Monarch of Evernight

Song Zining's face was overwhelmingly heavy when he sent everyone away and was alone. He knew very well that Xu Wang's heart was higher than heaven's. It must not be easy for the Nangong family to move, maybe someone else behind it, or for another reason. Either way, in the current situation, it is not a good thing.

Song Zining pondered for a long time, waving away his meditations and starting to prepare for war. There must have been more than one vicious battle. Commanding battles is not an area of excellence for thousands of nights, and Song Zining is prepared to shoulder it himself.

It's just, how long has that scourge been unheard of? Has something really happened? Thinking of the slightly blurred scene foreshadowed by the Three Thousand Floating Leaves, Song Zining's eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle together. It was an endless dark world, but only the spark of the earth was faint and the golden glow was extinguished, and the will persevered with difficulty and stubbornness.

Thousands of nights are passing through the black forest. He jumped more than ten meters from one big tree bullet to another, his feet were completely untouched, faster than in the past, but silent.

The Black Forest is actually not very broad, it is only a hundred kilometres square, and after its death, it loses its power to distort time and space, and soon walks to the margins at night.

In front of you is a volatile mountain area, with a magnificent mountain range in the distance and straight into the sky. Rivers stretch across the earth, with deep trench canyons and incredibly complex terrain. However, in the true vision of a thousand nights, the area is much more intense and pure and lively than elsewhere.

An energetic and vibrant environment almost invariably means easier practice and more resources are buried in the ground. And with this incredibly complex terrain, it's a natural battlefield.

Thousands of nights have no idea what this place is, and there is no place on the map of the war zone in memory that can be matched, most likely already deep into the heart of the Dark Frontier.

He looked up at the sky, and the iron curtain was still over his head, indicating that he was still in a bloody battlefield. But this means nothing, the coverage of the iron curtain is too large, and it is said that there has been a slight expansion in some directions since it was created.

Thousands of nights have chosen a direction to follow along the edge of the forest. Though he does not know where he is, it is not always wrong to be cautious at this moment, when he is mostly in the realm of the Dark Country, according to previous directions.

However, the situation in the area was quite calm, walking for half a day and witnessing only a few fights at night, unlike the fierce fighting in the Black River City region.

These battles were internal struggles of the Dark Race, quietly bypassing the battlefield and moving forward without the idea of participation. Soon after, at the end of his sight, a small, humble town emerged.

The town is small, the buildings are low and rugged, and it's a big colony. But the whole town had a prosperity that was not commensurate with its size, with people flowing through it and massive camps outside the town walls. Obviously, there were too many people coming to the town and there was no place to live, so simply camping in the open air.

Most of the movement in and out of small towns is of dark ethnicity, but strangely, there is also a lot of ethnic activity. At that time, a group of human fighters emerged from the distant hills and headed straight for the town. They are well equipped, neatly dressed and apparently a big family squad, not weak.

Under the iron curtain, this group of men and horses appear in the sight of the Dark Race, and it must be a battle for you to die and live. Yet the battle expected in the thousands of nights did not emerge, and the dark race in and out of the town only looked at them with caution and indifference, yet there was enthusiasm.

Eventually, the group entered the town unharmed, and then saw several people leave for a thousand nights, a face excited, as if it had paid off.

In this scenario, the tulip market with William comes to mind. Looks like this is a similar place. Instead of destroying the grey zone, the bloodshed has become more prosperous, which can only mean that the benefits here are greater than the benefits of the bloodshed.

In the thousands of nights, after finishing his clothes, he left the forest and rushed to the town. He decided to enter the town as a blood tribe and the deal was still second, mainly to see where he was now.

It is rare to appear unaccompanied like a thousand nights. Close to humans and dark races, they look at each other a little more and look at each other differently. The so-called security in the grey zone is only relative, and whether you come here or leave, you can't afford anything of value. True security, just on your own.

But whenever it is felt that attention is paid, it is cold to look back at the past, without showing any weakness. At this moment, the new Viscount, looking at the entire perpetual night camp, is also officially entering the upper society. Such a position of power, if weak, is strange.

The town is indeed mixed with fish dragons, and the tulip market was originally just two Viscount Dark Wars will sit in the town, and more than one Viscount will move around it, most of them after colliding with Thousand Nights of Sight, releasing the breath and leaving after demonstrating with each other. This is a fairly common way of greeting strangers in the perpetual night camp.

Two werewolf guards greeted them when they reached the gates of the town. Faced with the questioning of the two guards, they did not say anything for a thousand nights, only to release a little breath and the two werewolf guards were immediately deterred.

The werewolf guards looked in awe, took a step back, paid tribute, and then briefly introduced the rules of the town. It was nothing more than that there was no fighting in the town, calling outside the town, and so on.

Now that we're at the gray market, we're going to have a good look at it. The last time William and I went to a grey market, we switched to the black titanium bomb killer, which has played a decisive role in the subsequent wars.

Now coagulating the nucleus at night, you can hide your human identity perfectly. It's safer than the last time you had William's lead, what are you afraid of?

Walking into the gates of the town, the hustle and bustle swept in.

The town is very lively, the streets are full of people, and the crowds are comparable to the bustling commercial streets of Didu. Original houses on both sides of the street were converted into shops, owned by humans and of dark races. And very few fraudulent newcomers like the last grey market are seen here, and there is a constant risk of conflict. Everyone was busy, rushing in, negotiating deals, and then rushing off.

Trading takes place everywhere, all over the streets and alleys, people talking about business, people and werewolves hanging around, walking with each other, more exaggerated than the street view of Tulip Market.

Thousands of nights went by and came to a store. Obviously, this shop was originally an aboriginal residence, and a wall on the street was removed and turned into a shop. There are not many people in the small shops, and there are still a few people operating in the main.

Of interest to Thousand Nights is that dragon-like snake-like marking on the shop sign. The symbol of the Empire is Teng Snake, and any home logo that is somewhat similar to Teng Snake has something to do with the Empire. Although it is not clear whether this pattern is related to Tensor, there are also three similarities.

When he walked into the store for a thousand nights, a middle-aged man behind the counter didn't lift his head, and asked directly, "Race? ”

“Oh... blood family. ”

“The throne? ”

“This... new Third Viscount.” Thousands of nights have never seen such strange ways of doing business, deciding to be honest.

When he heard the Viscount, the middle-aged man finally looked up at the thousand nights and nodded with respect, which was all the courtesy.

Then he lowered his head, still in a cold tone: "Want to fight humans or other holy blood races? ”

Thousands of nights hesitated and said, "I have a revenge and blood family. ”

“Silver bullets, ten pieces of blood crystal each, one to kill the third Viscount is not an issue. If it doesn't feel good enough, I also have good goods from Song Valve Special, 15 pieces of blood crystal, only one, no price to pay. ”

Thousands of nights took a breath of cool air, and I didn't expect such a small store to have silver bullets for sale, and I could take out a special Song Valve model. Thought he had made an amazing noise in the Song Valley exam, harvesting three silver bullets, and then saving his life with them.

The middle-aged man did not wait for a thousand nights to respond. He looked up at him and spoke a little more indifferently. "If you don't have the money, there are also demonic silver bullets, mass-produced models, two pieces of blood crystal, as much as you want, five are for sale. If there's no money at all, then next, we don't do small business. ”

At this moment of the thousand nights, all the self-defense equipment was emptied, and the blood crystal black crystal and everything was picked up in the black forest. He stopped hesitating and took out twenty pieces of blood crystals and put them on the counter, saying, "Two silver bullets. ”

The middle-aged man had some accidents. After a deep look at the thousand nights, he turned around and walked back. After a moment, he came out and put an eyeless wooden box on the counter. Then he swept all the blood crystals into a rag pocket and put it away.

When I opened the wooden box for a thousand nights, there were really two silver-refining flares in it. Inside the box, which has a faint appearance, there is also an array of forces that can isolate the outside world to slow down the decay of the silver flare.

Thousands of nights are very satisfied, I want a few more, but unfortunately I don't have enough blood crystals left. And middle-aged men have started waving: “If you don't have the money, next! My time is precious! ”

Leaving the store, it was still a little hard to believe that two silver bullets could be exchanged. One more lap in the street, and a thousand nights of leftover blood crystals switched from a blood Viscount to several blood force grenades, finally satisfied.

Thousands of nights are more interested in this grey market, and there is no rush to leave. He turned a few laps, saw a shabby, but overcrowded bar, and squeezed in. Bars are always the best place to get news, no matter where you are.

Bars are crowded with little to no foothold and smells of tobacco, alcohol and perfume are everywhere. By the time the thousand nights came in, most people were already half-drunk.

The bar is a relaxing place, not to mention the grey market. Many women wear extremely exposed clothes, and some even wait for only a few cloth strips to circle around their bodies, revealing what should not be revealed. Among the four dark races, all three ethnic groups are human. The aesthetic view is surprisingly consistent. Only spider demons are heterogeneous.

However, such a crowded little bar, the spider demon couldn't get in at all, except for the one behind the bar. That's right, the owner of this little bar called End of the Day Twilight is a spider demon.