The Shadow didn't cast top-level magic as soon as he came up, just to stall for time and wait for the rescue of the Sword Spirit Tribe.

He wasn't stupid enough to think he could beat Longman, so he chose to stall for time, and now he finally waited for Roland to come to the rescue.

Roland walked out of the dense forest, followed by the four high-ranking demon generals of Hyakkimaru, Ziling, Ghost Ji, and Sword Elder, as well as the patriarchs of the eleven middle-ranking demon generals, each with a grim look on their faces, staring at Longman as if they were staring at a dead person.

Even the noisy roll that jumped into the arms of the ghost queen was quiet at this time, and looked at the lizardman opposite him like a curious baby, as if he was very interested in the golden armor on his body.

Bang......

Hyakkimaru held the head of a lizardman in one hand and threw it casually, and the lizardman who had previously blocked ten lower demon generals from going to support was thrown to the ground by Hyakkimaru with a bang like a broken sack, and his head was already deformed like a flattened watermelon, and he couldn't die anymore.

The breeze blew, and the field was quiet.

"Hahahaha......" Longman suddenly laughed, a pair of lizard eyes were terrifyingly cold, shooting out an astonishing killing intent, "Sure enough, it's a group of natives, do you think that a large number of people can turn the situation around? ”

He was smiling, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes, but a terrifying and hideous killing intent flashed.

His gaze swept over everyone as if he were looking at his prey, paused on the ghost hime, and the corners of his mouth hooked up the arc of evil, lewdness, and evil, and then his gaze touched Rolling Roll's body, and he suddenly showed surprise.

It's chubby like a black ball of meat, but if you look closely, you will find that it has the characteristics of the dragon clan, and it has the cultivation of the upper demon general realm at such a young age, which is definitely impossible on ordinary monsters, obviously this is a young dragon!

This discovery shocked Langman's heart, and he was overjoyed, the dragon clan, as long as he grows up, he will be a strong man in the Demon King Realm at the most, if he is trained since he was a child, he will be able to harvest a Demon King Realm battle pet in the future.

You must know that even His Majesty the King of the Edins Kingdom is only a Demon King Realm, which means that as long as he gets this young dragon and cultivates it properly, he will be able to harvest a war pet comparable to the king's combat power in the future, and it is not impossible to expand his territory and establish his own kingdom.

Today must have been pampered by the goddess of luck, the luck is really good, and sent a woman, and sent a top magic, and also sent a young dragon, Longman felt as if his life had reached the peak, ecstatic.

But the surprise was not over, he discovered the existence of Roland again, this child with long light blue hair and a black cloth wrapped around his eyes, wasn't it the child in the portrait he had been looking for?

Why his father, Earl Field, did everything possible to find the child, not only because he killed Fawkes, but also because he had obtained the remains of the Dark Demon Flame Dragon, the news was known only to a few people, including him.

The remains of the Dark Demon Flame Dragon, full of treasures, whether it is the soul seed, the demon core, or its flesh and bones, they are all the top treasures in the world, so that young dragon is likely to be the heir of the Dark Demon Flame Dragon, Longman instantly figured out the origin of the rolling, and why an indigenous tribe has a young dragon.

Looking at Roland and Rolling and Ghost Ji and the others, Longman was almost crazy with joy, and even had a feeling of dreaming, which was extremely unreal, and suddenly dropped such a big cake for him in one day, which made him unbelievable.

"Carl, take a good look, is he, that kid, the one in the portrait?"

Like all those who have won the billions lottery, Longman had some doubts about whether he had won some kind of illusion and wanted to check with his slave and think tank, the fox man.

"Yes...... Yes, that's him, Master Longman. The fox man named Carl looked at Roland, and suddenly felt as if he was being targeted by a demon king, which made his back chill, and he didn't dare to look at it anymore, so he quickly lowered his head and responded, his voice trembling a little.

What happened just now, that kid...... How did it give me the feeling that it was more dangerous than facing Longman, Carl was secretly frightened.

You must know that Longman is a one-star demon handsome powerhouse, although he also wonders why the child with the portrait is here, but he doesn't think he can pose a threat to Longman, but what he felt just now is ...... He was shocked.

Longman didn't notice the change in Karl's expression, he was already ecstatic to the point of sickness, and suddenly he kicked Carl into the air, and he fell to the ground, his face contorted with pain.

Langman scolded happily and angrily: "You cheap slave, I was almost ruined by you, didn't you say that he was an outsider, how could he be in the tribe, I will clean you up later...... Now......"

His gaze swept towards Roland and the others, his gaze fixed on Roland, as if he regarded a treasure, and shouted greedily: "It's you who kill Fawkes, hand it over, the remains of the Dark Demon Flame Dragon, the demon core, the soul seed, the top magic, all hand it over, I forgive your crimes and charter you to be my slave!"

He has already seen that Roland is a high-level demon general realm cultivator, looking at the position, he is obviously the leader of this group of people, although Roland has a high-level demon general realm cultivation at a young age, which surprises him, but compared to what he wants, this point can be completely put aside, no matter how strong his talent is, he is not a high-level demon general, he can pinch it to death with one hand.

He believed that since the other party dared to take advantage of Fox's dying life, he was a smart person, and he would not know the difference in strength between the two sides, and since he knew the gap, he would definitely make a wise move.

Looking at the lizardman on the other side wearing golden armor and standing in the sun with golden glitter, Roland didn't want to complain, the key thing was that the other party still looked like a stinky fart and asked him to hand over those things, was he looking for death or death?

He had already been informed by the Great Sage that he was just a one-star Demon Shuai Realm cultivator, and he didn't know how many monsters of this level he had killed, so he was completely looking at him as if he were a joke, and looked at him with a mocking look on his face with interest.

Hyakkimaru and the others also looked at him with a sneer, and the scene was a little cold for a while.

This reaction immediately angered Longman, making him angry.

"Looks like you don't know what you are without giving you a little color!"

Langman was annoyed and angry, and the magic power around his body came out, very arrogant, and he didn't use his magic, and slapped Roland in the face.

This is a lesson, but also a humiliation, he wants to make Roland embarrassed and know how powerful he is.

The cultivation of the one-star demon handsome realm made him have no scruples, he didn't think that anyone here could threaten him, it was just a group of natives, and the highest cultivation was only a high-ranking demon general, and he could knead it casually.

He slapped him horizontally, and the speed was extremely fast, and ordinary high-ranking demon generals couldn't react at all.

Seeing Roland standing there stupidly as if he couldn't react, waiting to be slapped by him, Longman couldn't help but sneer, sure enough, a native, just luckily killed Fox and let him pick it up.

In that case, then you can kneel down for me and lick my toes!

Seeing that Longman flashed and rushed to Roland's side, sneering and slapping Roland in the face, Roland suddenly grinned, raised his hand, faster than Longman, and slapped him in the face.

Syllable!

The voice was crisp and loud, and Longman was stunned, and then he felt a great force in his face, and his face collapsed, and he spun on the spot, like a spinning top, and shot backwards faster than when he came.