Demon Royal Family

Continuous snow-white mountains, wild and remote, icy clouds and mist travel through the ice and snow that have not melted for thousands of years, and the north wind howls in the cold night mountains, as always.

The ancestral cemetery of the Cold Valley tribe is where generations of Mimics rest. The tombstones are covered with ice and snow.

A burly man in black stood silently in front of the cemetery for a long time. A mage wearing a metal mask was waiting respectfully behind him.

If Ivo were here, he would recognize the man in black as the "Black Lion" who calls himself another tribe of Mimics.

"How many years have you followed me?" Black Lion murmured in a complicated tone.

Fanu whispered: "Sixty-five years."

"You must hate me in your heart."

Fanu lowered his head deeply and said nothing.

How could I not hate it, having lost sixty-five years of freedom?

Black Lion looked self-deprecating and said calmly: "Don't worry, you will be free soon."

In the wind and snow, the rickety figure of the village chief of the Hangu tribe walked up from a distance and saw the black lion. There was no surprise on his wrinkled face, as if he had known that the black lion would appear here. It was not like he had told Yi before. What Waugh said was unknown to the other Mimic tribe.

"Clan leader." Black Lion nodded slightly.

The village chief stood side by side with him on crutches, looking at the ancestral graveyard with complicated eyes, "Is your time up?"

Black Lion tapped his temple, "My soul fire is almost extinguished, and the third curse is about to take away my life."

"I will prepare a cemetery for you." The village chief sighed.

Black Lion shook his head, "No need."

The village chief glanced at him deeply, "What do you want to do?"

"I gave up. This nightmare fate may be wrong at all." Black Lion said sadly.

"The dawn has appeared. After so many years of persistence, do you want to give up before dawn?" The village chief frowned.

"Only Ivo is the dawn of hope," Black Lion laughed self-deprecatingly, "Look at us, we have no right to call ourselves a tribe. I understand what you did to my brother, but I will never forgive you."

"Do you want to challenge me..." The village chief's tone became serious, "Halton?"

The Black Lion shook his head, "The way Gregango stayed saved the clan, but he may not have good intentions. Chief, I don't regret being a Mimic, I don't regret carrying this hatred, and I don't regret trusting you with my life. , my only hope is to leave a future for the clan."

"Ruling all races, that is the future we should have." The village chief straightened his back. He no longer looked like the kind, decrepit old man. His figure was as tall and straight as if it could pierce the sky, and he had a powerful aura like an ancient wild beast. It was released inadvertently, and with just a hint of aura, the Fa slave on the side was so shocked that he collapsed to the ground, his eyes unbelievable.

"This, this kind of aura... high, high position..." Fa Nu muttered to himself absentmindedly.

Black Lion smiled bitterly, and suddenly made an astonishing move. His fingers were like hooks, and he actually took out his heart. The hot blood pumped out was like a fountain. His face suddenly turned pale. He relied on his strong vitality to prevent him from dying immediately, but That's almost it.

"Are you crazy?!" the village chief yelled angrily, and hurriedly supported the crumbling black lion. The Fanu on the side seemed to feel the same, covering his heart and howling crazily in pain, rolling in the snow, spitting blood.

The heart exposed to the air was connected to dense blood vessels and was still beating strongly. Black Lion tremblingly handed the heart to the village chief and said hoarsely: "Chief, this is my last contribution..."

"Is this how you give up?!" The village chief looked furious. He hurriedly took out a black crystal ball from his arms and placed it on the black lion's forehead. He stared impatiently at the inside of the black crystal ball, as if waiting anxiously. Certain visions occur.

"Don't bother," Black Lion said weakly, "I won't go in."

The village chief's face twitched and he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you going to leave me too?!"

"Chief, I only have one last request," Black Lion's breathing became increasingly rapid, "Give...give him a chance, Ivo is...the only one..."

The village chief's face was livid, and cold anger danced in the corners of his eyes and brows, "Impossible!"

"I... knew it." Black Lion showed a bitter smile. He knew the clan leader too well. Fortunately, he had left behind a backup plan. That boy should have read "Gregango's Alchemy Notes". No one in the tribe knew about the fixing needle in Ivo's mind.

"How can Mimics repeat the mistakes of history? The future of the tribe is left to you, the only...descendant!"

Black Lion closed his eyes, and the breath of life dissipated. At the moment of his death, Fa Nu's seven orifices were bleeding, and he stared at Black Lion's body with eyes full of hatred, "So this is the relief you said..."

Before he finished speaking, Fanu also died.

The black crystal ball attached to the black lion's forehead did not change at all. The village chief silently put away the crystal ball, closed the black lion's eyes, and said calmly: "Halton, death is a cowardly escape. I look down on you."

After that, the village chief swallowed the black lion's heart with a skillful and natural movement, as if he was accustomed to it.

The village chief's aura became stronger. He stamped the ground, and a pit appeared in front of him. He threw the black lion's body into it, covered it with soil, and whittled a stone into a tombstone, quickly completing a simple tomb. .

"Shadow." The village chief called to the clearing.

A shadow turned from light to thick and appeared out of thin air. It was Uncle Shadow in Black Robe. He glanced at the tombstone of Black Lion and said lightly: "It's so frustrating to die."

"Just a coward." The village chief said in a cold tone: "Bring Ivo back."

Uncle Ying's tone was indifferent, "Don't you need to tell Harry Ken?"

"Humph, a useless person," the village chief said coldly, "I want him to watch his son transform with his own eyes!"

"I know." Uncle Ying disappeared.

…

Geng Lei had a strange look on his face. Ivo had been staring at this book in an unknown language since just now. Could it be that Ivo could understand this book?

"Mr. Ivo, do you...understand?"

Ivo hurriedly stopped his thoughts, endured the shock, and pretended to be calm: "I'll try to see if I can understand."

"So what's the result?"

"I don't understand." Ivo used great perseverance to resist the desire to continue reading. He quietly stuffed "Gregongo's Alchemy Codex" back on the bookshelf, and casually took out another book written in dragon language, as if He read as if, pretending to be casual and said: "Geng Lei, I'm fine for the time being. Don't you still want to check the information? Just go ahead and don't worry about me."

"Okay, please help yourself." Geng Lei left with some reluctance. He also wanted to get close to Iwodo again, at least to ask how much the funding was.

Seeing Geng Lei leaving, Ivo hurriedly took out "Gregang Guo's Alchemy Notes" again.

[Unable to reproduce] and [Fragile young] left doubts in his heart. Questions that could not be answered for the time being, Ivo could only suppress them in his heart and continue reading.

"The power of the Supreme Mage, Terra Emperor, and Nine Towers leaves behind a curse that is close to the rules. For me, [Elemental Aversion] is the most terrifying curse. I feel the mana running rampant, and my body becomes Full of holes.

How noble the life of the Supreme Mage was, but because he was afraid of the potential we showed and worried about our future revenge, he gave his life and died with us.

The determination of other races to destroy us is extremely firm!

Our collapsed mana cannot compete with this crazy power.

The first mage fell, only half an hour after the curse took effect.

One wizard after another died, and one day later, hundreds of Mimic wizards all died violently. We cannot resist this terrible curse.

The fire of my life is about to be extinguished. "

Ivo finally learned the identity of "Sage", the strongest mage among the Mimics.

Sure enough, before being cursed, the Mimics had many mages.

But the sacrifice of the Supreme Mage, the centuries-old mana of Tyra Emperor, and the energy of the Nine Towers made the curse indestructible.

So the mage of the Mimic became the dust of history.

The loser dies.