Monarch of Evernight

The blood count next to him had passed on the order and returned to the old man. He glanced at the image and was slightly surprised, "Isn't this the white bump of Changping White? She knew you were here. How dare she? ”

The elderly of the bloodline squeezed out a chipmunk smile, "For these little guys, I'm afraid it's just a name written in historical records, after all, one of the few humans I've ever dealt with is still alive. ”

The Earl of the Blood sneered, "People are the short-lived species, and dare to fight against our Holy Blood! ”

The elderly of the bloodline seemed to think of something, and came up with a god for a moment, and said, “Humanity, a strange race, such a brief life, not even enough for our young children to grow up, their strongest possesses no less power than ours. Why does eternal darkness allow such a presence? I still don't get it. ”

The old man said with emotion, "Don't say it's me, the high princes, or even Her Majesty, I'm afraid you haven't figured out their mysteries. ”

The Earl had obviously never heard anything like it, and when the next thing I knew, I lost my voice: “How is that possible? ”

The old man laughed, not paying attention to the Count's disrespectful words. He looked at the white bumps in the image and said slowly: “Although she is a little guy, she is already very powerful. On this desert Gobi, even if I did, she wouldn't necessarily escape, and there must be some good things in Changping Bai's generation's best descendants that will save her life. ”

The Count said profoundly, "If she can't resist Russell, how can she escape you? ”

The old man laughed and said, "Russell for white bumps? It's a good deal, no matter what you think. ”

The look on the Count's face suddenly solidified, and the divine color gradually grew a little pale. The old man understood what he was saying, but the tone of response made him chill.

The old man suddenly sighed and said, "But I won't trade Russell, and I won't trade you. ”

The Count was somewhat overwhelmed and then seemed very unexpected, silent, and finally only bowed deeply to the old man.

The old man reaches out and moves the image, constantly switching parts of the battlefield.

At this moment in the lower fortress, Russell has received an order to converge the field, erect a giant shield, and slowly retreat. Behind him, thousands of Dark Warriors were driven to the line of defense of the Special Death Impact White Valve, with many Dark Warriors falling every minute and every second.

White Valve fighters work in fortresses, and although casualties are relatively small, they also lose a little blood. The already fragile line of defense is even more stormy. If it had not been for the large number of dark armies, the fortress would have been besieged and there would have been no way back, such casualties would have broken morale.

During the retreat, Russell's defensive focus was on the Thousand Nights, only a little attention was given to the blank lights, and the other White Valve fighters were not in his eyes.

There is no pursuit of the thousand nights, the blood Count's rank and defense are above him, there is also blood of burning gold, the burst force and endurance far more than the same blood family, if you continue to fight, even counting the White Valve's fire support, it is still a long glue situation. Counting the thousands of nights Dongyue has cut it many times, leaving only a few marks on each other's gigantic shield, at least not the possibility of smashing it in front of him.

When Russell returned to the Dark Front, a white warlord approached him in a hurry and briefly talked to him for a thousand nights, then he turned around and plunged into the Dark Army, where the blood surged. With his addition, the defensive line stabilized.

In that dark cabin, the white bumps had stood up, fists clenched, and flickering eyes seemed to penetrate the wall, staring closely into Russell's direction of departure. Eventually, however, she left Russell to return to the Dark Front.

She had a hidden feeling that there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at herself, and once she did, the presence would do the same. Until now, the White Bump has remained static here. She is the highest strength of this fortress in the White Valve, and the sharp breeder is waiting for the commander on the Blood Battleship.

The battle of the strong is the decisive end of the battlefield.

White bump fist clenched and let go, let go and hold tight, finally sat back on the wooden chair, eyes slowly dripping. She has to wait, she has to wait.

Fighting along the fortress walls continues, blood has gathered into countless streams, climbing gravel floors, more and more fighters have fallen and bodies have begun to pile up.

Thousands of nights have not remembered how many lives they have harvested. It has been like an arm that has made the fingers of Dongyue get heavier and heavier, waving and harder. More often than not, he plunged Dongyue into the ground and instead killed the Dark Warrior with a blood-sucking blade. Dongyue will only be used in the thousands of nights if powerful opponents are encountered.

A werewolf jumped high, fitting into the body of a thousand nights, and the huge impact directly knocked him down. One wolf rolled a few laps on the ground, pushed the werewolf away from him at night and stood up.

When the werewolf came one arm away, the blood sucking blade pierced his heart. As for the huge body of the werewolf during the rollover on the ground, he was also blocked from several shootings from the Dark Front.

It's just that the blood splattered by werewolves sprayed all night long and the sight was completely covered in red. The face was scrubbed hard at night, and the surrounding area became clear again.

Unconsciously, there are only three white valve fighters left fighting nearby. When he first joined the front, there was a reinforcement company here.

A burning metal frame fell and took a step backwards at night. But something kicked on his foot almost tripped him. At first glance, a werewolf's body, the rare brown and red hair made him feel a little familiar, as if he had just died in his own hands a short time ago.

At the foot of the thousand nights, not just a corpse. The bodies of the Dark Race and the White Valve Warriors are stacked together, almost all over the battlefield!

I suddenly couldn't help coughing a few times at night, and there was a bit of sweetness all over my throat. This is a sign of excessive physical depletion, which he hasn't felt for a long time.

The Force has not been exhausted, and overdrafts were made because most of the ordinary Dark Warriors were slaughtered at night, and this line of defense was later supported almost on their own.

Fighting seems to be mechanically lethal, then replacing the next target. Thousands of nights know that they cannot retreat. Just a step back, the tidal dark army will open a gap from here and drive straight in until a large defensive line is broken. If you want to close the gap, it will cost you more lives and more.

Just as the rest of the fortress's internal line of defense is recurring in this long and arduous battle.

A thousand nights of bitter laughter, a gentle exhalation, casually dropping another rushing ash fighter, then turning around to gauge the surrounding situation. This location is too close to the White Valve Strong Defense Line in the inner circle of the Fortress, and the survival plunder will definitely not work.

In fact, that blood-sucking giant ship in the air is like a huge shadow over your head, and you can't even dare to provoke a blood-sucking blade at night. Occasionally, a little blood is drawn under the cover of a personal struggle, but this is no different than the salary of a water truck and does not meet the need to enter a boiling blood state.

All he can rely on now is a few military stimulants, in addition to the resilience of the super-blooded body itself.

On the western front of the fortress, the White Dragon Armor had just dived down from a height, killing two Dark Viscounts with one stroke, and he floated back to the command tower, a pair of white wings slowly moving behind him, blood still dripping on the white gold gloves. By this time, the white valve had little power, even he had to put himself on the battlefield.

White Dragon Armor paused slightly as he stepped into the tower rooftop, gazed into the sky at the blood giant ship, then looked down over the ground battlefield and looked at the line of defense where the thousand nights lay.

After a moment of attention, he waved to his own personal guard, pointing at the direction of a thousand nights, and said: "You three, take a team to support you. ”

The guards answered and went downstairs, leaving few fighters on the roof.

There was a hesitation next to him: "Second Son, you still have to leave some people with you. ”

Bai Longjia is still looking at the thousand nights in the distance, he asked: “Just reported it down here, is he the thousand nights of Zhao Valve? ”

“It is true that his self-proclaimed name is Thousand Nights, but the emblem on his body seems to be… To Don Lee's. ”

White Dragon Armor glanced at the leader of his own defense, and he was also confused to see each other. Zhao Valve's battlefield is not bordered by the Gobi of the Rock Desert. It would have been a strange thing to be here at a thousand nights. It makes sense if he came from the nearby Misty Forest War Zone of Don Lee's.

Down on the battlefield, after a brief breath, the Dark Warriors launched another wave of attacks. White Dragon Armor is no longer distracted, and the overall battle is restarted.

Just a thousand nights after inserting a powerful military stimulant into his thigh, he shouted across the street. He couldn't help but mumble and cheer up, killing several warriors in a row, and forcing the dark warriors who had fallen back.

“General Thousand Nights, here we come! ”

Looking back at the thousand nights, only three of the so-called reinforcements were capable of fighting, one with injuries on his body, and the rest were ordinary fighters. Unlike other fighters, however, the clothes of these three men are clearly high-ranking officers of the Angel of the Folding Wings, only wearing the White Valve family emblem and should be the personal defense of the White Dragon Armor.

Seeing them, it became clear at a thousand nights that the current battle situation of the White Valve was probably very bad, and even the personal guards were sent out, indicating that the White Dragon Armor did not have anyone left. But with the backbone of the White Valve, this battle has been fought so far, why haven't we seen reinforcements come? Even if the back hand cards are kept secret, it's time to take them out. If all the other White Valve fortresses were attacked at the same time, how massive was the Dark Race this time?

These thoughts only turned in my mind, I didn't ask much at night, I pointed forward, and I drank: "Follow me, everybody go fuck another fucking guy! ”

At the time of life and death, this phrase with me was the most inspiring, the nearby white valve warriors shouted and followed the thousands of nights into enemy formation, killing.

Dark races are also fearful and tired, sprinkled with bloody rain and countless broken limb flesh. In the eyes of the Dark Warriors, a thousand nights is worse than the fiercest war beasts. They finally feared that the tide was backing away, and even a blood officer shouting at the war was useless, exposing his place.

Thousands of nights pulling out the twins, not afraid to consume the force, one shot bombed the blood officer half his head, finally pushing back another wave of Dark Race offense.

He turned around and returned to the outer wall of the fortress. He found a place where he could barely get off his feet and leaned against half of the surviving walls, finally breathing.

At this point, in the noise next to it, a distorted metal frame that had not yet completely collapsed tilted another angle towards the ground, and the blank light came out from behind and was no more than ten meters away from the thousand nights.