Monarch of Evernight

Close the Baron's diary for a thousand nights, repeat the focus in your mind, confirm that you have remembered, then light the entire note, watch it slowly burn to ashes, not even a scrap of paper left, and finally mix it all in the mud.

Some of the characteristic little things in Darul's backpack were left behind, and they were sunk, along with the bodies, into a deep swamp hundreds of metres from the scene.

In a day or two, all traces left by the Baron in the Black Swamp will be erased by nature, and no one can trace back what happened. Barons Darul and Kuras have since been marked missing on the blood list. This is not uncommon, and includes Andiya, the black king who has so far disappeared.

Keep the phrase fragments close to you at night. He did not know whether the information obtained from the Baron's diary was true or whether the seemingly impractical fragment of the phrase was part of the real key. Dark race treasure hunting hobbies even people have heard of, many true and false rumors come out every year, some clues look real, until the end of the search for Tutsuo to discover another joke that doesn't know where it started.

However, it is too much to do with this, especially if the Dark Race is waging this war with such a seemingly ridiculous element in it. Thoughts over and over again feel that it is best not to disclose it to anyone, and certainly not to discuss it with anyone. Treasures of this kind can always be free of delusion.

However, the loot is quite impressive at the moment, with both short guns superior to the one signed by the craftsmen, and if you get an Imperial local auction, you can sell at least 3,000 at a price. Those gun-loving disciples have enough time and energy to test the origin of the artisan signatures on the short guns. If those were two prestigious names, the price could soar to over 5,000.

However, such a violent profit can only be concealed. Since the news of Baron Darul has to be hidden in the thousand nights, the obtained items can only be disposed of as unaccounted for stolen goods. Even through Song Zining's channel, it is good to get rid of each one for 2,000 prices.

With the twin peanut front car experience, this is certainly no longer a troublesome day and night.

Grade 4 boutique dagger, easy to carry on various occasions, plus the elegant and prosperous look of the blood family, will be a popular commodity, the demand side of the long sword will be a little narrow, but it is not unsold, as for the Grade 3 armor, there is no market.

The core value of armor is on the Force Array, but the Force Array of the Blood family certainly applies to the Force Drive of Blood. All other types of Dark Force need to be discounted, and the Force of Dawn will be discounted even more. But it didn't work for anyone else, but there was no obstacle to it for a thousand nights, and he took it for his own use.

Thousands of nights counting the value of Force guns and knives is not good enough, at least enough for his “Dark Fire Mercenary Group" to be half a year old. It's development, not just saturation.

Another asset left behind by Baron Darul is a detailed map of the Black Marsh, which shows three safe routes through the Black Marsh. These routes, of course, are the work of spider demons, marshy giant spiders are the hegemony of the marshes, and it is they that open the way for the Dark Races to appear on the flanks of the Human Defense Line whenever they can cross the marshes.

However, the environment in the Black Swamp is very harsh, especially its stench, which is lethal to all living beings and particularly unbearable to blood and demons. Without the treasure of the Black Monarch, even Baron Darul, who enjoys exploring the secrets, would not have appeared in such a place.

The road map changed the intention of the thousands of nights to just come to the Black Swamp to familiarize himself with the terrain, and hundreds of kilometres of huge swamp areas had plenty of room for movement, and he decided to continue deep into the hinterland, not only to verify the map record, but also to see if there was an opportunity to ambush the Dark Races.

In the second half of the night, which continues deep into the swamp, thousands of nights have been attacked, all native creatures from the Black Swamp.

Where there are vines, there are flying insects and occasionally horn snakes. Now, of course, the Hornsnake won't bite you again, and he smashes all their organs with his shiny teeth. Keeping the skin intact, snake gall, sharp horns and poisonous glands sell well. A horn snake can be worth at least dozens of gold coins.

In the middle of the night, more than a dozen blood vines were dug up and three snakes were caught. But money is faster than robbing a high-ranking bloodline. It's very emotional.

But it turns out that it was a baron, and if he hadn't fallen too carelessly into the trap of a thousand nights, it might have been a thousand nights after being chased deep into the swamp. Since Darul started thinking about turning him into a descendant, it might come to a sudden.

Further into the depths, a swamp crocodile attack struck at night, and he killed several giant crocodiles in a row before forcing them to retreat. Then comes a killer fish that is only palm-sized and bites through ordinary leather armor.

And basin-sized spiders, black leeches over a meter long, can't be named giant bugs, layered out all the time.

Swamp alligator skins, killer fish eggs, and spider silk all sell for a good price. Thousand Nights now understands why there are so many wastepickers and drug collectors in Black Mud Town. Those bloody vines and other materials in the Thousand Nights backpack are enough to make a radical difference in the lives of dozens of wastepickers.

These pickers follow the rumors, dreaming of luck falling especially on themselves, perhaps finding blood vines that don't have horny snakes nearby, maybe getting the killer fish follicles they just gave birth to. It's just that reality is always cruel, good luck is infrequent, and danger is the theme of eternity.

Thousands of waste-pickers die each year in the Black Swamp, and only a few can really get rich. But it's these lucky ones that are widely celebrated and repeated, and people take these lucky ones as normal. As for the thousands who died, they were completely forgotten by greed.

The graveyard outside the town of Black Mud is a silent witness, buried with the bodies that can be found, but most of the deserters who died in the Black Swamp are boneless.

One's attitude towards luck is like that of a lover who is blindfolded, pursuing only a moment of intense joy, not the price of lasting. In other words, feelings that seem to be mixed with multiple factors are not pure, but are feelings that are not responsible and responsible right?

A few more steps forward, thousands of nights saw dozens of blackstone columns standing in the middle of a low-lying area. The land between the pillars is flat and dry. On the periphery of the pillars, there are hundreds of pits of different sizes.

Seeing these columns, they suddenly converged all the breath, observed quietly for a while, and did not find any difference in the surrounding environment before approaching slowly.

Within ten metres of the stone column, the air suddenly dried and the ground was several centimetres higher than it was around. At night, he walked to the edge of a dirt pit and looked at the dirt. There are already dark egg shells in the soil.

Seeing these, it can be ascertained that the pits are for the spider demons' servants to dig up and rest, and that the egg shells are the eggs they lay, and the hatched spiders will become new servants if they are able to grow. If you don't have a chance to grow up, you will be eaten and nourished by other servants.

In the middle of the pillars, there are also traces of the camp. From the remnants of the trail, it is possible to distinguish the last stopovers from spider demons and werewolves.

This group of stone columns is a camp set up by the Dark Race in the Black Marsh for the rest of the army crossing the Marsh. These black stone columns have been designed so ingeniously that, in a way that humans have never been able to crack together, they form a natural array of forces that, with just a few black crystals, can run for years, opening a dry and comfortable camp in the marshes.

Thousands of nights without touching anything, just a closer look at the traces of the camp, with a slightly relaxed frown, a camp that has not been used for a long time. This is the last place where you can camp on a large scale before you walk out of the swamp.

Thinking back over the signs on the Baron's black marsh map, he identified a direction and strolled to another camp.

Had it not been for the map, he would have had no idea that the Dark Race had set up as many as five camps in the Dark Mud Swamp and planned to build a new one. This is a prelude to dispatching troops through the marshes. Depending on the size of these camps, you will know that you will never be able to defend Black Mud Town.

The roads in the marshes are getting harder to navigate, and the deep marshes are becoming less bearable. It is now time to be careful and careful with the reactions and abilities of thousands of nights. He has been in the deep swamp several times and must carefully observe the plants on the road to determine if they are on the ground below.

Out of caution, the thousand nights do not follow the path that has been opened up by the Dark Race, but move on both sides. In this way, if the forces of the Dark Race pass by, they can be spotted at first sight without revealing their whereabouts.

Until the second camp, no signs of the march of the Dark Race were found at night. But just as he had left the second camp, he suddenly felt an unusual danger, falling into the mud without thinking, sinking his entire body lightly but quickly, revealing only his eyes.

The otherwise calm, waveless surface of the water suddenly burst into a ripple, after which a slight sandstone was heard for thousands of nights. A large, dark gray, basin-sized spider swam more than 10 metres away, and their long legs swung at speed, moving fairly fast, almost floating on the water.

These gray spiders are descended from marshy giant spiders. Of course, there are no marshy giant spiders, but they are outnumbered and highly adapted to the geographic environment of marshy, light lakes. And they are very sensitive to the surroundings and are particularly good at capturing dynamic images.

Where spiders pass, all the marshes' protozoa lurk like a thousand nights, nothing dares to show up, and the dodging of these creatures completely obscures the sinking moments of a thousand nights. After sinking into the water for thousands of nights, it did not move, like a stone, but the gray swamp spider flocked past without noticing anything unusual.