As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

"Your good nephew Noctis, respectfully ask your uncle to die!"

The first time he saw Noctis, Lakhado fully understood why Ron came directly to the door, why the place where he, Veron and others gathered was exposed and Ron knew. It must be this good nephew who is causing trouble.

Before Lahador could say anything, Noctis's voice penetrated Lahador's ears.

Respectfully asking his uncle to die almost made Lakhado angry and vomiting blood.

But this time, Lachado finally understood why Ron found this place.

From this point of view, this Ron should not be a prophet. He does not have the ability to know the future. Otherwise, he would not have to use Noctis to achieve his goals. In this case, there may not be no chance of cooperation with this Ron.

Noctis's lips trembled slightly. For a moment, he didn't know if he should be secretly grateful, but it was really unpleasant to wash away the suspicion on himself in this way.

They didn't understand why Ron could still be so confident at this time.

The moment the body just stopped, hundreds of thousands of scarlet eyes looked at Ron and Noctis almost at the same time.

Ding Ding Deng!

Ron was okay, but there was a sound of footsteps beside him. Noctis couldn't bear the chilling aura that hit his face at that moment. He took several steps back, and then he couldn't control himself and made a thud. Sit on your butt on the ground.

Finally, just after the distance reached a certain level, a torrent of steel composed of huge snow-white behemoths that were at least seven or eight meters tall appeared in front of everyone.

Lakhado asked two questions in succession.

But we are just an ordinary birdman, and we are afraid.

Lakhado opened his arms, as if he was hugging something, and as if he was breathing something greedily. The feeling of two hundred thousand troops distributed behind him seemed to have an invisible charm, which made Lakhado Hado was deeply fascinated by it.

Damn it, there it is again.

If you can't handle such a small thing, what's the use of you?

This is a powerful force that can defeat any country in the human race. Even the seven guardians of destiny have to retreat in the face of this terrifying force.

"Are you sure you can still fight us to the death?"

He glared at Noctis fiercely, and although he was angry, he turned a deaf ear to what Noctis said.

He was obviously a legendary eight-star master, but at this moment he did not have the dignity and endurance that a legendary master should have. He was acting particularly embarrassed and his body was trembling.

People like Lachado and Veron were stunned and couldn't react for a moment. They didn't understand what Ron meant.

On the other hand, Ron curled his lips and glanced at Noctis with some disgust. He obviously felt that it was a bit embarrassing to bring this guy here with him. Although there were many women around him, there had never been a woman like this. Coward.

Although they had planned to kill Noctis before, considering how sensible this kid was, it was not impossible to keep him alive.

The sound was like a terrifying wave.

Just stupid.

Seeing the 200,000 Ursine army charging at the same time, Ron had no fear at all. He just opened his hands slightly, as if embracing the rising sun above his head.

On the opposite side, the 200,000 Ursine army stood still in place the moment they heard Beron's roar. From the previous violent agitation to the moment of stillness, the effort was almost complete in an instant.

To say that these orcs are the best warriors is probably not an exaggeration.

"Is that all there is?" Ron took out his ears. He felt a little itchy inside his ears.

Look, this is the power of the orcs.

Feeling Ron's gaze, Noctis couldn't laugh or cry. The expression on his face even looked a little aggrieved. Who are you? We just heard it. You need the sky to design a trap for you. You need it. Beings who can only get rid of you with the help of evil spirits are naturally not afraid of these snow bears.

"Pfft!" Ron laughed: "Cooperation? You don't think that a mere orc is qualified to cooperate with me, do you?"

Right behind Ron, he was suddenly filled with glory.

Lakhado and several other guardians of destiny, who were originally in a good mood, suddenly became very bad because of these words.

He looked a little bored, as if he had suddenly lost interest in everything.

After Ron accepted the stand-in doll, Noctis seemed to be relieved. He pursed his lips and seemed to want to say something to save his dignity, but unfortunately, the 200,000 Ursine army in front of him looked too real. It was a bit too scary, and Noctis stuffed back all the words he originally wanted to say.

I don't know if Ron would die if they fought, but he would probably die.

Lakhado frowned, and he understood that it was obviously impossible to fool this matter with such unreliable lies. His expression gradually became calm, and he was ready to use his last trump card: "Sir, do you really want to fight the orcs to the death? Don't you realize that this matter is a bit strange? In fact, in my opinion, we all have a common enemy and can cooperate completely. There is no need to fight to the death."

This guy is quite interesting.

Evil spirits, that is the arrangement of fate. In ten years, the existence of the entire orc tribe will be ruined. Could it be said...

Opening his mouth, a voice full of mystery, like a prayer and an oracle, began to sound:

"Everything made by the sun is my domain!"

The former young master of the Winged Human Race, his face was twisted together at this moment, and his eyes were looking around in panic, and soon Noctis found the target.

Not to mention Ron's dislike, even Noctis felt extremely regretful in his heart. He really shouldn't have accompanied Ron here.

Faintly, there seemed to be violent roars starting to come from the distance, as if there were thousands of troops running wildly on the ice. The ice was about to crack, and Ron seemed to hear a crunching sound in his ears.

Others don't know how powerful the warriors of the Ursine tribe are, but they, the guardians of destiny, know it clearly. The warriors of the Ursine tribe cannot master powerful magic like the warriors on the human side, but they are born with powerful enough magic to defeat their opponents. He has a desperate physique, a ferocious nature that is not afraid of death, and possesses sharp claws and power that can destroy everything.

This damn waste.

The moment Veron's roar spread, the violent snow bears roared into the sky. Their voices mixed together, like thunder, shaking the surroundings.

"That's all, that's all..."

After a brief hesitation, Ron accepted the stand-in and nodded to accept Noctis's kindness.

Ron was indeed eavesdropping before, and they did reveal some content during their gathering this time, but their chats were very cautious and did not reveal too many details, but more about the next plan.