Monarch of Evernight

The old man suddenly looked up at the captain and said, "The old beard knife won't lie to us. ”

The captain relieved himself and stalled the thousand nights. Thousands of nights are just laughing, not counting.

The old man picked up the peanuts and caressed each of the lines on them, muttering: “There are only two kinds of people in our eyes: our own people and not our own. Even true blood clans do not stand in the way of becoming one's own. ”

I couldn't help but pick my eyebrows and not speak.

The old man looked at the revolver several times over and over, and said, "Should there be another one? ”

Thousands of nights, this was a bit of movement, so I took out another peanut and put it on the table. This time the old man picked up the right wheel gun and just looked at it randomly and gave it back to him for a thousand nights.

The old man reached out and looked for a moment in the heap of clutter on the workbench. Finally, he touched out a rusty iron box and placed it under the light column of the crystal lamp, opening it slowly at the right angle. Look at his precious and heavy look, as if the box contained the most precious stones in the world.

The box lid opens and the yellow silk pads are inside, just like the outer appearance of the box, making it look old. A silver bullet was placed on the silk mat.

The bullet is very sophisticated, the silver hue of the housing is thick, and the reflective glow seems to flow, and it is actually secret silver. It's filled with delicate, complex lines, and even a few symbols that look a lot like symbols.

When I only saw the tattoo, I was surprised that there was a demonic silver bullet in this little place, but adding these characters made him suspicious.

Those who are able to use the phrase in the array of forces have surpassed the master and can be called masters. There was only one such craftsman in the Red Scorpion. Looking at the old man, looking at the surrounding environment, how can you not believe that the old man would be a master capable of using an array of phrases?

The old man looked at the silver bullet with a fanatical and sacred look, regardless of what was in his heart. Then he raised his head suddenly, pointing at the silver bullet, watching the thousand nights, and spit out this phrase from his dry lips: "This thing, it's called a bullet! ”

Thousands of nights there was an urge to throw up blood, and of course he knew it was a bullet, but he could be more detailed, like breaking a secret silver solid bullet.

But looking at the old man's unshakeable eyes, he was helpless and defeated at night and said, "Okay, it's bullets. ”

“It's yours now. Remember, use it when you save lives.” The old man buckled the box lid, held the iron box in his hands and delivered it to Thousand Nights.

Until I left this town called Dog Claws, I was wondering where exactly this bullet could be worth a hundred gold coins.

This is a ridiculous price, but under the watchful eye of the elderly, they paid for it in vain, along with other munitions they had ordered a long time ago. If it has some value, it's probably on the engraved pattern and the symbols, and if the lines are any more refined, it might have some artistic value.

He grinned and touched his chest. The bullet was in his jacket pocket.

There are no fluctuations in the force from the iron box. Of course, the rusty iron box is not a crystal box that can isolate the force, nor is it an Imperial Corps nuclear magazine. The iron box has no barrier at all, so no fluctuations in the force from the bullet can only indicate that it is a blank solid bullet that also needs to be filled with force.

Shaking his head for a thousand nights without thinking about this little episode, riding a floating boat across the continent imposed a quantitative limit on carrying arms, at least in such a remote place that he was replenished with ammunition.

Besides, the gunpowder bomb and the Force entity bomb looked normal, and a secret silver bomb, whether or not it really had demonic features, but the secret silver material was not discounted, and it didn't break home. Though a little skeptical at night, this seemingly hoarse bullet really infuses the force.

Thousand nights later, when he remembered to leave, he asked the old man what he called it, and the old man said, "Just call me master. ”

That's a really rude answer, thinking about twisting the handle of the locomotive. The roar of the motorcycle engine suddenly increased, the old thunder tiger trembled and gasped, some dragging heavily on his torso, all the way.

Though old, the thunder tiger is quite durable and has been driving for hundreds of kilometres before spraying black smoke, as if protesting against a strike.

The silent fire was a unique branch of the landscape in the Qingshan system in the western continent. Due to the terrain, the area rarely rains, the surface is extremely dry and presents a desert of silence.

But the barrier-like rugged mountains are the scenic Taihang Mountains, so there are actually many dark rivers underneath that run through both sides of the mountains. So in the wilderness, there's a source of growth for trees, and where there are trees, there's often a small oasis.

Looking forward for a thousand nights, not far away was a giant tree with a tree crown like a hua lid, and he adjusted his direction and headed straight for the great tree.

Indeed, a small oasis quickly entered the horizon, and there was even a small spring in the middle. Seeing the spring water, the spirit shook at a thousand nights, fatigue swept away, he jumped directly to the edge of the spring and drank it with a large mouthful of fresh water.

After drinking, I wiped my face a thousand nights, filled the tiger with water, and filled the power cooker with enough black stone powder to rest here for one night before continuing on the road. From the map, it will take him more than a day to get out of this extremely arid wasteland and into the Taihang Mountains.

The Greater Qin Empire, the Dark Races and the Rebels coexist on the western continent. In recent years in particular, there have been many wars, chaos and war everywhere. As a result of the rebel presence, every checkpoint in imperially controlled territory is kept in strict order to prevent the intrusion of detectives.

Thousands of nights pass through the gray waterways, entering the mainland from Silent Fire Plains, which is an excellent shortcut. And until we crossed the Taihang Mountains, it was a land of nobody, and of course there were no checkpoints.

Of course, he still had a full set of IDs, which Song Zining had prepared together. In this set of documents, he was described as an officer of an imperial mainland army. He was only injured in a battle, and since then his strength has been greatly compromised and he has had to retire. The document is well formatted and the original seal is complete, which means that the old hand can't pick out any problems.

As for verification, in an era where all major regiments retain their own information, even imperial powers do not understand the details of a small lieutenant officer in the regiment. Unless the script is transferred to the original regiment, but with Yin Qiqi's prior experience in appointing officers for the seventeenth regiment, it may be that this set of officers' information is retained in the original regiment file.

Thousand nights of fingers drew an arc on the map and crossed the mountain in front of it, officially entering Zhao Valve territory. Several provinces on the western continent were taken from the Dark Race by the ancestors of the Zhao generation, and a majestic Yan Yun Guan was built at the border to resist foreign enemies. In accordance with the imperial tradition, these provinces are the world territory of Zhao Valve. If they are inherited for a thousand years, they have gradually laid the foundation for the high valve.

The Mountains of Forgetfulness, as described in Darul's diary, should be the landmark name on the dark side of the race, looking at the Taihang Mountains in front of it, and the place where the gift is given, close to a core city of Zhao Valley.

Together the map for a thousand nights, he removed his luggage from the Thunder Tiger locomotive and prepared to set up a camp tent on the oasis for the night. He suddenly got up and took a deep breath in the direction of the night wind.

The night breeze in the highlands has a unique scent, mostly from the flames of silence, with a little bit of herbaceous life on the other side of the mountain range. However, it was a sweet fragrance that seized the full attention of the thousand nights and immediately aroused his intense thirst after pouring into his nose.

That's the smell of blood, pure, sweet, full of strength!

The first thought of the thousand nights was not to hide or flee, but to raid and devour such delicious delicacies. He then emerged from his thirst for blood, flashing behind a giant tree, a little dark red in his eyes, carrying a dark vision.

A group of black fighters emerged from the distant night. There is a kind of reckless disregard for danger while they walk, with no sense of convergence. The leader is a warlord, and the weakest warrior has at least five ranks.

There were ten fighters, all of them of blood, wearing imperial uniforms. This level of disguise does not escape the eyes of the truly powerful as long as it enters the field of vision, but still reduces some unnecessary hassles as it crosses the human-controlled zone.

They saw the giant tree so far away, they adjusted their direction and came this way.

At first glance, he knew it was bad, the oasis was so small, the wilderness was invisible, there was no hiding place at all, and the traces of his water collection and camping could not be cleared at all.

When he arrived, he threw his bags onto the Thunder Tiger and started this antique-class locomotive, escaping towards the depths of the desert.

The thunder tiger's roar came a long way in the night, immediately attracting the attention of the blood clan, instantly all eyes swept away. In the eyes of powerful or strong or weak Dark Warriors, a light point is rapidly slipping away from their destination.

“Lord Zaren, a human being, seems to have found us.” A young jazz of blood.

The head of the blood Viscount's face was gloomy and somewhat impatient: “It's just a little trouble. You two go after him and kill him, and the rest of you go to that oasis and rest. We'll continue in an hour. ”

The two blood knights moved as they were destined, turning into two pale smokes, chasing after a thousand nights of illness.

A moment later, a small camp was built on an oasis. Zaren did not rest, but stood in front of the fountain and thought quietly.

The Duchess walked up to Zaren and lowered her voice, "Lord Zaren, what exactly are our goals this time? ”

Their team has been walking on the plateau for several days, seemingly aimlessly, occasionally encountering individual ethnic groups that have been spared as long as they have not been discovered, which is highly inconsistent with Viscount Zaren's usual mindset.

Zaren took out a red crystal pendant and pumped blood into it. The red crystal was instantly excited and a palm-sized map was projected in the void above, with an area highlighted in bright red.