Monarch of Evernight

Over the next few days, the wind will be calm and the city will continue to flourish. The construction of Wolf Town is nearing its end, with several mines being constructed for the first time, beginning to produce significant quantities of ore. The large floating cargo fleet to and from Black River City has changed from once in the past month to three times a month.

Near the original werewolf territory, not only black stones, black crystals, but also several metal veins were found, including weapons-grade metals used in large quantities of high-strength alloys, as well as a variety of rare elements of strategic value.

With these resources, even factories specializing in the production of nuclear barrels can be built locally. Song Zining intends to do just that. Since the seasonal moon, large equipment has been sent to Wolf City, and the power tower alone has brought four seats.

In the past few days, Song Zining had nothing to do but go to the office to read the war paper. He read tea every day, and occasionally played chess with Nanhua. He had a relaxing and relaxing life, like a fairy. Perhaps it was a relaxed day, Song Zining looked significantly better, and that handsome face began to shine again.

Nanhua is with Song Zining almost all the time, reading books, playing chess, and even trimming the flowers and grasses in the academy. By then, she will cook herself and cook a few porridge dishes. She's a princess, obvious cook, and not very smart. But Song Zining, who is used to eating delicious dishes on and off the empire, is not picky. Each time, he eats a delicacy with enthusiasm. He will also discuss with South China how he can clear porridge and spice, and how salted vegetables can become delicious on the table.

For South China, these days are like dreams.

South China stopped wanting to talk a few times, but when Song Zining noticed and asked, she would turn the subject away. Song Zining also encountered a lot in this situation. The seven winds and sevens, surrounded by the everlasting cloud of beautiful women, don't say which girl to spend the days and nights with, it is a complete night, it is also rare. Seven Majorities like to sleep alone and have spread in the circle of the aristocratic lady.

So whenever seven less is especially good for a girl, that girl becomes very unnatural, and so does South China, so seven less cares.

If another few days pass, Song Zining finally packs up, briefly leaves for two days, then returns to Black Current and continues to wait.

During those two days, he finally felt a little uncomfortable and checked all the arrangements again to make sure they were ready before returning to the black stream. Instead of having to go over it again, it was easy for him to divulge secrets. But Song Zining was always a little disturbed, but he couldn't help but check it out.

Back to his place, Nanhua quickly prepared his refreshments. Song Zining sat under the tree, took a cup of tea and sipped it slowly. His mind had already flown to the distant Twilight Continent.

“What are you thinking?” South China asks.

Song Zining smiled slightly and said: "Nothing. But the tea was a little over the top. ”

“Ah, I'll go get another kettle. ”

Song Zining raised her hand and stopped her. “No, that's fine. ”

Nanhua stared at him, his eyes were complicated, his words stopped, and finally he sighed in the shadows.

Song Zining smiled at her and expressed comfort. In fact, his heart was already in Twilight Mainland. In his mind, a virtual Twilight continent had been formed, with night eyes just gushing out of the central dark zone, followed by massive pursuits, not less powerful.

Night vision escapes according to the scheduled route. Along the way, reinforcements are continuously deployed in advance. Intercept, mislead and divert from the pursuit layer. Cover the night vision to escape to the edge of the mainland. Take the reserved high-speed floating boat and escape from the twilight.

Since these days, the program has been unknown in Song Zining's mind hundreds of times, every detail, every dark activity, every variable, is clearly engraved in the heart. It is in this boring and ultimate meditation that Song Zining, little by little, fills all the loopholes that can be expected, envisages all the changes, and envisages remedial solutions for each.

This is the reality of the future military gods under the ruthless appearance. Since the Huangquan training camp, Song Zining has understood that talent only provides an upward staircase, but it is still up to him to climb this staircase.

At a time of everlasting calm and peace, the flames of war reignited on the surface. After many hours of renovation, the Dark Race finally finished its entire army. Through the long wilderness, the army officially entered Zhao Valve territory, planted a large battalion 100 miles away from the city of the fallen, began to build a fortress and confronted the Imperial Fortress herd remotely.

With both armies constantly mobilized and surrounded by the City of the Fall, both sides have deployed more than a million troops.

On the other side of the surface, the released dark race pointed the spear head at the moon plain, defeated the main power of the Song Valve in World War I, drove the Song Valve completely out of the moon plain, and chased it all the way, driving the remnants of the Song Valve into the city of the undefeated, which was the only way to stop.

As a result, except for the City of the Unfallen, only Li Jia was painstakingly supported in the Misty Forest. For some reason, Aiden's sudden decline in the frequency of battles during this period gave the bitter Lee family and the rest of the world squads a chance to catch their breath. But the Li family couldn't laugh at all. With Aiden's past performance, he suddenly reduced his battle, which basically meant one thing, and that was breaking through the threshold.

Originally Aiden had already killed a lot of people, so what if he made another breakthrough?

Floating wars are approaching, wreckage has long been ravaged in the void, and every day giant ships burn and fall from the void.

In order to ensure the supply of the fallen city and the blockade of further Dark Race surges, the Imperial Fleet leaned into its nest, the Imperial Guard First Fleet was finally launched, and the Night Parliament's direct fleet fought against the sky in a one-to-two swap ratio.

Inspired by this battle, the imperial fleet, as well as the joint fleet of the valves of the world, have continued to create a classic fame, and the situation on the void battlefield has begun to tilt slowly towards the imperial side.

Vacant fleet warfare has always been the beginning of ground warfare. At the onset of the landslide showdown, countless intelligence warfare reports flew into Didu like snowflakes and then split into three tracks, entering the military ministry, the Imperial Palace and the council representing the coalition forces of the valves.

Within the Imperial Ministry, all intelligence and warfare flows in like a wave, then, depending on their importance, to departments of all sizes and sizes, and everything seems organized. However, if one were able to look at the whole picture, one would find warfare reports from the surface, most of them flowing to the various executive branches of the military ministry, not to the real decision-makers, with the exception of the void battlefield.

This sign can only illustrate one thing: in the eyes of the big man in command of the military ministry, the battle of surfacing at this moment is not the most important battle of our time.

At this moment, in a conference room on the top floor of the military, the smoke, the smell of tobacco mixed with the smell of tea became unspeakable.

There are thirteen seats in the conference room, but there are only seven seats seated at the moment. Most of the people at the table have been overflowing their armor, and even an elderly man has aged to dry skin covered with geriatric spots, with a decaying smell all over his body. His eyes were half open and half closed, and his cloudy eyes were like dead water, raising doubts as to whether he was awake or sleeping.

But the old man, who had already stepped into the coffin, was sitting in the middle. In this room, there are three seats in the center, the old man sits on the side seats, but the other two seats are empty. In other words, it is the elderly who are at the heart of the conference at this moment.

However, if you look closely, the other six are also big figures on the one hand. When they sit together, they can basically determine the direction of the Imperial Army.

All seven had a thin document in front of them, but two pages of paper. But the paper was scribbled and filled with stamps. For the sake of the two pages of the district, the real figures of the Imperial Army have discussed one day and one night, and one day and one night when the fighting is so urgent.

The content on the paper is simple, but it's actually a list. At the end of each name, information on age, gender, merit achievement, and family origin are marked separately, and cannot be simpler.

Each speaks with its own supporters. As the discussion progressed, some names were removed and others were highlighted. However, as the number of names marked with focus increased, the atmosphere in the conference room quickly grew stiff, and disputes between them began to arise, even once.

With the beginning, there will be a continuation. The second quarrel rapidly appeared and widened in the blink of an eye, splitting the big characters into two factions, sparking Mars and even threatening war. But aren't they afraid of him? Since we are inclined, there is a tendency to do things on the spot.

Sitting in the center, the sleepy old man raised his hand and tapped the desktop gently. The sound of knocking on the table was mild, but the whole conference room was quiet. The two men who were arguing were still staring at each other, but they all sat down.

The old man finally said, "This time the number of places to go to the big swirl is twice what I expected, and it's all up to those little guys to do well. With so many seats, you can all fight like this. If it's just the few, even less, you really want to fight a few fights in order to belong? ”

There was a silence in the conference room, and a moment later, another elderly man over the age of a flower coat coughed. He wore imperial uniforms without any rank. When the two sides quarreled earlier, he was just smoking, one after the other, continuously, and it was obvious that smoking was extremely addictive.

He slowed down: "Opportunities are rare and coincide with the emergence of the Empire. All households want to take the opportunity to develop and contribute to the Empire. And that's nothing short of it. But after all, the number of places is limited. It is impossible to let everyone who wants to go to the swirl. It always depends on how sincere each family is on this. ”