Monarch of Evernight

“General Kindu, no... don't joke about this.” The Brigadier General has a cold sweat.

The colonel was young and cheerful. "Zhao Jundu! Don't think you can do whatever you want with the Zhao valve! ”

Before finishing his speech, the Colonel was pulled back by the Brigadier General. "Shut up! You can't talk here! ”

Zhao Jundu was ungrateful and said with a smile: “When did you hear that I, Zhao Jundu, would joke? Besides, do whatever you little guys want and use the Zhao Valve? ”

Even the brigadier general, being ironic and feeling the atmosphere was wrong, did not dare to say anything more. After the salute, he pulled the colonel out in a hurry.

When someone from the military left with a loss of soul, the woman asked somewhat puzzlingly: "These two guys are just little people, so it doesn't seem like they have much use to make it difficult? ”

“Of course it works. Whatever response I gave, I indicated that I had read the military emergency report. As a member of the Empire, I should have followed the orders of the military, whatever the hell that order was. But now, since I've never seen this order, it's up to me to act. Had I not asked them to return the message, I would not have seen anyone from the army. ”

“But how about a thousand nights? ”

“To not return. But whoever it is, since I dare to swallow the quota for a thousand nights, I Zhao Jundu will write this down and he will pay it back ten times in the future. ”

The woman sighed softly and said, "I wonder if Thousand Nights will wake up. ”

“There's always hope. Isn't Song Zining already arranged?” Speaking of this, Zhao Jundu suddenly frowned, stood up and circled back and forth in the hall. “No, he has limited resources, and he cannot mobilize any master, even if he adds the Wei family, I'm afraid it's not enough. Find out what his final layout is, then stay close, and help him if necessary. No need to worry about this trip! ”

The woman bowed down and retreated.

When the woman leaves, the hall gets cold. Somehow, Zhao Jundu's face suddenly appeared in front of him. By the time the man was returned, he was already a cold corpse, and although his facial expression had been treated, he could still see the extreme anger and frustration that preceded his death.

Zhao Jundu reached out and subconsciously tried to grab the gun, but he touched it empty. He just remembered that the gun, which could be named in time for the future, had been sent to warmth and was not with him at the moment. He silently retracted his hand, but he could not keep his mind down on his hidden anxiety.

However, the Li family has made it clear that they will definitely give a satisfactory reply, and will also deal with Li Tianquan according to the law. At the same time, the Li family also sent a master to find out that he killed another person in Seung Peng, and Li Tianquan did not kill him. This matter should be reasoned, and Li Manlan delivered medicine first. Zhao Jundu also had to endure it first, waiting for the Li family to give further results.

Mr. Wan's organs were exhausted, but he did not think that the Li family, Tong Tian Derivation, was also an expert medical practitioner, and saw through his final arrangement. The attitude of the Li family was even more unexpected.

At the depths of the Twilight continent, in a vast area never set foot before, stands a peak soaring into the clouds. A magnificent castle was built at the peak of a near-knife sharp peak. Even in the everlasting night of the mighty, it is a miracle.

The castle has been heavily painted black for a long time, and the edges of the building walls, as well as the footsteps on the steps, are oily and golden as a result of the friction, obviously this ancient castle is made of metal.

Deep in the ancient castle, at the end of that tens of metres high palace, the only throne in the entire palace is placed on the high platform, and the moonlight shines through the high colored windows on the wall, making it the only place to shine.

On the top of the throne sits an old man described as tall, with a high crown, lean as a skeleton. His eyes were closed and he was napping with his hand and jaw. But in this lonely and cold hall, empty, the two closed hall doors were covered with rust, and several chains of beast legs locked the hall door tightly together.

Time seems to have stalled in this great hall, as if there is little power to make a difference here.

When everything in the palace seemed to be eternal, the palace suddenly had a slight vibration. The vibration was still slight at first, but the more intense it was, the dust and rust continued to fall from the dome, and the chain that locked the door was shaking, sometimes hitting the palace door, making a shocking loud noise.

On the throne, the ancient king, like a skull, felt the vibration and slowly opened his eyes. In his orbit, there were no eyeballs, some of them just cloudy plasma. Upon awakening, he slowly lowered his head, his gaze penetrated the obstacles and looked at everything in the ancient castle of the mountain. Just one look and you'll be furious, roaring all over the mountain: “Blood pool! Who destroyed my blood pool! ”

He stretched his hand to pull the chain next to the throne, and the thrilling bell rang through the castle. However, as he pulled to the third level, he suddenly heard Kacha and a section of his phalanx fell to the ground. The ancient king turned his head to his own hand and found that perhaps it was because of excessive force, not only in his palms, but even in his arms that cracks appeared. His skin and flesh became thin, sticking to his bones and splitting only saw a layer of gray white.

The ancient king had to slow down in order to avoid further damage to this dry body. He tried to stand up, but his legs also squeaked, making him afraid to move again. He opened his mouth with a continuous and sharp whistle, summoning the people to come.

A moment later, the chain wrapped around the gate began to move slowly, retracting back into the wall along a complex predetermined trajectory. This complex and lengthy process has left the ancient kings extremely anxious, but helpless. These measures, originally intended to protect him from harm during his sleep, could not be shortened.

The palace door finally opened and dozens of blood clans entered with a copper coffin. The old king looked at the brass coffin and immediately changed his tone: “Why is this the only one? It takes seven days for this level of blood to fully recover! ”

On one knee for the first Marquis, he was frightened: "Your Highness, because of the destruction of the ancient blood pond, the blood of the highest rank is gone, and now all that is left in the castle is the blood of these alternate sources. ”

“Then why are you still here? Instead of going after that sinner!! ”

“Your Highness, this is a very strange matter, and the right moment is chosen. At this time, I believe it is not my duty to pursue infiltrators, but to protect your safety. ”

The anger of the ancient king subsided, and he began to think, "Are you saying that the man who destroyed the ancient blood pond was not from another race? ”

“Yes, we wounded the infiltrator as he fled, leaving him with a little blood. ”

The old king immediately stretched out his dry hand, "Give it to me! ”

The Marquis handed over a piece of black clothing stained with blood. The ancient king took it and sniffed it at the end of his nose, his voice immediately went down a few points: “This is... the smell of Monroe! ”

In the palace, many blood tribes have changed their colours. Monroe, though suppressed by the Queen of the Night, is still a huge man for their 12th ranked Carton clan. Moreover, it is now legendary that the Queen of the Night will fall asleep at the end of the Land Battle, when the repression of Monroe becomes a deterrent. The movement of the Monroe will be free again.

The Marquis said: "Perhaps it was not Monroe, but other clans who did it, using only a man of Monroe descent. ”

The voice of the ancient king was filled with chills: "What level do you think an infiltrator with Monroe's top blood, able to sneak silently into the depths of my castle, would be used by other clans? ”

The Marquis couldn't answer immediately.

The ancient king said in silence: "The destruction of the ancient blood pond cannot be concealed. If you can't hide it, then it's a big deal. Her Majesty is not asleep yet! ”

The Marquis replied: "Yes, Your Highness. I will immediately arrange a pursuit and notify the other ancient clans. But isn't it just two days late? ”

“Why?!” There was anger in the voice of the ancient kings.

“Your Highness, this recovery is longer than ever. If anyone catches this, attack at this time..."

The ancient king was suddenly shocked, his eyes closed, and a moment later he said: "Go after him with the people of the clan, and three days later, notify the other clans. ”

Three days later, a message shocked the heart of the Twilight continent, one of the twelve ancient clans, the ancient blood cisterns of the Carton clan were destroyed and all the blood of the ancient origin was stolen.

Soon after, all the ancient clans reacted, expressing great anger at the act. The importance of ancient blood pools for the Marquis and beyond is self-evident. When severely traumatized, this is the best way to recover, and when their lives will come to an end, it is the last resort to sustain existence.

Powerful clans like Paz and Monroe all have ancient blood pools. For clans like Carton, there is only one ancient blood pool to maintain. It will probably take decades to rebuild the ancient blood pool again. In the meantime, the Cartons will become very vulnerable and no longer have much advantage over powerful clans outside the ancient clans.

The ancient blood pool is so important to the blood clan that it is surprisingly consistent in all ancient clan expressions, even when Monroe expresses his anger and sends core members to join the search. Of course, Monroe doesn't admit that it has anything to do with him.

As such, a mesh spread rapidly around the darkest part of the Twilight continent, covering half a continent in the blink of an eye.

On the vast plains of the Twilight continent, a shadow, if any, is moving rapidly. Nocturnal eyes bowed to the body, hiding the trail with undulating long grass and zero falling lonely trees, heading far away.

The black tights on her had several breakages, some of them already intact, and some of the breaks were still rolled flesh. Running for days in a row, even the toughest blood clan can't eat, let alone survive several wars on the run? Night vision had no room at all to repair the wound, but even so, some minor wounds healed on their own, indicating the strength of her veins.

Night eyes softened under his feet and almost fell to the ground. However, she felt the heat of the ancient blood in her arms and suddenly had the strength to continue to the distance.