Demon Royal Family

Ivo shook out more than a dozen afterimage clones to block the besieging thugs, ensuring that the battle between him and the man in black armor would not be interrupted.

Black-armored men only rely on their bodies and combat skills to fight, like warriors, but without war marks. The body structure of rogues is different from that of ordinary races, and they cannot practice any profession. They can only slowly hone themselves in endless battles. They can see A system unique to a race, like werewolves and vampires.

Ivo used his second battle mark to block the sword, and struck the black-armored man in the waist and abdomen with a hammer. The black-armored man spurted out a mouthful of blood mixed with visceral fragments, and the belly armor was clearly deflated, but it was very short. As soon as the blood flowed back into the body, the man in black armor recovered from his injuries and became active again.

Ivo clearly saw that when he was reborn, the black-armored man's neck, which was not covered by the pitch-black armor, lit up with charcoal-like lines. That was the so-called abyss fire at work.

The two fought fiercely. The man in black armor relied on his immortal physique to resist Ivo. In a counterattack, he even cut Ivo's chest open, drawing blood.

Ivo's face was stern, turning a blind eye to the wound, and attacked forcefully, constantly forcing the black-armored man to retreat. Gradually, the two of them moved away from the chaotic battlefield and went deep into Hearth Keep.

"You can't kill me!" The man in black armor spat out these words coldly.

Ivo gasped slightly and showed a weird smile when he heard this, "Ah, I know."

The black-armored man's expression changed, and he suddenly turned his head, only to see a huge rift in the ground a hundred meters behind him.

The bottomless underground mines of Hearth Keep!

"You..." The black-armored man's expression changed, and at this moment he understood Ivo's thoughts.

Ivo blocked the sword, put away the war hammer, replaced it with Metos, stabbed the black-armored man through the chest, picked him up on the tip of the spear, and pushed him towards the rift valley.

"Don't even think about it!" the black-armored man roared, grabbing Ivo's arm tightly to prevent Ivo from throwing him down the rift.

But Ivo kept walking, jumped into the air, hugged the black-armored man, and the two fell into the rift together.

The two of them tumbled in the air and fell. The man in black armor hugged Ivo tightly, trying to drag him to be buried with him.

Rapidly falling two hundred meters, Ivo resisted the falling force and looked up. The sky turned into a thin white line.

Ivo hugged the man in black armor, and the golden lotus light burst out from his arms!

With a bang, the black-armored man was thrown away and fell downwards at an accelerated speed.

Ivo's whole body bloomed with ghostly fire and transformed into a demon apostle. His bat wings spread out and he suddenly suspended in the air. He watched coldly as the falling man in black armor disappeared into the bottomless darkness.

Ivo took a long breath, flapped his bat wings and slowly flew up. When he was close to the crack, he put away his demon form, replaced it with a secret gold chain, and climbed up to the ground.

After the black-armored man disappeared, the mob collapsed and was slaughtered by the lord's troops. From afternoon to dusk, the shouts of killing gradually became sparse. At the end of the battle, the lord's soldiers and dwarves began to clean the battlefield.

…

In the camp, the lords gathered together and glanced at the calm-looking Ivo with strange eyes from time to time. This guy not only summoned a dragon, but also killed the immortal black-armored man. He was the biggest contributor to this battle.

The lords were silent. Although they still disliked Ivo, they could not ignore Ivo's strength.

Rael and Sucre looked slightly happy. Their allies were strong, which was a good thing.

Dopp walked into the camp, his face flushed, and he laughed and said, "Thank you all lords for your help."

The lords turned their attention to the great hero Ivo, hinting that he would set an example. Ivo understood their thoughts, cleared his throat, and said: "Lord Dopp, Hearth Castle is no longer safe. I sincerely invite you to lead the dwarves. Go to my territory, we have enough power to protect you."

All the lords have black lines on their foreheads.

Damn, I want to eat alone! Treat us like air? !

"Purple Shirt Town can also protect the dwarves."

"Believe me, only Red Riding Hood Valley can provide protection."

Hearth Castle was severely damaged and very unsafe. Dopp thought for a while and decided to move. In order to thank the lords for their assistance, he divided the tribe into more than a dozen groups and followed different lords back to the territory. It would be safer to spread the protection.

Of course, he was inclined toward Ivo in his heart, and he personally led dozens of blacksmiths, hundreds of residents, and two to three hundred soldiers to follow Ivo back to Liema Town.

Ivo became the biggest winner of this reinforcement. Although the other lords were a little unhappy, they had gained something after all. They could only secretly envy him and lead his troops back to their territory.

Ivo smiled from ear to ear and came out to support. The team grew more than ten times. The dwarves followed with their families, including an unknown number of blacksmiths, a hundred dwarf heavy-armored guards, and a hundred goats. Knights, and the invisible benefits are even greater. All the ores, weapons and other wealth in Hearth Castle were carried by Dopp's team. Hearth Castle is now an empty shell. This wealth can greatly enrich the warehouse in Liema Town.

Speechless all the way, back to the fierce horse.

…

late at night.

A cold wind swept through the empty Hearth Keep.

A palm wrapped in black armor suddenly climbed up to the edge of the rift valley. The man in black armor had an expressionless face. It took him half a night to climb up from the bottom of the rift valley hundreds of meters deep.

The fire of the abyss gives it immortal life. Even if it falls from a high altitude and turns into a pulp, it can still be reborn.

The man in black armor stood on the blood-stained street, and the corpses of many thugs were abandoned in the wilderness with no one to collect them, and they died in miserable conditions.

The man in black armor stood silently for a while, retrieved his sword, and walked on the dead street.

Suddenly, the man in black armor stopped abruptly, looked straight ahead into the darkness, held the sword with both hands, and entered a fighting stance.

A man in simple clothes came out with a cross scar on his left forehead. He looked at the man in black armor calmly, but he exuded bursts of strong aura. The dust around him was blown away by the aura without any wind.

Even though the opponent was very strong, the man in black armor remained expressionless. He had the confidence of being immortal and asked calmly: "Who are you?"

"My fellow tribesmen can't kill you, so I'm here to help him solve the hidden danger." The man with the cross scar said in a cold voice.

"No one can kill me." The man in black armor said calmly.

The man with the cross scar twisted his neck, and his body suddenly expanded, bursting out of his clothes, and transformed into a terrifying creature dozens of meters tall under the cover of night.

This is a huge lion, the whole body is pitch black, exuding thick black clouds, only a pair of cold and ferocious blood-red eyes, the lion's mane is thick, like burning black flames, there are three thick tails, the ends are pitch black The serrated bone knife was five or six meters long, swinging nimbly. The giant lion blocked the entire street, looking down indifferently at the black-armored man who was as small as a bug to it.

The black-armored man could no longer remain calm, and trembled all over. An incredible expression appeared on his face, and he roared in horror: "Three-tailed black flame lion?!"

Three-tailed black flame lion, a creature of the abyss!

The man in black armor turned around and ran away. The three black flame lions pounced out quickly and trampled the man in black armor under his huge feet, leaving only his head exposed.

The three-tailed black flame lion opened its huge mouth, and the indescribably rich and extreme darkness spread out. The black-armored man was horrified, but he could not break free.

The darkness of the abyss!

Enough to extinguish any trace of fire in him!

The darkness spread to the man in black armor. The man in black armor stopped struggling, his expression froze on his face, and his whole body quickly withered. The water and blood quickly drained away, turning into a black mummy that looked like dry wood. It was killed by the giant lion. The claws were crushed into dry dregs and never recovered this time.

The giant lion shrank and regained its human body. The man with the cross scar turned away and left, as if he had done an insignificant thing.

…

In the north, a small village was being plundered by northern orcs, and the cries and wild roars of the orcs mixed into the music of war.

A cavalry regiment of hundreds of people broke into the village, charged with lances, and stabbed to death each of the northern orcs. Some of the cavalry were pulled off their horses and hacked to death by the orcs.

The cavalry's armor lining is embroidered with a lance pattern. This is a unit of the Lancer Corps.

After a long time, the battle ended.

Blood dripped down the lance and onto the ground.

All these northern orcs were wiped out.

The villagers cried bitterly after the disaster, and those who could still maintain their senses came forward to thank the cavalry.

Captain Caesar took off his helmet, wiped the blood on his face, glanced at the destroyed village, and asked the village chief: "What are your plans?"

The village chief said tremblingly: "Races is finished, we are going to flee to the east to the Guishuang Kingdom."

Caesar frowned and said coldly: "Races has not yet perished!"

The villagers looked miserable and shook their heads.

"The royal capital is gone, the king is missing, and Laces can't be saved."

"There are enemies everywhere and no place is safe."

Caesar put it on again and said calmly: "Those who wreak havoc on our land will pay a thousand times the price. As long as there is still one Lassian alive, the country will not be destroyed!"

Caesar patted his horse and rode forward, leading the team in a hurry toward the next village.

Soldiers are never confused.

The suffering of the nation only fueled the anger of the military.

All Lasces' legions will not stop resisting until the enemy who invades the country pays a bloody price.

Even if the wilderness is filled with beacon smoke and the earth is full of blood, as long as the iron hoof remains, the mountains and rivers will still exist!