The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 811: Leo Breo, the Lion in Desperate Situation!

"Cough cough! It hurts! Be gentle, you little bastard!" Leo suddenly opened his eyes in a coma and began to cry out in pain the next second. The unforgettable cleansing curse made him tremble in pain, because it was not purified through light and holy skills, but forcibly expelled through divine weapons. The feeling of being separated from his body and soul made Leo feel like he was in ecstasy.

"Uncle Leo! I never thought I could see you alive again!" Apophis Breo wiped his tears and said aggrievedly. God knows how hard it is for the entire Junlin family after losing the support of the Sixth-Rank... If it weren't for King Roland's help out of old friendship, the entire Junlin family might not exist now. Without the Sixth-Rank, anyone would dare to step on him. Apophis Breo felt like he was celebrating the New Year like Wang Xiaoer, each year getting worse than the last.

"Silly boy, you are so old and still leaking cat urine! I am not dead yet!" Leo Breo looked at the child who was almost 30 years old with tears streaming down his face and could not help but pat his arm to comfort him.

"You've made it big, kid! The territory has been arranged for you! The king is also a nostalgic man and still trusts our Junlin family so much. It's a pity that our family can no longer fight for His Majesty like before!" Leo murmured.

"But after the Northern War, the King's Landing family doesn't owe the Lagrange family anything anymore! We are also people who have shed blood and been loyal to this empire, so this is what we deserve now!" Leo muttered to himself while leaning against the hospital bed.

  Apophis Breo remained silent, immersed in the joy of his uncle's return, but Olaf and Dura wanted to plug their ears at this moment, good fellow! Do you think we can listen to what you said? Are you guys just exposing the affairs of the upper nobles like this? That's right! It fits the characteristics of Raglan's reckless man!

"What exactly happened? How did you get through these years?" Apophis Breo couldn't help but wonder. Leo had been missing for almost six years. During these six years, he missed his uncle Leo all the time, especially when the high-level orcs showed off their might in front of him.

Every time this happened, Apophis Breo wanted to sigh: "If my uncle Leo Breo were here, how could I let him do this!"

"Back then, I was the one who stayed behind to stop those Orc wolf riders for you. Hey! Those wolf cubs were too tough to kill! After I killed hundreds of them, they began to disperse. But it turned out that those Orc tyrants had no moral principles! They actually came to deceive and sneak attack a 70-year-old man like me! How could I tolerate that?" When he got excited, Old Leo put one foot on the bed with one leg hanging outside the bed, and began to perform with one hand pointing to the sky and the other to his chest.

"I was so angry at that time! I caught an orc king! I beat him to death on the spot! Those orcs behind me besieged me, but I didn't care at all. The Grand Duke Dragon Armor left by your father is really a good thing! It can resist!" Old Leo said as he took out a leather water bag. After opening it, a smell of alcohol hit his face.

"Gulp, gulp!" Old Leo took a few gulps in the astonished gaze of everyone.

"Do you know what happened?" Old Leo said with a smile.

“Hmm…” The three of them shook their heads.

"Hey! Just look at me swinging my greatsword! The old Orc tyrant cried out in pain! Then I chopped off his head with my sword and held it in my hand as a handle! Hehehehe!" Old Leo's laughter was creepy.

"Well... the other orcs just watched you kill?" Olaf said in disbelief.

"How is that possible? That's because they can't beat me! When I chop that thief on the forehead, there's so much blood! They can't penetrate my armor, so they can only hit me with blunt objects, making my head bloody and dizzy." Old Leo obviously despised those Orc tyrants.

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

"I lost the map and damaged the magic equipment. I could only rely on the sun to travel in the vast snowfield. As a result, I wandered around in circles on the grassland for several years... If I hadn't met a tribe of grassland elves who pointed me in the direction, I would still be stuck now!" said Old Leo with a smile.

"What about the curse?" Apophis Breo looked at Old Leo curiously.

"Look! You're in a hurry again! Listen to me slowly!" Old Leo stroked his beard and continued with a smile. "I had bad luck on the road. I met a group of marching orcs. Wow! The overwhelming wolf riders! And I actually saw a rare orc hero! Wow! This thing is even more precious than the dragon rider!" Old Leo smacked his lips.

"And you won't cause them any trouble?" Olaf asked in shock.

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

"Bang!" Three people slapped themselves on the head.

"Have you fought?" Apophis Breo asked knowingly.

"Well... it was almost there. They had more people and no moral principles! I had to fight my way out in the end..." Old Leo rubbed his nose awkwardly. In fact, the army Leo met was the same Northern Orcs army that Roland met... In other words, Roland should thank him. After all, the Northern Orcs army that Roland met had been weakened by three waves of troops by the dwarves and Leo. The greatest credit was that Leo left behind the sixth-level Orcs that even the dwarves didn't leave behind.

"And then there's a totem shaman bastard casting a spell in the back, trying to slow me down. How can I tolerate that?" the old man said proudly.

"So don't tell me that you, old man, will go back and fight them?" Olaf covered his eyes.

"Oh! How can I tolerate it? I'll turn around and stab it with a sword! Ouch!" Old Leo put his hands on his hips, looking so awesome, but he ended up tearing the wound and immediately grimaced.

"And then?" The three of them waited quietly for what was to come.

"That son of a bitch actually put a killing curse on me before he died! He directly cursed me with resentment and death energy! He used its life force to forcefully attach itself to my body! I'm really fucked!" Old Leo's mouth suddenly became full of sweet words, and his greetings were full of motherly content, which made Apophis, Breo and the other two look at each other in surprise.

"Forget it, as long as you come back alive!" Apophis Breo no longer had any requests. He now had the support of the sixth level. Now Apophis Breo felt that his whole body was standing up! He had already begun to think about how to deal with those orcs who disgusted him all day long.

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"Haha! Apophis Breo should have received the gift I gave him, right?" On the empty terrace, Roland looked toward the distant west, as if he saw the returning hero of the King's Landing family through thousands of mountains and rivers.

This was the reward Roland got for signing in today. Although he didn’t get anything himself, the reward of the Junlin family’s return to the sixth level made Roland feel it was worth it. At least it was not useless things like toilet paper and happiness sticks... No, toilet paper can also be used to wipe your butt!

"There shouldn't be any big problems in the Western Territory!" Roland murmured in a low voice. There are no rubbish among the sixth-level titled heroes. No matter whether it is the rock hero of the Vladivostok family or the desperate lion of the Junlin family, the sixth-level heroes are already in a high-level ecological niche among the professionals!

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