Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 1101 - 777 Are You Satisfied? _2

Chapter 1101: Chapter 777 Are You Satisfied? _2

Patrick’s face was grim, but the Elf King was, after all, a true Fifth Tier Transcendent, and seemed to have been close to condensing the Ring of Rules long ago.

So in the face of such accusations, Patrick could only grit his teeth at most, a hint of obscure anger flashing in his eyes, but he dared not retort openly.

Although his superficial identity was noble, in the Transcendent World, power was still paramount.

"Leave here!"

The nearby trees reassembled to form a vintage wooden gate.

"This matter will not end like this."

The Elf King issued the final guest expulsion order, but the two of Patrick did not move an inch.

"Duilio, I am very patient and reasonable."

Devour said slowly.

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

"But I’m very disappointed, you are still as stubborn as before."

"I need to find a Ring Bearer named Roger, and it needs to be fast... I’ve heard that Dragon Spirit can sense the surrounding plants. I think on this matter, you should be able to help a great deal."

"I said, leave!"

"This is Bisal...!" The Elf King roared in anger, but before he could finish his words, a giant frosty hand descended from the sky.

Boom!

The ground shook, and the ancient face cracked instantaneously.

"I only ask once."

Devour’s pupils shot out a strange silver light, "How many lives must be lost before you are willing to help?"

"Think carefully before you answer, because the next time what you see will not just be a few corpses."

Devour was expressionless, life seemed to him merely numbers.

"Are you threatening me?!"

The aged face re-condensed.

It was obvious that the Elf King himself had not arrived; what appeared was merely his avatar or consciousness projection.

"You know me."

Devour raised his slender pale hand.

"I only take action, never threaten anyone."

The earth shook and the soil churned, the surrounding plants seemed to be frenziedly stimulated.

But after a moment, the aged face calmed down unwillingly.

He knew Devour.

The reputation of this man spread not only because of his strength but also his cruelty.

Dragonkin are a powerful and long-lived race.

To become the youngest king of a race not only requires perfect lineage and aptitude but more importantly, opportunity.

Unless under extremely special circumstances, every Dragon King would choose to abdicate when the successor reaches their peak.

And the reason Devour could become the youngest Ice Dragon King.

Was because he slaughtered the entire Ice Dragon Clan.

No one knows how he did it, but in any case, everyone else died, and he was the only survivor.

"I will help you find him. Do what you need to do and leave Bisal immediately!"

In the end, the Elf King still compromised.

This was his homeland, with an entire world supporting him, his power would be maximized.

But he who wears the crown must bear its weight and fulfill its responsibilities.

That is power and also a shackle.

Facing a cruel guy like Devour, he had no choice.

"That is reasonable."

Devour nodded.

"Go and do what you should do, I’ll await your news."

The Elf King’s anger had nowhere to vent, and immediately after the conversation ended, he disappeared without a trace.

Patrick stood behind Devour, thinking about the terrifying legends of this man. From the current situation, that dreadful massacre might bear the shadow of his father.

"When can I be this strong too?!"

With a sigh in his heart, but he soon thought of his own predicament.

"That Roger, he’s very strong."

He couldn’t help but remind.

After all, for special reasons, he had concealed some truth from Ares, clearly it was Roger who easily crushed and killed the three Bone Guards.

But in his account, it was the three Bone Guards who resisted valiantly and at the cost of their lives, defeated Roger.

So at this moment, he couldn’t help but be a bit worried.

"Hmm."

Listening to what he said, Devour just snorted lightly and said nothing more.

Not until quite a while later did Devour seem to come back to his senses from his thoughts, turning to glance at Patrick.

"No need to worry, I am stronger."

"After entering the Fifth Tier, you will understand, even the same Ring, but the gap between each is immense."

"At this stage, I’m basically invincible."

"So you have nothing to worry about."

Devour’s words revealed infinite confidence.

The unease on Patrick’s face quickly disappeared.

Not because he blindly believed Devour’s words, but because compared to Devour, he trusted his father more.

Even if the information was somewhat inaccurate, his father’s decision was surely the correct one.

"Let’s go, leave here." Devour suddenly spoke up.

"Where to?" Patrick was a bit puzzled.

"To Elf City."

"I think seeing me there will make Duilio move much faster."

Patrick secretly looked at Devour’s back, this guy’s arrogance was truly unforgettable.

Of course, he had the right to do so.

Terry, for the first time, felt that compared to the crown and that position, power was the foundation of everything.

...

In the emerald palace, an old-faced man sighed heavily.

In the Dragon Spirit clan, once power reaches a certain level, one will no longer age, regardless of gender.

That is to say, there are no elderly individuals in this race.

The Elf King might be the only one.

Nobody knew the reason for his aging.

"You’re too slow."

Devour’s voice suddenly rang out.

"I’ve tried my best."

"That’s your excuse?"

It seemed as if a cold wind blew through the palace, the voice was indescribably sarcastic.

"No wonder after all these years you still haven’t become a Ring Bearer."

"You have too many concerns, too many things you can’t let go of."

Devour said slowly.

"But I have maintained Bisal’s prosperity for a millennium."

The Elf King wore a proud expression.

"Hmph."

Devour snorted lightly, "If you had tried a little harder, becoming a Ring Bearer, or even further, then none of this would have happened."

"In Bisal, you would have the right to say no to me."

He shook his head slowly.

"I hate the dampness and warmth here, it’s pushed my patience to the limit."

"If I accidentally freeze a city, don’t be surprised, I’d be willing to compensate you with three cities."

"You madman!"

The Elf King gritted his teeth.

"I can only determine a rough area for now, the energy there is abnormal, it seems to be a deficiency."

"But this may just be a coincidence."

"If you can’t wait, you can check it yourself."

The Elf King was not entirely sure.

As he finished speaking, the chill in the palace quickly dissipated, and the frost-covered plants died.

"This terrible guy." The Elf King looked apprehensive.

His palace was naturally shrouded in his rules, yet Devour was still easily able to influence and kill the plants.

Meanwhile, in a region of the Unknown Territory, Roger pushed open the stone door and stepped onto the open ground outside.

A huge stone coffin was placed at the center of the room behind him, its base seemed to grow from the ground.

Naturally, it housed the fusion of powers Kenneth.

Some time had passed, and Kenneth’s fusion was nearing its end, it was time to leave.

During this period, besides helping Kenneth merge the powers, Roger wasn’t idle, he basically mastered the sudden surge in strength.

He now appeared to be just an ordinary First Ring Bearer on the surface, but if anyone underestimated him because of this,

Roger would surely give them an unexpected surprise.

At that moment, Roger’s expression shifted, he looked up, and not far off, there was a crisp cracking sound coming from the sky.

Then an entire area was covered in frost, and a hand covered in ice shards appeared out of nowhere, then the space shattered, and a voice came.

"Lucky you, you really were hiding here."

Roger squinted, realizing the guy in front of him was much stronger than the three weaklings he had dealt with before.

"Roger?"

Roger nodded.

Devour smiled, "Good."

"This way, I won’t kill the wrong person."