Monarch of Evernight

“Is the pill enough?” Ask and pass a cigarette at night.

The battalion manager took a deep breath and got a little uplifted, saying: "There are still a few pills, but at most it will only last a day, and they need to be strictly controlled. How did all of a sudden these black bastards get so much? ”

Not far away came a sudden burst of crying, attracting the eyes of all three. A young civilian is pulling an Expeditionary soldier with excitement, yelling, "I need medicine! My woman is dying! ”

Behind him, a young woman sat half down against the wall, covering her neck, and blood was pouring down her fingers.

The Expeditionary soldier looked at her and shook her head and said, "She can't do it anymore. There aren't many pills right now and you have to save them. ”

“People are dying. What else can we save?” Men are getting excited.

Expeditionary soldier turns cold and says: "Many injured brothers have no medicine and can only bear the pain! If I gave it to you, what would those dying brothers use? ”

A man suddenly grabbed an Expeditionary soldier's gun, pointed at his head and growled: “I don't care! Bring the medicine! Or I'll blow your brains out! ”

When a gunshot was fired, the man's head suddenly exploded and the body fell soft. A lieutenant of the Expeditionary Army walked in and the pistol was still smoking. He picked up the rifle and stuffed it in the arms of the Expeditionary soldier, coldly saying: "Remember, whoever takes your gun on the battlefield is your enemy! Nobody's gonna save you next time! ”

He slapped the young soldier on the shoulder and said, "Hope you survive tonight, rookie. ”

Bao Zhengcheng, Thousand Nights and the battalion manager retracted their gaze, and the atmosphere grew a little more invisible. The scene was helpless, but realistic. Everyone has met more than once. On the battlefield, everything takes precedence over the military, which is the iron law of the Imperial Army.

Thousand Nights asked: "When will the reinforcements arrive? ”

The battalion manager sighed and said, "Look where these black bastards are coming from, and the division headquarters is probably hit. I sent out a flash of fire to send them to Division 60 for help, and if the boys are lucky enough, the reinforcements will arrive tomorrow morning, and perhaps sooner if they are special forces of the all-war rank. But that's it. ”

Tomorrow morning, that means a long night ahead.

Thousand Nights thought silently, and said to the battalion commander, "Let your men help me find two blood melee weapons, anything, high-end, as heavy as possible. ”

The battalion commander immediately summoned the troops and ordered them to proceed. A few moments later, three weapons were delivered, two of which were Grade 3 blood force swords, one of which was the sword of the blood knight. The third weapon is a giant black axe, and you can tell it's heavy!

Lifting a giant axe at night, he held it in his hand and was very satisfied with its weight.

Bao Zhengcheng and the battalion manager both saw the corner twitch, this giant axe is 150 kg! Even a level 4 soldier with a special talent for evolutionary forces, waving is hard, how can you use it to fight?

Bao Zhengcheng also recognized the giant axe. The original owner was a Class 6 human spider demon. He used up all his power to blow it down with a ‘storm'. But to cover his attack, a dozen fighters were cut into two pieces by a giant axe.

A thousand nights of trying to input the force, an array of forces on the axe blade lit up and a black-red fog appeared. This is only a second-degree force weapon, but due to its weight and length, it plays far more power in the mixed warfare than the Hemisphere's third-degree sword.

And he took the sword of the Bloody Knight and said, "I want this axe and that sword. Now that I've gone to practice, it's a little bit more force to recover, hopefully we'll all be able to spend the night. ”

Bao Zhengcheng and the battalion manager looked at each other, and each searched for a place to start practicing rest.

The nights are tough, but not all good news. Just now, the battle almost wiped out all the ashes of the Dark Race, followed by the actual battle to consume their regular fighters. Neither of the dark races is as populous and warrior as the human race. Any commander will feel meat pain if they begin to massively damage their regular fighters.

The castle was temporarily silenced.

After a thousand nights of examining myself, I accidentally discovered two more traces of ordinary blood gas accustomed to tumbling in my heart. In his veins, a great deal of foreign blood gas is still pouring, as if the sea had not yet subsided, and the blood gas of Jin and Purple waves like fish water. After that, a large amount of blood gas is quickly consumed and converted.

Dawn Force, on the other hand, has recovered only a shallow layer of rocky beach after the tide had retreated, apparently supplemented by a runner's slaughter.

Before practicing, the thousand nights finally determined their new abilities: precision shooting. This ability allows him to think significantly faster at the moment of shooting, making it easier to target opponents and strike a more powerful blow.

A new competency can be gained by promotion to level 4. Thousands of nights had hesitated between firearms and melee capabilities, and no final decision had been taken, but now he was determined.

The Eagle's long-range sniping, combined with heavy warheads and precision shooting capabilities, coupled with specially crafted force physical projectiles, can instantaneously erupt into horror and be the key to killing high-ranking dark races over the course of a thousand nights. The key to winning the next battle is whether or not you can kill the highest ranking fighter who runs every battlefield node.

Once you have selected your abilities, you will begin to practice the knacks of the Millennial Night, waiting for the new Battle Horn to blow.

At this time, in the camp tent of the Dark Allies outside the city, the Baron of the Blood was walking back and forth at the marching table with a blue face.

Two blood knights were kneeling in the camp, and several werewolves and spider demons standing beside them also seemed very disturbed. The Baron is the overall commander of this joint force and the strongest, and only one step away from breaking through the war generals.

The baron burst out of nowhere, sweeping away everything on the table, roaring: "Crap! It's all junk! Dead all the ashes, didn't shoot down such a small place! How do you want me to go up there?! ”

The Blood Knight could not speak at all under natural repression, when a tall werewolf said: "The firepower of this stronghold guard is not normal! Your intel is wrong! And I suspect that there is a strong man in the city who is not weaker than us. ”

The blood baron flashed in disgust, angry: "How could my people's intelligence be wrong? The strongest men there are only Level 5 fighters. Did you see any enemies above Level 5 when you attacked the city? Idiot!”

The werewolf shouted threateningly, fearless: "Not seeing doesn't mean it doesn't exist! I heard Eagle Strike! My warrior lost a lot because of the Eagle Strike! Old man, have you ever heard of humans below level six who can strike with eagles? I see your castle is too damp to rot your wooden head! ”

The Baron was furious, his eyes were bloody, his mouth whistled low, revealing two long, blood-sucking teeth. Several werewolves, although of lower rank than the Baron, bowed up and took a combat stance, apparently without fear of a single battle.

And one of the two spider demons said, "If you really want to fight, I'll be happy, but not now! No one can talk to the top without completing the task. This war was already an accident, a fraudulent human being, an early invasion of the war zone, and we shouldn't have stopped in this shithole. Baron Mac, I suggest you watch your tone. Neither the Green Tribes nor we belong to you. We only act together by respecting your strength. If you don't want to, we'll split up. ”

The other spider demon coldly said, "Our two high-ranking warriors have died so many battles, your blood loss is not great. Something you can't say, can you? Is there any other reason? ”

Baron Scarlet's eyes squeezed, Moran asked: “What's the reason? ”

The spider demon was suffocated and stopped talking.

The leading werewolf then said, "I need to make amends. Give us thirty nuclear grenades each, and let's forget the loss today. ”

Baron fluttered his cheek and bit his teeth a moment later: "Yes! ”

Blood force grenades are much more powerful than humans, but each one is handmade, and the number of craftsmen with such craftsmanship is scarce, and therefore the yield is scarce. Even within the Dark Race, it is a luxury that ordinary troops simply cannot afford.

The baron glanced at the people in the camp and asked, "Who leads the attack tonight? ”

There was a sudden silence in the camp, and no one answered.

One battalion-level human defense node somehow adds a strong man using eagle strikes, posing a powerful threat to any fighter below level 7, and if he's unlucky, he could even be shot dead. And that man fired more than one shot in a battle, and even with the effect of doping, he was at least a Class 6 fighter.

No one is willing to face the Eagle Strike during a chaotic siege war, the only choice being the Baron, who will be only one step away from the war.

Seeing all eyes concentrated on himself, the Baron looked heavily and said coldly, "If I go to war, those ethnic special forces show up, what do you do? ”

Spiderdemons and werewolves looked at each other and silenced.

It's been almost a day since the battle broke out in this eastern mountainous area since midnight last year. The whole mountain has turned into a battlefield, and the situation is incredibly complex. The nearest 55 divisions of the people have been crushed on the front battlefield a hundred kilometres away, and the 58 divisions on the other side have begun to mobilize. This coalition, which was supposed to be 30 kilometres north, was inexplicably dragged here. According to the latest information received from the Command, several special human units composed of purely warriors have disappeared deep in the eastern hills and even the Wind Wolf tribes have yet to trace their whereabouts and areas of activity.

When the Baron saw their faces, he hummed and reached out to a spider demon and a werewolf and said, "You two go to war together tonight! I will go to the perimeter to set up defensive lines, and the cordon of the ethnic defensive nodes is only a day's march away, and their reinforcements should arrive tomorrow morning. I'm not sure I can stop it, so you better get rid of all the trouble tonight! ”

The spider demon and the werewolf looked at each other and left silently. The baron stayed alone in the camp tent, staring at the pictures on the wall, and his eyebrows locked tighter. A blood fighter brought in a glass of blood, placed it on the table and then withdrew silently. But the baron just stared at the map and forgot to even taste it.

His gaze did not fall on the castle, nor on the direction of the people's reinforcements. He looked at the forces of two other dark races, and his eyes were full of alert and brisk. The Baron picked up a pen and made a few red marks on the map. That is the level of threat only he himself understands.

Marks indicate that the threat of HNA is far less than that of the other two Dark Race forces.

Late at night, outside Xichang City, Yinjia Yard.

Kiki looked at a letterhead in front of her twice in a row and asked someone to come in.

A beautiful young girl rushed in and out.

A moment later, Ji Yuanjia quickly walked in. He was apparently rested, naked and a narrow-sleeved, right-sleeved collar robe often worn by samurai men.

He hasn't stood steady yet, and Kiki splits her head and asks, "Why did you go to the hills of Tu Castle all night? ”