, two dragons were chasing each other and jumping up and down, returning to the most primitive state of the game, simulating hunting.

"The most handsome dragon in the world, please answer the phone. The most handsome dragon in the world, please answer the phone..."

The sound of a phone call interrupted their childhood reminiscences.

"Is this your ringtone?" Fulin had an expression that said "I didn't expect you to be so shameless."

"What's wrong? Aren't you telling the truth?"

If the degree of thick-skinnedness can be considered an attribute, then Drogo is confident that he is far ahead of others in this attribute.

Fulin rolled her eyes.

Although she appears to be disgusted by Drogo's words, in fact, part of the reason why she likes Drogo is because she is obsessed with looks.

Drogo is indeed quite handsome in the dragon's aesthetic.

She had felt this way since she was a child, but her way of expressing her affection was a little strange when she was young. She relied on bullying little Drogo to attract his attention.

The little boy pulls his female classmate's hair (Dragon Tribe gender-reversal version).

It may not be bad in the eyes of other races. After all, during Drogo's most notorious period, he also had a group of admirers. They didn't worship him purely for strength, but just because they thought he was handsome.

Drogo picked up the phone and saw that it was Elsa calling.

What's going on? It's always the boss who looks for employees during their break time, how come there are employees who look for the boss during their break time?

Go against Tiangang!

"You better have something important to do."

Drogo muttered and clicked to answer.

In his opinion, using the call function is a very important issue, otherwise please type and send messages.

To Drogo, it was incredible that the older generation would call without any mental preparation no matter what the matter was, or even nothing at all.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Not good!"

Elsa's sharp, explosive cry came from the phone, emotionally fully expressing that the current situation was indeed very bad.

Drogo rarely saw Elsa so excited. When he captured her a few years ago, her screams were only slightly more miserable than this.

"Calm down, what's going on?" Drogo's tone also became serious.

Seeing that something was wrong, Fulin also moved closer to the phone.

"Magic Video Machine, during the commercial break for tonight's Feilin Good Song, the video sources sent out by some lines have been swapped."

Elsa demonstrated excellent professionalism. Even though she was in her early twenties, she was able to calm down quickly when faced with a major emergency.

"It was replaced with a symbol and a repetitive prayer. Many viewers who saw this scene became abnormal. Mr. Soran speculated that it might be an illusion released through the magic camera, but the principle is still unclear." "Were the images and sounds recorded?" Fulin interrupted and asked.

"There are records, teacher, but now is not the time to study the principles. There are more important issues. Those abnormal spectators, uh, anyway, look at the street."

Hearing this, Drogo walked to the window and drew aside the curtains.

Of course, the windows of the game room should be curtained all year round, which is an essential part of the gaming experience.

Just now, Drogo felt that it was a bit noisy outside, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

The Twin Towers City is a noisy city. The various races living here have their own festivals. It is impossible to remember them all, and you never know when there will be a city-wide celebration.

He originally wondered which ethnic group was celebrating the festival.

Although there were a lot of screams coming from the street.

But that's normal.

For example, orcs have a strange festival where they release petrified cows on the streets, and then a large number of orcs who are not allowed to carry weapons and protective gear are chased all over the streets by the cows.

According to them, this is an opportunity to demonstrate the orcs' wisdom, courage, skill and will.

At this time, there are always screams on the streets.

Drogo stuck his head out of the window. He didn't know until he looked that it was really noisy.

A large number of people with red eyes indiscriminately attacked passers-by around them.

They will also rush into street shops and smash and destroy things, but they don't buy things for free. They don't take anything. They just destroy things.

Thick smoke billowed from the burning storefronts, and innocent people running and screaming could be seen everywhere.

The whole city is now in chaos, like a huge Overcooked Kitchen.

Drogo's eyes widened involuntarily.

What is this for him?

Is this still the Twin Towers City?
That's about as good as Gotham gets.

In the past, Drogo didn't care much about the chaos happening among other races.

It has little to do with him, just watch it for fun.

But now I have to care.

Among the shops smashed by this group of people who were under the illusion, many belonged to the Drogo Group!
It's all his money!
Drogo was furious for a moment. Not only the shops that were destroyed, but also every innocent passerby who was beaten was a potential consumer of the Drogo Group.

If you get beaten and disabled and can't make money in the future, how can you buy things from the Drogo Group?
Adding hatred upon hatred!

Just as he was about to rush out to defend his money, his hind legs were already on the windowsill, ready to jump down and appear as a hero.

If you think about it carefully, it’s not right.

He turned to Fulin to confirm and asked, "Are these people in an illusion?"

"It should be," Fulin nodded, "It's similar to some kind of mental illusion, but I'm not sure what kind it is. I've never seen anything like it."

Drogo gave her a look of shock.

Fulin certainly doesn't know every spell, but in the vertical field of illusion, she has never said "I've never seen it before" and can always see through the details with just a glance.

It seems that while they were climbing the magic technology tree, other people on the continent were not idle either.

"Is there any way to resolve it?" Drogo asked again.

Since they were caught in an illusion, they were also victims and it was not appropriate to use overly drastic measures.

If there is a possibility of rescuing the patient, then give priority to treatment and do not kill unless it is absolutely necessary.

If we can save one more person, that person will be a potential consumer of the Drogo Group.

The dragon that respects consumers the most!
"Give me some time, it should be able to be resolved."

Hearing Fulynn's answer, Drogo nodded and jumped out of the window. Instead of landing like a hero, he roared directly in mid-air.

The roar of the ancient dragon brought tremendous pressure.

The crazy thugs on the street immediately fell into panic. Most of them squatted on the ground in fear, holding their heads and shaking constantly.

In serious cases, the patient may faint from fright.

The legendary roar of the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

effective.

That's easy to say.

Although this method would cause panic among those who were not affected by the illusion, there was no more efficient way to end the chaos in a short period of time.

Anyway, there won't be any aftereffects from being roared by a dragon. At most, you will shiver uncontrollably when you hear a similar sound in the future.

"Call Doudou and meet up at the headquarters."

After Drogo finished speaking to Flynn, he flew off to find the elders of the Mages Guild.

Now we need to quickly gather the city's high-end combat power to quell this chaos and minimize the losses.

While flying in the sky, Drogo saw even stranger scenes.

Some unlucky guys were tied up in strange postures, surrounded by a group of people holding torches and dancing twisted steps, as if they were performing an evil ritual.

The people participating in the ceremony will grow ram-like horns on their heads after a brief twitch.

Transformed into a tiefling-like form.

That is, a hybrid form of devil and human.

A small ethnic group that is very unpopular.

What kind of biological black technology is this? Can it directly transform people into hybrids?
Does that mean that it is possible to completely turn half-bloods into devils?
Drogo was feeling irritated. The current situation looked like Hell was about to invade again.

There have been many wars between the devils and demons in hell, both large and small.

The most recent one was about three hundred years ago.

That time ended with a great victory for the Continental Coalition.

The expedition group led by the church even rushed directly into the hell plane and beat the enemy in their home turf.

Although Drogo doesn't like the church very much, it must be admitted that they are the real help when there is trouble on the mainland.

And it's the kind of thing that's willing to risk one's life.

After that, the Hell Plane became quiet, and even the demon attacks that spread to the mainland did not occur.

People thought that the devil had been frightened.

If the expedition to hell had not been so difficult and there had not been a plan to ensure logistics, the Church might have been able to completely wipe out the devils and demons last time.

Now that they are making a comeback, it is not good news.

Drogo is not in the business of making money from war. The more stable the society is, the more beneficial it is for his business.

Who would have the leisure to buy toys and play games like chasing phantoms when the creatures from hell are invading?

Soon, the three ancient dragons and the elders of the Mages Guild gathered at the Drogo Group headquarters.

With this combat power, it would not be difficult to quickly take over a small country, let alone the Twin Towers City.

However, the purpose of this operation is not to capture or destroy, but to ensure that losses are reduced.

As the strongest individual combat force on the scene, Drogo temporarily took over command.

"Sauron, contact the City Lord's Mansion and have all the people in the garrison who can still move gather in the slums. My orcs and drow will pick them up there in 20 minutes. If they don't evacuate within that time, I won't be able to help them."

Then he looked at El and said, "Master El, I need you and the other elders to study a plan to control the victims. Panic cannot last too long.

"I, Doudou, and Fulin will quickly suppress the panic in the entire city, leaving a small part of the slums. Then the orc drow and the garrison will screen out the people who have been under the illusion on the streets, and then you will complete the control."

"I understand." The old elf nodded.

As the president of the Mages Guild, Saint El is a good mage with a strong sense of social responsibility.

"Master Owlbear, get ready. I need you to teleport me to a designated location."

What's a bit embarrassing is that both Flynn and Doudou can teleport themselves, but the "unlearned" Drogo can't do it.

"Are you really that Drogo?" Master Owlbear asked belatedly.

"Hahaha, isn't it amazing? What a surprise!" Drogo even had the leisure to make a joke.

Then his true form was revealed.

A hundred years later, the unforeseen natural disaster, the ancient red dragon Drogo, descended upon the Twin Towers again.

(End of this chapter)