Demon Royal Family

Slavery is barbaric and dark.

Ivo didn't like slave trading, especially after he was targeted by slave traders, his dislike reached its peak.

There were a total of seventeen northern orcs, all over two meters tall, with strong bodies and huge muscles. They strode towards Ivo. One of the orcs swung his hammer and smashed it into Ivo's chest.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Ivo grabbed the iron chain of the hammer and pulled hard. The orc could not resist Ivo's huge force and flew into the air towards Ivo. In mid-air, he was hit hard in the chest by his hammer, and his bones were shattered. With the cracking sound, the orc flew far away and hit the rock wall, like a slowly sliding piece of paper, with blood gurgling out from the hole in his chest.

Ivo's eyes were fierce and his attacks ruthless.

Another orc hit Ivo with a tomahawk, and he swung the hammer on the axe. The tomahawk flew away. The orc's mouth split open and he fell to the ground. Ivo jumped off the horse and stepped on it with one foot. The orc's head exploded, and blood and brains splattered everywhere.

He stretched out his hand to support the horse, put his shoulder on the horse's belly, and with a strong force, he threw the horse far away from the battlefield.

The wind roared in his ears, and a flail struck at his back. Ivo turned around and ducked quickly. Thanks to the wind of Qingyin, he was very flexible. He swung his warhammer horizontally and drove the orc away with a strike in the belly. He was beaten far away and rolled on the ground more than ten times.

A burly orc roared and hit Ivo's head with a sledgehammer. Ivo sneered and raised the hammer to meet him.

There was a clang, and hammers struck each other. The orc's hammer was bounced off by the shock and hit his bare forehead.

Ivo was motionless!

The strengthened Harricon's Hammer completely turned into a murderous weapon in Ivo's hands. None of the orcs could withstand the blow. It would fly several meters away and break more than a dozen bones upon impact.

After half of their accomplices were knocked down, this group of simple-minded northern orcs finally felt fear, roared, turned around and ran away.

They misjudged Ivo's strength and had to use their lives to make up for this mistake.

Ivo took out the Metos and threw it steadily, killing one with each spear, and the hits were all in the back.

Under the [Flashback] enchantment, he was an arrow tower with almost unlimited ammunition. All seventeen northern orcs fell to the ground, with blood everywhere.

Ivo glanced coldly and found that there was still an orc who could breathe. He walked over, stretched out his hand to strangle the orc's throat, and broke the throat with force. The orc's legs kicked out violently, and he died.

The rampage of this group of northern orcs is beyond imagination. They even want to kidnap themselves, the league champion, let alone other civilians.

With an angry look on his face, Ivo mounted his frightened mount and returned to Liema Town.

…

Ivo kicked open the door of the mercenary tavern, and the mercenaries present looked at Ivo in surprise as he returned with a menacing attitude.

The people from the Scar Society were still here. Ivo picked up the person sitting opposite Slittooth Tiger, threw him far away, and sat down himself.

The members of the Scar Society suddenly changed their expressions, taking Ivo's behavior as a provocation, and stood up suddenly with their weapons pressed.

Cracktooth Tiger raised his hand to stop his men's impulse, his face was gloomy, "What's the matter with you?"

Ivo knocked on the table, "I was attacked by a group of northern orcs just outside the town. Now I want to know their stronghold, number of people, and leaders. Money is not an issue."

The Cracktooth Tiger suddenly understood, and then shook his head with a scornful smile: "You want revenge? Forget it, although you have a great reputation recently, those northern orcs are all brutal guys who kill without batting an eye. Their Such cunning and cruelty are beyond the imagination of you young people."

Ivo threw a money bag directly, and the heavy money bag fell on the table with a thud.

Cracktooth Tiger's eyes lit up, he picked up the money bag and shook it. The coins collided and made a pleasant jingling sound. He spread his hands and said, "You want to die. I have no reason to stop you. Gavin, write the information about the White Bear Gang to he."

Gavin is the second leader of the Scar Society and one of the few literate people in the society. Hearing this, he took out paper and pen and started writing.

After a while, Gavin flicked the quill and handed the paper to Ivo. Ivo read it carefully and had a clear understanding of the situation of the White Bear Gang.

The stronghold of this group of northern orcs is on the northwest edge of Liema Town. It is a three-story building. There are eighty-three members of the White Bear Gang. The leader is nicknamed "Bear Hunter", but his real name is unknown.

Ivo put away the paper, carried the warhammer and left the tavern.

Splittooth Tiger sneered, "Young people are always arrogant, and reality will always make them sober."

The Scar Club members laughed.

…

The White Bear Gang's stronghold is quite large and is divided into two gates, the front and rear.

He needs help to prevent these orcs from escaping.

When he came to the market, he found the minotaur still sitting on the street corner. Ivo threw a bag of coins over and asked, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

The tauren took the money bag and was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I've killed before."

Ivo raised his eyebrows: "What now?"

"No more killing." The tauren's tone became lower, as if he had thought of some painful experiences.

"May I have your name?"

"Lin Stonehoof." The tauren answered honestly.

"stand up."

Shiho stood up, his majestic three-meter-tall body like an earth-yellow hill.

Ivo pursed his lips, "Where are your weapons?"

The tauren took out a column wrapped in cloth from his back, and after tearing the cloth apart, a thick totem pole was revealed, enough for two people to hug, with patterns and patterns painted on it with colorful paints. , and there were mottled dried blood stains.

"Follow me." Ivo raised his eyebrows, turned around and left, with Stonehoof following behind him.

The tauren's huge body attracted a lot of attention, and the two talked while walking.

"I can see that you are very strong, why are you so miserable?"

Stonehoof sounded frustrated: "I was kicked out by the tribe. I was sold to the arena of the Kingdom of Baria by slave traders. Later, I was defeated and abandoned in the wild. Fortunately, I survived. I followed the caravan to Lases. , the thieves stole the savings I won in the gladiatorial arena a few days ago, so I can only stay in Liema Town to earn enough travel expenses."

"Sounds like you might like what's coming next," Ivo smiled.

The tauren's mind was stunned and he couldn't turn around. "What action?"

"Kill a bunch of slavers, maybe that will make you happy."

The tauren scratched the mane on his head and asked puzzledly: "Why are you happy?"

I'm embarrassed if you don't answer...

Ivo twitched the corners of his mouth and changed the subject: "How old are you?"

Shiti looked down and carefully gestured his chest and abdominal muscles with his hands, "It's about this big."

Ivo was stunned, "I didn't ask about your figure!"

Shiho was in a bit of a dilemma. He stretched out a finger on each hand, about thirty centimeters apart.

"I'm not asking you that! I'm asking about your age!"

Shi Tu said in a daze and put down his hand, "I am twenty-five years old."

Ivo Baimu, why is it so troublesome to ask you something?

Tauren is stubborn, so I'd better stop talking to you. I'm afraid I'll lose my IQ... even though I don't have much to begin with.

One person and one cow soon arrived at the edge of Liema Town. Ivo found the orc stronghold. It was a three-story building surrounded by walls. It was quite large. There was an orc guard standing at the gate. .

Ivo circled around and found the side door by the wall on the back of the small building, and said to Shiho: "You stay here and use the totem pole in your hand to fight back all the people who escaped from this building. "

Shiho nodded and stood by the side door. Suddenly he thought of a question: "Then if you escape, should I beat you back?"

Ivo glared at him angrily. This question made no sense at all!

Returning to the front of the small building, he swaggered towards the door.

The northern orc guarding the gate shouted: "Human, get out of here!"

Without saying a word, Ivo hit the hammer with a bang. The orc pulled out his ax to block and was ready to counterattack. However, the next moment he knew that he had thought too much and took Ivo's blow forcefully. All the bones were broken, and it felt like the body was flying into the air, and the back smashed through the door.

boom!

The door shattered, and among the flying wood chips, the orc fell to the floor, his arms twisted, the broken bones pierced the flesh, protruding from the elbows, and blood flowed across them.

This loud noise attracted all the northern orcs in the small building, and they all looked towards the door.

A burly figure carrying a warhammer slowly walked in, exuding a domineering aura, and the warhammer was still dripping with the blood of the orcs.

There is a hall at the entrance of the small building. In the center of the hall is a throne made of rock, covered with white bear fur. A three-meter-tall burly northern orc is sitting on it. He is also covered with bear skin. This is the leader of the White Bear Gang. Bear hunter.

The surrounding orcs stared at Ivo angrily and roared loudly in orc language. The bear hunter licked his lips with bloodthirsty and laughed cruelly, "Hurricane Ivo, it seems that my men did not catch you, but You gave up on escaping and came to the door yourself."

Ivo sneered, swung his war hammer in a circle, and slowly walked into the crowd of northern orcs with the roar of the wind, not caring about being surrounded.

"Any last words?" Ivo asked.

The bear hunter slowly stood up, looked down at Ivo, and said with a ferocious smile: "Seeking death!"

Ivo nodded, "Very good, very brief. I will engrave these two words on your tombstone...if I can still find you among the corpses later."

The Thunder Law on his chest suddenly burst into light, and thick blue thunder followed his body and converged on his raised right foot, forming a thunder-like hoof!

The bear hunter noticed something was wrong, immediately jumped up, drew his sharp ax in mid-air, and the sharp ax blade struck Ivo's head in the air.

Ivo stepped heavily on the ground, thunder swept across, and lightning rushed in all directions, like a surging thunder and lightning tide. Under the flow of lightning, tiny sand and gravel floated up.

Blue thunder penetrated the legs of all the orcs in the hall, and spider web-like black marks instantly appeared on the ground. The orcs screamed and knelt down, convulsing and paralyzed by the electricity.

"Thunder hoof trample!"

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