Monarch of Evernight

Night's eye finally turned to the tall young man and said, "Phila, no matter how many times there is only one answer, that is, no. ”

Phela's face was suddenly frozen and her cheeks kept beating, apparently angry. He also tried to maintain a bit of decency, barely grinning his lips, trying to pull out a smile, but the twisted lines did not appear to be clear.

Turn your eyes back and keep staring out the window. The indifference of no one in her eyes was more like contempt, and her body moved and moved away a little.

“You bitch!” Phila scolded. The little nocturnal action lit the last trigger cord, and Philateng stood up with a big hand and grabbed it directly at her.

Night's eyes flashed with a cold light, and two knives in the waist automatically slipped away from the sheath and jumped into the hand. The knife shines bright red and lightning strikes Ferra's chest. At the same time, Phila's figure appeared in her eyes.

The sound of a metal collision echoed in the room, listening only to a tinkle. Fella's right hand was lying in front of her and her forearm blocked the knife from her eyes. Those two sharp blade elephants, which had been cut into countless enemies, were cut into statues made of fine gold, and it was very difficult to stab one more point.

Night vision drinks instantly, and the image of Phila in both eyes suddenly breaks. However, Phela was just groaning, her face grew paler and her blood rose steadily after a moment of shaking. The blood mist wrapped around his left hand quickly became extremely thick and pressed directly against the protective blood of his night eyes.

There was so much blood coming out of both of them that the whole room was all over the place. Then two different properties of blood gas each congealed out of the field and attacked each other violently.

Fila's dark red blood vaporized into a terrestrial beast, chief of the lion tiger bear wolf forest, howling toward the night eyes. It's not a mere illusion. Every memory of a stroke and tear has the power of raw flesh and blood, even more ferocious than ordinary warcraft.

All of a sudden, an unusual beep sounded, a two-headed beast appeared among the countless terrestrial beasts, and as soon as Father appeared, he brought a great sense of oppression. It is a recognized standard of genius to be able to illuminate a killer attack opponent in the field. This is a much more aggressive area than the general area.

After Phela took the field to its extremes, anger had subsided a lot and turned into the calm needed to fight. He was curious to know what special abilities Night Eyes were admired by so many big people. Night vision is a native species, and he is a native species, but he receives far less attention from the top characters.

Night vision is also driving blood, her blood is bright red with a bit of gold. At this time, her whole body was wrapped in bloody fog, and if it didn't show up, a giant bird suddenly came up empty! Like a peacock, there is a golden thread that runs straight from the beak to the back and up to the longest tail feather.

Phila's pupils are shrinking sharply. It's a golden peacock! It is a vicious beast capable of harnessing the forces of darkness, in contrast to the last two-headed vicious beast released in the field of Fira, which immediately went dark.

As soon as the golden peacock appeared, he didn't even look at the land beasts who had slammed their eyes against the fog of blood. He pounded the beast on both heads, counting the pecks, and nailed several blood holes in the left head of the beast. The fierce beast struggled so hard, his head spinning on the other side, biting hard on the golden peacock.

Yet the golden peacock presses on the ferocious beast, and no matter how it flies, it cannot be thrown off. A few pecks, the other head of the fierce beast exploded, turned into a few strands of black smoke, dissipated in the bloody field.

This battle is judged by high authority.

But the winning gold-line peacock was immediately submerged by all kinds of terrestrial beasts, and every time it flapped its wings, warcraft were thrown away and returned to the black force in the air. However, the number of warcraft is too high and the wounds on the golden peacock are increasing.

In the mist of blood, the eyes opened at night, the eyes were extra bright and bright, and the big gray sculpture with the tip of the head and the white of the wings lifted up and burst out.

Snow Wings Gold Carving! Another ferocious beast, almost worse than a golden peacock, but also limited.

Fella finally changed color, two fierce beasts appeared continuously in the night-eye field, and they were all flying beasts in the middle of the ranking, far more talented in the field alone than he was.

The fierce beast is shaped in the field, usually the ability of those who are stronger than the bloodline marquis. Phila is proud enough to drive the Land Beast in the Earl's rank, but it is far from Night Eyes, who, if he remembers correctly, has only just been promoted to Viscount.

No wonder Monroe still twisted and reluctant during the negotiations in such a situation, and no wonder the great figures of the Everlasting Parliament paid so much attention to her. But being followed by too many big people is sometimes not a good thing.

The more talented Phila was, the more determined he was to be.

In his realm, warcraft burst out like a black tide, going backwards and forwards towards gold-line peacocks and snow-wing golden carvings. Despite the fact that one of the two Sky Warcraft beak peckers was torn into black smoke, they were too numerous, one dead, and the other immediately rushed up to fill the void.

Far above the night eyes, Ferra finally won by the amount of blood gas and raw suppressed the night eyes. Snowwing gold sculptures were first unsupported and torn to shreds.

Night vision suddenly grew white, a bite of blood burst out, the motion immediately slowed a point, nearly hit by Fella. The golden peacock disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the night eye bled out again, slowing down dramatically.

Fella finally found the opportunity to suddenly put her left hand through the protective blood of her night eyes, strangling her throat and lifting her off the ground.

After holding his night vision, Phela looked around and saw only a few beasts left in her field, wounded individually. Phela's face is gloomy, which means he's just a dangerous winner in a field duel.

He is three grades taller than Night Eyes, but he still beats like this. If he is the same grade as Night Eyes, I'm afraid he won't last 10 minutes.

Fella stared at the night eyes, her eyes flashing with madness, biting her teeth into the ground: “It's a primitive species that makes those old guys move, and the talent is really far above me. But so what? Your gift will only push you into the abyss. ”

Night eyes pale with a smothering red spot on her face, cold looking back at Fira, but her eyes were particularly calm, it seemed that the current situation could not give her any movement.

Phila's voice became particularly low, “I know you don't look down on me, but this is not up to you, be my woman...” He stopped suddenly, the words had dangerous implications, "Maybe it would be a good idea to taste your smell now! ”

Just then, a cough burst out of nowhere in the room.

Ferra stagnated and turned her head hard, her eyes glaring at an old man who didn't know when he was coming.

The old man's body was carefully cleaned up and even worn a gemstone ring from the right angle and was the head of an ancient clan elder. He's looking at Phila, and he's slowly saying, "Sir Phila, you're not doing the right thing right now. ”

“Appropriate?” Phila grinned, her hands suddenly moving around her neck strangling her eyes. In the crackling sound of her ears, the neck of her eyes was torn open with a mouth.

The old man coughed again, Fella motion stiff, suddenly a bright red dot on the side of his neck, then slowly bled out.

“You have to stop me?” Phila asked loudly.

“If you mean now, then yes. ”

Fella's eyes almost erupted, and suddenly he hummed heavily, pushing his night eyes.

Night vision flied out, hit the wall hard, and immediately a breath of blood erupted. Fighting in the field of talent has drained her of blood, and now she is not much better than a newborn of an ordinary blood family.

The old man's eyes jumped a few times, but he didn't move, he didn't talk, he still looked at Phila quietly, his eyes didn't move for a moment.

Phila became restless, walking around the room, waving her hands hard, constantly saying, "Very well, Count Chaos, I will remember what you said and did today. I hear you have a lot of descendants, but they are all scum, and they can be more careful in the future, preferably not to leave their castles and coffins. Always unsafe at night, it will become even more unsafe in the future! ”

The old man's face changed and then returned to normal.

Phila walked up to the old man, poking her fingers at his chest, saying word for word: "Old man, listen, even if you can stop today, you can't stop tomorrow! She's destined to be my woman, but one day sooner or later. But because of what you did today, I decided that when I got her, I would play her half-dead in front of all your descendants! And this is all because you're meddling, you hear me? Old man!”

This time the old man looked normal, as if he only had a slight breeze in his ear, and he said softly, "It's not too early, it's time for you to rest. ”

Fella's chest fluctuated sharply, so it didn't take long to calm down. “Okay! But I want to see what Monroe can say to me now! Go back and tell Karl that the original terms are no longer valid and we'll talk about it all again!! ”

After roaring, Phila walked away, banging and slamming the door hard.

The old man walked in front of her eyes, lifted her up, and passed a piece of blood crystal. Until the blood gas in the crystal was drawn clean, the night eyes did not look any better.

The old man stared at the night eyes and his eyes filled with compassion and pity. He sighed and said, "Though you awaken the blood of your ancestors, I still regard you as my child. ”

Night vision has always melted cold, softly: “You have always been my father, and you have never changed. ”

The old Count sighed deeply and the wrinkles on his face appeared deeper, "I had no idea that Fira would be so bold that they seemed to want it. ”

Night's eyes flashed with a faintly perceptible determination, saying faintly: "Nothing in this world is inevitable to get. ”

The old count laughed bitterly, “I'm a little worried that those people up there won't be able to withstand the pressure..."

Night vision slightly drooped, no answer.

After a moment of silence, the old Count suddenly made up his mind and said, "Go away and get out of here. ”

Night's eyes snapped and shook his head: “But what do you do? If I leave, they'll be angry with you. ”

“I am old enough to wait only for the moment of eternal sleep. So even anger, what does it matter? ”

Night eyes gently held the old count's hand.

It is a hand that belongs entirely to the elderly, whose skin has lost its elasticity while being worn thin, almost translucent, revealing fragile bones and muscles.

She slowly put her cheeks up, just like she did many years ago, when she was a child.

The elite of the Dark Fire has been stationed in the Black Ridge during these days, with the Wei family's battle sitting in the town, aggregating the logistics of the army and the transportation of loot. Thousand nights led the elite to continue the attack, raiding two more mining sites, plundering everything that could be taken away, and then burning another fire into ruins.

There is still no movement deep inside Count Spiderdemon, but there is no fear of the conspiracy behind Stuka's immobilization. The longer it takes, the better the defenses on the Black Ridge will be, and over time, it will become a fortress. Even a floating boat was transferred at night.

If Count Spider-Man really doesn't intend to send troops, it's not a bad thing. Once he holds the Black Ridge firmly, he breaks the link between the Eastern Territory and the Count. Then he cleans up the Eastern Viscounts one by one, and the plan for a thousand nights of western progress is complete.

Zhao Yuxue's whereabouts were unknown for some time. She left a message saying she was going to explore the terrain and should be able to make it back in time for the war. With Zhao Yuxue's ability, with a little caution, there should be no threat to her presence on this earl's collar. Thousands of nights were left to her, and there was nothing to use in her place in the near future anyway.

The resident administrators of those two mines were barons, who had won the millennium with little effort, with additional harvests and supplementary blood.

After retreating to the Black Ridge, Thousand Nights wanted to practice immediately and convert the semen blood as soon as possible. When he walked into the camp, he suddenly and tirelessly attacked again, a feeling of irresistible familiarity.