Monarch of Evernight

In the face of such a bold speech, the thousand nights finally fail to maintain a calm divine colour, stunned, “Now? ”

“Why not? ”

Thousands of nights are silent, half a dozen words said: “The environment here doesn't seem suitable...”

Twilight smiled funny, his hands squeezed his face for a thousand nights, and then stretched down, gently touching his chest, "Don't try, do you feel the force like the river in winter, all frozen? This is the effect of the icy blood, let alone you, Count Gardner, will never break free in this state. Unless... what else do you have... the secret? ”

Count Gardner? That is the highest rank in the Dark Race Earl Rank.

Thousands of nights drooling his eyes, his dawn force was indeed muddy, almost impossible to flow, ordinary blood gas sank deep in the heart unresponsive, purple blood gas retracted ability symbol to hibernate, can carry the original wings of dark gold blood gas only slightly slowed.

Yet Twilight's last whisper, which looked like a joke and seemed to be a test, cautioned the night, and his mind swept past a feeling of extreme danger. He almost immediately gave up trying to resist with pupils and remembered!

This woman, who always makes a thousand nights feel like she has known each other, is not a delusion. He saw her! When she left the lost world of Andoria, she was the first enemy she met after walking out the door of light.

At that time, the drop of blood given by Andiya to Thousand Nights had not completely failed. In the high-speed motion of the flickering void, Thousand Nights could not be sure if Twilight had seen his face. But the two people met in this way in this place, and no one would believe that there was no purpose behind it. The point is, what exactly does she want? And how much she knows.

Twilight was silent for a thousand nights and patted him gently in the face, "Be good, don't even think about it. I'll change my mind if I delay any longer. ”

“And then what? Will you let me go?” Thousand Nights Ask.

Twilight suddenly laughed and said happily, “Consider it! ”

“You just said you were going to give me my first hug...”

Twilight arms wrapped around his neck for a thousand nights, looking over his head, with a pair of obsidian eyes, crystal clear to see his image.

They looked at each other like this for a while.

Twilight rubbed his face with his cheek for a thousand nights. Almost all of his exhalation blew into his ear. "I don't like knowing nothing but a useless man with a bow to his head, it doesn't make any sense. I like strong, dangerous, exciting...”

She let go of her hands and took a few steps back, "It doesn't look like a good day. You're not strong enough right now, but you can have some more time. I'm looking forward to it. Don't make me wait too long. ”

Turning around for a thousand nights and staring at Twilight, this personality is highly polarized, the words and actions of a diverse woman, how credible they are, probably only she knows.

At least for a thousand nights, this woman really wanted to embrace him for the first time, but somehow she suddenly changed her mind. The reason for this, of course, will not be sudden goodwill.

Twilight jumped lightly, and his body glided a few meters in the air, standing on a large tree with a cross branch. She seemed to think of something, turning around, reaching for a thousand fingers at night, compared to the action of a firing force pistol, “Right! If you become my man, I don't mind helping Night Eyes once. ”

Night Eyes! I haven't heard the name for a long time, it was so suddenly mentioned, it instantly stirred up in the heart of a thousand nights, so that the face changed unusually.

Even the tiniest abnormality could not escape the twilight eyes, and suddenly she had a little more flavor in her smile that frightened her for a thousand nights. It's like the two of them have been covering the game in the next round, and the game has finally caught a glimpse of his cards at twilight.

“I'm leaving. Be strong, little man!” Twilight waved his hand forcefully, his figure was blurred, instantly appeared in the distance, a few more flashes, and there was no sign of him, giving him no chance to ask questions at all.

Standing silently at night, she withstood the urge to call her.

The appearance of twilight cast a strong shadow on the head of the thousand nights. This blood woman is far more powerful than Stuka, which is that Zhao Yuxue met her and won more and less.

Now recalling that she had stepped into the area of Twilight from the outset, unprepared at night, she could have ended the battle without a few moves if she hadn't wanted to take him down undamaged. The only choice for a thousand nights is to rely on dark gold and the power of the original wings, not to be completely controlled by the blood of the ice, so as not to let herself fall into her hands alive.

But why would a man of such power come after him when he is already a great nobleman in the lineage? Thousands of nights think of their secrets and take a deep breath.

If this blood woman was part of the original battle for the treasure of the Black Winged King, then perhaps some crises are not far off. But what does this have to do with Night Eyes? Listening to the meaning of Twilight, it seems that Night Eyes is also in some kind of danger.

Bang, a thousand nights punched on the ancient tree, the trunk that neither adult could hold together collapsed halfway, and his fingers cracked a deep mark, blood dropped into the earth.

Thousands of nights suddenly, even if he saw the crisis was within reach, he couldn't do anything now. The original sense of accomplishment of Voluptuous Brudeau was completely lost. He doesn't even know whether the impotence, complexity and confusion is due to his own destiny or to the situation of his night vision.

I don't know how long I stood. I took a long breath at night and headed towards Qingfeng Mountain. Whatever is about to happen, take the road in front of you and never give up a thousand nights, otherwise his life would have been suspended in that lighthouse town.

Beneath the Qingfeng Mountains, the Fengfang tribe still exists, but the entire colony is like an enemy. The wolves in the cabin all retreated into the cave and built a short wall at the waist of the hill, erecting several stone towers of arrows.

When a thousand nights of high-speed running appeared in view, a long wolf roared and hundreds of werewolf warriors rushed out of the cave to their battle positions and waited hard.

Ignoring the warriors for thousands of nights, they approached the short wall for dozens of meters before the prescription stood, sweeping a glimpse of the firing battlefield, coldly asking: “Where's the chief? How long does he want to wait? ”

The werewolves were suddenly disturbed, and many could not bear to roar. At this moment, however, there is a clear aura of fear that they instinctively fear from the powerful, the most violent werewolves, who dare not rush up.

The defensive line on the left suddenly split to both sides, and the elderly chief came out under the escort of several powerful werewolves. He waved, letting the people stay where they are, walking alone in front of the thousand nights, slowly saying, "Young and powerful humans, it doesn't seem to be the right way to appear. ”

“Dear Patriarch, it is not appropriate for you to take such a gesture. My patience is disappearing, now please give me an exact answer. ”

The elders looked gloomy, "Is this a threat to the Force-Tooth Tribe? ”

“I never threaten, I just state the facts. ”

“The Force-Tooth Tribe has 200 brave fighters, each ready to bleed. ”

A thousand nights of sneering, “You mean, want all the warriors to shed blood? ”

The elders suddenly suddenly became nitrogen.

“Before you make your decision, there is perhaps news that Brudo is ready to surrender. ”

“Terrible red release, Rudo?” Fighters with sharp teeth suddenly started a commotion.

They are also the inhabitants of the Viscount of the Werewolves, Brudo's horror, deeply embedded in the hearts of every werewolf. And such a terrible figure would actually submit to this young human being?!

Until then, when the werewolves were finally able to face the power of the thousand nights, they could not help but despise themselves a little, simply because they were human beings.

The old chief's face seemed to be much older for a moment, and he had no doubt about the truth or falsehood of the thousand nights' words, a message that could be verified by a little intrigue. Besides, the elders knew that Brudo had blocked the highway in front of them, but they were still here at night, which was enough to explain everything.

He looked back at the people behind him, the warriors were mostly blind, looking at their chiefs and guides, full of simple persuasion and waiting. The elder chief's gaze was slightly away, behind the defensive line, where children and women stood.

Eventually the elders retracted their gaze and looked at the bitter smile of the night: “It seems we have no other choice.” He slowly knelt down on one knee in front of the thousand nights and raised his sceptre, which represented the patriarchal identity, over his head, to the thousand nights.

Received the scepter for a thousand nights and returned it to the elder chief.

In the Dark kingdom, this simple ritual of submission symbolizes the process of allegiance and Lord's conferral of power. From this moment on, the Force-Tooth Tribes have been subordinates for thousands of nights, of course, under the rules of the Dark Kingdom.

“Take a few people and follow me to Qingfeng Mountain. ”

The elders hesitated, "That is the resting place of our ancestors. ”

"Hundreds of years ago, nothing was there. And now, if I hadn't kicked Stuka out, you wouldn't be there. ”

The elders sighed and called the two elders, as they climbed the Qingfeng Mountain for thousands of nights. Natural platforms at the top of the peak, as well as traces of the force array. And it was only one lap in the night, and walked toward the cave, which had been occupied by the blood.

The remaining blood tribes were concentrated in two storey stone halls outside, rushed to and from the night, and after resolving them, they did not continue to go deeper, and now there are only residual flaws to observe carefully.

The outermost stone hall was completely empty. Starting from the second floor, on both sides of the stone wall, an empty slot was cut out. Many empty slots were filled with thick cloth wrapped bones, and walked all the way to the middle of the night to discover that there were actually about hundreds of such bones.

It is the custom of the werewolves to preserve the bodies of the most important persons in the tribe and to place them in ancestral cemeteries. When most werewolves died, the bodies were thrown into the valley and returned to the earth.

The ancestral cemeteries of the Forteeth retain such a large number of bodies that it is clear that their history is longer than the thousand-night imagination and that perhaps the origins of the tribe date back to the Millennium War before they were relocated here. The blood tribes that occupied the area did not desecrate the bodies of their werewolf ancestors, and everything remained the way it was.

Standing in the cemetery of the ancestors of the werewolves, all of a sudden there is an indescribable strange feeling. The body, whether the force of dawn or blood, is hidden and restless, seems to be echoing something.

Thousands of nights' eyes rose in a faint blue color, looking around, and suddenly it appeared that the force here was much more intense than outside. Wired dark forces are constantly seeping through the walls of the cave, some of which are sucked into the bones of werewolves' ancestors.