Monarch of Evernight

Chapter 520: Indigenous

Count Spiderdemon looked at Li Fenlan and looked at the sword in his hand. For a moment, he didn't know which was worse.

Count Spiderdemon barely used the remaining dark force to make a half spider's body, hissing his voice and asking, "You, who are you? ”

“All you have to do is remember Lord Ran. ”

Count Spiderdemon pondered bitterly, but I can't remember who exactly is the holy one, “Master Ran? Why didn't I know the Empire was out of your number one character? ”

Li Fenlan smiled faintly and lit up the surrounding mountains in a flash of light. He caressed the blade in his hand and said, "It's very simple. Anyone who hears my name is dead. Now, so are you. ”

The voice was still in his ear, and Count Spiderdemon saw only a glint of blue light in Lee Manlan's hand. At once, he lost all consciousness of his body and a head flew high. And the body of the spider is strong flesh and strong defense, fragile as a sheet of paper in front of that crystal sword.

At the end of his stay, he rarely heard the son of Lan say: “You are a strong man of the county rank, able to die under my ‘cold moon cage sand', barely without my sword. ”

Lee Man-lan didn't even look at what Count Spider-Man had left behind. Obviously, he was too lazy to pick it up. He fell into the sheath of his sword, slowly turning around, looking in the direction of the longevity, his eyes lit up with a sense of war, “This is also kind of interesting! ”

He walked away, seemingly slowly and quickly, disappearing into the fog.

Graduating to the forest centre, heroes from all directions converged, and collisions with each other began to increase.

Thousands of nights did not rush into the forest centre, he wandered around for a few days, watched the strong men from the two camps, and did not deliberately hunt down the dark race, but rather focused on hunting the local herd, quickly killing two complete herds.

These local beasts have an unusually abundant amount of fine blood, and with these additions, the thousand nights have finally succeeded in lighting the second feather of the original wing completely. Now the original wing, with one feather on each wing, is much more inspiring, and the overall appearance is no longer as illusory as it used to be, but rather has a certain sense of substance.

Though only the original gun can be fired at the current force level at a thousand nights, after a rest day, a second shot can be fired, which greatly increases hope for survival even in the face of an unexpectedly strong enemy.

It was only a thousand nights before we were ready to march towards the middle of the forest. The forest at this moment is quiet, only the sound of the purple matrix creeping. Walking by the trees one night after another, nothing happened.

To come to this moment, it is possible to discover that the powerful of the thousand nights have already entered the central region.

But just a few hundred meters away, his eyes were passing through the scope, watching silently for thousands of nights until he came out of sight.

Night's eye put away the sniper gun and said to Aiden, "Nothing. Let's go. ”

Aiden nodded, “It's almost time, we should get into the central area. ”

Night's Eyes pack your gear and get up and follow Aiden.

Not far away, just outside the sight of two people, leaning on a tree for a thousand nights with their heads slightly raised, as if thinking about something. But his eyes looked at him, and that was exactly where his eyes left off.

Until the night eyes went far, the night sighed a little lonely and continued to walk towards the center of the forest.

Where the skeletons of the Vacant Beast are situated are the battlefields chosen by the strong without agreement. The remnants of the giant beast are the strongest here, as is the repression to which everyone is subjected. Stronger repression also means that the gap between genius and ordinary people is widened, and the hierarchical gap is less important.

So of those who have a higher heart than the sky, this is the place to test the color of genius, the less powerful, not even qualified to enter. Fighting in such places is like dancing on a blade, carelessly, either dead or crushed by the will of a giant beast, igniting a whole body of force and burning to ashes.

A thousand nights went on for another whole day before finally crossing the forest and entering the heart, where the remains of the giant beasts are located. Stepping out of the forest, he couldn't help but stay at night. What appeared in front of him was a magnificent mountain range, stretching far.

Though a long journey had already led to psychological preparation, the moment came nearby to discover that no word could really describe the shock of seeing the whole skeleton of a giant beast.

As soon as he walked out of the forest, the perception of the thousand nights returned to normal. The sudden expansion of the field of vision made him feel uncomfortable, so it was not easy to adjust.

The fluctuating mountain ranges filled the entire field of vision, giving the illusion that it was standing on a land block that was the only mountain, and that was actually just a spine of a void giant beast.

The mountains are filled with holes, big and small, and it looks like they have a maze of layout. A thousand nights later saw shadows of great and small size flashing through some of the holes, some of which were obviously gray-skinned dwarves that had been seen in the forest. This little guy, though small in shape, is extremely dangerous, and that poisonous wooden spear alone gives you enough headaches.

Other biological forms vary, some are hard to understand from dwarves, some are even hunting and hunting weird dwarves, and it can be seen that they can never be dealt with.

Once lost, the sensation of the ancient essence of the Vacant Beast reappeared, and the sense of evocation of the essence of life became stronger.

The extraordinary sight of the thousand nights restored its normal distance, and he looked away, and within sight, he could see a number of horses. These people, who are divided into two main camps, are in a peculiar balance, living in peace with each other, and some are even camped there, apparently for a short period of time.

After a thousand nights of reflection, he walked towards several powerful men on the side of the nearby empire. Most of these men are Class XII and III warlords, and they are happy to see them a thousand nights later. In this dangerous and strange environment, the powerful men of the Dark Race are not far away, and every additional person on the imperial side is a power.

There were four men in the camp, headed by two Kong warriors and two small and medium-sized warriors. Walk a thousand nights to dozens of meters and stop. That is the safe distance the war will take before both sides can identify themselves.

The elderly warrior of the Confucius family will see the crest of the Swallow Cloud Iron Rider on his Thousand Nights samurai uniform. He weighs the heavier sword on his back like an iron, and suddenly he shows shock. “The Thousand Nights Son of Zhao Valve? ”

After nodding his head for a thousand nights, several warriors will soon be happy and close to each other. In places like this, these characters play a far superior battle force. Although the Kongjia and Zhao Valve have also had friction under the iron curtain, it is of course even more important to join hands against the enemy in a vicious place.

After a thousand nights of learning from them about some of the other Empire Powers who arrived in these days, he asked, "Why are you all stopping here? Why don't you go inside? ”

The Kung family will laugh bitterly: “You must have sensations, the ancient essence fragments are inside. But see those holes? Inside the whole hill is a melting hole, a natural labyrinth, just because the terrain is inconvenient, the weird indigenous people who live there are amazing and infinite. ”

“The first day we got here, we tried to get in and check it out. It turned out to be surrounded by all kinds of beasts and wildlings without going very far. The battle lasted all day and night. I didn't know how many were killed, but the number of them was never less! In the end, we had to rush out so hard that we could escape a life. But our two colleagues, they've been there forever. ”

Thousands of nights turned to throw a glance at the cave, felt a sudden glimpse, the strength of the Confucius strong is not low, can make them difficult to walk, and the danger of falling two people can be seen in the mountain belly.

Another suddenly said, "In these days, we have seen from time to time tribes of beasts or gray skinned dwarves entering the mountain belly, not like they usually live in caves, are they attracted to ancient essences? ”

A few people actually had this question a long time ago, when it was said, every face was a little ugly. If this speculation is true, it means wanting to seize the ancient essence, for fear of fighting endless indigenous life.

Beyond that, the strong on the everlasting side of the night is not set.

The situation is worse than expected at a thousand nights.

Another battle of the Confucius family will laugh bitterly: “Most of the people who set up camp outside have suffered in the mountain belly. Later he was reminded not to rush in. Now that both sides are stuck here, they are actually waiting for the people behind them, and when there are enough people to enter together, either side, it can always relieve some of the pressure on the local indigenous people. ”

Nodded a thousand nights, which is a good way to go.

The next thousand nights he stayed in the temporary camp for four, wrapped himself in a tactical cape, sat in the corner of the camp, closed his eyes and waited quietly.

One day and one night, several times a thousand nights have felt conscious sweeping through the camp, that is, there will be eternal nights and the strong of the Empire. A thousand nights converged and did not respond to the consciousness of exploration. Those consciousnesses were swept away, obviously just checking for the truth, no hostility for the time being.

Local indigenous pressures are currently being tacitly halted by both camps. When you really see the ancient essence fragments, it's time to kill you when I live.

For example, two more days later, each of the two camps gathered a strong force. Far away, a spider demon marquis of everlasting nights stood up and walked towards the mountains where the skeletons of the giant beasts were transformed.

He was like the first Domino card, and in the blink of an eye the chain reacted, and the strong of the two camps stood together, or slowly began to walk towards the mountains.

Thousand nights pressed down a little irritability in his heart, he encountered several Zhao Valve fighters these two days, but besides the two warlords, the fighters could not stay near this mountain for long, only to stay away from waiting for follow-up news, yet they had no news of Zhao Jundu.

Take a deep breath for a thousand nights, get rid of all the clutter in your mind, adjust your body to its optimal state, and then stand up, still wrapped in a cape, walking towards the mountains without any illness. Without leading or falling behind, he picked a hole that looked quieter and walked into the mountain belly.

The whole hill was boiling at once, not knowing how many battles had erupted simultaneously. The pressure from indigenous peoples has certainly been reduced by the simultaneous efforts of many powerful people.

Only three or five creatures, like hairless hounds, were in that cave at the end of the night, also wearing dark grey wrinkles. At the end of the cave bend, two more grey dogs were leaving, saw the thousand nights, and came back barking.