Monarch of Evernight

Thousands of nights are thick, but there is no point in pursuing them. Although he relied on sneak attacks to devastate the Count of the Werewolves, the other side was surprisingly powerful, retreating very decisively and very quickly. The number of remaining Dark Warriors is large, most of them with combat power, not to mention most of them in the direction of departure.

Especially in the hands of the Count of the Werewolves, the Force Machine Gun is more advanced than class 7, so long as it is not crazy, it will not want to face such a weapon in the face. Thousands of nights shrugged, some unfortunately watched a great deal of military work slip out of sight, this werewolf is far more powerful than the ordinary counts, there must be famous figures in the everlasting world, such killings can get extra rewards from the military ministry, of course he himself in the everlasting night.

After confirming that all the enemies had retreated, he went to the battered team and asked, "Are you all right? ”

The leader is a man under the age of thirty, the Grade 12 Force, whose strength is quite good, as can be seen from the many broken and still luxurious coats that do not conceal the sophistication of the family.

He turned to the thousands of nights and smeared the blood on his face, smiling bitterly: "He's alive. But as you can see, there's nothing good about this. One hundred and twenty of us came out, and we were hunted down all the way, and we were finally surrounded here. Now there's..."

He looked back at the battlefield and looked even worse: "... sixteen. ”

That number made him a little hard to accept, too, and he couldn't speak for a while. Until the attendant behind him whispered a reminder, he responded with apologies: “It is the Kong family's son who is round in the lower hole. I haven't asked the benefactor to respect his name yet. When I get back to the base, I will definitely appreciate it. ”

“My name is Thousand Nights. ”

Kong Fangyuan smiled and said: "My lord is a thousand nights general! I've already heard of your past achievements, I didn't expect to see you today, the General's strength is still in the name of fame! ”

After the condom, Kong Fangyuan asked: “What happened to the werewolf? Are you dead?”

“Two shots were fired, but he ran away. ”

Her face changed and her heart palpitated: “Running away? This, alas, is infinite! ”

He nodded a thousand nights and looked very heavy. I'm afraid we won't have such a good chance of a sneak attack if we meet again on the battlefield. No one is willing to meet such an adversary, I'm afraid, on the level of danger, above Aiden. Among the famous disciples, Aiden was quite experienced in combat, but the Count of the Werewolf was obviously on the battlefield.

At this time, ethnic fighters came out of hiding, cleaned the battlefield, healed the wounded, and placed the bodies of their fallen comrades together to remove memorabilia from their bodies.

Misty forests are natural graveyards, and to this day most of the imperial fighters fighting here have embraced the result of matrix swallowing and earth merging after death. After all, most squadrons are not in a position to bring back the bodies of the deceased.

Most of the living were wounded, and there were several seriously wounded, with more than forty bodies of war dead, while those unfortunately torn apart by force machine-guns could not be assembled together.

Among the survivors, several familiar figures were unexpectedly seen at night, and it was Lou who killed the group. They were all wounded, and one turned into a corpse.

When Kong Fangyuan saw the thousand nights suddenly slightly frowned and turned to his eyes, he couldn't help but softly explain: "This battle, General Lu was hired by my Kong family. Without them, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to support you right now, and we wouldn't be able to see you for a thousand nights. ”

A thousand nights of frowning, no sound. Leaving aside the grievances of the past, Lou did kill these men with great combat power and vast field experience, especially in group combat. Kongfangyuan is very visionary and courageous, and the price of hiring this group is necessarily a large number.

No one knows if the Dark Race will ever come back. Though Thousand Nights severely injured the Count of the Werewolf, this is not the only Dark Squad in the Misty Forest. Recently, everyone has felt the pressure of perpetual military surge in this battlefield.

At the end of the day, Kung Fangfangyuan and Kongfangyuan automatically joined the ranks of sweeping the battlefield and tidying up the warrior's relics. He leaned over at night and picked up a head, no longer able to identify his face or know where his body was. A necklace is pressed under the head, and the purple matrix has been wrapped around the fractured part of the chain.

The pendant that grabbed the necklace at night pulled it out of the slightly peristaltic matrix, a silver image box that could be opened with a photo collection, a beautiful young girl. This love, which is no longer fruitful, makes the night feel a little heavy in the pendant.

Thousand Nights handed the necklace over to a Kongjia team leader around. He took a look at the necklace and said, "This is Ray, a very nice guy. I thought he might pick up my spot in the future, but I didn't think..."

There are dozens of them here. Even the meanest have an independent life, where he is the protagonist, and death means the collapse of a world.

At this point, the borehole circle begins to greet everyone in a short distance, staying for up to five more minutes before retreating. This is not enough time at all to clear the bodies of all the victims of the war slightly and place them in a suitable decent spot where they can walk in peace.

It appears that Kongfang Circle is calm on the surface, in fact some of them are still frightened by the attack and do not want to stay for a moment.

Thousands of nights looked in that direction, or put the head in his hand next to the rest of the body, so that the young man could sleep with his comrades for a long time. After all this, prepare to go over and say hello to Kongfangyuan and then separate. Though it is also necessary to return to the base, it is customary to act alone at night.

As soon as he got up, he felt a man leaning over behind him, clapping his hand towards his shoulder, and greeting him: "A thousand nights..."

This voice is strange, as if it carries a rhythm, makes people feel calm, peace has to let go of all tension. Thousand nights just turned around and suddenly felt a chill in his waist, a sharp blade pierced the armor silently and plunged into his waist ribs!

A thousand nights turned back and saw a familiar and strange face. It was one of Lu's death squads, and one of the least visible, who would not have been able to recognize him until a thousand nights ago if he had not been here.

At this moment, this person's face was somewhat surprised. He looked back at the Thousand Nights, his hands pushed hard, one hand desperately grabbed the Thousand Nights shoulder, and one hand desperately continued to insert the sharp edge inside until there was no handle.

“Why?” The sound of a thousand nights is cold.

I feel that the short knife in my hand has been inserted into the bottom. The man's face is much easier. He smiles. "A big man has paid a big price and wants your life. It's that simple. If you want to blame me, blame you for offending the wrong person! ”

He suddenly pulled the knife out, turned the blade at a different angle and plugged it in deep again. Thousands of nights his face suddenly turned pale and groaned.

The man frowned and shouted: "What a thick armor! But you're still dying. ”

The dragon was very heavy, and he adjusted the angle for a heavy stab, resulting in a very limited deflection of the blade. Even so, however, he was convinced that the injury was fatal enough.

He can hardly believe it's going to go so well.

With that huge bonus and the promise of recruiting, he couldn't help but breathe a little.

So suddenly, Kong Fangyuan could not react at once. He stunned and drank: “What is this?! ”

Lou crossed a step and stopped Kongfangyuan from going. He said: "Kongxiao, this is what a big man means. Minor Kong should still pretend not to see anything, otherwise the big man is angry and the Kong family may not be able to bear it. ”

The Confucius family is also an old-fashioned family that can force the Confucius family to retreat. There are not many of them in the empire. The names were instantly swept across in the center of the borehole, and the mind was slightly heavier. But he looked serious and still drank: "I don't care who it is, I saved all of us at night. I can't let anyone do this to him. Get out of the way! ”

Lu killed but didn't make way, slowly said: “Cong Xiao, if you want to go alone, I'm afraid our brothers will be sorry to send you along. ”

His face changed and he said angrily: "Don't you dare! ”

Lu Kill just smiled and didn't answer. But dare not or dare to write clearly on his face.

Kong Fangyuan suddenly felt cold in his heart. Lu killed the team with a fierce heart and strong fighting power. He had already fully seen it on the way. After being hunted down all the way, his men's core battle forces were killed and wounded, and those who were still alive were wounded individually, so they could no longer be suppressed.

He struggled repeatedly in the center of the borehole, and the command to fire was always wandering at the tip of his tongue, eventually not throwing up. Lu Killing revealed a slight smile, pressed his hand against the knife between his waists, slowly retreated, then turned back and drank: “Kill me quickly, what are you waiting for? ”

But then came the intermittent voice: "Boss, help... help...”

Du Jiaoxiao, looking back, saw the brother who was supposed to control the life and death of the thousand nights, and now he is in a rather dangerous situation. Half-way through the night, he grabbed his knife wrist with one hand and strangled his opponent's throat with the other. The man had to loosen his shoulders and block the hand he shook down his throat in order to prevent a thousand nights of repercussions before he died.

So they hold each other's hands and enter the angular state.

According to theory, the knife in the waist after a thousand nights is definitely a fatal trauma, and he is now in a strange, half-turned posture, which is quite a bad force. In such a case, even when dying, a thousand nights should be in the downwind. In exchange for Lou killing himself, if he is in the position of a thousand nights, the first reaction is not to attack the opponent, but to detonate the force hand grenade on him, and the opponent goes to rest.

However, the situation is that Thousand Nights hands are firmly approaching the throat of the opponent, while the opponent's knife grip is shaking constantly, the two fingers are spread out, apparently strangled by Thousand Nights, he can't even hold the knife.

The man confronting the Night of the Thousand is already suffering. He's actually a killer, better suited to hide in the shadows and hit his opponent in the face. From approaching, to launching a deadly blow, no danger was perceived at night, demonstrating the strength and horror of his gifted abilities.

However, while he can be a guest sniper on the battlefield, he is not a real fighter after all, and fighting head-to-head is not his specialty. He is now in an extremely dangerous situation, and the power of a thousand nights is incredible, even in his senses, that of an Earl of Spiderdemons.

The hand that reaches the throat is almost unstoppable, pushed by several steam engines at the same time. He was desperate to provoke the force, and he could even feel the vortex in his body because the overdraft force was screaming. But that hand was still pressing over, just a little slower.

As for the hand holding the knife, it had been completely unconscious, making a constant squeaky subtle sound, a sound that was crushing under heavy pressure on the carpal bone.

He can't even speak now, but he's afraid to let that breath out when he opens his mouth, completely crushed by the forces that are pushing him. As long as his hands touch his throat at at night, his neck bones will instantly break like fragile porcelain.

It's hard for him to understand. According to past experience, whoever has been struck with these two knives should have been powerless long ago and could not even struggle.

At this moment, the severe pain in his right wrist has spread to his arm, while his palm is completely unconscious. The knife handle is still in his hand, but he's out of control.

“Stop!” When Lou found out something was wrong, he shouted and rushed in for the first time.