"laugh!"

The light green blood splattered, but Patrick did not dodge and let the blood scatter on the hem of his clothes.

"What a strange race, the blood is mixed with the fragrance of grass, and some of the flavors are very unique, which makes me feel that killing them is a waste."

Patrick murmured to himself.

The corpses of dragon elves were piled up around, and this race that advocated peace and had a special liking for art was subjected to bloody suppression.

Patrick's feet were soaked in blood, but he still waved his weapon expressionlessly.

"Mr. Patrick, let's get out of here as soon as possible." A leader of the Dragon Iron Guard came forward and reminded.

"This is Bisal. Some people say that every plant and every green grass are the people of the Elf King, so they will sooner or later know what happened here."

“Unless we can find a place that is not covered with grass.”

Long Tiewei was worried when he spoke, "After all, the Elf King is also a fifth-level extraordinary person."

"Need not."

Patrick shook his head. Since his father made a promise, he would never break his promise. The Silver Dragon clan has jurisdiction over the entire territory.

Ereth has a special way to get here in a short time.

In addition, he has killed all the dragon elves in the blockade area. Even if it is really as the leader said, it will take some time when the elf king reacts.

This time difference is enough.

As he was speaking, a transparent light column in the sky reached the ground, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply. In the area, a thin layer of frost was attached to the surface of all plants.

The strong wind swept across, and the plants shrouded in frost turned into fine ice and snow drifted with the wind.

The light column disappeared, and a handsome man with silver hair and silver eyes appeared in the center.

"Mr. Dewal?"

Patrick looked surprised, then he seemed to think of something, waved his hand to let all the dragon iron guards around him retreat.

"Lord Dragon King has more important things to deal with, so I sent me out of the North and come here in person. What is the name of the guy who is with Prince Kenneth?"

"Roger." Patrick replied.

"A ring-to-singer, I will deal with it myself as long as I find him. As for Prince Kenneth, I will leave it to you."

Hearing DeWal's words, Patrick's eyes flashed. DeWal was powerful. He was not the Silver Dragon clan with pure bloodline, but from the City of Frost. He was the youngest dragon king in the history of the Ice Dragon.

Usually I only stay in Binglan City in the North and rarely go out, but I didn’t expect that I would appear here.

Patrick was speculating on the relationship between him and Ereth, but he heard Devor say, "I'm just here to kill people, and the rest won't be asked."

It was obvious that DeWal should have known something, and Patrick quickly restrained his emotions and nodded slowly.

"The external passage has been closed. Since that guy is hiding on Bisal, the next thing is much simpler."

"We just need to find him."

As he was talking, Devor suddenly raised his head, his eyes shot sharply, looking somewhere in the sky.

"I'm not lucky, I've found the way to that guy."

At that moment, the plants around seemed to be infused with infinite vitality and grew wildly. The thick tree trunks were entangled together and condensed into an old face.

"Dvor from the north, and Patrick, the son of the Saint, your arrival is willing to welcome the whole clan."

"If there is any neglect or transcendence, please make it clear that as the Elf King, I will give a fair ruling!"

Speaking of this, the face made of trees and vines suddenly roared.

"But I don't allow anyone to massacre my people at will!"

"Even if it is His Majesty the Dragon King's will, at least give me a just reason, otherwise I will try my best to contact Lord Emil and let him make a ruling."

"I haven't seen you for many years, but I still look like this." Devor shook his head carelessly.

"Duillio, just died some insignificant guys. This is a small mistake, and any battle will kill people."

"Now I need you to do a little favor, a dangerous guy lurking above Bisal, I hope you can help me find him."

"As for the statement, what kind of statement do you want?"

Devor raised his brow slightly, "If you want, I can invite you to the north. How many people died here? You can write down one by one, and I will let you kill enough there."

"Are you satisfied?"

Devor's voice was cold, and his words were even more chilling.

The angry expression of the Elf King gradually disappeared. He understood DeVol, a guy who was as cold as ice in the abyss.

Be willing to make promises, be cruel to yourself, and to others...

"Can we come and talk about the serious matter now?"

He seemed to be unwilling to worry about how much shock his proposal would bring. Devor's face was relaxed, and his actions made the Elf King unable to deal with it.

"I am different from you. What I want is justice and reason, not like you..."

"double!"

Devoll's tone was relaxed.

"Not everyone is like you, butcher."

"three times!"

There was no change in the expression on Devor's face.

"Get out, get out of here!"

The Elf King's face changed drastically, "Bisal doesn't welcome you."

He said that, turning his gaze to Patrick.

"As the son of the saint, I am disappointed for Lord Emil. What a glorious and righteous strong man, and I have not seen these advantages in you at all."

Patrick's face was gloomy, but the Elf King was a real fifth-level extraordinary person after all, and it seemed that he was about to condense the ring of rules a long time ago.

So in the face of this accusation, Patrick could only grit his teeth at most, with a faint anger flashing in his eyes but he did not dare to refute it in person.

Although his superficial identity is noble, his power is still respected in the extraordinary world.

"Get out of here!"

The trees next to them reassembled to form a retro wooden door.

"Things won't end there."

The Elf King issued the final order to expel guests, but Patrick and others moved half a step.

"Duillio, I'm very patient and reasonable."

Devoll said slowly.

"People died here, and now I am willing to take responsibility for everything that happens here..." He shook his head slowly.

"But I'm very disappointed, you're still as stubborn as before."

"I want to find a ring marker named Roger, which should be fast... I heard that the dragon elves can sense the plants around them, and I think you should be able to help a lot on this issue."

"I said, leave!"

"This is Bisal..." The Elf King roared angrily, but before he could finish his words, a huge frost palm fell from the sky.

boom!

The earth shook, and the old face instantly cracked.

"I'll just ask once."

A strange silver light shot out from Devor's pupils, "How many people are you willing to help?"

"Think clearly and answer, because the next time you see is definitely not this corpse."

Devor had no expression on his face, and life seemed to be just a number in his eyes.

"You are threatening me?!"

The old face regained.

It is obvious that the Elf King himself did not arrive. The only one who appeared here was his incarnation or consciousness projection.

"You know mine."

Devor raised his slender pale palm.

"I only know how to do things and never threaten anyone."

The earth shook and the soil rolled over, and the surrounding plants seemed to be stimulating wildly.

But after a moment, the old face calmed down with unwillingness.

He knows DeWal.

The spread of this man's reputation is not only because of his strength, but also because of his coldness.
To be continued...