Demon Royal Family

The dungeon was dark and damp, with only flickering torches illuminating the narrow corridors. Each cell was so dark that it was hard to see clearly, with only vague figures lying or sitting, the sound of turbid breathing coming and going, and rustling in the corners. It may be a few small mice emerging, or it may be a palm-sized spider spinning a web.

Except for delivering meals, the jailers will not go near any cells. There are a group of vicious guys locked inside, including northern orcs, heretics, and thugs. Although their hands and feet are shackled, their violent and cruel aura is still there. It got worse. Every time the jailer walked down the corridor of the dungeon, the cruel looks cast by the cells on both sides were like knives hanging in front of his eyes. Just walking around once made the jailer break into a cold sweat.

Ivo entered the dungeon, followed respectfully by the jailer.

The prisoners in the cells on both sides locked their eyes on Ivo, releasing their ferocious aura and putting pressure on Ivo.

Although he was not targeted by the prisoners' momentum, the jailer was still shaken all over and his teeth were trembling.

Ivo frowned and let go of his aura. The powerful aura swept through the dungeon and crushed the aura of the prisoners. The prisoners' aura was stagnant. There was a rustle in the cell. I don't know how many people fell down. The prisoners turned away one after another. Open your eyes.

The aura was expelled and extinguished at once, frightening the restless prisoners. Ivo's expression remained normal. These prisoners were just minor players and could not affect him. However, the jailer felt light all over and felt no pressure. He could not help but feel awe.

In the deepest part of the dungeon, there is a single cell that Ivo specially ordered for Elvir, and it is sealed tightly.

The jailer opened the cell door with a key, and the smell of decay hit his face.

The torch was lit, and in front of him was a cell with dark bricks and stones. There was nothing in the room, only the cold ground. Awell was sitting against the wall, with connected shackles on his hands and feet. His long red hair was still bright and dazzling. She opened her eyes and stared at Ivo coldly without saying a word.

Ivo didn't care about her eyes and said, "How is your stay? Is it comfortable?"

"..." Aiweier was silent for a while and said coldly: "If you come to ridicule me as a winner and satisfy your inner joy, I will be disappointed with your magnanimity."

"I really don't mean that." Ivo shrugged, "You are very valuable, of course I have to be nice to you."

Aiweier frowned. Ever since she was imprisoned here by Ivo, she had tried every means to know what was going on outside. The jailer got Ivo's instructions and was polite to her and told her the situation.

After knowing that she had fallen into Ivo's hands, Ivo's heart dropped. She knew that the relationship between Ivo and the Kingdom of Lassese was estranged and not considered a real aristocracy, and the relationship was not even good, so Ivo might not care. As for the life and death of those noble hostages, she was not sure that Ivo would negotiate with Barea for a hostage exchange, and she was always worried.

But what Ivo expressed now seems to be that he wants to negotiate with Barea.

"What do you want me to do?" Aiweier's tone was low, and he had to lower his head under the eaves.

Ivo touched his chin and did not answer. He looked at Aiweier up and down, as if he was seeing a treasure. His eyes brightened slightly, he smiled, and turned away directly, leaving Aiwei in a daze, not understanding Ivo's intention.

Leaving the dungeon, Ivo looked happy. He saw great benefits from Aiweier.

A stone fell on his boots. Ivo lowered his head. The stone rolled slowly and jumped slightly. He raised his head. The black lion appeared in front of him at some point.

The ground was shaking slightly.

"Did you notice it?"

"Yeah." Ivo nodded and walked out of the town with Black Lion.

Arriving at the gate of the town, Gavin caught up with him panting and said hurriedly: "Lord, urgent information, someone broke open the gate and came straight to the town."

"I know." Ivo already guessed who it was, "I'll deal with him."

Ivo and the Black Lion walked out of town, calm and collected.

Gavin was anxious for a while, and new information came from Xinying. When he opened it and took a look, his heart skipped a beat.

The identity of the enemy is written on the intelligence - "Chongshan" Mosaic!

Level 11 strong man!

Gavin was almost frightened to death. He hurried back to the lord's longhouse and gathered all the senior officials as quickly as possible.

Dopp, the dwarf city lord of Hearth Castle, murmured: "How many lives does it take to kill an eleventh-level strong man?"

No one can answer this question.

Without saying a word, Rhodes went out to assemble the guard regiment. Stonehoof, like him, summoned the mercenaries of the Hurricane Regiment and set off quickly.

Old Cody slumped in his chair and prayed to the gods.

Nafi bit her lip and ran directly to Nebuldan who was resting in the town. She wanted to ride a dragon to rescue Ivo.

…

Deep in the dungeon, Aiweier suddenly felt something in his heart and found that the ground was slowly shaking.

She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, extremely proud of herself.

"Without Donald, how can you stop Mosaic?" Awell said to himself, "I am free."

…

Mosek rode his horse forward on the plain. The gate of the defensive line that he knocked down behind him was getting farther and farther away. The corpses of more than a hundred guards were lying messily under the long wall. Mosek had no intention of entangled, otherwise he would die. There will be more soldiers.

Every time the black dragon-blooded horse steps on the ground, it can cause an astonishing momentum like a small earthquake, and the speed is extremely fast.

Soon, Mosek saw the outline of Liema Town from a distance.

Two figures appeared in front of him, one was Ivo, and the other was a guy Mosek didn't recognize, with a cross scar on his forehead.

Ivo said calmly, "It is indeed you."

Mosek remained silent. The war horse seemed to understand his thoughts and began to sprint at a faster speed. Like a black thunder, the horse's hooves flew, gravel splashed, and behind him dragged a long dust dragon. Mosek He leveled his lance and pointed it at Ivo from a distance.

The lance is condensed with the ultimate holy light, and the heraldic knight's power is unreserved. Mosek is going to kill Ivo with one blow!

Ivo didn't blink his glasses, ignoring Mosek who rushed in front of him, and stared at the tip of the gun expressionlessly.

Time seemed to slow down. The four-meter-long lance was approaching his eyes inch by inch. The energy scraped spiral traces of soil on the ground. The lord's cloak was fluttering and dancing in the strong wind.

Killing intent, indifference, momentum, everything was frozen in a rough palm.

This palm held the lance, and the tip of the lance was only the last ten centimeters away from Ivo's eyeballs, motionless.

"boom!"

The aftermath of the lance was like a storm, and the surrounding ground cracked instantly. Ivo's lord's cloak was lifted back as if being straightened, and it took three seconds to slowly fall down.

Ivo tilted his head and said to the black lion holding the lance: "Thank you."

The Black Lion nodded and casually let go of the lance. Mosek took a few steps back slowly on his horse, looked down at the Black Lion, and said in a solemn tone, "Who are you?"

The black lion didn't answer, and its body swelled.