"My father, it seems that you have encountered some troubles."
An evil smile appeared on Izavande's face, and then he found a seat beside him and sat down leisurely.
Seeing his son's appearance, Basil Raqua instinctively felt a little disgusted in his heart, and the defeat in the battle made him feel a faint anger in his heart.
"Why did you come back now?"
Basil Raqua raised his eyelids, revealing bloodshot eyes.
"Aren't we contacting the other two tribes? I didn't have any time to spare during the whole process, but who knew that when I came back, I got the news of the tribe's tragic defeat."
Izavande poured himself a glass of berry juice and drank it with satisfaction. Although the truth was cruel, there was no trace of panic, anger or loss on his face. Instead, there was a hint of ridicule.
"What's the relationship between the two tribes?"
"It was originally successful, and the other party agreed to send troops, but..." Izewende's voice always reminded people of Night Owl, especially in such an empty hall, it seemed a bit cold.
"But what? When did you learn to talk to me like this?" The veins on Basil's palms bulged out as he clasped the armrests hard, and his thick black feather cloak rustled.
"Haha, but because of your defeat, those two tribes regretted it again."
Izavande raised his head and spoke expressionlessly, the mockery in his eyes no longer concealed.
"You dare to talk to me like this, Izavande Laqua... Do you think that this year you have grown to the point of disregarding dignity?" Basil Laqua finally stood up from his big chair.
He stood up and looked at each other with the same cold eyes.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly turned cold, and as Basil Laqua walked down from the high platform, the pressure brought by the power accumulated over the years became even heavier.
Step by step, Basil Laqua walked straight towards his son, Izavande, wearing his black feather cloak.
"Do the superiors like to escape like this?"
"Is it really difficult to admit mistakes? Although I don't want to admit it, but..."
Izawende stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, looked at his nails playfully, and chuckled: "You are such a waste."
Once this sentence was said, it was earth-shattering.
Because this is simply not what a son can say to his father.
Basil Laqua's footsteps paused.
"Oh? Aren't you angry? You still have some skills, you are not as stupid as you think." Putting away his palms, Izawende stood up with a smile, still with a trace of ridicule in his eyes.
"It's just that after all, ignorance is ignorance, inferiority is inferiority, and the upper limit ends here. To be honest, your ability really disappoints me."
Izewende faced the burly figure in front of him who was half a head taller than himself, and stepped forward gently.
If you don’t look at the expressions or listen to the conversation, you might think that this is a father and son embracing each other.
Basil Laquapi moved his lips with a smile, looked at the unkind heir in front of him, and said coldly: "As expected, he is no longer my son, but you still called me for so many days.
Abba, so I will make your death more pleasant."
"What's the point of talking about this now? You still call yourself an eagle...a ridiculous and inferior race." Izawende raised the little finger of his right hand, "Your horizons are only as big as a small fingernail.
So, are you going to call the guards or run away?"
Izavande took another step and stood still.
The two figures were only five meters apart at the moment, and each other's figures were clearly visible in their respective eyes.
"Ah."
Izavande only responded with a sneer.
Basil Laqua's black-feathered cloak instantly exploded and fell apart.
Amidst the black feathers falling all over the sky, a figure suddenly tore through the air, accompanied by a loud bang.
Basil Raqua revealed his majestic upper body covered with scars. At this moment, he swept away his previous image of a conspirator and completely transformed into a violent warrior.
His hands were now wearing a pair of very fine white bone gloves. The spikes on the gloves were stained with blood, leaving no doubt about the power of this punch.
Even solid rocks can be shattered by a punch.
If it fell on a human body, the half-inch-long spikes would be enough to tear the human body to pieces.
The smile on Izewende's face disappeared, and the moment his fist was about to hit his body, he strangely moved half a meter sideways.
The heavy punch passed by, but the wind caused by the punch made Izewander's robe flutter.
"Is this your head..."
Click!
Izavande's sarcastic voice stopped abruptly as soon as it started.
Because the fist that had clearly moved away from his body turned into a fist and appeared behind his head at some point at this moment. His five fingers were clasped together, and he twisted violently.
Decisive and ruthless!
Amidst the crisp sound of bones cracking, Izewende's neck was twisted a full 180 degrees!
Holding Izewander's shoulder with one hand and letting go of the other person's head with the other hand, Basil Laqua looked at the face with all frozen expressions expressionlessly, "You take yourself seriously.
"
There was no pain in killing his own heir at all in his voice, but it was just more ruthless than to the enemy.
However, as soon as his voice fell, his pupils suddenly shrank!
"What!?"
I saw the face of Izewende, whose expression was frozen, suddenly burst into an extremely dangerous smile.
The neck bones are broken, and the dying man smiles like this.
Is there anything weirder than this?
Basil Laqua's reaction speed was extremely fast. The right hand he had just withdrawn popped out like lightning. This time he was going to crush Izavande's head.
But at this moment, his movements suddenly froze.
puff!
A palm penetrated his chest directly.
All the strength in his body receded like a tide.
It was obvious that Izewende's head was only a few centimeters away from his palm, but those few centimeters became an insurmountable chasm.
He spoke with difficulty: "Why...what..."
A bright red heart was pinched in Izavande's hand.
Hearing this, Izewander's turned face revealed a mocking expression, "Inferior creature."
The five fingers clenched suddenly.
boom!
The bright red heart was crushed instantly.
But there wasn't even the slightest splash of blood.
Because all the blood was absorbed by Izavande's palm at this moment.
An abnormal flush surged across his pale face.
The body facing forward twisted around like a puppet.
While his neck was squirming, he only heard a click. Izawende moved his neck and it returned to its original state.
Looking at the dead Basil Laqua who still refused to close his eyes, a mocking smile appeared on Izavande's lips, and he suddenly pulled out his palm, letting the corpse fall down.
He really hates this uncivilized way of handing over power.