Chapter 671 Cunning Enemy

Chapter 671 Cunning Enemy

"Master Zhenwu, Xiaolong was foolish at the beginning, but now I know I was wrong. Please give me a chance to atone for my sins. I am willing to do anything. Just give me your orders."

"My lord, everything Xiaolong said is true. Please spare my life."

In the face of such powerful strength, the Poison Dragon King knew that he was powerless to resist. After he was able to speak, both heads begged for mercy.

Living in an environment where the strong prey on the weak, he knows the current situation better than any other creature.

Unfortunately, Ivan still looked at him with indifference, as if he was looking at a dead man. The reason why he did not kill him immediately was because he was thinking about the change in the attitude of the Flame Dragon Throne, which was strange.

Given the temper of the Flame Dragon Throne, this shouldn't be the case.

"My Lord, Xiaolong——"

"Shut up."

Hearing his scolding, the Poison Dragon King shuddered and the words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

"Let me ask you, you have dragon blood, right?" Ivan asked.

"Yes, yes, Lord Yanlong and I are close relatives." A head responded quickly.

"You are wrong, you are wrong. We have no blood relationship with Lord Yanlong. Xiaolong is just a sub-dragon who has activated a part of the ancient emerald dragon bloodline by chance. Lord Yanlong only needs to suppress me with his bloodline to make me lose the ability to fight."

The other head sensed the wizard's impatience and quickly interrupted the head next to it, adding hesitantly.

If you keep talking nonsense, you might lose your life in the next second.

At this time, a more unique aura emanated from Ivan and directly pressed down on the Poison Dragon King. The Poison Dragon King's body stiffened and he crawled to the ground with a bang.

"What does it feel like?"

"Master Zhenwu, do you also have pure dragon blood?"

The Poison~Dragon King was both surprised and delighted, even though he looked extremely disheveled at the moment. If they were all from the same clan, it would be more likely that this adult would show leniency.

"How does it compare to the blood pressure the Fire Dragon Throne has put on you? This wizard doesn't like to hear lies." Ivan said lightly.

"Your power is more powerful and more terrifying."

"This is the truth, this is the truth, we swear to the Mother Earth."

The two heads of the Poison Dragon King answered quickly, fearing that he would accidentally kill them.

Ivan understood. It seemed that as the sacred weapon of the dragon clan, the Ten Thousand Dragon Banner not only possessed the capabilities of a force treasure itself, but also had special uses for the dragon clan.

When it comes to dealing with dragons, the most basic use is probably to suppress them.

I just don't know if it can be used against dragon descendants other than Danera. I'll have to go find the Evil Wing King Dokari and try.

"Are you really willing to do anything?"

"Yes, yes."

"Well, for the sake of the Flame Dragon Throne, I'll give you a chance to live. You will be driven by me for three hundred years, and I will set you free after three hundred years. How about that?"

After hearing what this adult said, the Poison Dragon King wanted to refute, but he was afraid of angering the other party and losing this precious opportunity.

"Master True Wizard, I know where the Snake Man King Abraham and the Blood Elf King Harrington are. Look--" He was still unwilling and said cautiously.

"If you are under my command, isn't that your responsibility? Could it be that you have ulterior motives now? Are you a rebellious creature? You really can't be kept." Ivan said coldly.

"Sir, Xiaolong is willing to be commanded by you. From now on, if you tell me to go east, Xiaolong will definitely not go west."

Poison~The Dragon King surrendered immediately.

He was like a fish on a chopping board, and he only regretted that he had been so blinded by greed that he had the audacity to hunt down this lord, but he did not kill him all. Now it was too late to say anything.

Not long after, the man and the dragon reached the second underground floor.

In this layer, there are snake people who inherited the blood of Titan Python, sub-giant race - eyeless giants, as well as fang people, blood elves, bat people and so on.

The territories of the Snakemen and the Blood Elves are not far apart, so they can be dealt with together.

"My lord, I will go to challenge the Snake People and lure Abraham out." When arriving near the Snake People, the Poison Dragon King behaved exceptionally actively.

"Go ahead, but don't cause mass killings." Ivan agreed.

The Poison Dragon King flapped his wings vigorously and broke into the snake people's land so recklessly. His arrival immediately caused waves of commotion and fear below, and the snake people guards tried to delay time.

He kept in mind the instructions of the True Witch Master, suppressed his annoyance, and ignored the annoying soldiers on the ground.

"Abraham, come out and die!"

"Who? How dare you trespass into my snake nation?"

The entire snake people are divided into countless tribes. The one with the ancient snake king in charge is naturally a large tribe. The core area of ​​this tribe named "Grey Horn" is built around the Tianzhu Mountains and is full of unique characteristics of the snake people.

The poisonous dragon king flew in the air and roared towards the huge city.

Countless snake people gathered not far away, staring nervously at the powerful enemy that suddenly attacked.

"Abraham, if you know what's good for you, stand up. Otherwise, don't blame me for letting all the snake people suffer." The Poison Dragon King held poisonous smoke in his mouth, ready to strike.

"Poison Dragon King Lulong, did you come here to die?" Abraham, the ancient king of the snake people, revealed his figure, staring at the Poison Dragon King with a pair of vertical pupils sinisterly.

"Long time no see, Abraham, hahahaha."

Seeing him here, the Poison Dragon King laughed with glee.

Sure enough, happiness and pain are contrasted.

"Poison Dragon King, if you don't tell me the truth today, I will make sure you won't be able to laugh anymore." Abraham suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Fight a game, and you'll know after that."

The smile on the Poison Dragon King's face turned ferocious, and he pounced forward as he finished speaking.

Now Abraham had no choice but to respond. He soon discovered that the other party was serious and was determined to fight for his life from the beginning, and his momentum was particularly fierce.

He is the only ancient king of the Grayhorn tribe. In this massive confrontation, other snakemen can hardly get involved.

Abraham's methods and secret techniques were all quite good. Even if the Poison Dragon King used 120% of his strength, he could only fight him on equal terms in a short period of time, and both of them would suffer losses.

"Poison~Dragon King, with your limited skills, you are not qualified to act recklessly in front of me."

The two men fought for countless rounds, and their location gradually moved away from the Tianzhu Mountains. During a break in the battle, Abraham hoped to find out something.

"I admit that I can't take you down, so I have to trouble my master to do it himself."

The Poison~Dragon King originally wanted to show off in front of Lord True Witch, but he was not strong enough. Seeing that the snake man opposite was still talking nonsense, he simply compromised.

Hearing this, the ancient snake king's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

In an instant, a huge crisis suddenly emerged and the breath of death enveloped him.

A huge hand stretched out from the darkness in the distance. This huge hand reached the sky and the earth. It immediately blocked the place where he was standing and pinched him in its palm. The breath of death completely descended.

"Sir, our Serpent People are blessed by the Grey Frost Throne. We respectfully invite you--"

"What did he just say?"

"It should be some nonsense."

Seeing Abraham, who was as powerful as himself, die so easily, Poison Dragon King broke out in a cold sweat. This lord was even more terrifying than he had imagined. Fortunately, he had begged for mercy quickly enough.

"Well, let's go to the next place."

Every grievance has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. Ivan is not the kind of person who would vent his anger on others. Hambra, who offended him, has already been executed, so there is no need to continue targeting the snake people.

Afterwards, the man and the dragon came to the territory of the blood elves.

Just like before, after finding the tribe where Harrington was, the Poison Dragon came out and made a scene, but the result was disappointing. The Blood Elf King Harrington was not there at all.

The Poison Dragon King was quite indignant about this, but he did not dare to act on his own.

"Sir, how about we destroy this tribe? You don't have to do it. Give me half a day and I will deal with these evil blood elves."

He could only retreat back to Ivan and offer his suggestions expectantly.

"Full of killing."

"Yes, yes, you are right."

"Go find Harrington's relatives. I have my own way to deal with Harrington."

Wizards always believe in equal exchange. Since Harrington has not made any move to exterminate humanity, Ivan will not dispose of the blood elf tribe at will.

After receiving the order, the Poison Dragon King broke into the Blood Elf tribe again.

However, he returned empty-handed again and explained the reason with embarrassment.

Harrington was undoubtedly a smart blood elf. He sensed the potential crisis in advance. In order to prevent others from using his blood to track him, he dealt with some people related to him in advance and took a small number of people away.

This approach is foolproof.

"That guy is so cunning."

The Poison Dragon King felt very unbalanced. How could someone escape punishment for something they had all committed? "Sir, how about I stay here and keep a close eye on the entire blood elf clan? I don't believe he will never come back?"

"He is indeed a well-rounded blood elf."

Ivan did not expect Harrington to be so thorough, but if the other party thought he could escape from his grasp in this way, he would be underestimating himself.

Bloodline tracing is not available.

Precognitive means are inevitable, unless Harrington escapes directly into the long river of the star realm, or someone is willing to protect his family.

"I want to see where such a clever man can hide."

The Poison Dragon King wanted to say something, but after hearing what Lord Zhenwu said next, he quickly closed his mouth and watched with his eyes wide open.

Then, he discovered that Lord Zhenwu had a green book in his hand. Although the book looked ordinary, it contained magical power.

Master Zhenwu just stretched out his finger and tapped it, and a faint purple divine light jumped onto the paper.

Master Zhenwu looked thoughtful.

"What a smart man! He showed me the dark side of the lamp."

After a while, a strange look appeared on Ivan's face, and he looked towards the blood elf tribe not far away.

"Sir, could it be that Harrington is hiding in the tribe and has not come out yet? What a cold-blooded thief, how dare he do this?"

"What a bunch of stubborn blood elves! They deserve to die and be swallowed up."

Poison~The Dragon King’s face was very dark. He didn’t expect that someone had concealed the truth from him.

This is just asking adults to laugh at you. How ridiculous!
"He has concealed it from everyone, but he is not in the tribe. Instead, he is hiding in a secret place at the back, paying close attention to the tribe's movements. You wait here, I will be back soon."

"My Lord, Xiaolong——"

In view of Harrington's cunning, Ivan decided to take care of it himself to avoid any further complications.

The Poison~Dragon King wanted to watch the fun, but without the permission of the True Witch, he didn't dare to do anything unnecessary. He could only suppress his inner restlessness and wait there.

the other side.

Ivan passed the blood elf tribe in an instant and landed in front of a hillside hanging upside down on the top barrier behind him. He gathered the multi-phase rule power into a palm and stretched out his palm towards the hillside.

The slopes are composed of hard mineral rock.

After the palm touched it, there was an extremely brief pause, just a pause, and then the hillside collapsed layer by layer, and the palm of rules crushed it completely.

Suddenly, an iron monument interwoven with blood and thunder appeared, holding up the palm of rules tightly, making it difficult to crush it.

There was a man standing under the iron monument, it was none other than the Blood Elf King Harrington.

At this moment, Harrington was horrified. He didn't expect that he hid so deeply and no one could find him easily.

"Lord True Wizard Throne, Harrington knows he will die. I have a treasure to offer you. I hope you will be magnanimous and let my descendants go, even if they have to become slaves."

"It's too late. When you are killed, any treasures you have will still be mine."

There were three outstandingly beautiful girls among Harrington's descendants, but Ivan ignored them. He knew the principle of cutting the grass at its roots, and it was a pain for these girls to live.

However, the iron tablet that the opponent relied on was a primary force artifact and could not be taken down with just one palm.

"I am from the Blood Thunder Throne."

"Even the Blood Thunder Throne cannot stop this wizard from taking revenge."

Of course Harrington was reluctant to die, he wanted to delay some time, but Ivan did not give him such an opportunity.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength.

Ivan has always done this. Since he couldn't take it with his palm, he used the Ten Thousand Dragon Banner instead. The dragon banner kept getting bigger and longer. One pole directly poked into the secret place, and the surface of the banner was shaking.

In a moment, the entire secret place was destroyed, except for the iron tablet that was wrapped by the banner.

In this process, Harrington and others were reduced to ashes, without leaving any trace.

Ivan once again experienced the domineering nature of the Ten Thousand Dragon Banner. It could control and suppress everything, making the enemy's methods come to nothing, and it could also destroy everything. Back and forth, it was hard to imagine what else could contend with it.

"Oh, it came so quickly."

As soon as he put away the iron tablet left by Harrington, he found that someone was coming with the power of rules and appeared not far away. He didn't know what Harrington had promised secretly.

Seeing this, he did not panic.

"True Wizard Throne, you came to my territory without even saying hello, that's a bit rude."

"Blood Thunder Throne, I was just about to visit you, but was delayed by something here. Please don't blame me."

After a while, Ivan returned to the other side.

The two men stood opposite each other, and the newcomer stood next to the Poison Dragon King first. It was the Blood Thunder Throne that Harrington had been thinking about before his death, and he came particularly quickly.

"Sir, help me."

"Shut up."

The Poison~Dragon King had a sad face and just as he opened his mouth to ask for help, he was suppressed by the Blood Thunder Throne.

At this moment, the Blood Thunder Throne realized that he was a step late, and his face turned very ugly. (End of this chapter)