Demon King

Ivo shook out more than a dozen ghost clones to block the mob that was besieging, ensuring that his fight with the black-clad man would not be disturbed.

Black armored men only fight with their bodies and combat skills, like warriors, but without war patterns. The body structure of rogues is different from that of ordinary races. It is a racial-specific system, just like werewolves and kinsmen.

Ivo used the second battle pattern to block a sword, and hit the black armored man's waist with a hammer. The black armored man spewed a mouthful of blood mixed with visceral fragments, and his plastron was clearly deflated, but it was very As soon as the blood flowed back into the body, the black-clad man recovered from his injuries, and was alive and well again.

Ivo clearly saw that when he was reborn, the black-armored man's neck was not covered by the black armor with a charcoal-like pattern, that is, the so-called abyssal fire was working.

The two fought fiercely. With his immortal physique, the black-clad man contended Ivo, and even cut Ivo's chest in a counterattack, dripping with blood.

Ivo's face was solemn, turning a blind eye to the wounds, aggressively attacking, and constantly pressing the black armored man to retreat. Gradually, the two of them moved away from the chaotic battlefield and went deep into the mantel.

"You can't kill me!" The black armored man spit out these words coldly.

Ivo gasped slightly, and showed a weird smile when he heard the words, "Ah, I know."

The black-clad man's expression changed, he turned his head suddenly, and saw a huge rift valley a hundred meters away behind him.

The bottomless underground mine of Fireplace!

"You..." The black-clad man's expression changed, and at this moment he understood Ivo's thoughts.

Ivo blocked a sword, put away the warhammer, replaced it with Methos, pierced the black armored man's chest, picked him at the tip of the spear, and pushed him into the rift with strides.

"Don't think about it!" The black-clad man roared, clutching Ivo's arm tightly to prevent Ivo from falling him down the rift.

But Ivo kept walking, leaping into the air, holding the black armored man, and the two fell into the rift together.

The two rolled and fell in the air, and the black-clad man hugged Ivo tightly, trying to drag him to bury him.

After quickly falling for two hundred meters, Ivo resisted the tendency of the fall and looked up, and the sky turned into a thin white line.

Ivo hugged the black-clad man, and the lotus golden light broke out in his arms!

With a bang, the black-clad man was flew out, speeding up and falling down.

Ivo burst into flames and turned into a demon apostle. With the bat wings opened, he suddenly suspended in the air, staring coldly at the falling black-armored man disappearing into the bottomless darkness.

Ivo took a long breath, flapped the bat wings and slowly flew up. When approaching the rift, he put away the demon form, replaced it with a secret gold chain, and climbed onto the ground.

After the black-clad man disappeared, the mob was smashed and slaughtered by the lord's troops. From the afternoon to the dusk, the shouts of killing gradually became thinner. At the end of the battle, the lord's soldiers and dwarves began to sweep the battlefield.

...

In the camp, the lords gathered together, and from time to time they swept the peaceful Ivo with weird eyes. This guy not only called a dragon, but also ruined the immortal black man, who was the biggest contributor to this battle.

The lords were silent. Although they still didn't like Ivo, they couldn't ignore Ivo's strength.

Rael and Sucre were even more happy, and their allies are strong, which is a good thing.

Dopp walked into the camp, his face flushed, and laughed: "Thank you lords for your help."

The lords turned their eyes to the great hero Ivo, implying that he was a role model. Ivo understood their thoughts, cleared his throat, and said: "City Lord Dopp, Fireplace is no longer safe. I sincerely invite you to lead the dwarves. Go to my territory, we have enough strength to protect you."

Lords have a black line in their forehead.

Nima wants to eat alone! Think of us as air? !

"The Purple Shirt Town can also protect dwarves."

"Trust me, only Red Hat Valley can provide protection."

The mantel was severely damaged and very insecure. Dopp thought for a while and decided to move. In order to thank the lords for their assistance, he divided the race into dozens of batches and followed different lords back to the territory. Distributed protection would be safer.

Of course, he was inclined to Ivo in his heart. He personally led dozens of blacksmiths, hundreds of residents and two to three hundred soldiers, and followed Ivo back to Lima Town.

Ivo became the biggest winner of this reinforcement. Although the other lords were a little uncomfortable, there were gains after all. He could only secretly envy and lead the troops back to the territory.

Ivo smiled from ear to ear and came out to support. The team grew more than ten times stronger. The dwarves dragged their families to follow behind. I don’t know how many blacksmiths there were, a hundred dwarven heavy armor guards, and a hundred goats. The knight, and the invisible benefits are greater, all the wealth of the ores, weapons, etc. in the Hearth Keep is carried by Dopp's team. The Hearth Keep is now an empty shell, and these wealth can greatly enrich the warehouse in Lima Town.

No words all the way, return to Lima.

...

late at night.

The cold wind swept across the empty mantelpiece.

A palm wrapped in black armor suddenly climbed to the edge of the rift valley. The black armored man had no expression on his face. It took him half a night to climb to the ground from the bottom of the rift valley hundreds of meters deep.

The abyssal fire gave it immortal life, even if he fell from a high altitude and fell into the flesh, he could be reborn.

The black-clad man was standing on the blood-stained street, and the bodies of many thugs were abandoned in the wilderness. No one was collected, and their deaths were miserable.

The black-clad man stood silently for a while, retrieved his great sword, and walked on the deadly street.

Suddenly, the black-clad man stopped abruptly, looked straight ahead at the darkness, held the big sword in both hands, and entered into a fighting stance.

A plainly dressed man walked out with a cross scar on his left forehead. He looked at the black-clad man lightly, but exuded a strong aura, and the dust around his body was blown away without wind.

Even if the opponent is very strong, the black-clad man is still expressionless, he has the confidence to be immortal, and calmly asked, "Who are you?"

"My fellow clan can't kill you, I'll help him solve the hidden danger." The cross-scar man's tone was cold.

"No one can kill me." The black armored man said lightly.

The cross-scarred man twisted his neck, his body swelled suddenly, burst his clothes, and turned into a terrifying creature tens of meters tall in the night.

This is a huge lion, completely dark, exuding thick black clouds, only a pair of indifferent and cruel eyes, blood-red, the lion mane is dense, like a burning black flame, with three thick tails, and the ends are jet black. The serrated bone knife, a full five or six meters long, shook it flexibly. This giant lion blocked the entire street and looked down indifferently at the black-armored man who was as insignificant as a bug to it.

The black-clad man could no longer remain calm, he shuddered, an incredible expression appeared on his face, and he roared in amazement: "Three black flame lions?!"

Three-tailed black flame lion, creature of the abyss!

The black armored man turned around and ran, and the three black flame lions swiftly threw out, stomping the black armored man under the huge soles of his feet, revealing only one head.

The three-tailed black flame lion opened its huge mouth, and the indescribable darkness spread out. The black-clad man was terrified, but could not break free.

The darkness of the abyss!

Enough to extinguish a trace of fire on him!

Darkness spread to the black armored man, the black armored man struggled to a halt, his expression solidified on his face, the whole person quickly withered, water and blood quickly drained, and turned into a black corpse that looked like withered wood. The claws were crushed into dry residue and never recovered this time.

The giant lion shrank and recovered, and the cross-scarred man turned his head and left, as if he had done a trivial thing.

...

In the north, a small village is being looted by the northern orcs, and the crying and the rough roar of the orcs are mixed into the music of war.

A cavalry regiment of hundreds of people rushed into the village and charged with lances, stabbing to death one by one the northern orcs, and some of the cavalry were dragged off their horses and hacked to death by the orcs.

The armor lining of this cavalry is embroidered with the pattern of a lance, which is a unit of the lancer regiment.

After a long time, the battle ended.

The blood ran down the lance, dripping to the ground.

This group of northern orcs was wiped out.

For the rest of their lives, the villagers cried bitterly, and still kept their senses, they stepped forward to thank the cavalry.

Captain Caesar took off his helmet, wiped the blood on his face, glanced at the destroyed village, and asked the village leader: "What are your plans?"

The village chief said tremblingly: "Lasses is over, we are ready to flee to the Guishuang Kingdom in the east."

Caesar frowned~www.wuxiamtl.com~ coldly said: "Lasses has not yet been subjugated!"

The villagers looked sad and shook their heads.

"The king is gone, the king is also missing, and Lasses is not saved."

"There are enemies everywhere, no place is safe."

Caesar put it back on and said lightly: "Those who ravage our country will pay a thousand times the price. As long as there is one Lasses dead, the country will not die!"

Caesar slapped his horse forward and led the team to the next village in a hurry.

Soldiers are never lost.

The suffering of the country will only ignite the anger of the soldiers.

Before the enemy who invaded the country pays the price of blood, all the legions of Lasses will not stop resisting.

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