Demon King

The dungeon was gloomy and damp, with only the flickering torches illuminating the narrow aisles, and every cell was so dark that it was indistinctly painted, with only vague silhouettes lying or sitting, muddy breathing sounds one after another, and the corners rustled. Hey, maybe it's a few small mice coming up, or maybe a slapped spider is making a web.

Except for food delivery, the jailer will not come near any cell. Inside are a group of fierce guys, some of the northern orcs, some of the heretics, and some of the thugs. Although the hands and feet are shackled, the brutal and cruel aura is Every time the jailer walks in the aisle of the dungeon, the cruel gaze projected from the cells on both sides is like a knife hanging in front of the eyeball. Just walk around, and the jailer will sweat all over his body.

Ivo walked into the dungeon, and the jailer followed respectfully.

The prisoners in the cells on both sides focused on Ivo, freeing up his brutal aura and putting pressure on Ivo.

Although not mainly targeted by the prisoners' aura, the jailer was shocked and his teeth trembled.

Ivo frowned and let go of his aura. The powerful aura swept through the dungeon and crushed the aura of the prisoners. The prisoners' aura was stagnant, and the cell was rustling. I don’t know how many people fell and the prisoners strayed. Opened his eyes.

As soon as the aura was released, it stunned the restless prisoners. Ivo's face was as usual. These prisoners are just small characters and can't affect him. On the contrary, the jailer is light, no pressure, and can't help being in awe.

The deepest part of the dungeon was the single-person cell that Ivot specially ordered to Evel, which was tightly sealed.

The jailer opened the door of the cell with the key, and the smell of decay came on his face.

The torch was lit, and there was a dark brick cell in front of him. There was nothing in the room, only the cold ground. Alville was sitting against the wall, his hands and feet were in shackles, and his long red hair was still bright and dazzling. She opened her eyes and stared at Ivo coldly, silent.

Ivo didn't care about the look in her eyes, and said, "How's your stay, comfortable?"

"..." Aiville was silent for a while, and said coldly: "If you are here to ridicule me as a winner and satisfy your inner joy, I will be disappointed in your temperament."

"I really don't mean it." Ivo shrugged. "You are valuable. Of course I have to be nice to you."

Iver frowned. Since she was locked up here by Ivo, she has tried every means to know the situation outside. The jailer got Ivo's order and was kind to her and told her the situation.

After knowing that she had fallen into Ivo’s hands, Iver’s heart was cold. She knew that the relationship between Ivo and the kingdom of Lasses was very close, not a real aristocracy, and the relationship was still not good, Ivo might not care. The life and death of those noble hostages, she was not sure that Ivo would negotiate with Barea for a hostage exchange, and she was always worried.

But what Ivo expressed now seems to be to negotiate with Barea.

"What do you want me to do?" Aiville's tone was low, and people had to bow their heads under the eaves.

Ivo touched his chin and didn't answer. He looked up and down at Ivoire as if he had seen a treasure, his eyes lighted slightly, smiled, and he turned to leave, leaving Ivoire in a daze, not understanding Ivo's intentions.

Leaving the dungeon, Ivo looked happy, and he saw great benefits from Elvir.

A stone slammed on the boot, Ivo lowered his head, the stone rolled slowly, and slightly jumped, he raised his head, and the black lion did not know when he appeared in front of him.

The ground was shaking slightly.

"You noticed it?"

"Yeah." Ivo nodded, and walked out of the town with the black lion.

When he arrived at the gate of the town, Gavin chased after him panting, and hurriedly said: "Lord Lord, urgent information, someone smashed through the gate and came straight to the town."

"I know." Ivo had already guessed who it was. "I'll go to deal with him."

Ivo and the black lion walked out of town, calm and composed.

Gavin was anxious for a while, when Xinying sent new information, he unfolded a look, and his heart missed a beat in an instant.

The intelligence says the identity of the enemy-"Heavy Mountain" Mosek!

Level 11 strong!

Gavin was almost scared to death, and hurried back to the lord's longhouse to gather all the high-levels at the fastest speed.

Mantel Dwarf City Lord Dopp murmured: "How many lives will it take to pile up an eleventh-level strong?"

No one can answer this question.

Without a word, Rod went straight out to assemble the guards. Stonehoof, like him, summoned the mercenaries of the hurricane group and set off quickly.

Old Cody slumped in his chair, praying to the gods.

Nafi bit her lip and ran directly to Nebuldan, who was resting in the town. She wanted to ride a dragon to rescue Ivo.

...

In the depths of the dungeon, Elvell suddenly felt something and found that the ground was shaking slowly.

She was stunned, and suddenly burst into laughter, extremely proud.

"Without Donald, how do you block Mosek?" Alvear said to himself, "I'm free."

...

Mosec rode his horse forward on the plain, and the defensive gate that was knocked down by him behind him got farther and farther. The bodies of more than one hundred guards lay messily under the long wall. Mosec had no intention of entanglement, otherwise he would die. There will be more soldiers.

Every time the black dragon blood warhorse steps on the ground, it can cause an astonishing momentum like a small earthquake, at an extremely fast speed.

Soon, Mosek saw the outline of Lima Town from a distance.

Two figures appeared in front of him, one was Ivo and the other was a guy Mosek didn't know, with a cross scar on his forehead.

Ivo's tone was calm, "It really is you."

Mosek was silent, the horse seemed to understand his mind, and began to sprint faster, like a black thunder, with horses hoofs flying, debris splashing, and a long dust dragon behind him, Mosek He leveled his lance and pointed it at Ivo far away.

The ultimate holy light is condensed on the lance, and the strength of the heraldic knight is unreserved. Mosek will kill Ivo with a single blow!

Ivo's glasses didn't blink, ignoring Mosec who rushed in front of him, staring blankly at the tip of the gun.

Time seemed to slow down, the four-meter-long lance approached his eyeballs inch by inch, and energetically scraped spiral soil marks on the ground~www.wuxiamtl.com~The lord's cloak was fluttered and fluttered by the spreading wind.

Killing intent, indifference, and aura, everything is fixed on a rough palm.

This hand grasped the lance, and the tip of the gun was only the last ten centimeters away from Ivo's eyeballs, motionless.

"boom!"

The aftermath of the lance seemed to be a storm, and the surrounding ground instantly cracked. Ivo's lord's cloak lifted backwards as if it had been straightened, and it took three seconds to slowly fall.

Ivo tilted his head and said to the black lion who was holding the lance: "Thank you."

The black lion nodded and let go of his lance. Mosek took a few steps back on his horse, looking down at the black lion, and said solemnly, "Who are you?"

The black lion did not answer, his body swelled.

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