"Whew!"

Pale green blood splattered, but Patrick didn't dodge, letting the blood spill on the hem of his clothes.

"What a peculiar race, the blood is mixed with the aroma of grass, and some of them have a very unique taste, which makes me think that killing them is a waste."

Patrick muttered to himself.

Surrounded by the corpses of dragon elves, this peaceful race with a penchant for art suffered a bloody crackdown.

Patrick's feet were soaked with blood, but he still waved his weapon with a blank face.

"Master Patrick, let's get out of here as soon as possible." One of the leaders of the Dragon Iron Guard stepped forward to remind.

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

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

Long Tiewei, who spoke, looked worried, "After all, the Elf King is also a fifth-order transcendent. ”

"No, you don't."

Patrick shook his head, his father would never break his promise since he had made it, and the Silver Dragons had jurisdiction over the entire territory.

Eres has a special way of getting here in a short time.

In addition, he has already killed all the dragon elves in the blockade area, even if it is really like what the leader said, but by the time the elf king reacts, it will take some time.

This time difference is enough.

As he spoke, a transparent pillar of light in the sky reached the ground, and the temperature around him plummeted, and a thin layer of frost was attached to the surface of all plants within the area.

The wind swept through, and the frost-shrouded plants turned into fine pieces of snow and ice scattered with the wind.

The pillar of light vanished, 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 guards around him retreat.

"Lord Dragonlord has more important matters to deal with, so he sent me out of the north to come here in person, what is the name of the guy who is with Prince Kenneth?"

"Roger." Patrick replied.

"A ring-sealer, as long as I find him, I will deal with it myself, and as for Prince Kenneth, I will leave it to you."

Hearing Devor's words, Patrick's eyes flickered, Devor's strength was strong, he was not a pure-blooded Silver Dragon, but from the Frost City, and was the youngest Dragon King in the history of the Ice Dragon.

Usually I almost only stay in Binglan City in the north, and rarely go out, but I didn't expect to appear here.

Patrick was speculating about his relationship with Élais when he heard Devore say, "I'm just here to kill people, and I won't bother with the rest." ”

It was obvious that Devor should know something, and Patrick quickly reined in his emotions and nodded slowly.

"The access to the outside world is closed, and since that guy is hiding on Bisar, the rest of the matter is much easier."

"We just need to find him."

As he spoke, Devor suddenly raised his head, a sharp gaze in his eyes, and looked somewhere in the sky.

"Luckily, here's a way to find that guy."

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

"Devor from the north, and Patrick, son of the Sage, your arrival is welcome by the whole Bisar."

"If there is any neglect or transgression, please make it clear, as the elven king, I will give a fair ruling!"

At this point, faces made of trees and vines suddenly roared.

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

"Even if it is the will of His Majesty the Dragon King, at least give me a fair reason, otherwise I will do everything I can to contact Lord Emir and let him make a ruling."

"I haven't seen you for many years, and it's still the same." Dvor shook his head nonchalantly.

"Duilio, just dead some insignificant guys, it's a small mistake, any fight will kill people."

"Now I need a little help from you, a dangerous guy lurks above Bisar, I want you to help me find him."

"As for the statement, what kind of statement would you like to get?"

Devor raised his eyebrows slightly, "If you want, I can invite you to the north, how many people have died here, you can write them down one by one, and I will let you kill enough there." ”

"So, are you satisfied?"

Devore's voice was cold, and the words he uttered were even more chilling.

The Elven King's angry expression faded away, he knew Dervor, a fellow who was as cold as the ice of the abyss.

Be cruel to yourself and ...... others

"Now can we get down to business?"

Seemingly unconcerned about how much shock his proposal would cause, Devor's face was relaxed, and his approach made it impossible for the Elven King to deal with it.

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

"Double!"

Devor's tone was relaxed.

"You butcher, not everyone is like you."

"Triple as much!"

The expression on Devor's face didn't change at all.

"Get out of here, get out of here!"

The Elven King's face changed drastically, "You are not welcome in Bisar. ”

As he spoke, he shifted his gaze to Patrick.

"As the son of the Sage, I am disappointed in the Emir, what a glorious and righteous powerhouse, and I do not see any of these merits in you."

Patrick's face was gloomy, but the Elven King was a true 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 accusation, Patrick could only grit his teeth at most, and a trace of vague anger flashed in his eyes, but he didn't dare to refute it face-to-face.

Although his identity on the surface is noble, in the transcendent world, he is still respected by strength.

"Get out of here!"

The trees next to it have been recombined to form a vintage wooden gate.

"It's not going to end there."

The Elven King gave the final order to evict the guest, but neither of Patrick nor Patrick moved a single step.

"Duilio, I'm very patient and reasonable."

Devore said slowly.

"There's a dead person here, and now I'm willing to take responsibility for what happens here......" he shook his head slowly.

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

"I'm going to find a ring-imprinter named Roger, and I'm going to do it fast...... I've heard that dragon spirits can sense with the plants around them, and I think you guys should be of great help with this. ”

"I said, leave!"

"This is Bisal......!" The Elven King roared angrily, but before he could finish his sentence, a huge frost palm fell from the sky.

Rumble!

The earth shook, and the old face shattered in an instant.

"I'll just ask once."

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

"Think before you answer, because the next time you'll see a corpse that's not it."

Devore's face was expressionless, and life seemed to him to be just numbers.

"You're threatening me?!"

The old face regrouped.

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

"You know me."

Devor raised his slender, pale palm.

"I only do things, I never threaten anyone."

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

But after a while, the old face calmed down unwillingly.

He knows Devor.

The man's prestige spread, not only because of his strength, but also because of his ruthlessness.

Dragons are a powerful race with a long lifespan.

If you want to become the youngest king of the race, you need not only perfect birth and qualifications, but more importantly, opportunity.

Except in extremely exceptional circumstances, every dragon king will choose to abdicate when the heir reaches his prime.

And the reason why Devor can become the youngest Ice Dragon King.

That's because he slaughtered the entire Ice Dragon Clan.

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

"I'll help you find him, and leave Bisar as soon as you're done!"

In the end, the Elven King relented.

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

But wearing a crown on his head, he will bear his weight and fulfill his responsibilities.

That's power and shackles.

Faced with a cruel guy like Devor, he has no choice.

"It makes sense."

Devor nodded.

"Do what you have to do and wait for your news."

The Elven King's anger was nowhere to be vented, and he disappeared as soon as the conversation ended.

Patrick stood behind Devor, and he thought of the horrific legend about the man, who, judging by the current situation, might have a shadow of his own father in the horrific massacre.

"When can I be so strong?!"

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

"That Roger, very strong."

He couldn't help but remind.

After all, for special reasons, he hid some truth from Elles, and it was Roger who killed the three bone guards with a devastating force.

But in his account, it was the three Bone Guards who fought hard to defeat Roger at their own expense.

So he was inevitably a little worried at this time.

"Hmm."

Hearing his words, Dvor only snorted softly, and said no more.

It wasn't until a long time before Devor seemed to come back from his thoughts and turned to look at Patrick.

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

"After entering the fifth order, you will understand that they are the same link, but the gap between them is huge."

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

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

Devore's words reveal infinite confidence.

The uneasiness on Patrick's face quickly faded.

It's not because he gullible Denvor's words, but because he trusts his father more than Dervor.

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

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

"Where?" Patrick was a little confused.

"Go to Elven City."

"I want to see me there, Duilio should be a lot faster."

Patrick quietly looked at Devor's back, this guy's arrogance was really unforgettable.

Of course he has the qualifications to do so.

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

…………

In the jade-colored palace, an old man exhaled tiredly.

The dragon elves, when their strength reaches a certain level, both men and women will no longer age.

That is, there are no old people in this race.

The Elven King may be the only one.

No one knew the reason for his age.

"You're too slow."

Devor's voice suddenly rang out.

"I've 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 his voice.

"No wonder after all these years, you haven't become a ring-Indian."

"You have too many concerns, and too many things you can't put down."

Devor said slowly.

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

The Elven King looked proud.

"Huh."

Devor snorted, "If you had worked harder, become a ring-sealer, or go one step further, then what is happening now would not have happened." ”

"In Bisar, you're qualified to say no to me."

He shook his head slowly.

"I hate the humidity and warmth here, which pushes my patience to the limit."

"Don't be surprised if I accidentally freeze one city, I'm willing to compensate you with three cities."

"You madman!"

The Elven King gritted his teeth.

"I can only pinpoint a general area right now, where the energy is abnormal, and that seems to be a kind of absence."

"But maybe it's just a coincidence."

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

The Elven King wasn't entirely sure.

As soon as he finished speaking, the cold in the palace quickly subsided, and then the frost-infested plants died.

"This horrible fellow." The Elven King looked jealous.

It was a rule that naturally shrouded him in his royal palace, but even so, Devor could easily influence the plants and kill them.

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

In the center of the room behind him lay a large sarcophagus with the base of the coffin that seemed to grow out of the ground.

Naturally, the Kenneth who fuses power is placed inside.

It's been a while, and Kenneth's fusion is nearing its end, and it's time to leave.

During this time, in addition to helping Kenneth fuse his power, Roger was not idle, and basically controlled the surge of power.

On the surface, he now seems to be just an ordinary ring-sealer, but if anyone takes this lightly.

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

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

Then a space was covered in frost, and then, a palm stained with ice shards appeared out of thin air, and then the space was broken, and a voice was heard.

"Lucky you are actually hiding here."

Roger narrowed his eyes, this guy in front of him was much stronger than the three pieces of waste he had dealt with before.

"Roger?"

Roger nodded.

Devor smiled, "Good. ”

"That way you won't be killed."

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