Demon King

Ivo was sure that he had never seen a cross-scarred man in the Cold Valley tribe. For a moment, he thought of a lot of things in his mind.

What the village chief said about the secrets of another tribe of mockers, Sandhiti, and why would they follow them with malicious or good intentions?

Ivo looked at the cross-scarred man, and tentatively asked, "Who are you?"

The cross-scarred man folded his arms and restrained his momentum, "Don't worry, we are of the same race, and the impersonator never hurts the same kind."

"How do you call it?"

"You can call me Black Lion."

Ivo could hear that the cross-scar man was reluctant to say his real name, and he nodded, "I am"

"I know who you are, Ivohariken, a young man from the Cold Valley tribe." Black Lion said lightly.

Ivo was taken aback, "Do you know Hangu?!"

"Why can't I know?" Black Lion asked back.

"But we don't know anything about your tribe." Ivo determined that the black lion was a member of another tribe of mockers.

"We are always paying attention to you quietly, but it is a pity that you choose to live in seclusion and escape your mission."

Ivo touched his nose, "Then what are you doing with me?"

There is a trace of complexity in the eyes of the black lion, “Every newborn is the hope of the simulac The mission comes."

"What can you do with me?" Ivo said in a strange tone.

The black lion said with a serious face: "I sincerely invite you to participate in the supreme mission of the Simulator, revenge against this world, subvert all races, and make the world regret everything it has done to us."

Ivo's mouth twitched: "What do you want to do?"

"Go to war with this world!"

After swallowing, Ivo smiled, "This"

The black lion said solemnly: "You have already contacted our plan."

Ivo moved in his heart and took out the brass disc, "You mean Sandhiti?"

The black lion nodded: "In the ruins in every corner of the world, we have stored the materials collected over the past few hundred years. These are our war reserves. The key to the secret lock is the blood of the simulacrum. Ding is scarce, we need a lot of manpower and power to overthrow the whole world. The more prepared we are, the better we can wait for an appropriate time, and we will set off the flames of war and burn the world."

The corners of Ivo’s mouth twitched. The other tribe’s mockers were all fanatical war mads. Ivo was stressed and coughed: "Thank you for your invitation. I need to think about this kind of thing."

Are you kidding me? I just want to pull me into the gang if I just say a few words, when I haven't fooled anyone?

Such a big battle against the world, let's think about it when we grow up.

Seeing Ivo's refusal, the black lion shrugged regretfully, and did not continue the topic.

Ivo thought for a while, and asked: "Which high-level being do you trade vitality with?"

The black lion raised his eyebrows: "We don't need to satisfy the greedy bigwigs. What we have is the resources to make top-notch potions to restore the vitality of newborn babies. A bottle is only about 100 million benas."

Ivo almost squirted his tongue out. He tentatively asked, "I take the liberty to ask, how many treasure houses like Sandhiti do you have?"

The Black Lion frowned and thought, "Dozens."

Real Nima is rich!

The things in Sandhiti are extremely valuable. There are dozens of such treasures. What has their tribe done in the past few hundred years? Has the church been ransacked?

"Where is your tribe, in Friega?"

Black Lion shook his head, "I can't tell you, it's a secret."

"All right."

Shrugging, Ivo looked at the night and asked, "What are your plans now? I don't have what you want here. Do you want to leave?"

The Black Lion shook his head: "I will continue to protect you in secret."

"Why?" Ivo looked surprised, he refused their invitation, and the black lion wanted to stay to protect himself? It feels unreasonable.

The black lion seemed to see through Ivo's thoughts and slowly said: "You are involved in the war. Young is your biggest constraint. Many powerful enemies can threaten your life. The situation is very dangerous. The ethnic group will not stand by. Remember, At all times, the ethnic group is your patron."

This sounded a little moving, and Ivo exhaled and nodded heavily.

"I will watch you in the dark until this war is over." The black lion looked at Ivo, seemingly hesitant to speak, and finally just patted Ivo on the shoulder and turned and disappeared into the night.

Ivo scratched his head, always feeling that the black lion looked at him with an extraordinary kindness, he was shocked, maybe he was attracted to him.

Ivo shuddered and hurriedly left here. There is still a mess in Lima Town waiting for him to clean up. He exposed his heretical identity and has a general plan for the solution to the future, but he is not completely sure. .

The archbishop came suddenly, and he had taken a risk by revealing his identity, and he needed to be taken seriously.

His confidence to expose his identity lies in the fact that the church has evacuated Friega, which can give him a lot of buffer time.

In the distant night, the black lion silently watched Ivo leave, muttering to himself, a cold wind blew by, and the words drifted in the wind, leaving only two vague words.

"younger brother"

An atmosphere of silence enveloped Liema Town, and the destroyed houses were being rushed to repair. The townspeople looked at the direction of the lord’s long house and were silent.

After Ivo came back, he put himself in the room and refused to see anyone. Nafi knocked on the door for ten minutes, but didn't get a response.

Everyone in the town has insomnia tonight.

Anxiety and worry filled their hearts.

What will the lord do? What is the future of Lima Town? Everyone is worried about these two issues.

For those refugees, they do not want to lose a safe haven, but they panic about Ivo's heretical identity.

The idea that the church has instilled in the people for many years is that heresy is evil. In the words of the bard, heresy is a demon that eats raw babies. In the artist's writing, heresy is a deformed monster. In the music of musicians, heresy is heresy. It's a weird and gloomy tune.

Heresy equals evil.

Evil and order are enemies.

The world is the carrier of order.

So heresy is the enemy of the world.

The long night passed, and early the next morning, an order spread throughout the town, requiring all the townspeople to gather in the square.

After breakfast, the square was crowded with people~www.wuxiamtl.com~ bustling with heads moving.

On the high platform of the square, Ivo appeared with a heavy face.

Everyone looked straight.

Ivo looked around, glanced across the faces with different looks, and slowly said: "Something happened last night, I will tell you the truth."

The townsfolk breathed, staring at Ivo, waiting for him to explain that their awe of the lord remained the same, even if Ivo overthrew what he said last night and said that he was not a heresy, they were willing to believe it.

Nafei clenched her sleeve tightly and bit her lip.

"I used to be a real heresy."

There was an uproar.

"Damn heresy! You should be tied to a cross and accept God's verdict!"

There was a sudden roar from the crowd, and an old refugee took off his boots and threw it at Ivo.

To be continued.