Monarch of Evernight

Wei Pai Yin carefully presented the black painted wooden box on one side of the forge, then rubbed his hands, the palms rose a slight yellow light, gradually expanding into a one-meter square mask to include the wooden box.

"If you want to keep things well, you can't see the wet light, so you need to isolate them with the Force when appreciating them. Let Chiko smile. ”

A little bit of the night sensed that the mask was truly isolated inside and out. Without a slight movement in his mind, the battle will have more or less the power of the powerful in the sphere of influence, and a mask like the one created by Weber's Year, apparently control of the Force, has entered the country.

At this time, Webster focused all his attention on the little box in front of him. He didn't give a damn about the night out. He looked like he was doing a very important job, pushing gently and gently off the cap.

A jade shelf was placed in the paint box, and the squares were occasionally flashed with faint rays of force, apparently an array of forces. The jade shelf is lined with Ming Huang brocade, and in the center, a piece of smoke ink is placed at the end. That's a piece of scrap ink that's been used for half the time, and the other half has three small, thin words on it: handmade.

Wei Bo Yen leaned down with a breath and approached the other half of the smoke ink. He looked closely and did not even turn his eyes.

Though Thousand Nights knew it was ancient ink, and it had a good history and great value, it was still very strange to see the real thing. Would it be more than half a piece of surplus? But seeing the excitement and seriousness of the Wei Pa year, the thousand nights of doubts, wisely swallowed the whole heart.

It took a long time for Wei Bai to get up straight and close the cover of the paint cartridge, which made him sigh, "Excellent cloud smoke! It turns out the King was still using the rest. I didn't expect such a baby to show up in front of me! Do you know where this cloud cigarette is? ”

Though he had read the instructions, he had realized that it was best not to make a fool of himself in front of an expert like Weibe, so he just smiled and didn't answer.

And Wei Bo Yen didn't listen to the thousand-night answer. He seemed to ask only for his own long and protracted question: “This cloud cigarette, in terms of the grain, is a thousand miles of mountain and river pattern. It should be one of the thirteen cloud cigarettes made by Wang's hand. Its benefits lie in…”

For half an hour, Wei Pa Years only understood that the king was of imperial blood and was famous for his books and paintings. Handmade ink and pen are just his toys, it's actually kind of a trail. However, it is half a piece of ink, and it is worth ten thousand gold. The price is just fine, the key is that you can't buy it with money. Once applied with Mulberry, the King has long been a treasure of the Imperial Palace and the Takamen House. How can there be any chance of birth?

Thousands of nights in a quiet listening position, but I still can't understand, even if the relics of the previous dynasty are rare and rare, how can you make people like Wei Bo Yen go crazy?

In the Thousand Night Eyes, ink is ink, making all kinds of patterns is irreverent and has no use on the battlefield. If you write an emergency military situation, only a few lines will suffice. It is simple and accurate to be effective. As for whether the ink marks are yin and yang, Yun Steam Xia Wei, what's the point?

This kind of thing can only be played by people who have come from the Gao Mengwei clan since childhood, like Wei Pai Yen.

Wei Bo Yen didn't stop until he was happy. At this time, he looked at the thousand nights quite differently, with a smile: “Thousand sons are indeed among the people. ”

Thousands of nights suddenly I felt my back sweating. "I don't really know much about these...”

Wei Binian waved his hand, "Why is Thousand Sons so modest? Just take this half cloud cigarette and you'll see the heart! How many young people are afraid not to even hear such treasures. ”

Thousands of nights are said to be extremely heartless, and I feel that my face must be a little stiff. Wei Pai year, on the other hand, talked about the unpleasantness, and then began to talk about his opinions and preferences for all the books and drawings in the history of Daqin. This time, it was not limited to the King, but it was rated by all the generations.

It can be seen that Wei Bai year is obsessed with the way books and drawings work. In the absence of much talk during the thousand nights, it is still lunchtime. He cooked in person and refined four dishes, plus a pot of good wine, inviting a thousand nights to drink.

Fortunately, during the meal, Weibe did not talk about books and paintings anymore, but talked about the history of fighting the dark race. Finally, he returned to the familiar topic of the thousand nights. Of course, the experience of a war general is precious, and the thousand nights often have a different understanding, and the two of them enjoyed the conversation.

However, one detail was noticed in the thousands of nights, the wooden box was still on the coffee table, and Weibe Year did not mean to put it away, and he was forced to sink slightly into his heart.

Wei Binian looked at the sight of the thousand nights and smiled, suddenly asking: “If I refuse to take this master's position, what are you going to do next? ”

Thousands of nights sighed, the "throw it good” approach, although not wrong, but Wei Bo Yen, as a war general, also has the power not to be moved by foreign objects. Therefore, Wei Bo year should be to follow Wei Hou to Yongnight Mainland for a walk, to make a posture in order to bring Wei Baotian back. As for a third-rate defensive zone, the Wei family doesn't really care.

Although this question from Wei Pai Yen has not completely blocked the road, at this moment, he was not good at persuading people with his mouth and did not know how to impress him. Continue guessing the answers to meet Webster's preferences and look forward to what opportunities might or might not exist on the line?

Thousands of nights suddenly felt that it was not his nature, the way he wrote, he could not speak, he could not comment on the hobbies of others, but this question of Weber year he had his own answers and positions.

He raised his head at night and said clearly and frankly: "I will still build a mercenary group and try to protect Black Stream. ”

Webb smiled young, “What to defend? With the hundreds of seeds?” His words contained sarcasm without malice, as if a veteran faced a rookie who knew not the thickness of heaven and earth.

Thousand Nights didn't care about Webster's unsolicited tone, he just said, "OK or not, you have to fight to know. This is a city of tens of thousands of people, and whether or not it can be preserved, it must not be left to the dark races. I don't think I can change the end of the war, but since it's up to me, at least I'll do what I have to do. ”

Wei Bai's eyes glistened and asked: "Are you... going to live with Black Stream? ”

Thousands of nights shook their heads and said, "Oh, no, of course not. I'll fight until I can't do anything, and then I'll break through. Only if you live can you kill more enemies, and as long as you live, you will grow stronger, until one day you come back here and take back everything you've lost from me, from the Dark Race. ”

“Not one place for a city, a moment of disgrace, looking at the Mile Mountain River, when fighting, there is evidence of progress and retreat! This is the wind of the general!” Wei Bai year's praise came suddenly, leaving the night slightly stunned.

Wei Pai Yan patted his shoulder for a thousand nights and said: "Let's see what the end of this war will be! ”

It took a while for General Wei to react, “Are you ready to stay? ”

“There are battlefields everywhere anyway, and there is no difference between fighting here and elsewhere. I've heard that things have been quite small lately, and I've spooked a lot of big people, but I'd love to see some surprises. ”

Go ahead, Weibe picked up the wooden box with half a cloud of smoke ink again and carefully put it away. “This little thing is not enough for me to change my mind, but not without it. Since you are so eager to find this object, I won't take it with you! ”

“Of course.” Thousand Nights finally relieved my heart, now that Wei Bai year has received something, it is officially done.

After a thousand nights out of Weiber's residence, he slowly walked on the streets of Black Street. Instead of walking into the alley, he walked along the main street of the neighborhood.

As in the Dark Blood City, the growing tension in the wilderness has led to a marked increase in the urban agglomeration. Although the shadow of the previous events in Tianwu Zhengnan had not yet all faded, and the atmosphere was always tense when some soldiers with live ammunition walked by, the ordinary population had forgotten. For them, urban administrators are an abstract term, and as long as taxes remain unchanged and order breaks down, it does not matter who is in power.

The tense atmosphere in the wilderness also affects the city more or less, and the poor quality pubs are more crowded than ever, only at 2 p.m., the sun hasn't completely disappeared, and there are skewed drunkards on the street.

Yet these hustles and bustles are not in the atmosphere of a thousand nights before the onset of a real war. Even civilians now know that there may soon be a war in the Three Rivers County, where the Black River City is located, along with the rock collar where the nearby Dark Blood City is located, but most people have no real experience of facing war.

Bloody clashes occur all the time on the Continent of Everlasting Night, but this abandoned land of the Qin Empire is also barren in the eyes of the dark races of the upper continent. Life here is hard and resources are scarce, but those so-called battles are just a battle. Fighting a real war forever and night may not be enough. Most of the real fronts of the imperial and dark ethnic confrontations are still on other continents.

What's the real war?

In a brief military journey of a thousand nights, it was only indirectly experienced once. A rookie at the time, he was not even eligible to enter the battlefield and was assigned to a military base close to the front line as guard. The base was temporarily stopped by the big men on the battlefield for final rest, and after leaving it, it also meant entering the forward battlefield.

In just a week's time, three batches of seventeen fighters will be assembled here in a thousand nights, marching to the battlefield, and less than a third will eventually return. And this base, it's just one of many of these.

In this way, for the first time in a thousand nights, we realize how cruel war against the Dark Races is. This is the process that every rookie, including him, has to go through.

In fact, Thousand Nights has also realized that Wei Daotian and Song Zining are extremely condescending and serious in taking the true attitude of the war that is about to open in Yongnight Mainland. In the same vein, he had just learned something from the last few words of the Weber Year.

Looking at the flow of people passing through the night, it suddenly occurred to me, if the storm was inevitable, how many points would this chaotic but orderly street view leave behind after the wind stopped raining?

War is like a furnace, genius is like ore, countless ore inputs, only a few become real gold, most become slag, abandoned, and then forgotten.