Monarch of Evernight

The long whistle echoed over Dark Blood City, announcing a new day. Although the night has passed, dawn is still struggling below the horizon. Dark season's everlasting continent, no dawn.

In the gray morning light, the thousand nights are wrapped in a golden adventurer's cloak, at the foot is a steam pipe more than ten meters from the ground, high above the ground to view the already fully awake dark blood city.

The city seems to heal overnight, except for the sluggish crowd beneath the tall city floor, which is orderly and calm. Everyone starts their own similar and different day, doing what they have to do, and the smell of joy, obscenity and indulgence pervades every block.

Last night was just too real a nightmare. Thousands of nights are a little out of tune with everything you see.

Only the wounds left by the fierce war persist, and the ruins are silent records of what has happened. The battlefield between White Dragon Armor and William and Spider-Man was the worst, and the entire neighborhood was devoid of an intact house, including the earliest bungalow in a thousand nights, which had turned into rubble. Looking at it from a distance, the trajectories of a violent collision, explosion, and turbulence can be seen in the direction of the building's dumping.

Several other cities appear to have experienced small-scale warfare, albeit to a similar extent to the experience of thousands of nights, where, in addition to the need to repair the street floor or the passage of many passers-by, the bloodshed can be completely erased.

Many spontaneously concentrated on the rubble and continued to clear their bodies outwards.

On the one hand, people clean up bodies to prevent the spread of the plague, and on the other hand, the dark race has a variety of highly intense plagues that can be transmitted by rotting corpses. On the other hand, they are also for the property of the deceased. This is a diving rule on the Continent of Everlasting Night, and whoever cleans up the remains of the orphaned shall have their belongings.

It is under this subordinate rule that the debris is cleared up particularly quickly, and the harvest is distributed by a tacit implication that goes without saying, and the scene is not chaotic. Even a number of first-degree soldiers joined the clean-up, first-degree soldiers were physically stronger than ordinary people, one large metal bracket held together by one person, and three or five people carried away in one breath.

On the outskirts of the neighborhood, which was almost razed to the ground, there were also several people dressed in very formal attire, holding up strange platforms and writing drawings on drawings. These are representatives of large companies or consortia on the ground, and once the rubble has been cleared, the land will have to be rebuilt and it will be a good business again. Fortunately, there is a trivial zone, not many pipe networks go through, and infrastructure rehabilitation is easier.

This is the Continent of Everlasting Night, this is the Dark Blood City. It's like an unattended ugly monster, abandoned in a harsh environment, but alive and well. Even when injured, they try to heal with their own vitality, because no one can help them.

After turning his gaze towards the North Side for thousands of nights and crossing a pile of cluttered to neat roofs, the vast green and gray building is the Expeditionary Military Camp. Suddenly he laughed silently. The wrinkles on his delicate and easy-to-look face were deeper. I didn't expect Wei Xiaotian, a large nerve bar such as steam pipeline, to recognize him. It's only a pity that those debts don't seem to have been recovered.

After a while, the expeditionaries in the city did not seem to have imagined much, nor did the patrols seem to have different numbers. He found a quiet corner to jump to the ground, walked casually towards a nearby rubble, and inadvertently spoke to several people who had just cleared up a pile of rubble and were resting before realizing that earlier this morning those expeditionary troops who had previously increased their ranks had withdrawn and walked quietly.

Maybe it had something to do with last night's war? Did it turn out? Thousands of nights I thought about it and just asked a few more questions.

Turns out the old man who talked a lot didn't care. Who cares about last night? It's bad luck to be dead.

It was only after a thousand nights of careful thought that I realized the helplessness and immunity in this sentence.

Fighting at levels like last night has gone far beyond what ordinary people can influence and even far beyond the capacity of the rank of Thousand Nights. When such as White Dragon Armor, William, and even higher figures appear, the ordinary man has no choice but to wait quietly for his fate to be judged.

Generally, these big men are not in the mood to deal with these ants, but if they are unfortunately caught up, there is no chance of escape. So for them, living well is the most important thing in the moment, and it's futile to think too much about what they can't do.

The same is true of the Dark Blood City, which was revitalized at dawn after an overnight ordeal. Perhaps this is the resilience that people possess to finally escape the fate of livestock. Thousands of nights seemed to see the unknown side of the Eternal Night Continent.

Today is an unexpectedly beautiful day, when the sun breaks free from the entanglements of the upper continents and sprinkles the sun in the dark bloody city. As if to live up to only a few hours of the day, more and more residents are pouring out of their homes and starting a day of activities.

Walking into the hunter's house for a thousand nights, Master Er seemed to be in a good mood, with the sun in the courtyard and a purple sand bar and a few plates of snacks on the side table.

Master Er saw Thousand Nights and waved: “Drink two drinks with my old man. Listen to my nagging. Consider it your respect for the old man! ”

He nodded silently and sat on the other side.

Master Er watched him pour himself wine for a thousand nights and suddenly touched a silver flat pot from his arms and said: "Add some of this, it's no worse than your own brewing. ”

A thousand nights went on without stagnation, pouring out some fragrant, intense liquid, then sipping a large sip and holding your breath for a moment: "That's good.” Thousands of nights didn't seem to notice, Master Er was watching his reaction carefully from the beginning, then his face was slightly loose.

“You were in the fight last night, weren't you?” Master Er suddenly asked.

Thousands of nights thought about it and suddenly realized that last night's Eagle Strike was a powerful blow that naturally distinguished its unique voice line in the ears of the expert, and that the number of Eagle Strikes in the whole Dark Blood City feared counting only one hand.

Master Er did not wait a thousand nights to answer, smiled and said: “I heard from the old man that you have recently sold a lot of good goods, especially the fangs of blood fighters, that is not a vampire in general. Plus, you bought something amazing. ”

“I have a little crush on the bloodline. ”

Master Er nodded and sighed. "You're still young, and I'm old. I've been through dozens of cities, and I've seen countless wars and killings. For me, the world has solidified, and there can be no further change. And you're different, for you, every day is new, full of possibilities for change and new hopes, and that's the difference between the young and the old. ”

Listen quietly for a thousand nights, Master Er's voice has a certain amount of years and heavy weight, and he doesn't really understand the meaning of it.

“Do you know what a common theme has been in every war since dawn? ”

Faced with this sudden problem, Thousand Nights feels a little surprised. For him, clarity does not have to be discussed with such solemnity that the subject of war is killing the enemy in the fastest, most direct and most efficient way, and that is war.

“is sacrifice.” Master Er gave the answer that Thousand Nights had never thought of.

“Sacrifice?” Thousands of nights are somewhat incomprehensible, and every war is sacrificed, and the scriptures and the earth are as good as the ages.

“Sacrifice is not just death in action, but also change. Some have sacrificed their time, some have sacrificed their lives, others have sacrificed their destiny. Their whole lives have been changed by war. Like this city, it looks very happy and prosperous, but if you sit here all the time, one day later, you will find that there will be much less old faces and many more new ones. ”

Thousands of nights suddenly think of the old comrades.

Every comrade's death adds a responsibility to the heart of a thousand nights, and now he's already realized that when he sees the Dark Race, he's going to kill you the way I live. For the sake of revenge of the old robes alone, one does not know how many Dark Race warriors are to be killed at night. And if he's still in the Red Scorpion, one day he'll become a responsibility and a burden to other comrades.

Master Er said, “Actually, it's not just human sacrifice. The Dark Race is also sacrificing. ”

This is an argument that has never been heard in a thousand nights. From the moment he learned, he was educated that the Dark Races were born cold and cruel, treating humans as food. Every dark race is synonymous with dirty, rotten and bloody. In short, there will be no good adjectives associated with the Dark Race.

Dark Races, too, can sacrifice such a noble word?

However, Master Er did not continue on this topic. He drank all the wine in his glass and said, “The world is not just about eternity and dawn. It also has a vast middle zone, which is not only gray, but also many other colors. Try to see more colors and maybe see seven rainbows. Pull the trigger if you can't move. It's not a good habit. It'll make you miss a lot of things. ”

At this time, a hunter came to the task, and the second master got up and went into the house, but the last words he left left made it smell like a thousand nights. Thousands of nights, however, were still not well understood, and in his view, the world was complex and simple. If you encounter a Dark Race, you have to kill it. That is the simplest truth.

When Master Er left, he also left a bad news. Snakes let the wind out and want to reconcile with the thousand nights. This was not surprising in itself, and the shooting of the eagle on the kilometer must have impressed him, although the word "reconciliation" had not been included in the original plan for the thousand nights. Now that the other party has sent the initiative, he can take some time to think about it.

As the sky grew darker and darker, the day was always so brief in the dark season of the continent. After leaving the hunter's house for a thousand nights, some walked aimlessly and suddenly looked up and found himself standing at Yu Ying's door.

Thousands of nights don't know how to get here, the purple sand jar is grain wine, Grandpa's family makes a lot more than the glycerin on the market, plus the additives in the silver pot, the throat is like a fire, not burning, but the afterpower is very strong. He was a little dizzy at the time, and some of his thoughts slowed down, and some of his instincts reacted more directly and quickly.

Thousand night diameters pushed open the closed brown door in front of him, and he remembered that Yu Ying's house was never locked.

Alcohol makes him a little reckless and bold, and most importantly, of course, he hasn't felt any danger here at night.

But obviously not tonight.

A naked foot suddenly flew out of the darkness and swept towards the face of a thousand nights.