Monarch of Evernight

Dark races are full of fierce light, and some of the warriors close by have just heard clearly that the power of the thousand nights is almost exhausted. And a warrior without a force, no matter what his rank, is much stronger than an ordinary man.

Thousands of nights seemed completely unaware of their dangerous situation, touched a cigarette out of their pockets, lit it, took a deep inhale, and smiled slightly, "Don't you want one? ”

A spider demon and two blood clans roared and took the lead into the thousand nights.

A circular swordlight suddenly appeared, sweeping the bodies of three warriors. Their bodies were still flushing forward and separated up and down three or four steps later.

“Together!” I didn't know who shouted, so everyone hugged me.

In the center of the battlefield, a thousand nights with swords in both hands, Dongyue swordsmanship, every swing will pull out a fictional figure. Whether blood, spider demons, or werewolf warriors are swept to the edge of a sword, blood will appear immediately.

A thousand nights over and over are the basic swords refined by the Book of Darkness, but every sword waves out, it must carry a bloody storm, and the broken limbs fly around. The Dark Warrior was cut down in pieces and occasionally attacked by him, often with only a shallow wound with one full force.

After a bitter death, the Dark Warriors finally got cold and backed off.

Around the thousands of nights, dozens of bodies have fallen, and those who have lost their mobility are groaning. He took off the cigarette he had been carrying in his mouth for a thousand nights, looked at it and threw it on the ground.

Blood had flowed under his feet, his cigarette butt had fallen into blood water, and the sound of a blast was extinguished.

A thousand nights suddenly pulled out the fantasy magnificent saliva, and the bang in the distance was just one shot. A craftsman who had tried to escape was shot down.

At night, he pointed to the gathered craftsmen and said, "Do not leave any of the craftsmen. Whoever dares to flee, that was the role model. ”

One of the crowd screamed, "Split up!” How many shots can some craftsmen shoot and how many can they stop? However, just a few steps away, a few clusters of fire exploded at the foot of the crowd in front of them, and the smell of gunpowder on their noses quickly diffused. That's gunpowder grenades!

The craftsmen were stubbornly stuck, and some people were still a little far from the blast point, but just one step later, several grenades exploded as if they had eyes and were squeaking in front of them. The craftsmen slowly stopped and turned back.

Thousands of nights looked at them smiling and not smiling. One grenade in his right hand threw it down. When did he have more cloth bags in his left hand? Looking at the prominent shape, it was actually full of grenades.

Craftsmen are miserable, and some of them have no lower rank, and even seven or eight levels of mastery with titles, yet this noble group of craftsmen spend most of their time dealing with the Array of Forces and have very little combat experience. Even if they improve their individual strengths, they are also able to build higher ranking jurisdictions.

Even if all the gunpowder grenades were in the hands of Thousand Nights, they could not be blown up at once, but serious injuries were inevitable. In this case, splitting up and running was a joke, and no one wanted to be the ashes that consumed the firepower of Thousand Nights.

Several craftsmen also placed their hopes in the Count's army, looking down, and found that the surviving Dark Warriors had escaped clean while intercepting the craftsmen's gap for thousands of nights.

When a force grenade was thrown at them not far away at night, and a fierce force surge washed several of the nearest craftsmen into instability, all the craftsmen honestly retreated back to the edge of the Falun Front and dared not make any further moves.

At this time, on the other side of the mountain, Zhao Yu Cherry sword waved, cut off the head of Viscount Spider's head, and smiled coldly: “Compared to my mother's speed, I really want to die. ”

She suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Thousand nights! ”

Zhao Yuxue killed addiction, which reminded him to throw a thousand nights of depletion into the mine, where there were at least 100 Dark Race fighters.

She couldn't even pick up the trophy and rushed to the mine.

A moment later, Zhao Yuxue rushed back to the mine, and when she saw the thousand nights, she stopped.

The central part of the mine had a table and chair, sat at the table for thousands of nights, Dongyue at hand, and was relaxing for tea. The two blood clans stood beside each other like they were reporting something, and the demeanor was very respectful. Dozens of other craftsmen are busy in the Central Force Formation, dismantling a newly installed component and putting it in one place or another.

Look at this, it's like the owner of this mine for a thousand nights.

Zhao Yuxue walked to the thousands of nights and asked: “What's going on? ”

"'That's what you see,' said Thousand Nights. ”

“Where are the Dark Race warriors? ”

“Do you remember a bunch of Dark Race warriors here? ”

Zhao Yu Cherton's heart was faint and his voice softened a lot. “Well, mother... I was just careless. Look, now you're okay too..."

Shoulder shrugged for a thousand nights: "If you keep doing this, you'll get yourself killed! ”

Zhao Yuxue knew that he had passed the stage, and suddenly his eyebrows laughed, claws on his shoulders for a thousand nights, “How can you, I'll hang with your sister, there are many advantages! ”

Listening to this, only the future of the thousand nights is disturbing.

At this point, suddenly hear a dull roar, followed by a continuous explosion. Intense black smoke and open fire broke out in a mine with steel gates in the easternmost part of the country, and the previously closed doors collapsed. There was a massive influx of miners and slaves, mostly human beings, but also a number of dark races.

It was supposed to be a slave miner who had been working deep in the pit, mixed with some managers, and somehow it was at this time that the spare exit exploded and swept out.

A black pressure surge of people, most of them with broken clothes, coloured dishes, waved iron shovels in their hands, can't even see a decent melee weapon. There were also several werewolves inside, just naked, the guy swayed around under his crotch, took a few steps, and ran with his sock limbs on the ground.

It is too early for the craftsmen to dismantle the entire force matrix, not to mention the instrumentation that makes up the matrix and the extraordinarily precise media, which can be damaged by stepping on a foot. If this force was trampled by hundreds of miners' slaves, it would be completely destroyed.

The direction of the crowd at night was frowned upon, and they did not flee, but rushed towards the center of the square, apparently behind the scenes. These men, who have little force, are certainly unlikely to pose a threat to the thousands of nights that defeated Count Stuka and Zhao Yuxue, but they can create chaos, destroy the Force Law Front and give the craftsmen a chance to flee.

One of the craftsmen who swept through the night and were busy in the Battle of the Law had stopped and looked far away. He cold-blooded: "Keep working. ”

Threatened words were not repeated in the thousands of nights, but the craftsmen heard of their ferocious intentions, fought a cold war, and bowed their heads to continue dismantling the formation. They have no doubt that the next time the grenades in the palm of a thousand nights will fall directly on their heads, not on their feet.

The tide was fast approaching across the street, some of whom shouted: "Whoever rushes up and kills the dogs and the men will be given freedom by the Count! ”

Many slaves suddenly turned red in their eyes and roared like beasts, waving their hands as instruments of murder and pounding over them.

The motivator's intentions were clear, but the vast majority of the miners' slaves were human beings, and he just wanted to see if Chi Night and Zhao Yuxue faced so many compatriots and could do it.

Throw out several gunpowder grenades at night, pull out a line of fire in front of the crowd, drank loudly: “Back off! One more step forward, and you're dead! ”

Under the influence of force, his voice sounded like a thunder, sounding the whole square. Yet those slaves did not stop at all, and the bees came, and those in front were almost pushed forward by those behind them, ignoring the warnings of the thousand nights.

Thousands of nights were cold and glanced at, but there were still many dark races in the crowd, and there was no way to tell between haste who was a slave to the guilty distribution mines and who was hiding behind them.

The flow of people fluctuated, and in a blink of an eye it approached the Force Formula.

There was a moment of hesitation in the thousands of nights, and there was no shortage of nuclear grenades on his body, and just a few of them, in such a dense formation, these miners would be blown up at once by nearly a hundred people.

At this moment, the sound of Zhao Yuxue's rage and killing machine suddenly rang behind him: “Play with me?! ”

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen of the original grenades were lined up in a horizontal line, flying towards the influx.

“I've killed more people than you've ever seen!” Zhao Yuqiao's last half of the Hao language only spit out.

Slaves, human beings or dark races, no matter how crazy, grenades or acquaintances. Now the tide is chaotic, the front desperately wants to retreat, but the back can't stop, and it's still squeezing forward.

The grenades exploded almost simultaneously, and the dazzling rays of force pulled out a short wall in front of the thousand nights, with a sharp and intense bloody atmosphere. Nearly all of the hundreds of slaves in the forefront fell and nearly 100 metres wide of the death zone appeared in the tide.

Not many people died on the spot, a few survivors struggled in the blood, and the terrible screams made the slaves who were lucky enough to escape the heist look pale, panicked, and nobody dared to move forward. Zhao Yuxue's ruthlessness finally deterred their madness and made them understand that this woman definitely had the guts to kill everyone.

Some slaves finally got scared and turned to flee. At this point, a sharp whistle was heard in the air and several grenades flew in. But this time the grenade went over their heads and landed behind them. The dozens of people who fled the fastest turned into corpses.

Neither in nor out. Slaves did not know what to do for a moment. Some timid people could not control their fear of death, pounding on their knees and crying out loud for forgiveness.

Zhao Yuxue threw the backpack to the ground. From the open mouth, you can see that the inside is really full of Force grenades. Although a lot has been used, there are still a small half pack left. She didn't seem to have been able to satisfy the firepower, and looked around and found two boxes of gunpowder grenades under the table she sat at a thousand nights earlier, which were used by thousands of nights to deter craftsmen.

She walked over, picked her toes and smashed two heavy boxes next to her big backpack. Zhao Yuxue returned to his position, bent over and grabbed the two grenades. He threw them alternately in his hand, smiling and looking across the street.

Slaves suddenly rioted, and the craftsmen on the side of the Force Law Front buried their heads and worked so hard that they couldn't even look this way.

Zhao Yuxue said coldly: “I'll give you a way to go. Who told you to rush this way, point out the guy, and point out all the old spiders to me. Otherwise, there's plenty of stuff in this box! ”

Although most of the gunpowder grenades are in front of them, the slaves are not the master of the Force. For them, the powerful gunpowder grenades and Force grenades have the same effect, as long as they are blown up, they die.

Slaves began to look to their right, and more than a dozen dark races were isolated from the crowd at a standstill.