Chapter 583: The match is in Tianyuan (11)

Chapter 583 vs. Tianyuan (11)
Under the thin and quaint work clothes, it is an old and incredible old man. There are thousands of wrinkles on his face that look more exaggerated than the annual rings of the millennium tree.
"Oh, hehe, it’s a rare guest." The old man smiled with a low, hoarse voice.
It’s a perfect fit to describe this old man with [Old Monster] - he is both old and a monster, and looks like a monster.
The sound that hit the ground just now is not a weapon, but a rod in the hands of the old man. The figure of the hunchback was barely lowered to the ground under the support of the metal cane.
God knows how old he is. It’s a miracle that Laocheng can move around like this!
"The big cat and the little girl over there, how did you come to this [link]?" asked the old man.
It took a few dozen seconds to be amazed, and it took a longer time to look at the old man. Vivienne exclaimed and said, "Oh my God! Count Demian de Conville, [Lord of Chaos]! You are still alive!"
"Well? Is there anyone in the age who knows me?" The old man’s face showed a hint of surprise. In fact, the wrinkles on the face of the old man covered most of his expressions, and it was not easy to reveal this faint surprise.
"Of course I recognize you, your portrait is still hanging in the old castle of my hometown." Vivian whispered, "I am your great-great-grandaughter, Vivien Conwell."
"Oh, is it?" The old man snorted for a while and looked at Vivian. "Yes, you are really similar to Nive."
"That is my grandmother." Vivian rushed and said, "Damian once worked as a great-grandfather. Do you know that it is now the fifth century AD? If you are still alive, do you know how old you are?!"
"Well," the old man thought and thought, he was a bit old, "Probably, 10,000 years old?"
"Twenty thousand years old!" Vivian yelled.
"Oh, I am so old. Hehehehehe-"
Paramitis sneaked the corner of Vivian's clothes: "How long is the succubus can live? How old is that?"
"Converted to the life of your orcs, you orcs can live for about five hundred years, he has lived for three thousand years; human words can live up to one hundred and fifty years, and he lives six times."
"Hey." Paramitis reacted. A leopard who can live for five hundred years is old enough, and this old man is six times the life of the oldest man he has ever seen.
It is no wonder that Vivian is so surprised. Demi's life has completely exceeded the limits of his race.
Surprised and surprised, the question to ask is still to be asked. Vivian collected her feelings and asked directly: "When I was a great-grandfather, why are you here? What is it here?"
"Here? Well, where is this place?" The old man began to fall into meditation, and serious dementia made him think for a long time.
Vivian is impatient: "Change a question. What are you doing every day?"
The old man’s eyes immediately became clever: "Oh, right. I am here every day, trimming the machine and creating new things. You know."
"every day?"
"Yes, how happy." The old man said something he was interested in, and his eyes became brighter. The more he said, the more excited he was: "The foxes brought me the materials they needed. I just need to assemble things. You Understand, just like building a jigsaw puzzle. After you get it, it’s a bunch of shiny and bright artifacts, how wonderful it is -"
Paramitis angered: "Damn! He is making artifacts for the foxes! No wonder the foxes have so many arms in their hands!"
Vivian told her husband not to fight, she frowned and asked: "Who had great-grandfather, who told you to do this? Who brought you to this place?"
"Who?" The old man's eyes narrowed again. "Well, who can't remember it - she is --"
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"Her name is Capricorn, right?" Vivienne asked.
"Well, it seems to be right, it seems to be wrong. What is it?"
"Morgan, Morgan Lefy." Vivienne said another name.
A glimmer flashed in the eyes of the old man: "Yes, yes, it is called Morgan! The little girl said, as long as I stay here, her servants will send me research materials. What do I want to do, she I will meet me. It’s so good here, if there is anything, the lighting is not enough.

Vivienne and Paramitis face each other: a mystery is solved. There is a collusion between Morgan and the Fox family. She uses the chaos master Demian to make (replicate) a large number of ancient artifacts.
The foxes, and even the Hungarians, can declare war on humanity so arrogantly because of the strong technical support behind them.
"Morgan, this guy, I want to make her look good after I find her." Paramitis said with a grin.
"Forget it, you can't beat Morgan." Vivian's cold water splashed on the big cat's head.
"Zeng once had great-grandfather, do you know [the scarlet plague]?" Vivian decided to do business.
"[Scarlet plague]? Oh, are you referring to [self-destructive factor]? In the past, when foxes used experiments with imps, they often killed the devils. They didn't know about [self-destructive factors], or I kindly told them. of."
"And you watched them doing experiments on the children, not stopping at all?!"
"Well, why should I stop it?" The old man smiled insidiously. "It’s good to experiment with biology. I also personally fought and modified a few."
The big cat suddenly burned in anger and grabbed the old man: "What are you talking about?! You old monster!"
"Stop, Parami!" Vivienne stopped. "You told him that this kind of thing didn't help. Put him down."
"But, but!!" The Leopard thought of two sons, and the resentment of his heart would have nowhere to vent.
"Damian has no sense of good and evil. For him, all this is just a [research]. Right, once had great grandfather?"
"Hehehehehe, maybe." The old man continued to sneer. "I am a succubus, and you orcs are not the same race. Why should you pity your hair?"
The big cat hates to gnash his teeth.
For the Lord of Chaos, the orcs of Paramitis are just a piece of meat.
Even if these meatballs were cut open for research, Demian did not feel that it was any sin.
The old man simply did not treat the orcs as [people].
The orcs were only made by the ancient gods and people, [gene soldiers] only.
It is a prop!
There aren't a few differences between the many magical figures lying in this huge room.
The reality is very annoying. But all this is true.
At least, the old man did not like to torture the orc children. The culprit is the foxes, not Demian.
To vent your anger in a demented old man who does not know the difference between good and evil, does not help.
"Damn!" Paramitis left the old man and slammed his fist on the ground to vent his dissatisfaction.