Monarch of Evernight

The blood teenager also saw a thousand nights, first a shock, then his eyes lit up, and he said: "Humans! ”

He quickly pulled out his short gun and aimed for thousands of nights. The teenager's movements were unnecessarily unpleasant, yet the thousand nights seen from the quasi-star were unusually distorted and blurred, and even his face was constantly hallucinating. He had never encountered such a sight, and at one stroke a bullet had struck his forehead.

Drop the phantom Manche Salvatore for a thousand nights and walk towards the corpse of a blood teenager. As the power of the Thousand Nights grows, Fantasy Mansia begins to show its power. Its attack power, though less than another bloody Mandolo, occasionally distorts a thousand nights of imagery while firing, allowing the enemy to misjudge and not target.

The blood teenager's face was also stunned and surprised, his eyes staring at the sky with total loss of signs of life. He is young, about fifteen or sixteen years old if converted to human age, but has the strength of a jazz, blood talent should be excellent.

Thousand Nights searched him carefully to find several blood-crystals, melee weapons and a very carefully wrapped little book with a bloody dagger on the cover of the book, remembering the dense numbness, several of which were also outlined with eye-catching red pens.

Thousands of nights have roughly looked at it, and the record is full of all kinds of military rewards. Some of the things that were hooked up were weapons, blood, and a seal, which seemed to be what teenagers wanted. However, a thousand nights of silent calculation of the required military merit, seems to kill five or six strong people of Zhao Yuxue level, roughly enough.

“It's crazy.” I couldn't help but feel the desire of a teenager higher than the sky. It seems that beneath the iron curtain, the madness is not just the beast, but the people in the two camps are even crazier.

But when you think about it, don't you think you're the same? He took the trophy into the mysterious space of Andoria and pulled out the teenager's blood-sucking fangs as evidence to continue his journey.

On the next journey, thousands of nights began to run into battle squads of the Dark Race. These battle squads vary in size and strength, but depending on their direction of travel, they are all rushing to human territory and obviously trying to hunt down human fighters for rewards.

Under the iron curtain, the vast earth is slowly turning into a battlefield.

Not interested in harvesting the battle squads below the jazz, he avoided, went deep and finally came to the black nest.

The name of the black nest is actually a black hillside nest. The nest is much smaller than the Earl's Castle in Stuka, but there are many more passages, and the owner of the nest is much more radical than the Earl.

At this moment, in and out of the dark nest, there is constant movement in and out of various forms of dark race, which has become a transit base for the perpetual night camp.

Seeing this scene, he dared not move lightly at night, and found a hiding place around him to lurk and wait patiently for the opportunity.

The Dark Races apparently did not expect to see ethnic infiltration around them, mostly in the midst of unrest and excitement before the war and killing, and the line of alert seemed a little loose. Their ideas are simple and effective, and the best defense in itself is the number of fighters gathered here.

For the next few days, the thousand nights have been lurking patiently, waiting for the moment. Courage in war is important, as is patience.

A few days later, figures of ethnic fighters appeared around the black nest. It was a team of more than a dozen adventurers, and the leader was a warlord. This group of people should have been killed from another direction, with skill and strength, so no wonder they can get in here.

But the adventurers were unlucky, and they might not have thought that a Viscount Castle had become a transit point for the Dark Warriors, and the alarm went off for a short while, spreading hundreds of fighters of all shapes from the Dark Nest into the wilderness.

At the top of a lonely peak, the night masqueraded itself as a stone, converging all the breath. This is a great view to keep the surrounding area at the bottom of your eyes. At this moment, he is witnessing a fierce chase.

That group of human adventurers has been fleeing the war all day. Their numbers have also dropped sharply from more than a dozen to five, and the strength of the group of adventurers as a whole is evident in the deaths and injuries of more than 50 fighters on the dark side who besieged them.

Thousands of nights are hesitating to help save this group of adventurers, and suddenly the sound of Soso is heard in his ear, and a blood fighter takes a giant sniper gun to the summit. He walked back and forth, picked a satisfactory position, mounted the sniper gun, and then sat down, pointing the gun at the human adventurer who had fled from afar, waiting patiently.

Seeing this situation at night was silent, the blood sniper was more than 10 meters away from him, perhaps because he was too focused, and did not find his presence at all.

Seeing the unusually prominent giant sniper gun in the hands of the blood fighter, his eyes suddenly lit up at night. Full of gorgeous lines, the gun is as luxurious as it can be, and you can't even tell at a glance what the decorations are or what the array of forces are. The barrel retains the primary colour of the material, with gold spots in the dark with star dots, like metal and non-metal.

More than ten meters is no more than a sprint distance, thoroughly exciting blood lurking at night, quietly waiting for opportunity.

The blood sniper started swinging the gun slightly, apparently already locking the target, focusing entirely on the aim lens, with almost no idea what was going on around him. At this moment, he read words, his fingers pulled the trigger, pressed it down a little bit, and saw the firing imminent.

Never hesitate again, jumping up, the deep red teeth in his hand stabbed him in the back of his heart until he had no handle!

The blood sniper was stiff all over his body, slowly turning his head and stunned. But he hasn't seen the thousand nights behind him, and the feeling of weakness is all over him.

Hold his soft body for a thousand nights and slowly place it on the ground before pulling out his deep red teeth for a moment.

This is a baron, just one step away from the Viscount. Thousand nights after the last drop of sperm blood entered the body, a sniper grabbed the gun.

He didn't look away, and the gorgeous sniper gun had the power to match it, it was specially designed and handcrafted by a master craftsman. Although it is still level 5, it has been stacked with a number of precise and ultra-long range force arrays, combined with a special bullet, and firing power is not far from level 6.

After a thousand nights of turning over the Baron of the Flippers, two boxes of titanium core snipers were found. The core of this sniper warhead is made of black titanium, which, while less powerful than an extinction bomb made of pure black titanium, is also pricey. Two boxes of titanium core bombs, wherever they may be, will be sufficient to return the two bombs.

Surely, there can be no poor people who can afford such sniper guns. The other pieces on the Baron of Blood are good, with over thirty rounds of different types of entities. The only deficiency in the United States is that most of these entities only have special effects on people.

But it is also well understood that the dark racial goal of coming to the bloodbath is to hunt humans and naturally bring targeted equipment, like purchasing a lot of silver blended bullets a thousand nights before coming out.

It's just that this blood war is a special situation, and there may be no shortage of disputes within the people. With this sniper gun and so many bullets, we're kind of looking forward to "bumping into" the Nangong family.

Quickly packed the body of the blood baron and left the mountain at night. A moment later, the surviving human adventurer ran under the foot of the mountain, completely unaware of escaping.

Until then, the next few blood fighters responsible for interception noticed something was wrong and rushed to the summit, but nothing was found except the body of the Blood Baron and some disguised traces left by the thousand nights.

In the blink of an eye, another night passed, and five human adventurers became three. They fled so desperately that they did not find that the team pursuing them was becoming smaller and smaller. A thousand nights dressed like ghosts behind a hunting team, they jump at each chance, slaughter one or several enemies, and disappear.

Thousands of nights have discovered that it seems that only the native monsters can detect their whereabouts, but of course they can also detect the Dark Race fighters. The perception and past indistinguishability of the dark side of the race, even due to a slight decline in the influence of the iron curtain, has given the mind a complete relief at night.

The only three remaining adventurers fled wildly, barely sleeping, and even eating was done on the run, which was just too much to catch up with. When they finally rushed out of the forest, they were stunned to find themselves at the end of a valley, three cliffs, with no way out.

“How did this happen? Aren't you able to tell the direction under any circumstances?” The battle will be gloomy, turning to another tall, lean companion.

The skinny man looked terribly ugly and said: “The iron curtain suppressed my ability so badly that I ran away unconsciously. ”

The war will look at him angrily and grunt, "Get ready to die! Climbing cliffs now is definitely a live target. ”

Several Dark Warriors emerged from the forest and slowly approached the three. The only woman in the three was pale and her knife-shaking hand kept shaking.

The war will be silent: “Qing, calm down, big deal is death. ”

“Me, maybe I don't have to die...” The woman muttered, her voice was so low that she could barely hear herself.

But the warrior's ears were so strong, his face was cold, and he coldly said: "It will only last a few more days in their hands, and it will still be used as food. ”

The woman's face was whiter and her knife grip stabilized, barely shaking.

At this point, the three men suddenly discovered that the Dark Warrior opposite behaved abnormally, moving slowly, staring at each other, and in an incorrect quantity, much less than expected. They went a long way, falling down, and the wounds in the back of their hearts began to bleed.

The thousand nights came out of the woods and looked at the three adventurers and said, “You are safe now, only temporarily. ”

The sudden change surprised and surprised the three of them, and the woman moaned and paralyzed directly to the ground, rubbing her past with the reaper, leaving her almost disillusioned. The other two were no better off, all with large and small wounds, and were nearly depleted.

"If you don't want to die, withdraw from the battlefield, rest and come back.” He pointed to the southwest side of the road, "and walked in this direction. After encountering a great river, he went downstream along the river, and soon he could reach the kingdom of mankind. ”

After a thousand nights, he leaned over and searched the Dark Warriors, putting away all the parts of them that could be used as proof of military merit.

The battle will say, "Thank you so much! So please go to hell! ”