Chapter 1100: Chapter 777: Are You Satisfied?
“Chh!”
Pale green blood splattered, but Patrick did not dodge, letting the blood sprinkle on the hem of his clothes.
“Truly a peculiar race. The fragrance of grass is mixed in their blood, and the scent is so unique that I feel killing them is a waste.”
Patrick murmured to himself.
All around were piles of dragon elf corpses, this peace-loving and art-obsessed race had been brutally suppressed.
Patrick’s feet were already soaked with blood, yet he still swung his weapon with an indifferent expression.
“Lord Patrick, we should leave here as soon as possible.” A leader of the Dragon Iron Guard stepped forward to remind him.
“This place is Bisal, and it is said that every plant and every blade of grass is a subject of the Elf King, so everything happening here will be known to them sooner or later.”
“Unless we can find a place not covered by grass.”
The Dragon Iron Guard speaking wore a worried look, “After all, the Elf King is a Fifth Tier Transcendent.”
“No need.”
Patrick shook his head. Since his father had made a promise, he would never fail to keep it. The Silver Dragon Clan governs the entire territory.
Ares has special ans to reach here in a short ti.
Besides, he had already killed all the dragon elves in the lockdown zone, even if it were as the leader said, it would take so ti for the Elf King to react.
This ti difference was enough.
While he was speaking, a transparent beam of light descended from the sky to the ground, and the temperature plumted, covering all the plants in the area with a thin layer of frost.
The strong wind swept through, turning the frost-covered plants into fine ice and snow, scattering them with the wind.
The light beam disappeared, and a tall, handso man with silver hair and silver eyes appeared at the center.
“Mr. Devour?”
Patrick looked surprised, then seed to think of sothing, and waved his hand for the surrounding Dragon Iron Guard to retreat.
“The Dragon King has more important matters to attend to, so he sent away from the North personally. What’s the na of the guy with Prince Kenneth?”
“Roger.” Patrick replied.
“A First Ring Ring Bearer, as long as I find him, I will handle it personally. As for Prince Kenneth, I leave him to you.”
Upon hearing Devour’s words, Patrick’s eyes flickered. Devour’s strength was overwhelming, and he wasn’t a pure-blooded mber of the Silver Dragon Clan but hailed from Frost City, the youngest Dragon King in Ice Dragon history.
He almost always stayed in Ice Mist City in the North, rarely going out, unexpectedly appearing here.
As Patrick was speculating about the relationship between him and Ares, he heard Devour say, “I’m just here to kill, I won’t inquire about the rest.”
Clearly, Devour should know sothing, and Patrick quickly restrained his emotions, nodding slowly.
“The external passages are closed, and since that guy is hiding in Bisal, what follows is straightforward.”
“We only need to find him.”
While speaking, Devour suddenly looked up, his eyes shooting sharp glances at a certain spot in the sky.
“Not bad luck, the thod to find that guy has arrived.”
In an instant, the surrounding plants seed injected with boundless vitality, growing wildly, with thick trunks intertwining to form an aged face.
“Devour from the North, and Patrick, son of the Saint, the entire Bisal is willing to welco you with the full support of our race.”
“If there is any neglect or overstepping, please do enlighten us. As the Elf King, I will deliver fair judgent!”
Saying this, the face ford from trees and vines suddenly roared fiercely.
“But I do not allow, will not allow anyone to slaughter my subjects at will!”
“Even if it’s the Dragon King’s decree, at least give a just reason, otherwise, I will exhaust all ans to contact Lord Emil, and have him deliver judgent.”
“I haven’t seen you for many years, still the sa old way.” Devour shook his head indifferently.
“Duilio, just so insignificant individuals died, it’s a minor oversight, any battle will have casualties.”
“Now I need you to assist with a little help, a dangerous individual is lurking above Bisal, and I hope you can help find him out.”
“As for an explanation, what kind of explanation do you want?”
Devour slightly raised an eyebrow, “If willing, I can invite you to the North, tally the number of deaths here, and I’ll let you have your fill of killing there.”
“Is this satisfactory?”
Devour’s voice was icy, and his words sent chills down the spine.
The Elf King’s angry expression gradually faded, understanding Devour, a ruthless being like the abyss ice.
He always kept his word, cruel to himself, towards others…
“Can we talk about business now?”
Seemingly unconcerned about the turmoil his proposal might cause, Devour’s expression relaxed, and his approach left the Elf King unable to counter it.
“I am not like you, I seek justice and reason, not like you…”
“Double!”
Devour spoke lightly.
“You butcher, not everyone is like you.”
“Triple!”
Devour’s expression remained unchanged.
“Begone, leave here!”
The Elf King’s deanor changed dramatically, “Bisal does not welco you.”
As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Patrick.
“As the son of the Saint, I feel disappointed for Lord Emil, such a noble and righteous being, yet these qualities are utterly absent in you.”
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