Demon King

How strong are the adult mimics?

Ivo couldn't see the end of the Simulator's potential. He only swallowed his blood for the first time, and he had the potential to surpass most geniuses. Then what height would he reach the second and third time?

The simulacrum is a war machine in the dark age, and can even reverse large-scale wars.

Top ten?

That's just the lowest level of the Simulator!

What unfolded in front of him was a one-to-one battle. There was no aftermath and no energy. All the power that escaped was firmly locked by the black lion.

The black lion and the hill-like knight, the unknown strength and the eleventh-level heraldic knight clash.

Every silent impact beats the drum in Ivo's heart, like a dangerous mime.

Ivo murmured: "It's...horrible."

...

Rod led thousands of guards from Lima Town to support the lord with the mercenaries of the hurricane regiment led by Stonehoof.

Nafei sat Nebuldan in the air, looking for Ivo. She soon discovered the pitted battlefield, and her worries rose to the fullest point, urging the Frost Dragon to land.

After Nebuldan stopped, Nafi hurriedly jumped down and ran to Ivo, who was facing her back. After only a few steps, she stopped and looked at the center of the battlefield with disbelief.

Rod and Stonehoof and a large number of soldiers from Liema Town arrived. When they were preparing to fight, they saw the scene in the field, and their fighting spirit was extinguished like cold water, and they were shocked and stunned. Look at the scene in front of you.

Mosec was half kneeling on the ground, and his hill-like figure made Mosec as tall as Ivo even if he was kneeling.

Mosek held the lance and plunged the lance into the soil. His breastplate was deeply sunken. The blood quickly flowed from the broken pieces of armor and dripped to the ground, turning into a pool of blood, like a burly body. A dead rock, without the sound of a heartbeat.

11th-level heraldic knight, guardian of the Barea royal family, "heavy mountain" Mosek, died in battle!

Eyes converged on Ivo, the lord's cloak drifted slowly in the spring cold wind, and Ivo's back was straight as pine.

Ivo is the only one in the field.

"This is...what's going on?!" Rod said in amazement.

It was difficult for everyone to understand. Although they knew that Ivo was strong, their opponent was a level 11 strong. They couldn't believe that Ivo killed Mosec.

Ivo waved his hand and said, "Move his body down and save it."

After swallowing, Rod woke the stunned guards, obeyed the order, and removed Mosek's body.

Nafi stepped forward, her eyes worried and complicated, "Are you okay?"

Ivo smiled, "The problem is solved, don't worry."

Nafi nodded, hesitated to speak, and wanted to ask Ivo how to do it, but she knew that Ivo would tell her if she wanted to, so she tightened her lips without asking much, in fact she could guess Probably, there must be other strong people standing behind Ivo, acting as a guard. She didn't know how many secrets Ivo had kept from her, she didn't ask.

Ivo made him feel more and more unfathomable.

After everyone was gone, the black lion reappeared.

Ivo took a deep look at Black Lion, and he felt that Black Lion was equally unfathomable, just as others felt about him.

Black Lion took out a communication badge and tossed it to Ivo, "If there is a danger in the future, use this to contact me. I will not leave until the war is over."

"It looks like you are quite free." Ivo put away the badge.

"War is full of opportunities. In addition to protecting you, I also shoulder the mission of collecting treasures. Although we have dozens of secret treasure vaults, the more wealth the better."

"Do you need me to provide some?" Ivo asked.

"No, you don't have enough resources for self-sufficiency." Black Lion is merciless.

Ivo scratched his head in embarrassment. He was preparing to build the city, and his resources were indeed a bit tight.

Black Lion didn't like to talk more, so he turned around and left after a few words.

...

Iver waited silently, time passed by, and the expectation in her eyes gradually dimmed.

The food delivery port under the door opened, and a simple rye bread with clear water was delivered.

Aivel's gaze focused numbly on the food, his eyes look like a dead lake.

Everything is calming down.

The last trace of luck in her heart disappeared.

...

The death of Mosek caused violent turmoil in the top of Barea.

The call for negotiation is getting louder and louder. The main battle group headed by Iver is silent, and the old and frail King of Barea tends to negotiate. He wants to exchange his captured daughter back, and the order is passed to the front line. An envoy was sent to contact King Lasses, but was told that Iver was a prisoner of Ivo.

The king of Barea hurriedly contacted the envoy to Ivo, but was refused entry to the Harriken line because he was worried about the killer, making the king of Barea very anxious.

Ivo's attitude is uncertain, hanging the heart of King Barea.

Time passed and March entered, and the war in Lasses entered a long period of stalemate.

...

A child was running on the street. He was wearing a plain linen cotton-padded coat, and his messy linen curly hair flicked as he ran. He crossed a few streets, entered the doorway of a stone alley next to the market, and trot forward in the dark market corridor.

The structure of the town is complex, and the market corridors are as complicated as the maze, extending in all directions, reaching different streets, and there are some homeless people asleep inside.

The child passed the tramp who was sleeping in cotton clothes and came to a corner with candles. In the dim candlelight, he could see a table in the corner, covered with dust.

The child took out a crumpled piece of paper from his arms, put it on the table, and blew out the candle. There was darkness and silence all around, except for the breathing of a tramp.

In the darkness, one hand patted the child on the shoulder, and put a few Benas coins and some sweets in the child's hand. The child was paid and left happily.

After a while, the candle was lit again, the paper on the table was gone, and a sleeping tramp was missing in the corner.

The crumpled paper was tossed around, passed through several channels, and came to a beautiful white phoebe wooden table with bright lights in the room.

There are more than a dozen such crumpled papers on the table.

This is Gavin’s room~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Gavin read all the papers, sorted out the contents above, copied a copy, went to the lord’s longhouse, and handed it to Ivo.

These are all intelligence, ranging from news about the war to the content of a certain conversation of a certain townsman.

This is the intelligence network of the hurricane regiment.

The war is full of opportunities. Numerous refugees from Lasses gather in the territory, dragons and snakes are mixed, and the hurricane regiment infiltrates and trains intelligence personnel in the dark. It is like a kneaded fishing net. Once the war is over and the refugees leave, this fishing net will be spread all over the area. Hokuriku.

The information stated that nobles from all over Lasses sent envoys to the Harriken line. These nobles have one thing in common, and their relatives have been captured in Barea.

Ivo hummed a little song, "The fish has taken the bait."

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