Monarch of Evernight

Female fingertips suddenly popped several sharp nails, and mountain crocodiles were cut open as hard as rock scales. She looked inside the wound, and it was full of withered flesh.

She dialed a smooth incision on the fatal wound of the mountain crocodile, "Blood sucking blade? It's getting interesting. Are you... a more powerful native species than Night Eyes? ”

The woman stood up and looked around and looked at the body of the other mountain crocodile, then the next one. She stood still, but her eyes seemed unhindered, wandering through mountain trees and finding what she wanted to see.

A moment later, her gaze turned to Viscount Brudo, and the whole person blurred. A mountain breeze blew and disappeared without a trace.

The mountain forest leading to Viscount Castle remains quite primitive, with only one broken avenue leading to a narrow clearance, which does not mean that there are no residents around.

A thousand nights ago, it was discovered that the road to the castle was spreading with several Lycan tribes, large and small, and that the tribal warriors were the archers on the outskirts of the castle and his obstacle.

A feeling of unspeakable appeared in the mind of a thousand nights, as if he had ignored something. He paused and jumped straight into a cloud-through cedar tree, looking at the core area of the Viscount of the Wolf that unfolded in front of him.

Werewolves, warriors... etc., so this is how it should be! Thousands of nights suddenly realized that assassinations might not be the best way to destroy Brudo's most powerful force against the werewolves. But it will take a lot of effort to suppress the resistance if it is to be completely occupied afterwards.

Perhaps he can choose another way.

The werewolves here admire pure primitive martial arts and, as Viscount, Brudo must be the strongest warrior around. Since he is the strongest, then according to the tradition of the werewolves, he will be the one who rushes forward in the battle and accept any challenge from the positive.

Thousand Nights decided to change the strategy for the next battle.

A moment later, a loud wolf burst into the depths of the forest. The sound spread far away, and a few long responses soon appeared. It's a warning! Between the turns, the whole forest was shocked, and the angry screams fluctuated.

A young werewolf warrior shouted in response and rushed in the direction of his companion's initial warning. But without running two steps, he saw a young human man in front of him.

The werewolf warrior almost threw his head up without false thought, biting his opponent's throat! In his expectations, this mouth would certainly bite the neck bone of the invader.

Yet the human man simply reached out casually and the young werewolf found his throat strangled. The other hand is cast like steel, no matter how hard he struggles, he doesn't relax at all.

Thousand Nights opponents have little interest in this young werewolf, and although they have five levels, they are still fighting by instinct, with no systematic and professional fighting training at all. At that level, it would be useless to have more people in front of a thousand nights.

It looks like these werewolves don't know that, but they'll soon be able to see the gaps.

With a slight push on his hand, he snapped the young werewolf's neck and then loosened his hand, letting him slide on the floor. The werewolf is not dead yet, but if he is not treated in a timely manner, he will soon stop breathing.

Thousands of nights run again in the forest, and the complex terrain of the mountain forest is home to werewolves and thousands of nights. He suddenly accelerated, quickly catching up with a werewolf patrol team and running alongside them.

The sudden appearance of a figure frightened the werewolf. After a brief panic, the warriors saw clearly that it was a human being, and a black furry werewolf roared instantly: “Intruder! A lowlife human! Tear him up and eat him! ”

A few werewolves should pounce in the direction of a thousand nights. However, one step forward in the thousand nights, shaped like electricity, had passed from many werewolves, appeared in front of the black fur werewolves, Dongyue simply swept him across, chopping him from his waist into two sections. There is no tradition of mercy at night for enemies who intend to eat themselves.

Black-haired werewolves are most likely captains of this team, far taller and stronger than other werewolves, but they can't stop the next move of the Thousand Nights Sword. But the werewolf warriors were fearless, still sending out warnings and jumping into the night after night.

Thousand nights raised Dongyue, his wrist slammed, and several swordshadows suddenly appeared at the edge of the sword. Between moments, all the werewolves had swords in their bellies, falling down screaming, and no one could stand up again.

Thousand nights slowly put Dongyue away and threw a sentence at a werewolf warrior who had fallen all over the place in front of him, "If Brudo is a true warrior, come out and fight him, don't just send you scum to die! ”

Go ahead, walk the night from the werewolves and disappear deep into the forest.

Soon after, a tall, brown-haired werewolf appeared on the scene. The traumatized werewolves recounted the words of the thousand nights. First he was shocked, then he was furious and shouted at heaven for a long time.

Thousands of nights have not gone far yet. Hearing this challenge means a great deal of wolf, it is now a sneer and return to battle.

A moment later, the brown werewolf was embedded almost entirely in an ancient tree, with its long tongue hanging by its mouth, unable to retrieve it. His arms were completely deformed and he did not know how many bones had been broken. His eyes stopped flashing at this moment, some of them just in deep fear.

Standing before him for a thousand nights, he said softly: "The time of battle has not yet come. ”

Go ahead, put Dongyue on the werewolf's neck for a thousand nights and turn around and leave.

Somehow, just taking a few steps, the thousand nights suddenly felt a little unnatural, as if a pair of eyes were looking at him somewhere. He subconsciously swept around with his real vision and found only a few faint dark force reactions in the distance, a blazing scent that was supposed to be a werewolf warrior coming this way.

And that strand of feeling passed away and could never be captured again.

Without further delay, he quickly rushed out a few kilometres and placed a whole team of werewolf fighters before leaving.

As casualties increased, the wolves began to realize that the vast mountainous forest on which they were founded had become a natural hunting ground, except for this change in the role of prey and hunter, who suddenly emerged as a hunter, and the entire Viscount's werewolf as a prey.

Within Viscount Castle, Brudo was walking back and forth in the lobby, his throat roaring with anger, and a table and several chairs had been torn to pieces under his claws.

“A goddamn human being who dares to insult me like this and the toughest warrior in this land! ”

The werewolves in the lobby were all in fear, and no one dared to persuade the angry Viscount at this time. Only the human woman who was always sitting in the shadows said, "Brudo, calm down! You're not just a tough warrior, you're a wise leader. Anger doesn't solve the problem. ”

Her voice was mild, but the angry Viscount of the Werewolf overheard her, and he hit her nose several times in a row, finally pressing down his anger.

Brudo turned around, staring at the woman, and said word for word: "But he's challenging me, challenging our traditional werewolf hunting grounds! How can I not fight? ”

“As a warrior, you should go to war. But as a leader, you can't get into his trap. Were the glory of the werewolves used by the bloodlines before? Why are we being provoked by humans? ”

“What should I do?! ”

“Send the most elite warriors into the forest, kill him, or catch him. Since it's a human being, strength will be his weakest link. You have many warriors, don't be afraid of sacrifice, drag him down! ”

Brudo's face was gloomy and his nose was whistling as if he were burning hot air, but he began to think.

From the window in front of him, you can see hundreds of werewolf warriors gathering on a hilltop not far from here. A tall werewolf is standing in front of the crowd, waving his arms hard and yelling out loud.

The werewolf showed his primitive form, bright dark brown hair, taller and stronger than most werewolves present.

He deliberately revealed several huge scars on himself, roaring at the werewolf warriors below: "We are descendants of the gods of wolves, and every drop of blood in our veins is born to fight! Humans who are vile and insidiously weak serve only food! Now there's a man who dares provoke us, brothers! This is an opportunity to restore ancient glory and tradition. Come with me and grab him, tear him apart, put him on the table! ”

There is a bloodthirsty effect attached to the roar of the brown werewolves, which stimulates the werewolf warriors to start screaming with excitement and show up in the form of werewolves.

Brudo's face was gloomy. Brown-haired werewolves are his uncle and have always been fanatics of ancient glory.

The ancient glory was the most radical of the werewolves, advocating the restoration of the reign of the werewolf gods on the seven "holy places” of the mythical period, and the destruction of all the land blocks outside the glory of other gods.

They see humans not only as food, but also as inexistent enemies of blood. They also see demonic insidiousness, incomplete evolution of spider demons and, as for small races other than the four races, they are classified as bastards. In short, in the eyes of the ancient glorious, the world is all enemies. Even the werewolves of other factions could be classified as enemies.

Such radical ideas are difficult to accept in their entirety even by adhering to the tradition of Brudo. However, the more among the lower werewolves, the more supporters of the ancient glorious faction.

As the brown werewolves gradually stirred up the emotions of the young werewolves, Brudo couldn't bear to frown and tried to stop them.

His arm was suddenly pulled, and the woman walked up to him and looked out, softly: “Isn't that good? Sacrifice doesn't have to be on your head. ”

Brudo struggled in the heart and eventually failed to take the woman's hand away.

Hidden in the crown of an ancient tree, he watched the madly roaring brown werewolf at the top of the hill through a four-image sight. Although it is a little far away, the wild wind is just in this direction, the werewolves roar and pass through the mountains, intermittently drifting into the ears of thousands of nights.

“Humans... food is torn apart, eaten... werewolves! Will rule the world...”

Most of what the brown werewolves say is common language in the Dark Kingdom, and some of the most intense pronouncements are more wolf-like and should be the tribal language of the werewolves. But those words were repeated by the werewolves, and the thousand nights finally guessed a little meaning, showing a slightly cynical mockery, turns out to be the ancient glory.

He slowly pressed the trigger and the eagle broke through the sky with a unique sound and the brown werewolf fell down.

The thousands of nights jump to the top of the canopy, beat the eagle to the back, and then compare their middle fingers to those almost angry to boiling wolves, and jump into the forest and disappear.

Viscount Wolf stood in front of the window, shaking all over his body. The middle finger of Thousand Nights, it came for him. In the presence of so many warriors, he cannot retreat in any way.

Brudo pushed the woman firmly, leaped out the window, shouted in the air, and chased her down at an alarming rate.