Demon Hunter and His Hut

"laugh!"

The light green blood splattered, but Patrick did not dodge, allowing the blood to spill on his clothes.

"It's a peculiar race. The blood is mixed with the fragrance of green grass. Some of them have very unique flavors. It makes me think that killing them is a waste."

Patrick murmured to himself.

Surrounded by the corpses of dragon elves, this peace-loving and art-loving race suffered **** suppression.

Patrick's feet were soaked with blood, but he still waved his weapon expressionlessly.

"Master Patrick, let's get out of here as soon as possible." A leader of Long Tiewei stepped forward to remind.

"This is Bissal. Some people say that every plant and every green grass is a child of the Elf King, so sooner or later everything that happens here will be known to them."

"Unless we can find a place that is not covered by grass."

Talking Long Tiewei looked worried, "After all, the Elf King is also a Tier 5 Transcendent."

"No need to."

Patrick shook his head. Since his father had made a promise, he would never break his promise. The Silver Dragon clan had jurisdiction over the entire territory.

Erez has a special way to get here in a short time.

In addition, he has killed all the dragon elves in the blockade area. Even if it is really like the leader said, it will take some time for the Elf King to react.

This time difference is enough.

As he was talking, a transparent beam of light in the sky reached the ground, and the surrounding temperature plummeted. In the area, a thin layer of frost was attached to the surface of all plants.

The strong wind swept across, and the frost-shrouded plants turned into fine pieces of ice and snow drifted away with the wind.

The beam of light disappeared, and a handsome man with silver hair and silver pupils appeared in the center.

"Mr. Dvor?"

Patrick looked surprised, and then he seemed to think of something, and waved his hand to make the surrounding Dragon Tiewei retreat.

"Lord Dragon King has more important things to deal with, so he sent me to leave the northern border in person. What is the name of the guy who is with Prince Kenneth?"

"Roger." Patrick replied.

"A ring sealer, as long as I find him, I will take care of it myself. As for Prince Kenneth, I will leave it to you."

Hearing Dvor's words, Patrick's eyes flickered. Dvor is powerful. He is not a pure-blooded silver dragon family, but from the Frost City. He is the youngest dragon king in the history of the ice dragon.

Almost only stayed in the Northern Binglan City, rarely went out, and did not expect to appear here.

Patrick was speculating about the relationship between him and Erez, but he heard Dvor say, "I'm just here to kill, and the rest won't bother."

Obviously, Dvor should know something, Patrick quickly converged and nodded slowly.

"The access to the outside world has been closed. Since that guy is hiding on Bissal, the next thing is much simpler."

"We just need to find him."

While talking, Dvor suddenly raised his head, his eyes shot sharply, looking somewhere in the sky.

"Fortunately, the way to find that guy is here."

In the second place, the surrounding plants seemed to be infused with infinite vitality and grew wildly. The thick trunks were entangled together and condensed into an old face.

"Dvor from the north, and Patrick, the son of the saint, the whole Bisar is willing to welcome your arrival with the whole family."

"If there is any negligence or overstepping, please make it clear that as the Elf King, I will give a fair ruling!"

Speaking of this, the face made of trees and vines suddenly roared.

"But I don't allow it, and don't allow anyone to slaughter my people at will!"

"Even if it is the will of the Dragon King, at least give me a fair reason, otherwise I will do everything possible to contact Lord Emil and let him make a ruling."

"I haven't seen you for many years, it's still the same." Dvor shook his head casually.

"Duilio, just killed some insignificant guys. This is a small mistake. Any battle will kill you."

"Now I need your help. A dangerous guy is hiding on Bissal. I hope you can help me find him."

"As for the argument, what kind of argument do you hope to get?"

Dvor raised his brows slightly, "If you want, I can invite you to the north. You can write down how many people died here, and I will let you kill enough there."

"So, are you satisfied?"

Dvor's voice was cold, and his words made people shudder even more.

The angry expression of the elf king gradually disappeared. He understood Dvor, this was a guy who was as cold as the ice of the abyss.

Make promises, be cruel to yourself, to others...

"Now can we talk about business?"

It seemed that he didn't care how much shock his proposal would bring, Dvor's face was relaxed, and his approach made the Elf King unable to cope.

"I am different from you. I want justice and reason, not like you..."

"double!"

Dvor's tone was relaxed.

"You butcher, not everyone is like you."

"three times!"

There was no change in the expression on Dvor's face.

"Get out of here, get me out of here!"

The face of the Elf King changed drastically, "Bissal doesn't welcome you."

As he said, he turned his gaze to Patrick.

"As the son of the saint, I am disappointed for Lord Emil, what a brilliant and righteous man, and these advantages are in you, I have not seen at all."

Patrick's face was gloomy, but the Elf King was a real fifth-order transcendent after all, and it seemed that he was about to condense the ring of rules long ago.

So in the face of this accusation, Patrick can only grit his teeth at best, with a vague anger flashing in his eyes but he dare not refute it face to face.

Although his apparent identity is noble, he is still respected by power in the transcendent world.

"Get out of here!"

The trees next to it were recombined to form a retro wooden gate.

"The matter will not end there."

The Elf King issued the final eviction order, but neither Patrick nor anyone moved half a step.

"Duilio, I'm very patient and reasonable."

Dvor said slowly.

"People are dead here, and now I am willing to take responsibility for everything that happens here..." He shook his head slowly.

"But I am very disappointed, you are still as stubborn as before."

"I want to find a Ring Sealer named Roger, and it's fast... I heard that the dragon elves can sense the surrounding plants. I think you should be able to help a lot with this issue."

"I said, leave!"

"This is Bisar...!" The Elf King roared angrily, but before he could finish his words, a huge frosty palm fell from the sky.

boom!

The earth shook, and the old face split instantly.

"I only ask once."

A weird silver light shot from Dvor's pupils, "How many people die before you are willing to help?"

"Think carefully before answering, because next time you will never see this corpse."

Dvor was expressionless, his life seemed to be only a number in his eyes.

"Are you threatening me?!"

The old faces reunited.

Obviously, the Elf King himself did not rush to, and only his incarnation or projection of consciousness appeared here.

"You know me."

Dvor lifted his slender, pale palm.

"I can only do things and never threaten anyone."

The earth shook and the soil rolled, and the surrounding plants seemed to be irritated wildly.

But after a while, the old face calmed down unwillingly.

He knows Dvor.

The spread of this man's reputation is not only because of his strength, but also his coldness.

Dragons are a powerful race with a long life.

To become the youngest king of a race, not only requires perfect background and qualifications, but more importantly, opportunities.

Unless there are very special circumstances, every dragon king will choose to abdicate when his successor reaches its peak.

The reason why Dvor can become the youngest ice dragon king.

That's because he slaughtered the entire Ice Dragon royal family.

No one knows how he did it. In short, everyone was dead, and he was the only one who survived.

"I will help you find him and leave Bissal immediately after doing what you should do!"

In the end, the Elf King made a compromise.

This is his hometown, with the support of the whole world, his strength will be maximized.

But wearing a crown on his head will surely bear its weight and fulfill its responsibilities.

That is strength and shackles.

In the face of a cruel guy like Dvor, he has no choice.

"It's reasonable."

Dvor nodded.

"Go and do what you should do, and wait for your news."

The Elf King’s anger had nowhere to vent, and disappeared as soon as the conversation ended.

Patrick stood behind Dvor. He thought of the horrible legend about this man. Judging from the current situation, the terrible massacre might have his father's shadow.

"When can I be so strong?!"

There was a sigh in his heart, but soon he thought of his situation.

"That Roger is very strong."

He couldn't help but reminded.

After all, for special reasons, he concealed some truth from Ellis, and it was obviously Roger that killed the three bone guards with a destructive force.

But in his narration, it was three bone guards who fought hard to resist, defeating Roger at the expense of themselves.

So he is inevitably a little worried at this time.

"Ok."

After hearing what he said, Dvor just hummed and stopped speaking.

It wasn't until a while later that Dvor seemed to recover from his thoughts and turned to look at Patrick.

"Don't worry, I am stronger."

"After entering Tier 5, you will understand that it is the same link, but the gap between them is huge."

"At this stage, I am basically invincible."

"So you don't have to worry at all."

Dvor's words reveal infinite confidence.

The anxiety on Patrick's face quickly disappeared.

Not because he believed Dvor's words credulously, but because he trusted his father more than Dvor.

Even if the information is biased, the decision made by the father must be correct.

"Let's go, get out of here." Dvor said suddenly.

"Where to go?" Patrick was puzzled.

"Go to the Wizard City."

"I want to see me appear there, Duilio's movements should be much faster."

Patrick quietly looked at Dvor's back, this guy's brutality is really unforgettable.

Of course he is qualified to do so.

For the first time, Tricker felt that power is the root of everything compared to the crown and the position.

...

In the emerald-colored palace, an old-faced man let out a tired breath.

For the dragon elves, when the power reaches a certain level, both men and women will no longer age.

In other words, there are no old people in this race.

The Elf King may be the only one.

No one knows the reason for his old age.

"Your speed is too slow."

Dvor's voice suddenly sounded.

"I have already done my best."

"Is that your excuse?"

There seemed to be a cold wind blowing in the palace, and there was an indescribable mockery in the voice.

"It's no wonder that after so many years, you have not yet become a ring sealer."

"You have too many worries, and there are too many things you can't let go of."

Dvor said slowly.

"But I have maintained the prosperity of Bisar for a thousand years."

The Elf King looked proud.

"Ah."

Dvor lightly snorted, "If you work harder and become a Ring Sealer, or go further, then things now won't happen."

"In Bisal, you are qualified to say no to me."

Slowly shook his head.

"I hate the dampness and warmth here, which makes my patience reach its limit."

"If I accidentally freeze a city, don't be surprised, I would like to use three cities to compensate you."

"You lunatic!"

The Elf King gritted his teeth.

"I can only determine a rough area where the energy is abnormal. It seems to be a lack."

"But it may just be a coincidence."

"If you can't wait, you can see for yourself."

The Elf King is not very sure.

As soon as his words fell, the cold in the palace quickly subsided, and then the plants infested by the frost died one after another.

"This terrible guy." The Elf King looked jealous.

This is the rule that his palace naturally covers him, but even so, Dvor can still easily affect those plants and kill them.

At the same time, in an unknown place, Roger pushed open the stone gate and came to the open space outside.

A huge sarcophagus was placed in the center of the room behind him, and the bottom of the coffin seemed to grow from the ground.

Naturally placed inside is Kenneth, who is fused with power.

Some time has passed, and Kenneth's fusion is coming to an end, and it's time to leave.

In addition to helping Kenneth integrate his power during this period, Roger was not idle, basically controlling the surge of power.

He seems to be just an ordinary ring sealer on the face of it now, but if someone takes it lightly because of this.

That Roger would give the other party an unexpected surprise. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

At this moment, the expression on Roger's face moved slightly, and he raised his head, and there was a crackling sound in the air not far away.

Then a piece of space was covered by frost, and then, a palm stained with icy debris appeared out of thin air, then the space was broken, and a voice came.

"Good luck, you are actually hiding here."

Roger squinted his eyes, and the guy in front of him was much better than the three trash he had dealt with before.

"Roger?"

Roger nodded.

Dvor smiled, "Very good."

"This way you won't kill the wrong thing."

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