Monarch of Evernight

The roar of the Earl shivers every bloodline in Cesar, which is the inferior's fear of the superior's instincts.

And the Count's temper was never so good that whenever he was so grumpy and angry, he had to tear up several living things with his own hands in order to calm down. Most of the time it is human prisoners who are torn apart, but there are also times when the bad luck of the blood clan becomes a victim.

Originally Wilder was slightly stronger than Magic Tooth, and the blood clan was in a slightly stronger position in the Twin Cities accordingly. But not long ago, congressman Poetry Map suddenly arrived in Twin Cities. After a brief rest here, he had to go to the Dark Blood City of Humanity to do a big thing.

However, the whereabouts of the senator were somehow leaked, and as a result they were intercepted outside the Dark Blood City by human strongmen, who were said to have failed to roar for centuries to find their masters again, and the mysterious power of the Flower of the Underwater struck the poetry map, forcing him to retreat.

The Alderman of the Evening Council is a man Wilder desperately looks up to. He thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to wrap up, but didn't expect such a big leak. Upon returning from the poetry map, he was extremely angry and ordered to scrutinize the leakers and then blew his sleeve away. Wilder has known since then that his impression of the Congressman has fallen to its lowest point.

Before the aftermath of the incident was over, Luke Maysfield came back.

This young Maysfield was extremely arrogant and did not give Wilder or his teeth a good look at all. Wilder also had patience, because he was far less powerful and stately than this young demon.

Wilder heard about the Young Demons baiting through the Blood Banquet and wanting to catch a big fish. The experienced Count Vampire instinctively feels inappropriate, but cannot be stopped. He is well aware of the cruel principle of vengeance of the human empire against blood banquets.

The Earl had hoped only that the young demons would have the strength to match his arrogance and be able to block the next human reprisals. But I didn't expect humans to respond so quickly, so fiercely, to wipe the demon and his stronghold off the map!

Upon receiving this message, Wilder immediately understood the seriousness of the problem. It doesn't matter what the young demon's name is. What matters is his last name is Maysfield! A Maysfield actually died in his territory, and still in his tenure!

Wilder had a terrible headache and didn't know how to explain it to the Pang family, which was as big as the Everlasting Mountains. Can he say that this young Maysfield died entirely of his own arrogance and stupidity?

The last piece of information, on the other hand, became the last straw that overwhelms the camel, causing Wilder to leave completely.

Bang, that file smashed directly into the face of a blood baron!

“A human hunter not only killed Benjamin and his clan in front of you, but also saved dozens of human beings! Besides, he managed to escape back to his native territory with no force at all, and killed a whole patrol? This is the army you trained? An army that spends thousands of dollars a year on me? ”

“That's just a hunter! How many levels can he have? Don't tell me there's a war hunter!” Wilder waved his hands and roared: “Find out! Dig out all the bosses of this brazen bastard! And I don't care what you do, how much you pay, but just give me his head! Get in touch with our friends, that's when they come in handy. In a month, I'm going to see his head. Do you hear me? ”

At this moment, only Count Wilde's alone roar echoes throughout the castle.

Thousands of nights do not yet know that their actions have had such an impact that they can be paralleled by the death of Maysfield. And even better in terms of the effect of provoking each other.

After all, being able to kill Maysfield, along with the entire stronghold, is certainly not the stronger man of mankind in general, and Count Wilder knows that he is the only one who dies faster, and he is not even a rival to young Maysfield. But a human hunter in the district, less expensive than a reptile, dares to run to the Twin Cities? And Benjamin is no ordinary blood jazz.

With Wilder's fury, the vast forces affiliated with the Twin Cities moved, and a piece of dark chess ambushed among humans was activated, fully tracking the hunter's whereabouts.

A large net has been opened, stretching from all sides to a thousand nights.

The dozens of humans he rescued were stopped at the Expeditionary Army checkpoint.

“Who are you people!” When the guards drank and asked, these people, who had never been to the Empire of the Great Qin, were overwhelmed. Someone honestly said that they were slaves raised by blood tribes who had just been rescued and fled.

The Sentinel of the Expeditionary Army immediately changed his face and took a few steps back quietly, suddenly shouting: “Stand by! ”

The alarm bell rang, and the barracks next to the gate were busy, rushing out hundreds of fighters in less than three minutes, surrounding dozens of survivors in the middle.

When the night arrived, it happened to be this sight.

“Stop it!” A thousand nights yelling, then rushing to full speed, asks the Expeditionary Captain in charge of this level, "What's going on? ”

Thousand Nights is a hunter, but it's already level four. The Expeditionary Force Captain was only level two, for the sake of the Thousand Nights rank, barely explained two sentences.

You can see from listening that your previous concerns have come true. The captain apparently regarded them as blood slaves, at least suspects. According to Expeditionary Army regulations, even if they are not executed directly as blood slaves, they are isolated according to suspicious objects. The so-called isolation is thrown into black mines until the observation period is over. The problem is that many of the observation periods are lifelong.

Imperial warriors have a great deal of discretion in judging blood slavery, especially here in the Expeditionary Army, and the power can be summed up simply in one sentence: "Say you are. ”

“They're not blood slaves!” Thousands of nights try to divide the arguments.

The captain had lost his patience and sneered: "It's not up to you! ”

“They were raised by blood clans, but they were bleeding, not bitten! ”

The captain continued with a grin: "Who knows? ”

"I rescued them from the blood clan and ran them for hundreds of kilometers just to come back and be killed as blood slaves? ”

“Young man, you did the right thing!” A voice came from behind a thousand nights, a cold-faced major, who also seemed to be the highest officer of the level.

“But I'm just referring to you getting them out of this part. There's no need to take them that far, you put yourself in unnecessary danger, just kill them on the spot. Keeping them only strengthens the lineage. ”

“They're human too!” Thousands of nights, word for word.

The major looked at the girl for a thousand nights, shrugged her shoulders, then swept over the group of people still or numb or shrinking, suddenly fell on the girl, carefully measured, revealed a slight unintentional laugh, pointed at her and said: "You! Come here!”

The teenage girl came out somewhat disturbed.

“You don't look like a blood slave. Just stand over there! ”

The more disturbed the girl, she could almost imagine what would happen next, and occasionally they would be chosen at the Blood Estate when guests arrived. But it doesn't seem like much compared to being alive. She hesitated to look at it for a thousand nights and went to the position designated by the major.

The Major circled a few more women and asked them to stand next to the girl, then took out a cigarette, lit it, swayed it in front of him for a thousand nights, poked him in the shoulder blade and said, "Well, boy! As you can see, I've spared some of them enough to make you look good! Now you can disappear! ”

“Where are the others? ”

“They? Of course they have to be quarantined and examined first. If it is confirmed that it is not a blood slave, arrangements will be made at that time. ”

Thousands of nights were clear about what isolation checks meant, and now coldly said: "Let them pass, I'll find a way to arrange them. ”

“Did you arrange it?” The Major looks at the night with an idiot's eye, "what are you, you can arrange it for them? Can you take responsibility if there's a blood slave in this bunch? If it weren't for your skill, I wouldn't be talking to you so much! What the hell are you! A fucking hunter, in front of me, is like a wild dog! ”

Killing in the eyes of a thousand nights, the Major did not hesitate to take two steps forward, almost sticking with the thousand nights, releasing his original breath unreservedly. This is also a fourth-level master.

Chilled out at night: "You'd better put this piece of shit away! ”

The major suddenly laughed. “Who are you? Are you a nobleman, a son of a bitch who doesn't know shit? Is he my boss? You're nothing! Why should I listen to you? I'm telling you, in this place, I'll tell you what! Big black!”

A flesh-faced sergeant answered, smashing a middle-aged man with a gun butt, then pulling the trigger, pouring out a whole box of bullets, stirring up the dust on the ground, a smoke gust. The middle-aged man looked pale and dared not move on the ground.

The major bit the cigarette, looked into the eye of the thousand nights, hooked his finger at the sergeant and said: "Next time, his shooting will be sure to surprise you. A few more. ”

The sergeant smiled and searched for the next victim in the crowd, quickly noticed a handsome teenager, hit him in the face with a bullet butt and said, "I hate these beautiful ones the most! ”

The major waited with anticipation for the next scream, yet suddenly a fist quickly magnified in front of him, feeling like he had been hit by an ancient giant beast and forced to fly back out.

He punched the Major in the face at night, then reached down to grab his ankle, heavily resting on the ground, and finally stepped on his stomach!

Although the Major was a Class IV tough body, he felt like he had just been run over by a heavy-duty truck full of gas and almost passed out of his back. When he finally slowed down, a thick, cold steel pipe penetrated his mouth mercilessly, right down to his throat!

The still burning cigarette was pressed deep into his throat and turned off reluctantly.

The major finally saw what was happening, holding an astonishingly long force gun in his hand at night, and the barrel was in his mouth. He recognized this incredible sniper at first sight, Eagle Strike!

Not to say eagle fire, but to replace any gunpowder sniper and shoot directly in the mouth, no matter what body will die.

All Expeditionary Army Level Guards were blind for a moment, and the fierce, invincible Major in the center of their eyes would be knocked down at once. This is like a peer comparison, that is, level 5 versus level 4 could not be so crushed.

Coldly said, “You are nothing to me at this level! ”

The Major can only make mumbling noises. Some Expeditionary Warriors finally show fear in their eyes, they don't recognize eagle strikes, but they can see that the shape seems to be a sniper gun, and a good shooter of a customary sniper like Thousand Nights has always been the most terrible hunter. Of course, the Expeditionary Army's huge opponents can't provoke each other, but if their grassroots officers were killed on their way home one night, the officers wouldn't be interested in tracking them down.

Slowly pulled out the barrel of the eagle and said, "Let them go! ”

The major grinned and said, "No way! If we let them go like this, once they find out, all the brothers here are going to the cannon dust camp. Must be quarantined! Since you can hit with an eagle, you should know that.” The Major only felt lucky at the moment. When he recognized the Eagle Strike, he knew he had hit the iron plate. Adventurers, hunters and mercenaries in the wilderness were indeed worthless, but using these identities as a cover would make God know who was sacred.

"What do you say?“ ”