Monarch of Evernight

Young werewolf warriors swelled in bloodshed and followed their leader into the forest.

Brudeau leaped through the forest like lightning, leaving the other werewolves far behind. Viscount Wolf doesn't care. As the most powerful warrior in the entire territory, he always thought he didn't need a guard at all.

Yet a few kilometres later, Brudoben had a heavy heart and a cloud.

The human being left without any smell, indicating that the other person was prepared to use drugs specifically directed at werewolves, a trick commonly used by the cunning human attack. It works well for ordinary fighters and will not do much before the Dark Wars, as the wars will soon detect anomalies in their sense of smell, thus tracing their origins.

Like now, even without scent guidance, Brudo can rely on that unusual intuition to keep up. But what puzzles him is why the other side openly provokes the other side when it comes to hiding. This is very different from the behaviour of ordinary people.

There is still no sign of a thousand nights ahead, and none of the werewolves behind can keep up. Though Brudo is sure to be in the right direction to chase himself, his mind is still getting more and more anxious.

The werewolves are king of the mountains, and only the bloodlines are able to keep pace with them for a short time. The opponent is just a district human, how come he hasn't caught up yet?

All of a sudden, Brudo rushed into an open space, and that young man stood in the middle of the open space, looking like he was waiting for him.

"You've come so slowly," he said lightly. ”

“Humanity, you are insulting the most powerful warrior on this land!” Threatening low roar in Brudo's throat.

A thousand nights laughing: “The most powerful warrior in the land? From now on, you're not. ”

Brudo was so angry that his bright hair stood, his hands reaching out with ten fingers and flashing cold claw blades. The sword has been lifted across the street for thousands of nights, with a sword stabbed flat in the chest.

The sword was not slow, but it caused Brudo to create an inescapable delusion. The Viscount roared, his claws waved and slapped him hard on the blade. Between moments, he felt like he hit a mountain peak.

Dongyue was still biased to the side, but Brudo's steel sheath was also torn apart.

Step forward for a thousand nights and drag Dongyue smoothly toward Brudo's waist.

With a bang, Brudo patted Dongyue open again, but this time his hands had a split back and bleeding dropped. The Viscount of the Wolf could hardly believe that the obscure sword could break his defense.

In the blink of an eye, Dongyue changed direction and cut it down again.

Brudo was no longer unreserved and fought with all his might.

In the true vision of the thousand nights, the Viscount of the Werewolf is vaporized with fierce dark forces. With each punch swinging out, there was an eruption like a burst of nuclear shell ejection chamber, and every claw was paddled, and there was an environmental force converging on his claw tip, enough to tear apart the tough armor.

Dongyue raised an arcuate sword curtain in the sky, without a specific gesture, seemed to wield his hands, quickly and lightly. However, only Brudo, who was facing the war, felt the pressure, and each sword seemed to push a mountain to the head.

The Viscount of the Wolf felt that his defense would always be cut off from the weakest loop, and with the thick power that the sword had wielded, he laid the earth like it was about to swallow everything. In Brudo's impression, even in the face of Count Stucker's mighty power, there is no sense of powerlessness that would plunge into the deep sea.

At a time when Brudo was increasingly struggling to resist, he took a few steps backwards, slowly lifting up Dongyue, from the Channel: "The last sword. ”

This sword is flat and doesn't seem to be the same as before. But Brudo's heart suddenly rose with a very strong sense of danger, the world seemed to shake for a moment, and the Viscount of the Wolf felt with great clarity that the dark forces that had given him strength from the earth in the past were trembling wildly.

Brudo's mid neck hairs were erected, and he roared and burst out all his strength unreservedly. The fierce dark force seemed to be lit, and the Viscount's body lit up with visible black fire.

At this time, the sword fell in one sword a thousand nights, the dark heavy sword seemed to break the void, and the blade was stained with a flawless light, which could not even describe its color.

Brudo is as thick as the dark defense of a second layer of armor collides with a faint sword, like an avalanche fragment. Viscount Werewolf flew out and fell to the ground. As he struggled to climb up, his thick armor suddenly split in the middle, and in the center of his body, there was an extra blood line.

Brudo looked down at the wound on his body and his hands trembled slightly. If the sword is heavier, it will cut his chest open completely. He slowly looked up and saw that Dongyue had been stuck on the ground for a thousand nights. He had an extra short gun in his hand and was facing himself.

“Shoot me.” Brudo was extraordinarily calm, he was not the first to be defeated, but his body was not as powerless as it is now, even if he was defeated by the Count. The sword just now not only broke Viscount Werewolf's protective force, but also temporarily broke ties with nature, making him feel particularly weak, and his proud resilience didn't work at all.

“I'm not asking for your body, I'm asking for submissiveness. I think this has been made quite clear in my previous letter to you. ”

Brudo's voice was low: “The werewolves will not surrender. ”

“Maybe if you saw this, you'd reconsider.” Throw away the crest of the peaks at night.

Brudo grabbed the sign of Shenzhen, his face changed slightly, he took it to the nose and sniffed it, his eyes flashed, and slowly said: "You should know that we werewolves following the path of our ancestors are not the same as the path of the peaks. Over the years, differences have grown, so I will not obey their orders. ”

“There are no orders from the peaks. Just so you know, me and the werewolves are not absolute enemies.” Speaking, I laughed for a thousand nights: “Of course, you and I can't be friends, but you can lead the people on my territory, just do your duty, just like you did to Stuka. ”

“This is our land!” Brudo growled.

A thousand nights of sneering, "Dead people have no land, and dead wolves have no nests. ”

Brudo's momentum slowly weakened, and suddenly he sniffed a few times in the direction of the thousand nights, his face changed dramatically, "Very annoying smell! I smell blood on you! ”

The Viscount of the Werewolf was agitated again and his eyes grew red.

"I am a human being. ”

Brudo stared skeptically at Thousand Nights, and at the same time was bewildered that blood-sucking bats seldom bit themselves as human beings, even if they were to plot.

“Isn't it the creed of your werewolves that power should be feared and obeyed?” Thousand Nights: “I replaced Stuka, gained his territory and had power. Unless you intend to fight for his death, or move. ”

That sounds plausible, in fact, even the Viscount of the Werewolves himself would agree to his rights as a victor if the thousand nights were not human beings but nobles of the Dark Race.

Brudo hesitated, “What good is my surrender? ”

“You can maintain your present state of life. I don't mind having a werewolf tribe living on my property, as long as I'm willing to do my duty of obedience. In addition, you may be able to live better, if you are willing to provide more services. ”

Brudo scrolled down his throat a few times and then calmed down and said, "I don't seem to have many choices. ”

“If it was me lying on the ground now, you'd have more options. ”

Brudo was silent for a moment and said, "I need time to think about it. ”

“Yes, but you only have one day. I hope you understand that if I win this fair and positive duel, I will not be afraid of you going back and assembling soldiers, let alone killing more werewolves. ”

Brudo nodded and slowly retreated into the forest.

A thousand nights later, he turned around and looked around, sitting on an ancient tree that was extraordinarily tall and plucked. Now that the parties have agreed on a time, the thousand nights will wait for 24 hours.

Thousand Nights is not very worried about Viscount Werewolf going back to gossip, Brudo under the fierce appearance, actually has a fine heart. Smart people often think a lot, which is a good thing. But because of so much thought, intelligent people tend to fear death, much less sacrifice unnecessarily. So all of a sudden, I'm starting to like smart people.

Anyway, there is still time. Thousand nights are ready to go to Qingfeng Mountain for a spin, while ‘visiting’ the elderly elders with sharp teeth. This time, more than a dozen totems were inserted into the Gateway Line, representing the small tribes in the territory of Brudo, but there were no totems belonging to the fangs, which may have explained the elderly chief's attitude.

Thousands of nights jump from the crown more than ten metres from the ground and fall directly into the forest below. Along the way, he grabbed a large transverse branch in front of him and shouted. The tree branch was broken, and the great fall had been translated into a flat flight at night, flying far away in the direction of Qingfeng Mountain.

At this point, the corner of the eye suddenly swept a little unusual. He shouted and instantly stood on a branch, taking out a large multiplier scope and looking in that direction.

In lens view, he never imagined it.

In that direction, a huge circle of moons is rising slowly, as if a clean land had been opened in the night. A woman is dancing in front of this magnificent and mysterious silver screen.

The light of the full moon blurred all the details, only the shadows were cut, but that's why it completely highlighted her amazing and perfect figure.

She's dancing wildly, full of primitive wildness. Her chest, her waist, her legs, were all trembling at incredible frequencies. Though the world was silent in the lens, the ears sounded like drums from ancient times.

She seemed to seek, she seemed to rejoice, she seemed to grieve, and all the most intense emotions were perfected by silent dancing.

Her limbs are at times incredibly soft and at times flexible and full of strength, and every time she waves her arms down, swings her waist, kicks her legs, and bounces her chest, it's a powerful drum tone that lets her heart beat at the same beat for a thousand nights.

After a moment of silence, he put away his scope, his right hand Dongyue, and his left hand Fantasy Mansia, and stood there and stopped moving, waiting for the mysterious woman to follow.

He knows that real trouble is coming.

Thousands of nights don't feel like you can see the sight with your hands up. This woman happens to attract her attention and appears right in the middle of the lens, which is an incredible special ability.

She was meant to be seen at night.

In front of this mysterious woman, fleeing is simply a search for a way to die, rather than settling into a war, perhaps with a chance to survive.

A thousand nights stood like that for a moment and nothing happened. When he couldn't help wondering if he had just hallucinated, he suddenly sounded a seductive voice with some breath.

“Are you waiting for me? ”