Monarch of Evernight

They all appeared in the form of werewolf combat, with a strong aura, and the first werewolf was more age-old. The most striking feature of these werewolves is that they have a silver bristle in the center of their back.

Somehow, the purple blood gas in the thousand nights, along with the whole ability symbol, suddenly vibrated vigorously, and the feeling seemed to meet the cheer of the feast. Thousands of nights felt the long-barred blood boil.

A werewolf sniffed hard and his eyes suddenly turned red, yelling: “He smells like blood on him! ”

The other werewolves shall be at peace, and they shall keep yelling.

“Exactly! ”

“That's the smell! And, a little like that woman! ”

“Eat him! ”

Raising his hand for the first werewolf, he stopped the roar of the werewolves, staring at the thousand nights, and asked: "This is the battlefield of our silver-backed tribe. How dare a stinking vampire come in? ”

“Silver back? I hear the Silver Back tribe is about to be wiped out by Nana. ”

The words of the thousand nights suddenly provoked the anger of all the werewolves, shouted heavenly for the first werewolf, waved the battle axe in his hand, and beheaded the thousand nights!

A hidden wave suddenly appeared around the thousand nights, and all the werewolves felt unspeakable pressure on them at the same time, as if they had an extra mountain on their backs. This is a real pressure. Halfway through the head of the werewolf's battle axe, he stopped in the air and had to fight the heavy pressure with all his might and could no longer be cut.

All the same, the other silver-backed werewolves were even worse off, their skeletons rattling and suddenly crushed by heavy pressure, falling on the ground one by one and their bodies not shaped.

Draw out the blood sucking blade at night, stab the werewolf's heart in front of it, and pull it out momentarily. The silver-backed werewolf lost his fine blood and fell to the ground. His crunchy bones kept ringing and his eyes flattened.

A thousand nights slowly harvested the Force and shook his head, which was the prototype of his field. But a thousand nights can only unleash the power of repression in the infinite depths of the sea, but it is difficult to control the power. Just like in front of you, the result was an inadvertent shock to the death of all the silver-backed werewolf warriors.

This is an area derived from the Tai Xuan soldier's knack, and the first step is to barely reveal the infinite depth of sea equipment, which is almost beyond his control. Thousand Nights estimates that if a swirl were truly formed, the power of repression would tear itself apart first.

Put away the blood-sucking blade for a thousand nights and keep going. Shortly before walking, a young man with silver hair and blue eyes appeared in front. He was born extremely tall, naked, perfectly fit and full of explosive power.

The young man raised his head and looked at the thousand nights from a top-down angle, pointing to his chest, and said: "Zaral, one of the ten great silver warriors of the tribe. Did you just kill my people? ”

Looking at this Third Viscount of the Young Werewolf, who wrote pride and bravery equally clearly on his face, he wondered how he should react at night.

Perhaps in a large, long-established Lycan tribe like Silver Back, his ability to become a third Viscount at this age is truly remarkable, and he has the confidence to defeat his peers. A thousand nights is only a third class Viscount, and Zarard dares to come alone to challenge, which is exactly what a true warrior does.

It's just that this bravery and pride in front of a thousand nights turns into a foolishness that can't be judged.

Thousands of nights in the Middle East, Yue did not come out of the sheath, just a distant finger, and a hidden wave of sea immediately appeared around Zaral. Between moments, Zarar felt a whole sheet of deep sea pressure on him, and the heavy pressure made his legs squeak.

Zarar's body swung slightly and his fur flew steadily. However, his whole body was trembling and he had obviously done all he could. But the brave werewolf warrior roared unyieldingly, burning with a fierce dark force, trying not only to fight each other, but also to unleash a chance to fight back.

But the thousand nights did not give him time, just one step in front of Zaral, Dongyue patted him on the shoulder, when the sword came down, a crack of bone sounded, Zaral shouted, can no longer hold on, knees soft, kneeling on the ground. Thousands of nights, the blood sucking blade has penetrated Zaral's rear heart.

A moment later, a thousand nights later, he pulled out his blood-sucking blade and continued his journey. The formerly brave Silver Back fighters soon became a dead bone on the battlefield.

Thousands of nights cross the ridge, through the forest, and leap over the river. When he stepped onto a woodland meadow, he suddenly mumbled under his feet. Thousand nights took a step back and looked down and found a strange spider underneath his feet that was dark green, had a child's fist size and had been trampled.

Stop for a thousand nights and look around and see the myriad green spiders around you sometime. They crawl fast in the grass, pouring like a tide into a thousand nights.

Prairie Wolfspider!

They are highly toxic and aggressive, some naturally growing in the wilderness, but more often as servants. There are tens of thousands of grassland werewolves all over the grassland at this moment, and many more are still gushing out of the forest. If it bites you, the toxicity is that high-ranking warriors can also find it tricky.

But dealing with a thousand nights with a werewolf spider was a mistake. His heart moved and a bloody ripple, almost invisible to his eyes, swung away, his foot spread out dozens of meters before disappearing. All the wolf spiders in this range were staring at the sky, and his feet were beaten a few times before he died.

Thousands of nights went on to the woods at the end of the grass, and when the succeeding wolf spider rushed into front of him, another bloody ripple flashed, and the surrounding wolf spider swept away again.

There was a roar in the woods: "Are you of blood? Then why slaughter our warriors? ”

A giant spider demon emerged from the woods, with a human upper body and a spider torso, even bigger than Brahms, whom he had seen at the beginning of the thousand nights. He had a giant axe in his right hand, which must have exceeded a thousand nights' height, and a pipe machine gun-style force gun in his left. The power of his horror can be seen from these two immense weapons alone.

Next to the spider demon, he followed more than a dozen giant servants, all of whom looked like levels seven and eight. Together with the infinite number of small and large cobwebs, this is also a powerful force on the battlefield of blood.

“I'm in Badenburg today...” Spider-Man said only half the time.

One jump a thousand nights, appeared in front of the spider demon, Dongyue head down!

Badenburg instinctively swept with a force pipe machine gun, but all the rainy force bullets passed under the feet of a thousand nights. When Dongyue fell, he roared and raised his battle axe, waving towards Dongyue.

However, in the crackling crackling sound, the spider demon was smashed by Dongyue with a battle axe.

Thousands of nights around the sea waves reappeared, all the servants that were pounding were pressed to the ground, and the weaker servants were directly killed by the forces of the sea. Large and small spiders explode into mass meat pulp.

Swim around a thousand nights, stabbing the remaining servants with a blood-sucking blade, and finally insert them into the spider's Badenburg hub.

A moment later, a thousand nights passed through the forest to the valley at the other end, continuing along a predetermined route.

Over the next few days, a thousand nights of interception, Viscount of the Spider, Thornton, Ranbir of the ancient clan of blood, Doug, and even the young Jun Prince of the family of the monstrous Menjerushen, a name that means power and power in the dark kingdom, can even be frightening.

But they are now turned into a thousand nights of military service, and nothing prevents him from making progress. From the beginning to the end, Dongyue didn't even have a chance to fully sheath out. When the power of the sea came out for thousands of nights, it was impenetrable, occasionally encountering a powerful opponent, Dongyue smashed down, and also formed meat sauce.

If walking for a few days, no sign of blank photographs was found in the thousands of nights, but most of the war zone A and III had been swept. Now, standing in front of a castle of blood, for the first time in a thousand nights, you face a choice, a detour, or a straight walk.

It is a castle with a gorgeous appearance and slightly underdefended, perhaps because it is the heart of the Dark Frontier, surrounded by complex terrain and difficult for the army to reach, so it neglects to reload the city defense.

At this moment, the castle's exterior walls are flying several long flags, revealing a wide variety of gorgeous and complex patterns as the mountain breeze blows through. One of the largest and highest flags, the blooming purple Mandolo, declares that the castle is now dominated by the Monroe clan, the second largest of the Twelve Ancient clans.

And the titles that the flags represent mean that at least hundreds of high-ranking Dark Warriors are stationed in the castle and its territory, as well as those who are stronger than the number of flags. The castle is surrounded by hundreds of kilometres of radiation control.

This is right in front of the route booked for Thousand Nights, and if you want to circumvent it, you have to take a big circle. Not too long after a thousand nights, he looked up at the lead gray sky above his head and walked straight to the castle.

In the castle lobby, a handsome, blood-blooded young man sits high on the throne, with indescribable arrogance on his face, overlooking the entire lobby. There are platoons of fighters in the lobby, predominantly of descent, but other races also make up nearly half. There is no shortage of strong men with titles in the front row, even a few more powerful than the youth of the blood on the throne.

Although not the most powerful in the lobby, the young man of the blood, who is a second-class Viscount, remains extremely arrogant and has no respect for the powerful who stand below him, including a first-class Viscount who is also a Monroe.

He was roaring angrily at the moment, his voice echoing throughout the lobby and even coming out of the castle's corridor.

“A bunch of junk! There are so many fighters, but they can't stop humans in a district. Instead, so many people are killed. How many more men do you have to send to kill him? Is ten Viscounts enough? Twenty? Are you ashamed to say that there is holy blood in your body? ”

“It's nothing more than a level 10 human being, and it's the equivalent of a third class of Viscount among you! Can't even kill a 3rd Viscount. Is this the strong man of the Holy Blood? Genius?”

“How much remains of the face of my Menlo clan? How much more?! ”

The roar echoed, and the blood youth became more and more excited, even pointing their fingers at the strong under the throne, one by one, scolding them.

Within the Dark Race, order is just another manifestation of power, and those who are strong have grown out of brutal struggles, many of which are fierce and fierce. Many people now change their faces, and look at the young people of the bloodline with more brutal taste of blood.

However, when their eyes fell on the striking purple Mandolo logo on the chest of the black dress of the blood youth, they all converged and lowered their heads.