Although not everyone knew who he was, they could feel he existed in their world as when they prayed—his presence was closer than ever.
Zell's wings fluttered with his eyes locking onto every orc that seed to pose a major threat to the won below—even if it was only the chance one would get wounded or defeated, and he wouldn't take a risk.
This didn't include Alria, Yanfra and her sister, as he felt their power and knew they could probably take all the orcs once easily.
'Alria lacks stamina but is stronger than you would expect.'
As Alria moved forwards toward the orcs charging straight towards them without fear, Zell swayed his left arm through the air, the black gauntlet shimring as countless flaming spears and icicles ford, more than fifty centitres long, so even more as he pointed down.
His spell targeted those problematic orcs. The orcs carrying armour-piercing shields with higher defences and archers hiding in trees were hit—it surprised the Orcs as no Elf should know how to chantless weaving.
Their patron was a demon who swore to help them grow into the greatest tribe of orcs no matter what.
Thus giving them a magic detecting tool that all orcs carried to resist the elven magic, yet... with a howling scream, Zell's magic rained down onto them like a judgnt of god.
'These damn monsters; I will erase your lust,' Thought Zell with rage brewing within him as he watched orcs approaching slowly—so charred from fire while others impaled from his ice magic, a look of confusion and fear lingering in their corpses as though asking 'how'.
The orcs who survived charged with panic clear as day. But before they reached ten ters near Alria, an elven boar charged forward with her shield held high and a powerful elven spear locked into place using her hips.
BOOM!!
Her shield impacted the closest orc, sending a shockwave of mana rippling as her feet anchored firmly into the ground, breaking away earth and dirt—its cracks echoed deeply like thunder as Alria followed through with a piercing thrust aid at another orc because the one hit by her shield was now a pile of dead mush with crushed bones.
In comparison, Alria's tits wobbled slightly, causing pain due to her binding them. The orc blocked but staggered before dying to a follow-up slash after a few more strikes.
Yanfra cast magical barriers covering as many female elves as possible, stopping arrows from raining from afar, except for Zell casting tens upon hundreds of fiery and icy javelins—these descended rapidly, killing three dozen orcs before most took cover and dodged with ease.
Elven won quickly reacted and grouped, forming a defensive position as Lusia kept many spells, from healing to enhancing their defence and power. Still, the key spell was her blackthorns that were resistant to fire—due to her being the priestess of a dragon, all spells now resisted or were immune to fire, nullifying the weakness of her roots.
However, she still didn't show it—many elves believed blackthorns were unique to her.
Yet a sudden cry alerted Zell as he turned to see so orcs managing to penetrate their lines and approach the weaker won. Alria glanced over but didn't leave her spot due to understanding Alria trusted him to protect them.
With a grin, Zell appeared like a flash before the orcs as they tried grabbing at an elven girl, but Zell pierced their chests before tossing them away carelessly; the girls froze in surprise before noticing who rescued them and thanked Zell earnestly with blushing faces and starry eyes.
Yanfra and Yinfra didn't fight directly because Zell told them only to help support the Elves, who needed to learn to fight and survive these dangerous tis.
He couldn't change that alone, so he tried only to remove the things that would crush them without question to help the elves other than its leaders and strongest warriors get so more experience and training.
It would take ti, thus he didn't mind helping them all slowly grow.
"Hmm?"
Zell noticed sothing in the distance as his wings fluttered, elevating him higher, now a re spec for most won.
As he watched the horizon, a village entered his eyes with a huge demon in the centre, three horns and a bulking body shouting and screaming. Many dead humans and other race won were lying on the ground in a horrific state with deplorable wounds.
'You filth never change...'
"Since you are a strength type, let's see if you notice this in ti."
Zell pointed his palms towards the village, pressing the base of each hand together, as the crackling of Anima began to swarm from his body, swirling into a bloody red storm of flas that began to form a vortex, gathering more Anima than necessary.
Once done, he spread his hands wide, a huge ball of unstable and crackling flas that burned even the atmosphere, as he closed them against condensing it into a smaller sphere no larger than an eyeball before pointing his left palm towards the orc village and releasing it!
⟪Anima Flare⟫
BOOooooOOOOoooom!!!!!!
It was a pillar of blood-red death—no other way to describe it. Upon impact, the entire village evaporated instantly—only dust remaining before scattering in the wind.
Even nearby orcs heading this way were consud by its intensity as any souls were collected.
Yanfra and Yinfra glanced his way, with the battle suddenly stopping, as the ground began to shake like an earthquake, many trees creaking and almost tumbling down due to the force rippling beneath them.
Zell descended from the skies majestically—his eyes were solemn—in the past, he might have held back and left the village standing or the threat alive.
However, he could not do that. It was not the ti to allow these things to exist and endanger his won and future subjects, especially these elves, who helped unlock many of his mories due to the ritual that Lusia and his two cute maids perford.
Riril and ril stood beside Lusia, watching the handso Zell step forward towards them before he offered his hands to them.
"Do you want to co with to serve like you promised?" Asked Zell with a serious and calm expression, showing he had accepted their request in the past but felt it was too early—because back then he didn't have the sa resolve or thoughts, but now it had changed.
Riril and ril trembled with excitent flowing within them, nodding their heads profusely as Zell smiled faintly before drawing them closer, placing his hands around them gently and touching their soft lips, kissing them deeply to strengthen their pact and accept them fully as subordinates—and lovers.
Their tongues intertwined, allowing saliva to gather while his Anima seeped into them, changing their bodies with greater effect than before, causing their cute mouths to moan into his mouth.
Zell didn't take his ti and started to improve them imdiately, strengthening their bodies, minds and souls, but their sexual desires would beco more than before; even Riril and ril's minds clouded with lustful desires before parting.
"Then join Yanfra and Yinfra over there—we will leave soon," Ordered Zell with a commanding yet soothing voice.
He looked at Alria and Lusia, who looked at him with gaping mouths, seeing him kiss the two maids so passionately, and the powerful aura that pulsated from his body even made them wet... Making them envious and wondering how much pleasure the girls kissed felt.
"Lusia, have you seen any dragons? A blue and red dragon, to be precise." Questioned Zell calmly, seemingly ignoring everything else.
Lusia shook her head, aning she hadn't seen or felt them, "I will leave scouts here, informing if anything cos. Are they enemies or..."
Zell looked down at the small elven queen with a bitter look. "They are my future wives and family. The red dragon was at the eting—she is called Garnet, while the Blue dragon is gentle, soothing and called Collete—though she was at the eting, I doubt you saw her."
He placed his hand on Lusia and Alria's foreheads and showed images of them—
however, they were both lewd because they were the most intense ones he had of them.
"If you find either of them, please tell . I will reward you with whatever you desire." Finished Zell before turning and walking away.
Alria blushed madly as though steam blew out of her ears while Lusia shuddered in excitent—the dragon lord would grant their wish, no matter how depraved?
***
As they moved away, Yanfra and Yinfra looked at Zell's back, feeling he had changed from the naive boy.
The mont he unleashed his Anima Flare without even checking the village, it caused their hearts to tremble with worry he might have beco more demonic.
However, they realised this wasn't the case as his gentle eyes looked towards the weakest elves wounded with a look of worry.
He did that to protect the elves, even if they weren't his won.
"Haaa..." Both sighed deeply before glancing at Riril and ril.
The two arrived while holding hands, wearing maid dresses fit for a dragon lord.
Their eyes glazed and filled with love before they grabbed Zell's arms gently—both had cute blushes on their faces, as ril was always shy.
Zell chuckled before grasping their soft hands that lacked calluses; instead, they were as smooth as silk, but the grip held imnse strength that would put Alria to sha, signalling they gained enormous strength from his boon but hid it well under their soft and gentle guise.
Now, they would head to the east to visit Chris and Esra, his wife.
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