Monarch of Evernight

At the bottom of the thousand nights, he moved quietly in the direction of the sound. At about three or four hundred meters from the sound source, he stopped approaching. He looked around and picked a tree and climbed up. When he slowly climbed to the top of the canopy, he slowly protruded his head at night. No wonder he was cautious, and that voice could be a trap.

Thousands of nights set in motion a real vision, and the fog gradually faded in sight, so that hundreds of meters away the contours of a dark racial makeshift camp were seen.

The camp's human shadow tower, with some tens of metres of fighters, is indeed a mixed army of spider demons, werewolves and bloodlines.

There aren't many spider demons, but there are seven or eight giant servants. This big, gray-green, slightly thick articulation guy is recognized by thousands of nights as a forest spider. It appears that the Dark Race took a lot of thought this time, using forest spiders as a vehicle to transport werewolves and blood fighters for raids.

But misty forests are not ordinary forests, and even though the will of the Vacant Beast has vanished, allowing ordinary warriors and spiders to penetrate into the forest, those matrices are enormous troubles.

And the longer they stay in the misty forest, which shields the perceived environment from natural intangible pressures, the more disturbing these servants appear. The sound heard just a thousand nights ago was caused by a servant spider who couldn't hold back the dryness and cut his limbs on the trunk of the tree.

A spider in the camp shouted and reprimanded before calming down his servants. At that time, a blood baron came over and spoke to the spider demon, and his face was full of worries. The blood baron looked up at the strange trees surrounding him, dozens of meters tall, against the oval crown, and the disconcerting god grew more and more intense.

He finally waved and drank: "Stop resting, start camping, let's get the hell out of here! ”

The Dark Warriors looked at the Baron of the Blood in dismay. After a difficult march, they had just laid down their camp for rest, and now they were almost indistinguishable from each other. Where can they go?

The blood baron suddenly had a heavy face and reached for a short gun in the waist. But before he pulled the gun out, his head blew up!

Immediately thereafter, crisp sounds like thunderbolts came from afar.

Between moments, all the Dark Warriors jumped from the ground, and the werewolves jumped quickly in the direction of the gunfire, or flexibly climbed the great tree in an attempt to find the enemy's trail. The only two spider demons circled behind the tree, whistling in their mouths, commanding the servants to form a barrier with their huge bodies. As for the blood fighters, alternately cover them and come this way for a thousand nights.

Thousands of nights had no intention of moving, and thunderbolts continued to roar in their hands, blasting one dark warrior after another into pieces. The tremendous power of thunder, even the Viscount can take a bullet, against these the highest, but the jazz guys are really a bit small.

Surviving blood and werewolf warriors rushed out 100 meters, but they searched every tree on the road and still found no sign of the enemy, standing still. Thundering's gunfire still kept ringing at a rhythmic rhythm, and each shot took a life.

For a while, neither the fierce surplus of werewolves nor the fierce blood clan understood where the enemy was hiding. In their impression, even mysterious and powerful demonic snipers can see more than a hundred meters in the misty forest.

But the sniper bombs were still firing from the heavy mist ahead, and no matter how they evaded displacement, one of their companions fell after each blast.

Faced with snipers over 200 meters in the misty forest, it's suicide. As the spider demons left behind in the camp fell, the remaining fighters suddenly discovered that more than six of them had been killed.

Some low-ranking fighters remain, surrounded by snipers across the street, who may also be killed backwards by the other side. They immediately fled without hesitation.

Seeing them each flee in different directions, they sighed in silence in their hearts for a thousand nights, put away their thunderbolts, pulled out their blood sucking blades, jumped from the crown and chased them one by one.

Even if the speed and range of sight of the thousand nights far exceeded those of the opponent, the rest were lost after seven or eight crushers were killed in a row. He abandoned his pursuit, returned to his place and briefly cleaned the battlefield, collected his military credentials, then erased the few traces he had left, and continued to dive deep into the misty forest. As for the corpses, it won't be long before they turn into nutrients for the entire forest.

Thousands of nights consciously chose the direction of the last werewolf warrior who disappeared into view and ran halfway, suddenly moving in his heart. Even with the loss of high-ranking fighters, this group of Dark Races is still quite old enough to deal with the failure situation, avoiding being knocked out by themselves, and it can be seen that they are all elites in the elite.

Such trained fighters, although not of very high rank, should not and should not be arbitrarily discarded cannon ash, perhaps mastering the location of one or two fixed bases. Think of it here, the speed is mentioned immediately, trying to distinguish the fading traces ahead, the environment of the misty forest is really special, that purple matrix can digest everything, after a period of time, no trace will be left.

Thousands of nights passed through the woods like leopards, rushing out more than ten kilometers, and suddenly he saw a werewolf warrior beneath a large tree in front, motionless.

A thousand nights of dark screaming was terrible. At first glance, the werewolf was indeed dead, his throat was blurred, and he didn't know what beast had torn him apart completely. What he's been tracking is this werewolf, and now he's dead here, and there's no time for another target, which means all the clues are broken.

The werewolves have just lost their lives and blood is still dripping, winding down to the ground and flowing red. Blood-stimulated, the surrounding purple matrix is peristaltic, slowly rising, climbing on the hands and feet of the werewolf, it won't take long to cover the body of the werewolf, and then digest it thoroughly. Even the hardest metal is only a matter of time.

Bad luck at night, take two steps to the left, leave those purple matrices that creep like creatures, and look up to the surroundings. He got there fast, but he didn't hear anybody moving within hundreds of meters, and the guy who ripped the werewolf's throat was probably hiding nearby.

At this moment, the mist suddenly burst behind the thousand nights, a grey shadow jumped out of the mist, lightning gushed towards the thousand nights, as if it were just a wild wind.

Slight side of your body for a thousand nights, with your left arm lying in front of you, blocking the grey shadow. The gray shadow was extremely harsh, biting him in the arm. A thousand nights of shock, the bite from the arms is amazing. He was wearing iron walls and armor on his arm, but he was already squeaking. If it weren't for running the force at a thousand nights stands, the armor might have deformed directly.

The gray shadow is a wolf-like beast with extremely long limbs, dark gray all over and below, and blends well into the environment of the misty forest. Its bite power is sufficient to leave a toothmark on the hard alloy and ordinary steel bars can be bitten off. No wonder the senior werewolf warrior, famous for his strength, had no resistance and was slashed in the throat.

Just biting the steel rod doesn't mean you can move your arm for a thousand nights. With the physique of the upper-blood in the thousands of nights, combined with the force defense, there is no armor, which is probably just a broken skin.

However, in the thousands of night impressions, the last time we crossed the Misty Forest and entered the labyrinth of the cave, it seemed that we had never seen such beasts. It's faster, more dangerous, more hidden, and more lethal. With its bite, I'm afraid none of the spider demons below the Viscount can resist. If such beasts had appeared on a large scale in the last battle, there would have been more deaths and injuries at night and on the Imperial side.

Reach out your right hand for a thousand nights to accurately grab its back neck and squeeze the neck bone completely as soon as it is twisted. But the beast's vitality was extraordinarily tenacious, and the power to bite the arm of the thousand nights did not relax until its skull was completely shattered.

After looking at two rows of deep toothmarks on the armrest, the beast was named Shadow Dog for a thousand nights. He pulled out the blood sucking blade and stabbed the shadow dog into his body, suddenly flowing into his body with an unusually cold breath of blood.

This sperm blood is full of energy, though small in quantity, but it is in quality straight after the sperm blood of the Dark Viscount. It's just that the cold breath in the sperm blood is some kind of poison, and if it is taken by ordinary blood, it will immediately cause a major illness. Thousands of nights are unaffected, he has Song's ancient rolls in his body, with Xuan shred full of dark forces of blood, Ben is a process to remove impurities.

Throw the shadow dog's body on the ground at night and watch as the purple matrix slowly devours it, overshadowing the heavy shadow.

The Shadow Dog is only a knight if it is classified in the rank of Force, but in a foggy forest environment, combined strength is comparable to that of a werewolf baron, with sperm blood equivalent to jazz. In other words, it has far superior combat power.

If the native beasts in the central cave were to undergo such a change, the battle would become more difficult than expected.

Moving forward for a long time, he suddenly stopped and knocked on the tree next to him. The vibration continues to pass away and also outlines a gradually clearer image in the perception of a thousand nights. Within the canopy of a tree, there is a strange and rapid vibration, like many hearts beating wildly.

Jump to the top of the tree for a thousand nights and scratch with a blood-sucking blade and cut the skin of the crown. In that lattice, like a hive, there's actually a life, and they're still just embryonic shapes, but the heart is fully developed, especially visibly compared to an unformed body.

The problem is that these embryos know at first glance that they belong to different races, some of them strange and deadly dwarves, some of them beasts similar to shadow dogs, some of them look like chrysanthemums, and they don't know what happens when a cocoon breaks out.

This strange sight makes it impossible to resist a breath of cool air for thousands of nights. One of my men couldn't help but sink in and pull a sharp blood-sucking blade out a bigger, deeper wound on the tree crown.

The tree below seems to be in pain, and there is an amazing scream! The sound spread far away, and the effusion in the canopy began to boil, and only half of the embryos developed to dissolve and decay, and a stench swept up in the air.

Thousands of nights only felt slightly dizzy, the smell was actually very toxic, good for the blood flow of burning gold in his body, instantly de-toxification.

Dozens of nearby giant trees trembled like a response to this big tree's call, sending an unintelligible whistle.

In the true vision of a thousand nights, massive amounts of energy are constantly feeding into the canopy, where dozens of energy fluctuations are rapidly increasing, capturing a fiction and rapidly solidifying, and it is clear that those terrible creatures that grow in the canopy are ready to burst out of cocoons.