Monarch of Evernight

Qingfeng Mountain is unique in the nearby mountains, it has a good atmosphere and beautiful scenery. No wonder the Fangtooth tribes migrated here and chose to take root here. The werewolves are the kings of the mountains, who believe that every tribe has the power to reproduce and breathe from the earth and the mountains.

From a distance of a thousand nights, the whole spectrum of the Blacktooth tribe was taken into account. There were dozens of caves on the foot of the Qingfeng Mountain near the surface of the mountain wall. A clear stream was never far away and dozens of wooden houses were built along the shore, which made up a small village.

There are a bunch of wolves on the sloping grass, or lying or standing. With these beasts, few people are able to get close to werewolf villages without being spotted.

Thousands of nights are standing at the top of a peak hundreds of meters away, shifting his gaze towards the surrounding environment, and then finding that it is not far from the village of Fengfang, which is a road on the top of the peak. On both sides of the entrance stands a number of giant wooden totems, indicating that this is the territory of the Force-Tooth tribe.

But now, there are several Totem columns of the Fang clan that have fallen on the ground and replaced them with a metal longgun with a bloody flag on the blade, which is a symbol of the blood clan, but does not show which clan it is.

On either side of the road to the top of the summit, lay a few lurking spiders on the outside. These spiders are supposed to be raised by Count Stucker and naturally put here to stop the werewolves of the Fangtooth Clan from climbing the mountain.

On the meadow, a werewolf boy was running back and forth playing with a mighty werewolf. Werewolf children have far more physical qualities than humans, and at the age of seven or eight they look like human teenagers.

And this little werewolf boy was younger, about four or five years old at most, and he was able to chase the adult wolf running after his hair. They chased each other and unwittingly approached the path of the summit.

A woman rushed out of the cabin, yelling at the child, and the divine state seemed extremely anxious.

Too far away to hear what she was talking about at night, but seeing her face suddenly change, full of fear, then rushing out.

The little boy on the other side stopped and turned around blindly, not knowing that he had stepped into an invisible border.

The wolf suddenly lowered his body and a threatening growl appeared in his throat, with all the neck hair standing up behind him.

A hundred meters away, suddenly one of the immovable servants stood up, a huge body a few meters tall, rising from the ground like a hill. The servant moved extremely quickly, his long legs sliding on the water, winking and pounding nearby, a giant web erupting from his abdomen, covering the wolf and the werewolf boy.

The little boy turned around and remained blind. The wolf screamed, knocking the little boy over and keeping him locked under his back. The web instantly landed and covered a 10-meter square circle, covering both the wolf and the little boy.

As soon as the spider silk fell on the wolf, green smoke erupted, the fur quickly scorched black and detached, revealing peristaltic flesh in pieces. The wolf mourned, but he lay dead on the little boy with his limbs shattered and refused to move the place at all.

Between the eyes, the spider silk eroded into the robust body, the original dark fur greyed out, showing death, the wolf's wail gradually subsided and eventually broke off. The servant spider slowly moved over, the horror mouthpiece kept opening, the big drop of mouth salivated and burned a small pit on the ground.

The werewolf tribes are only a little more powerful than ordinary beasts, but these servants are different. Count Stucker has been carefully fed for hundreds of years, and his strength is strong enough to be the equivalent of jazz. In the eyes of servants, not only wolves, but also the majority of wolves in the Fang clan, belong to the food category.

At this point, the boy's mother rushed wildly, and as she screamed, a werewolf burst out of a cave and a cabin. When they saw the little boy drill out of the broken wolf, he turned colorful and shouted at him, trying to drive the spider away.

Slight hesitation on the part of the spider, these werewolves, though less powerful than it is, prevail over a large number, and if they hold on to it, they cannot resist it. At this time, by the side of the hill, three equally large spiders stood up and stepped down the hill step by step.

The four spiders stood side by side and confronted the wolves of the Fang clan.

At this time, the ignorant little boy pushed the shovel, but did not receive a response. His hand accidentally touched a spider silk that was still floating, and his back was burned with a dark black burn. The little boy cried so hard, his naive voice so penetrating that it sounded all over the valley.

The cry instantly lit the wrath of the werewolves, who shouted a neat, low battle, forming a step forward. The servants hesitated a little and began to retreat slowly.

The anxious mother suddenly screamed at the little boy standing in the middle of the spider web at all costs. There are flying spider silks all around, and with just a few more falling on the boy, this young man's life will end.

A spider wrapped mercilessly around the mother and then corroded into her body. But as if she didn't feel anything, she ran into the middle of nowhere, lifted the little boy up and exited the web along the path she had broken with her body.

The wolves of the Blacktooth tribe were sending long signs of grief, and they all knew that the woman was no longer able to do so.

She finally walked across the last spider silk and looked comfortably at the child in her arms. Little boys' hands have been corroded to the bones and their lives have always been preserved. As for the severe pain in herself, she had long forgotten.

At this point, a dull gunshot was suddenly sounded between the mountains, a large force bullet flew across the sky, punching through the mother's body and being bombarded in two with the little boy in her arms.

A thousand nights away, his eyebrows finally burst, his eyes flashed past the cold killing machine, and his right hand held the eagle strike behind his shoulder.

Werewolves with sharp teeth are similarly outraged, with some young werewolves even beginning to turn into battle patterns, and others activating arrays of force knives and guns.

At first sight, the battle started, and suddenly there was an old wolf coming out of the upper cave, and the heated wolves finally calmed down slightly and turned to look over there.

An elderly werewolf appeared at the mouth of a cave in the settlement. He was too old to straighten himself out to move slowly with a cane made of branches.

At this point, a spider demon rushed down the hill. He held a nuclear rifle in his hand and the lit array was not completely extinguished. The gun that had just been drilled between his mother and the little boy came from his hand.

This spider demon is already a baron, just one step away from the Viscount. He looked at hundreds of gathered werewolves like nothing, crossing the spider without fear, approaching the werewolves, glancing at them and saying, “What, you want to challenge the authority of the Count? ”

The werewolves did not shrink and stared angrily at the spider demon, yelling low and low.

The fierce light rose in the eyes of the spider demon, his fingers at the foot of the mountain road, roaring: “I told you, whoever dares to step into the restricted area will be executed! What, is anybody upset? ”

“But he's just a kid who doesn't understand anything! Even if you enter the restricted area by mistake, just take a few steps!” A young werewolf couldn't help but scream and rush to the forefront, stirring up an array of responses.

“Don't say a few steps, just one step to die! And those who dare to question the Count's orders will die!” The spider demon was fierce and the rifle in his hand was another roar, and the young werewolf had a big hole in his chest.

Huge wounds penetrate from the anterior chest to the back, where the heart was originally located, but now disappear with all the surrounding bones and flesh. Young werewolves fell.

The werewolves rioted again, and the spider demon laughed and yelled, “Anyone who dares to question your command again will end up with him! It's not a big deal to kill all you big stinking dogs. Want to try it? You useless bastards! ”

“We have Sil, he has joined the summit!” In the crowd, I don't know who shouted.

“Yes, find Sil and let him talk! ”

“The Count won't make it to the summit, will he? ”

The wolves rekindled hope, but the peak name did not deter the spider demon. Baron laughed, “Go get that little wolf, and I'll let you know if the spider demon fears the summit of the crowd! ”

Watching all this quietly for a thousand nights, his eyebrows frowned slightly. Although his hand was pressed against the eagle, he never took the sniper gun off.

At this moment, he is still not prepared to intervene in the contradiction between werewolves and spider demons. Thousand Nights promised William to treat werewolves as well as possible, but this does not mean that alliances are merely limited neutrality, at best through dealings.

Differences also exist within werewolves, as was the case at Tulip Market, where the White Claw tribe treated William. Though the Blacktooth tribe deserved sympathy and Sil made a promise to Thousand Nights, the extent of that promise was unknown.

As you can see before the dawn, if even Fengfang himself does not resist, he will not interfere. And when he occupies the area, if Fengfang refuses to surrender, he will ruthlessly exterminate them.

For the duty of the thousand nights is first and foremost to follow his warriors, his allied friends, and the inhabitants of his land. Instead of these people, who, though sympathetic, are always confronted with swords and guns.

This is war, eternal night and dawn. In war, there may be a small temper, but it must be based on victory.

Only the victor is entitled to pity the weak!

“Enough!” An old, low voice rang, and the elderly werewolves finally came here, and all the werewolves automatically cleared the way for him, demonstrating the unparalleled prestige of the elderly werewolves in the tribe.

The old werewolf swept the eyes of the werewolves on both sides and said softly, "What are you doing? Do you want to resist the Count? ”

The werewolves lowered their heads and slowly lowered their weapons. Count Stucker's brutality and terror have long gone into the hearts and minds, and almost every once in a while, he hears of the extermination of a brave rebellious tribe.

In the Count's territory, the Lycan tribe is not only one, but also not the most powerful. If you provoke Stuka, your teeth will be destroyed. Because of this, even if the ancestral holy places were expropriated, the sharp teeth would endure.

The old werewolf walked to the spider demon and stood still trembling and said, "My lord, this is just a misunderstanding. Can this stop if the person who broke into the restricted area by mistake is dead? ”