Demon Royal Family

The Cold Night Mountains are the northernmost area of ​​Frigga, occupying a small half of the continent. No one can pass through the Cold Night Mountains on land. Navigators sailed around the continent and found that the northernmost part of Frigga is a continuous mountain range with towering cliffs. , ships could not be anchored, and a cliff extended into the ocean. Navigators named it "The Horn of Northland" and recorded it on the world map.

The Cold Valley tribe is located deep in the mountains. Ivo spent more than a month transforming into a white bear to escape the covetousness of wild beasts, and found the tribe by following his memory.

Ivo looked at the gate of the tribe, feeling inexplicably nervous.

After being away for more than two years, I feel a sense of shyness in my heart.

The demon statue outside the tribe has been repaired, and Demacia's deathly appearance has come to life. (Lao De: I can hear you!)

Ivo took a deep breath, calmed down, and strode towards the tribe. As he approached the gate, he heard the sound of waving weapons and childish roars, which sounded familiar.

In the open space next to the gate of the tribe, a 1.6-meter-tall child was wielding a war hammer and practicing his combat skills in a decent manner. His face seemed familiar. Ivodo took a look at it twice and was immediately happy. This kid was not Chat. Yes, this guy is undergoing enlightenment training.

The person who was instructing Chat was none other than Boss Bogdo. He turned his head and caught a glimpse of Ivo. His beard trembled violently, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed: "Ivo?!"

"Long time no see, Boss Bogdo, you're still so short." Ivo laughed loudly, and quickly stepped forward to give the dazed Bogdo a hug.

"Why are you back?" Bogdo was still a little confused.

"I miss the air, the fragrance of flowers, and the land of my hometown. I don't need a reason to go home."

"speak English!"

"I have something to ask the village chief..."

Bogdo was speechless, turned around and shouted to the tribe: "Come out, Ivo is back!"

Hearing this, the tribe members came out in surprise and surrounded Ivo in circles.

"Hey, Ivo is back."

"Young man has grown taller."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

At this time, the village chief pushed aside the crowd and said unhappily: "The tribe's expulsion of you has not yet expired, how can you come back."

Ivo chuckled, "Please be accommodating, village chief."

The village chief was speechless.

Dare you think of the Tribal Trial as fart? !

Anthony squeezed Ivo's shoulder, a smile appeared on his usually cold face, "You're so strong."

Uncle Ying uttered two words: "There is progress."

Luo Er said shyly: "Brother Ivo, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Ivo responded cheerfully, and Chat's childish roar suddenly sounded from behind, "Take my hit!"

There was a strong wind behind him, and Ivo turned around to see Chat, with a cruel look on his face, and hit him on the back with a hammer.

Ivo didn't take it seriously, stretched out his hand to catch the warhammer steadily, and raised it high. Chat was hung in the air and struggled hard. Ivo's palm was like steel, motionless.

"Let go of my hammer!" Chat's face turned red and he roared angrily.

"This is how the warhammer...is used." Ivo turned his wrist and easily snatched away the warhammer. He pointed it at the sky and unleashed a powerful shock wave. The air rippled and the snow on the surrounding trees fell.

Ivo pretended to be cool and threw the warhammer back to Chat. Chat hurriedly caught it with a dull look on his face, shocked by Ivo's strength. He had received two years of enlightenment training and was already an elite warrior. I thought I had narrowed the gap with Ivo, but now it seems that the gap has not become smaller, but has become a chasm.

"Damn it, I will definitely surpass you!" Chat said harshly.

Ivo laughed and tangled up Chat's hair with his big hands, "You little bastard, chase him slowly."

"snort!"

Berman stepped out from the crowd, smiled bitterly and patted the unhappy Chat on the head, "My boy hasn't changed at all."

Ivo nodded, glanced at it, and asked curiously: "Where is my dad?"

"Mork went hunting with the hunters."

Ivo was shocked and angry: "My father has a lung injury, how can he go hunting in person?!"

Boss Bogdo said helplessly: "There is enough iron in the tribe, but the blacksmith shop is not doing well. Your family's food is getting less and less, so Mok has to go hunting by himself."

Hearing this, Ivo touched his nose, feeling a little guilty.

Maybe... I left too early.

You should spend more time with dad.

Ivo shook his head, suppressed his emotions, looked at the clan members, and asked his doubts: "Have you...all experienced the blessings of your ancestors?"

All the tribesmen looked at each other, and Bogduo chuckled: "We have all experienced it."

Chat asked curiously: "What is the ancestral blessing?"

Berman patted his head and said with a smile: "You are still young and it's not time yet."

The village chief's face showed memories, and he sighed: "The blessing of the ancestors, what a distant memory, the souls of the ancestors will disappear when they fuse for the second time. Ivo, who is the ancestor who guides you?"

Ivo said honestly: "It's the 'Left Hand of the Pioneer' Gooding Skye."

Many tribesmen exclaimed.

The village chief said seriously: "This is your luck, take advantage of it."

Seeing the tribesmen nodding, Ivo confirmed that the ancestors' blessings really existed.

In his mind, Lao De's face turned ugly, he snorted and disappeared.

An inexplicable light flashed in Guding's eyes.

After the pleasantries, Ivo's face turned serious and he said in a deep voice: "Village Chief, I need to talk to you."

…

In the village chief's house, Luo Er poured a cup of hot animal milk for Ivo and ran away with a red face. Ivo smiled and shook his head. The little sister was still so shy.

"What is Luo Er's enlightenment training?" Ivo was a little curious.

"She is very talented in archery, and Anthony is her first teacher." The village chief touched his beard and smiled: "What do you want to ask me?"

After taking a sip of the fragrant animal milk, Ivo sat upright and asked slowly: "Village chief, do you know Sanxity?"

The village chief stroked his beard, said nothing, and looked slightly confused. Seeing this, Ivo explained: "I broke into a ruins in Frigga, and it turned out to be Sandhiti..." He told the origin of Sandhity After saying it again, emphasizing that the item used to unlock the secret lock of Sandhiti's treasure house turned out to be the blood of the Mimic, Ivo said seriously: "What on earth is going on? Is there any historical record in the clan? We were not during that time Have you already sealed your clan?"

The village chief twirled his beard, pondered for a long time, and said slowly: "It seems that you have come into contact with something extraordinary. Maybe it's time to tell you about it."

"We are not the only race of Mimics..."

This news was earth-shattering, and Ivo looked shocked.

The village chief slowly explained: "At the end of the Dark Night Age, the pioneer Ames decided to seal off the tribe and isolate themselves from the world. However, not all tribesmen were willing to swallow their dissatisfaction. We originally had an endless future, but because of other races' Suspicion and greed, we have been burdened with three major curses, and the pioneers chose to endure. The world is our enemy, regardless of race or god, we may be strong, but we are not enough to be enemies of the world. What determines the fate of a group is its reproductive ability , the first curse made us lose the possibility of growing our race."

"But not everyone can extinguish the anger of hatred. The pioneers chose to seal their clans, and some clansmen chose revenge. From that time on, the Mimics took two bifurcated roads. In some corner of the world, maybe there are still There is another tribe of Mimics, we know nothing about them, and the Sandhiti you are talking about must be related to them."

Ivo frowned. He got the answer he least wanted to hear. The Cold Valley tribe was not the only Mimicry community. He asked Guding in his mind: "Ancestor Guding, is this true?"

Guding said slowly: "It is true. When Ames decided to seal the clan, Halton led one-fifth of the clan to leave us. Halton, like me, is the pioneer's right-hand man, but his philosophy Unlike us, Halden believes that only blood can wash away the shame of our clan. Maybe he is right. But the pioneer cannot take risks. He is responsible for the reproduction of the clan. The fate of the Avengers is always full of risks, and the shadow of death is everywhere in revenge. Path, Harbinger is a great Skeletor who is not blinded by hatred."

Ivo was silent, tapping his fingers on his knees, digesting the information he heard today.

Another Mimic colony...

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