Demon King

The negotiation site was on a plain fifty miles away from Dragonmaw Fortress, which stipulated that the three parties could only bring a limited number of entourages and soldiers. ★く√★くく★

As the negotiation day approaches, the atmosphere in the Dragonmaw Fortress of Ivo is becoming more and more panic. The future of the kingdom is determined by negotiation. Everyone is looking forward to and worried about the future direction.

Even the envoys of the mission could not help being nervous. Seven and Donald were okay. The Marquis of Beverly locked himself in the room. Andrew got drunk anxiously every day. He also liked to get Ivo with him. Ivo went there. After two times, I was determined not to go for the third time. Every time two barrels of wine were down, Andrew held him and cried and screamed. His nose and tears covered Ivo's sleeve. Every time Ivo couldn't bear to beat him. He fainted and threw it back to the room.

Ivo understood it. Andrew just wanted to find someone to place his drunk himself, so that he was speechless, so he would not say anything next time.

Compared with these nervous people, Ivo is very relaxed, his Haryken line of defense in the war position is natural, there is no pressure.

In the tense atmosphere, the negotiation day finally arrived.

The weather on this day was very good, the sun was shining, and there was no cloud in the sky. It was a good day for negotiations.

The Lasses mission was preparing to leave at the gate of the fortress, and Sivin III looked around and said in amazement: "Why is I missing someone? Where did Ivo go?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"I do not know."

"I haven't seen him since this morning."

"By the way, his dragon is gone."

A soldier hurried over, holding a note in his hand, "Your Majesty, this is a message from Lord Ivo."

Seventh III took the note, glanced at it, his brows stretched out, "It's okay, don't wait for him, let's go out first."

The Lasses mission went to the negotiation site.

At this time, Ivo was sitting on the back of the dragon, and Nebuldan was soaring in the high clouds.

Thousands of meters below is the negotiation site, Ivo looked down below, patrolling the terrain.

After the strengthening of the needle, his five senses acuity has been doubled several times, he can penetrate the clouds and fog, and clearly see the ground.

Iwobi left the mission ahead of schedule. In order to ride the dragon to explore the negotiation site and prevent the other two countries from being wicked, he set up an ambush. He left a note explaining his movement so that the mission did not have to wait for him.

Be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years, the more you need to be cautious as the war comes to an end.

There were no ambushes for ten miles around the negotiation site, which proved that Barea and Renault had a sincere attitude in the negotiation.

Three teams advancing from different directions appeared in the line of sight. They were the negotiation missions of the three countries. From a high altitude, they looked like ants. Ivo was about to fly down to meet, and a group of sneaky shadows appeared on the edge of the line of sight.

...

Given the **** of Shay’s left hand, he carefully pressed the blindfold covering his left eye and walked slowly. Behind him was a dozen people in gray hooded gowns, including men and women, fat and thin. They were moving forward. The only way for the Seth Mission.

The excitement on Shay's face was hard to suppress, and the flames of revenge burned in his heart. He escaped from the Purple Feather Flower Legion and stepped into the taboo heretical realm. He always had only one purpose-to avenge the Purple Feather Flower Legion Commander, the Duke of Beverly.

Shay was once the vanguard of the Purple Feather Flower Legion, but now he is a heresy. The men and women behind him are his subordinates, a group of weak heretics. Shay actually doesn’t appreciate their meager strength, but his left eye ability is released. Time is very long, and the cannon fodder to delay time is essential.

The change in the left eye is the power Shay draws from evil. He has great confidence in his left eye, and it is also his reliance on revenge against Beverly.

Shay was dissatisfied with the team's progress, frowning and shouting: "All go faster!"

A man and a woman walked side by side at the end of this heretical team. Wearing a hood, they couldn't see their looks. The two were brothers and sisters. Among them, the brother whispered: "Sister, Shay boss is going to die. We can't follow him."

The younger sister said in a sad tone, "But Ji Wen's left eye is too terrible. Last time the yellow heresy saw Ji Wen's left eye, it instantly melted into a pool of silt, and resistance will definitely die."

"Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have taken refuge in this cruel guy."

"It's okay, there is still a chance, Shay goes to the trouble of the Lasses mission, we may be able to take advantage of the chaos and escape."

Shay turned his head and shouted: "What are you muttering, hurry up!"

The two heresy brothers and sisters suddenly shut up, heads down and hurried along.

"call--"

A strong wind pressure suddenly appeared above his head, and a huge frost dragon landed, blocking Shay's path.

Given a slight surprise, he stepped back and saw the person on the dragon's back. He thought of the big man in the rumor of Lasses, and said in surprise: "Ivo Harriken?"

Ivo raised his eyebrows. There were too many people who knew him. He was not surprised. Ivo looked at the team, his eyes swept across the neat gray hoods. This is the most shameless crowd. Like the costume, he laughed: "Here?"

Perhaps the aura on Ivo's body was too horrible. These heretics were slightly disturbed and very disturbed. Shay touched the left eye covered by the blindfold, and suppressed the panic in his heart with his self-confidence. He coldly snorted, "What is it? , You used to be the same as us."

Ivo didn’t take this level of irony seriously, and stared at Ji Wen with interest. Seeing Ji Wen had been pressing his left eye patch, it seemed that that was the confidence of this heresy. Anyone approaches."

Shay snorted coldly: "My target is Beverly, this matter has nothing to do with you, don't stand in my way."

"Beverly?" Ivo touched his chin, and said with interest: "You have hatred against him?"

"Hmph, I used to be the vanguard officer of Ziyuhua. Every time I fight the orcs, I fight on the forefront. Time and time again, I am different from the group of fools who only follow orders," Ji Wen said angrily. Whatever every time I have to fight in the most dangerous place, Beverly's order is to let us go to death. My left eye was cut and blinded by an orc in a battle. This is Beverly's fault!"

The corners of Ivo's mouth twitched. This kind of anger and hatred is not uncommon. What is rare is that he thinks he is right. Sure enough, there are still many strange things in this world.

Pioneer was at the forefront, because he failed, but blamed on the commander. Ivo is also very painful. If you don't want to be a Pioneer, just apply for transfer. What a lot of shit.

Ivo didn't care about the reason, he only cared about the purpose, and said indifferently: "Don't go any further, I only warn once."

Ji Wen's face was cold and proud, "I don't care what big person you are, if you stop me, you will still kill you~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Iwo no longer talk nonsense, double knives out of the sheath, and lightly jumped off the dragon's head.

"Block him!" Ji Wen yelled, and suddenly opened the blindfold. His left eye was pitch black, exuding a strong atmosphere of evil, and feeling the power surging in his left eye, Ji Wen's confidence increased and he smiled grimly.

It may be his chance to meet Ivo here. Killing Ivo can gain a huge reputation.

The heretics behind Ji Wen rushed up, there was a sound of weapons being scabbed.

Ivo leaned back and avoided the iron claw rushing to his throat. With a whirl of the blade, he easily cut off the arm wearing the iron claw. Regardless of the heretical howl, he quickly cut open the enemy's throat.

This group of weak heretics did not pose any threat to him. Ivo easily held the long sword with the knife in his right hand. With a turn of his wrist, he suppressed the blade. Under his ribs, blood was spraying, but there was no blood on the blade.

Because his knife is too fast.

(To be continued.)