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Chapter 811 Leo Braio, the Lion in Desperate Circumstances!
"Cough cough! Ouch! You little brat, be gentle!" Leo, who was unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes and began to cry out in pain the next second. The excruciating pain of purifying the curse made him tremble all over because it was not purified by light and holy skills, but forcibly expelled by an artifact. The feeling of being ripped from his body and soul made Leo feel like he was dying of pleasure.

"Uncle Leo! I never thought I'd see you alive again!" Apophis Breo wiped away his tears and said with some grievance. Heaven knows how difficult it has been for the entire King's Landing family after losing the support of the sixth rank... If it weren't for King Roland's old friendship and help, the entire King's Landing family might not even exist now. Without the sixth rank, anyone dares to step on them. Apophis Breo felt like he was celebrating the New Year with Wang Xiaoer, getting worse every year.

"Silly boy, how old are you and still pissing like a cat! I'm not dead yet!" Leo Breo looked at the boy, who was almost thirty, with tears streaming down his face, and couldn't help but pat his arm to comfort him.

“You’ve really made something of yourself! You’ve even got your territory sorted out! The king is a sentimental man and still trusts the King’s Landing family so much. It’s a pity, though, that the family can no longer fight for His Majesty like it used to!” Leo murmured.

“But the King’s Landing family doesn’t owe the Lagrange family anything after the War in the North! We’ve all shed our blood for this empire, so it’s only right that we do this now!” Leo muttered to himself, leaning against the hospital bed.

Apophis Breo remained noncommittal, simply basking in the joy of his uncle's return. Olaf and Dura, however, wished they could plug their ears. Good heavens! How could we possibly listen to such things? You're so blatantly revealing the affairs of the upper nobility? Indeed! That's typical of Lagrange's brutes!
"What exactly happened? How have you been these past few years?" Apophis Breo couldn't help but wonder. Leo had been missing for almost six years, and during those six years, he had missed his uncle Leo every moment, especially when the high-level orc warriors swaggered in front of him.

At such moments, Apophis Breo would want to sigh, "If my uncle Leo Breo were here, how could he tolerate such insolence!"

"Back then, I covered your retreat and held off those orc wolf riders. Hey! Those wolf cubs were so easy to kill! After I killed a few hundred, they started to scatter. Luckily, those orc overlords were so unscrupulous! They actually tried to trick and ambush this seventy-year-old man! How could I tolerate that?" When he got excited, Old Leo put one foot on the bed and the other leg hanging off the bed, pointed one finger to the sky and the other to his chest and began to perform.

"I was so angry! I caught a half-orc overlord! I beat him to death on the spot! When the other half-orcs attacked me, I didn't care at all. The Grand Duke's Dragon Armor left by your father is really a good thing! It can withstand a lot!" Old Leo said as he pulled out a leather water bag, and a strong smell of alcohol hit him when he opened it.

"Glug glug!" To everyone's astonishment, Old Rio took a few big gulps.

"Do you know what's going to happen next?" Old Leo asked with a smile.

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

"Hey! Just look at how I swung my greatsword! That old orc overlord cried out in pain! I chopped off his head with one stroke and used it as a toy! Hehehe!" Old Leo's laughter was chilling.

"Um... the other orcs just watched you kill them?" Olaf asked incredulously.

"How could that be? They couldn't even scratch me! When I finally cut that thief down and touched my forehead, the blood was incredible! They couldn't penetrate my armor, so they could only hit me with blunt weapons, leaving me bloodied and dizzy." Old Leo clearly despised those orc overlords.

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

"I lost the map and damaged all the magical equipment. In the vast snowfield, I could only travel by the sun. As a result, I wandered around the grasslands for several years... If it weren't for the grassland elf tribe that pointed me in the right direction, I still wouldn't be back!" Old Leo said with a chuckle.

"And what about the curse?" Apophis Breo asked Old Leo curiously.

"Look! You're in such a hurry again! Let me tell you slowly!" Old Leo stroked his beard and continued with a chuckle. "I had some bad luck on the way. I ran into a marching orc army. Good heavens! A whole swarm of wolf riders! And I even spotted a rare orc hero! Good heavens! This guy is even more precious than a dragon knight!" Old Leo smacked his lips.

"And then you're not going to cause them any trouble, are you?" Olaf asked in shock.

"Uh, I just charged straight in..." Old Leo said awkwardly.

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

"Have you fought them yet?" Apophis Breo asked knowingly.

"Well... almost, they outnumbered us and had no sportsmanship! I had to fight my way out..." Old Leo rubbed his nose, a little embarrassed. In fact, the army of orcs that Leo encountered was the same one that Roland had encountered... In other words, Roland should thank him, since the orc army that Roland encountered had already been weakened by the dwarves and Leo three times. The biggest credit was that Leo managed to keep a sixth-tier orc that even the dwarves hadn't managed to keep.

"Then a totem shaman dog-like bastard casts a spell behind me, trying to slow me down. How could I tolerate that?" the old man said proudly.

"So don't tell me you're going to fight them right away?" Olaf covered his eyes.

"Huh! Do you think I'll let it get away with this? I'll just turn around and stab it! Ouch!" Old Leo put his hands on his hips, looking all cocky, but then he aggravated his wound and immediately started grimacing.

"And then?" The three people waited quietly for what would happen next.

"That son of a bitch actually cast a death curse on me before he died! He directly used his resentment and death energy to cast a curse on me! He forcibly attached his life force to me! I'm so damn pissed off!" Old Leo suddenly started spouting flowery language, unleashing a barrage of profanities that left Apophis, Breo, and the other two looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Never mind, it's good that you came back alive!" Apophis Breo had no more requests. Now that he had a sixth-tier backing, Apophis Breo felt much more confident! He was already starting to plan how to deal with those orcs who were always disgusting him.

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"Heh! Apophis Breo should have received the gift I gave him by now, right?" On the empty terrace, Roland gazed towards the distant west, as if he could see the returning heroes of the King's Landing family across mountains and rivers.

This is the reward Roland received for signing in today. Although he didn't get anything himself, the reward of the Junlin family's sixth-tier return made Roland feel it was worth it. At least it wasn't some useless thing like toilet paper or a pleasure stick... wait, toilet paper can at least be used to wipe your butt!

"There shouldn't be any major problems in the Western Territory!" Roland murmured. There are no weak or useless sixth-tier titled heroes. Whether it's the Rock Hero of the Vladivostok family or the Lion of Despair of the King's Landing family, sixth-tier heroes are already in a high ecological niche among professionals!

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