The witch thought I am a Demon God

Ivita, the old witch, Black Wolf and Branton pounced on Baron Moreau, and Baron Moreau obviously underestimated the strength of the four people's combined strength.

Ivita's physical power panel is almost equal to the Great Witch of Hearthstone.

The black wolf relies on hand-to-hand combat to make a living, and Blanton's strength is not small.

Baron Morrow was knocked down against the wooden door, and then the latch of the wooden door broke with a 'click'.

In the spacious hall, Angel was asking the maids to distribute drinks. Who knew that at this moment, the wooden door was broken open.

The Baron, Ivita and others rolled out and struggled with each other.

Angel was stunned for a moment, and a ridiculous idea suddenly came to his mind - 'Are the explorers not satisfied with the baron's reward, so they started a fight with the baron? ’

‘How could there be such a ridiculous explorer! ’

'But the man who takes the Baron's place is our leader. Why was the leader pushed out of the door by five little characters with such great strength? ’

When the knights of the Morrow family saw this scene, almost all of them stood up and drew their knight swords.

"What happened? Did the explorers attack the baron? In our castle?! This is too bold. Let's go and support the lord."

"Wait a minute, the one who attacked the Baron seems to be... the Baron's only son Blanton."

"Is this a father-son fight?"

"Hahahaha... Okay, this brat Branton has finally made his mark. I've seen him as a gentleman since I was a child, and I was worried that he wouldn't be able to support our Morrow Barony. That's right. That's how it is. Don't get involved. This kind of thing, a father and son are fighting, and we are making fun of it over there."

Only then did Baron Morrow feel that something was wrong. He wanted to stand up, but was pushed to the ground by the combined efforts of Ivita and others.

His eyes widened with a fierce look.

No, these guys are not ordinary explorers at all.

They are too strong.

He was angry in his heart. As a baron, he was lying on the ground in such a mess, while a group of vassals around him watched the joke and did not take action.

"What are you doing? Come here and help me kill these rebellious people..."

Ivetta immediately said: "Your Excellency, Baron, didn't you make a good promise in the side hall before? Didn't you say that you would give up your position to Lord Blanton?"

"Why, I regretted it as soon as I came out."

"As long as you can keep the promise you made to God, we will stop immediately without you sending out a single soldier!"

Brenton also reacted.

The knights watching the show did not intervene because they saw the father and son fighting and wanted to observe the situation first.

He had to make it look like a farce.

Then, before anyone could react, reveal the true face of the Son of the Forest.

At the same time, this is also revenge for his family!

Blanton stared at Baron Morrow beneath him. "Give me your seat!"

Baron Moreau looked confused.

I don't care about your useless position at all.

In his eyes, he was really speechless and baffled that their plan could be interrupted by such a ridiculous act of rebellion.

What is this thing called?

Ivita asked the old witch and the black wolf to get up and let go of the baron, leaving only herself and Blanton to deal with him.

This will make people relax their vigilance even more.

After all, Ivita looks young.

The knights of the Morrow family laughed loudly.

"Baron, don't think you can't beat two kids. If you really can't beat them, you might as well give up the position of Baron to Brenton."

"Let Brenton see the beauty of our wild wolves in the West!"

The middle-aged knight Tavel, as an old comrade of Baron Morrow, smiled and said: "Old man, I haven't seen you take action for a long time."

Baron Moreau was in trouble and could not tell.

These humans obviously regarded this ridiculous-looking rebellion as a farce.

But in fact, let’s not talk about Blanton for the moment.

The half-grown child named Ivita in front of me is really too strong.

Black Wolf threw the Broken Steel Sword to Ivita. Ivita took the Broken Steel Sword and tore off the cloth strips wrapped around the Broken Steel Sword.

The Broken Steel Sword glowed slightly in this hall.

The surrounding knights and knights' attendants all saw the extraordinary nature of this sword, and they were all whispering and discussing the sword, surprised that such a sword would be in the hands of an explorer.

Then, the Broken Steel Sword revealed its true face.

Baron Morrow's pupils suddenly narrowed because he had recognized it.

This is the broken steel sword that fell into the hands of the ogre.

It was once the sword of Grand Viscount Ambrose [Landless Ireland].

More than two hundred years ago, [Landless Ireland] was on a crusade against the centaur tribe of the Sons of the Forest in the upper reaches of the Po River Basin. As a result, he was accidentally shot through the heart by an arrow from a centaur marksman on horseback. The Broken Steel Sword, which had absorbed the blood of the Son of the Forest, also fell into the Po River Basin until it was picked up by the ogre tribe parasitic on the other side of the dark river.

Baron Moreau realized a serious problem.

His pupils narrowed and then expanded, and he lost consciousness for a moment. ‘They didn’t discover an ogre, they discovered the ogre’s tribe. ’

‘Since the Broken Steel Swords are in their hands, the ogres have probably been destroyed. ’

Only then did he realize that he had been deceived, deceived by Ivita and the useless Blanton in front of him. "This is not a rebellion, you know the truth!"

Baron Morrow roared and stared at Ivita. "Who are you!"

"You can't be an explorer!"

"Are you a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder [Winchester]?"

"Or a mercenary from the Ambrose City Council?"

"Are you from Gapania, the Republic of Florence, or the Kingdom of Alsace?"

Ivita looked at him doubtfully. "The Kingdom of Alsace? I remember this place, it's far away from that kingdom."

"Aha..." Baron Morrow stared at Ivita. "Stop pretending. Now that you are here, don't you know that the independent country of Viscount Ambrose is about to split due to the conflict between the capital faction and the noble faction! Don't you know that the nobles invited Jack The Dragon Prince has entered the Viscount Kingdom! If you don’t know anything, why are you making an enemy of me?”

Ivita frowned, wondering what big thing the old witch's apprentice had done.

Why does he think it's a big hole?

He also said that he wanted to entertain himself, but he was afraid that he would not be the one to support him.

"It's not that I want to be an enemy of you, it's that you want to be an enemy of mankind. I'm from Alsace, but I'm just an explorer now." He raised his sword and stabbed him directly.

At this time, Baron Moreau kept shouting, asking the knights for help.

However, the knights still regarded this as just a farce. Even if some people felt that something was wrong, they were still hesitant and observing.

Because in their understanding, it is absolutely impossible for a baron who has fought in the battlefield all his life to be defeated by two children.

Besides, even if you are going to lose, it will take some time.

So they can continue to wait and see.

The maid who wanted to come to help was blocked by the black wolf and the old witch.

So, Baron Moreau was like this, no one paid attention to him, and he could only hide his sword in a panic.

Ivita taunted him. "You can scream, no one will come to save you if your throat is broken."

"How about it, now you know what it feels like to be betrayed by one's own relatives?"

"You have taken on the Baron's skin."

"You think this will give you an advantage, but you forget that it would be easy for a father to stab his son in the back."

"But it's just as easy for a son to stab his father in the back."

"You call this cocooning yourself!"