Demon Hunter and His Hut

"laugh!"

Light green blood splashed, but Patrick didn't dodge, letting the blood splash on his clothes.

"What a strange race, the blood is mixed with the fragrance of green grass, and some of them have a very unique taste, which makes me feel that killing them is a waste."

Patrick muttered to himself.

Surrounded by the corpses of dragon elves, this peaceful and artistic race was brutally suppressed.

Patrick's feet were soaked in blood, but he still waved his weapon expressionlessly.

"Lord Patrick, let's get out of here as soon as possible." A leader of the Dragon Iron Guard stepped forward to remind him.

"This is Bisar. Some people say that every plant and every green grass is a citizen of the Elven King, so everything that happens here will be known to them sooner or later."

"Unless we can find a place that isn't covered in grass."

The speaking Long Tiewei looked worried, "After all, the Elf King is also a fifth-order transcendent."

"Need not."

Patrick shook his head. Since his father made a promise, he would never break his promise. The Silver Dragon Clan has jurisdiction over the entire territory.

Erez has a special way to get here in a short time.

In addition, he has already killed all the dragon elves in the blockade area. Even if it is as the leader said, it will take some time for the elf king to react.

This time difference is enough.

Just as he was speaking, a transparent beam of light from the sky reached the ground, and the surrounding temperature plummeted. Within the area, a thin layer of frost was attached to the surfaces of all plants.

The strong wind swept across, and the plants shrouded in frost turned into fine pieces of ice and snow that drifted away with the wind.

The beam of light disappeared, and a tall, handsome man with silver hair and silver eyes appeared in the center.

"Mr. Devore?"

Patrick looked surprised, and then he seemed to think of something, and waved his hand to make all the dragon iron guards around him retreat.

"Lord Dragon King has more important matters to deal with,

So you sent me out of the north to come here in person, what's the name of the guy with Prince Kenneth? "

"Roger," Patrick replied.

"A person with a ring seal, as long as I find him, I will deal with it personally. As for Prince Kenneth, I will leave it to you."

Hearing Devore's words, Patrick's eyes flickered. Devore is powerful. He is not a pure-blooded silver dragon, but from the Frost City. He is the youngest dragon king in the history of ice dragons.

I usually only stay in Ice Mist City in the northern border, and rarely go out, so I didn't expect to appear here.

Patrick was speculating about the relationship between him and Erez, but he heard Devore say, "I'm just here to kill people, and I won't care about the rest."

Obviously, Devore should know something, Patrick quickly calmed down and nodded slowly.

"The external passage has been closed. Since that guy is hiding on Bisar, the next thing will be much easier."

"We just need to find him."

As he was talking, Devore suddenly raised his head, with sharp gazes in his eyes, looking somewhere in the sky.

"Luck is not bad, here is the way to find that guy."

At that moment, the surrounding plants seemed to be infused with infinite vitality and grew crazily. The thick trunks were entangled together, condensing into an old face.

"Devore from the north, and Patrick, the son of the saint, the whole Bisar is willing to welcome your arrival with all the strength of the whole family."

"If there is any negligence or overstepping, please express it clearly. As the elf king, I will give a fair verdict!"

Speaking of this, the face made of trees and vines suddenly roared sharply.

"But I don't allow it, I don't allow anyone to slaughter my people at will!"

"Even if it is His Majesty the Dragon King's will, at least give me a fair reason, otherwise I will try my best to contact Lord Emil and let him make a ruling."

"I haven't seen you for many years, and you are still the same." Devore shook his head casually.

"Duilio, just some insignificant guys died. This is a small mistake. Any battle will kill people."

"Now I need a little help from you. A dangerous guy is lurking above Bisar. I hope you can help me find him."

"As for the statement, what kind of statement do you hope to get?"

Devore raised his brows slightly, "If you want, I can invite you to go to the north. You can write down how many people died here, and I will let you kill them all there."

"So, are you satisfied?"

Devore's voice was cold, and what he said made people shudder even more.

The elf king's angry expression gradually disappeared. He knew Devore, he was a guy as cold as the ice of the abyss.

Keep promises, be cruel to yourself, be cruel to others...

"Now can we get down to business?"

As if he didn't care how much shock his proposal would bring, Devore looked relaxed, but his actions made the Elf King unable to deal with it.

"I'm different from you. What I want is justice and reason, not like you..."

"double!"

Devore's tone was relaxed.

"You butcher, not everyone is like you."

"three times!"

There was no change in the expression on DeVore's face.

"Go away, get out of here!"

The Elf King's face changed drastically, "Bisar doesn't welcome you."

As he spoke, he shifted his gaze to Patrick.

"As the son of the saint, I am disappointed for Lord Emir, what a glorious and righteous powerhouse he is, and I haven't seen any of these advantages in you."

Patrick's face was gloomy, but the Elf King was a real fifth-order transcendent after all, and it seemed that he was about to condense the ring of rules a long time ago.

So in the face of this kind of accusation, Patrick could only grit his teeth at most, a hint of hidden anger flashed in his eyes but he didn't dare to refute in person.

Although his superficial identity is noble, in the extraordinary world, power is still the most respected.

"Get out of here!"

The trees next to it were regrouped to form a retro wooden gate.

"It's not going to end there."

The Elven King issued the final order to expel the guests, but none of Patrick and Patrick moved half a step.

"Duilio, I'm patient and reasonable."

Devore said slowly.

"People died here, and now I am willing to be responsible for everything that happened here..." He shook his head slowly.

"But I'm disappointed that you're still as stubborn as ever."

"I want to find a ring sealer named Roger, and I need to be fast... I heard that dragon elves can sense the surrounding plants. I think you can help me a lot on this issue."

"I said, leave!"

"This is Bisar...!" The Elf King roared angrily, but before he could finish speaking, a huge frosty palm fell from the sky.

boom!

The earth shook, and the old face instantly cracked.

"I'm only asking once."

A strange silver light shot out of Devore's pupils, "How many people die before you are willing to help?"

"Think carefully before answering, because the next time you see this corpse will definitely not be."

DeVore is expressionless, and life seems to him to be just numbers.

"Are you threatening me?!"

The old faces regrouped.

Obviously, the Elf King himself did not arrive, what appeared here was only his incarnation or consciousness projection.

"You know me."

Devore raised a slender, pale hand.

"I just do things and never threaten anyone."

The earth shook and the soil rolled up, and the surrounding plants seemed to be stimulated crazily.

But after a while, the old face calmed down with an expression of reluctance.

He knows DeVore.

The reputation of this man spread not only because of his strength, but also because of his ruthlessness.

Dragons are a powerful and long-lived race.

To become the youngest king of a race requires not only a perfect background and aptitude, but more importantly, an opportunity.

Unless there are extremely special circumstances, every dragon king will choose to abdicate when the successor ushers in the peak period.

And the reason why Devore can become the youngest ice dragon king.

That's because he slaughtered the entire ice dragon royal family.

No one knows how he did it, but he was the only one who survived after everyone died.

"I will help you find him, and leave Bisar immediately after finishing what you should do!"

In the end, the Elf King made a compromise.

This is his hometown, with the support of the whole world, his strength will be maximized.

But wearing a crown will surely bear its weight and fulfill its responsibilities.

That is strength and shackles.

With a guy as cruel as DeVore, he had no choice.

"It makes sense."

Devore nodded.

"Go do what you should do and wait for your news."

The elf king's anger had nowhere to vent, and it disappeared without a trace as soon as the conversation ended.

Patrick stood behind Devore. He thought of the horror legend about this man. Judging from the current situation, the terrible massacre may have the shadow of his own father.

"When can I be this powerful?!"

There was a sigh in his heart, but soon he thought of his situation.

"That Roger is very powerful."

He couldn't help reminding.

After all, for special reasons, he concealed some truths from Erez. It was clearly Roger who killed the three bone guards in a devastating manner.

But in his narration, it was the three bone guards who fought hard and defeated Roger at the cost of sacrificing themselves.

So he was inevitably a little worried at this time.

"Um."

After hearing what he said, Devore just snorted softly and stopped talking.

It wasn't until a while later that DeVore seemed to recover from his thoughts and turned to look at Patrick.

"Don't worry, I'm stronger."

"After entering the fifth level, you will understand that it is also a ring, but the gap between them is huge."

"At this stage, I'm basically invincible."

"So you don't have to worry at all."

There is boundless confidence in DeVore's words.

The uneasiness on Patrick's face quickly disappeared.

It's not because he believed Devore's words, but because he trusted his father more than Devore.

Even if the information is biased, the decision made by the father must be correct.

"Let's go, get out of here." Devore said suddenly.

"Where are you going?" Patrick asked a little confused.

"Go to Elven City."

"I'd like to see me there, Duiglio should move a lot faster."

Patrick quietly looked at Devore's back, this guy's arrogance is really unforgettable.

Of course he is qualified to do so.

For the first time, Trick felt that, compared to the crown and that position, power was the root of everything.

…………

In the emerald-colored palace, an old man let out a tired breath.

For the dragon elves, when the power reaches a certain level, no matter men or women, they will not age anymore.

In other words, there are no old people in this race.

The Elven King might be the only one.

No one knows the reason for his old age.

"You're too slow."

Devore's voice suddenly sounded.

"I have already done my best."

"That's your excuse?"

There seemed to be a cold wind blowing in the palace, and there was an indescribable mockery in the voice.

"No wonder you haven't become a ring sealer after so many years."

"You have too many worries and too many things you can't let go of."

Devore said slowly.

"But I have maintained the prosperity of Bisar for a thousand years."

The Elf King looked proud.

"Ah."

Devore snorted softly, "If you worked harder and became a ring sealer, or went one step further, then what is happening now will not happen."

"In Bisar, you have the right to say no to me."

Slowly shook his head.

"I hate the humidity and the warmth here, it's pushing my patience to the limit."

"If I accidentally freeze a city, don't be surprised, I would like to use three cities to compensate you."

"You crazy!"

The Elf King gritted his teeth.

"I can only identify a general area right now, where the energy is abnormal, and that seems to be a lack."

"But maybe it's just a coincidence."

"If you can't wait, you can see for yourself."

The Elf King wasn't quite sure.

As soon as he finished speaking, the cold air in the palace subsided rapidly, and then the plants infected by the frost died one after another.

"This scary guy." The Elf King looked apprehensive.

This is the rule that his palace naturally enveloped him, but even so, Devore could still easily affect those plants and kill them.

At the same time, in an unknown place, Roger pushed open the stone door and came to the open space outside.

In the center of the room behind him stood a huge sarcophagus, the base of which seemed to grow out of the ground.

The one placed inside is naturally Kenneth with fusion power.

Some time has passed, and Kenneth's integration is coming to an end, and it's time to leave.

During this period of time, apart from helping Kenneth integrate his power, Roger was not idle, basically controlling the surge in power.

He seems to be just an ordinary one-ring sealer on the surface, but if someone takes it lightly because of this.

Then Roger will definitely give the other party an unexpected surprise.

At this moment, the expression on Roger's face changed slightly, he raised his head, and there was a crackling sound in the air not far away.

Then a piece of space was covered by frost, and then, a palm covered with ice shards appeared out of thin air, and then the space was broken, and a voice came.

"Good luck, you actually hid here."

Roger squinted his eyes, the guy in front of him was much stronger than the three trash he had dealt with before.

"Roger?"

Roger nodded.

Devore smiled, "Good."

"This way you won't kill the wrong one."

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