Chapter 811 The desperate lion, Leo Breo!

"Cough cough! It hurts! Little bastard, please be gentle!" Leo, in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes and began to scream in pain the next second. The unforgettable curse of purifying the curse made him tremble all over his body, because it was not purified through the light skills and sacred skills, but forced expelled through the artifact. The sense of withdrawal between the body and the soul directly made Leo want to die.

"Uncle Leo! I really didn't expect to see you alive!" Apophis Breo wiped his tears and said with some grievance. God knows how difficult it will be for the entire Junlin family to lose the support of the sixth level... If it weren't for the old love of King Roland, the entire Junlin family might not exist. There is really no level six, no one dares to come up and step on it. Apophis Breo feels that he is like Wang Xiaoer's New Year, and every year is worse than every year.

"Silly boy, how old is he still urinating! Old man, I'm not dead yet!" Leo Breo looked at the child who was almost three years old and burst into tears, and couldn't help but pat his arm to comfort him.

"You guy is promising! Now the territory is arranged! The king is also a nostalgic person. He still trusts our King's family so much. Unfortunately, the family can no longer charge for His Majesty like before!" Leo murmured.

"But the Junlin family did not owe him the Lagrang family after the Battle of the North! We are also those who have shed blood and loyalty for this empire. Now all this should be!" Leo leaned against the hospital bed and said to himself.

Apophis Breo was unanimous, just immersed in the joy of his clan uncle coming back, but Olaf and Dura wanted to block their ears at this moment, good guy! Can we hear this? You just show off the affairs of the upper class aristocrats so nakedly? That's right! It's in line with the characteristics of Lagrang's reckless man!

"What happened? How did you come here in the past few years?" Apophis Breo couldn't help but wonder. Leo had been missing for six years. During these six years, he was always missing his clan uncle Leo, especially when the high-level combat power of the orc showed off his power in front of him.

Whenever Apophis Breo wanted to sigh: "If my uncle Leo Breo is here, how could he let him be presumptuous!"

"I broke the rear and stopped the orc wolf cavalry, hey! Those wolf cubs were too unstoppable! After I killed hundreds of them, they began to disintegrate, and the orc domineering people did not speak of martial ethics! They actually came to cheat and sneak attack me, the seventy-year-old man! Can I bear this?" When he was excited, Old Leo stepped on the bed and hung his legs outside the bed, and pointed his fingers and his chest began to perform.

"I was so angry at that time! I caught a half-orcist! Beat him on the spot! The half-orcs behind me besieged me, and I didn't care at all. The big dragon armor left by your father is such a good thing! It can resist!" Old Leo said as he took out a sack of skin and opened it, and a smell of alcohol came to his face.

"Gudu Gudu!" Old Leo drank a few sips in the astonished eyes of everyone.

"Do you know what's going on?" Old Leo said with a smile.

"Yeah yeah..." The three of them shook their heads one after another.

"Hey! But when I saw my big sword swing! The old orc domineering man shouted bitterly! Then I was chopped away by my sword and held it in my hand as a hand piece! Hehehe!" Old Leo smiled so terrifyingly.

"That...the other half-orcs are watching you kill?" Olaf said in disbelief.

"How is that possible? That can't be beaten me! When I cut the thief and touched the forehead, it was bloody! They couldn't wear my armor, and could only use blunt weapons to hit me, which made me dizzy and dizzy." Old Leo obviously despised those orc domineers.

"So I ran away, they chased... day after day, month after month... I got lost..." Old Leo said in a low voice.

"I lost the map and destroyed those magic equipment. In the vast snowy field, I could only rely on the sun to rush around the grassland, but I had been in the grassland for several years... If I hadn't met a prairie elves tribe, I wouldn't have come back now!" Old Leo said with a smile.

"What's going on with that curse?" Apophis Breo looked at Old Leo curiously.

"Look! You're anxious again! Listen to me to say it slowly!" Old Leo touched his beard and continued to speak with a smile.

"I was not lucky on the road. I met a team of orcs marching. What a guy! That overwhelming wolf cavalry! And I actually saw a rare orc hero! What a guy! This thing is even more cherished than the dragon knight!" Old Leo smashed his mouth.

"Then you won't go in trouble with them, are you?" Olaf said in shock.

"Uh, I rushed up..." Old Leo said awkwardly.

"Bang!" The three of them slapped themselves on the head.

"Have you fought?" Apophis Breo asked knowingly.

"Then... they are almost too many people, and they don't have martial ethics! I can only break through the siege in the end..." Old Leo rubbed his nose and felt a little embarrassed. In fact, what Leo met was the army of orcs that Roland encountered... In other words, Roland still has to thank him. After all, the army of orcs that Roland encountered was already weakened by the dwarves and Leo's army of orcs. The biggest credit was that Leo left behind the sixth level of orcs that were not left by the dwarves.

"Then there is a totem shaman bastard casting spells behind him, trying to delay my speed. Can I bear it?" the old man said proudly.

"So don't tell me that your old man turned around and fought with them?" Olaf covered his eyes.

"And! Then can I spoil it? Turning back is a sword! Ouch!" Old Leo put his hands on his hips and looked so awesome, but he pulled the wound and immediately grinned.

"What then?" The three of them waited for the following words.

"That bitch actually gave me a death curse before he died! He directly cursed me with resentment and death breath! He forced me to attach it to me with his vitality! I'm really fucking @*#!" Old Rio's mouth suddenly became a scent of birds and flowers. A greeting with a very high mother's content made Apophis Breo and the other three looked at each other.

"Forget it, just come back alive!" Apophis Breo had no requirements anymore. He now had the support of the sixth level. Now Apophis Breo felt like he was standing up! He had already begun to think about how to fabricate orcs who disgusted him all day long.

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"Haha! That guy Apophis Breo must have received the gift from him, right?" Roland looked at the distant West on the empty terrace, as if he had seen the returning hero of the Junlin family through thousands of mountains and rivers.

This is the reward Roland received when signing in today. Although it was not something he got, the reward for the return of the sixth-level return of the Junlin family also made Roland feel very worthwhile. At least it was not a useless thing like toilet paper, happiness sticks... No, toilet paper can still wipe its butt!

"There shouldn't be a big problem in the Western Region!" Roland murmured in a low voice. The sixth-level title hero has no garbage. Whether it is the rock hero of the Vladivostok family or the desperate lion of the King's Landing family, the sixth-level hero is already in a high-level ecological niche among professionals!
Chapter completed!