Monarch of Evernight

Rising at night, he moved his body, dispelling paralysis and abnormality. The woman has just used the same ability to vibrate the force, essentially the same way that the tree was initially struck at a thousand nights, but with great skill, far beyond the level of a thousand nights.

In the memory of the thousand nights, the Imperial Inn family's supreme secret method is famous for its force shock, except that the secret is too demanding and too difficult to cultivate, and often not a single cultivation can be produced for generations. So Yin Jia has always wandered around in the classy world, with no downside risk, but no prospect of promotion.

This heterogeneous woman's theory of force is nothing more than a level of five or six, but it can resonate with the thousand nights of force, disrupt his actions, and emit an incredibly powerful force shock. Most of it is related to the black forest environment, and that strange pair of metal rings may be the key.

A thousand nights look deep into the black forest, which seems to be one of the sources of danger.

He did not try to trace it, the woman did not leave any footprints when she moved, and the atmosphere of the Force completely disappeared under the dual effects of force shock and force of the sea. So he continued to walk towards the town at night.

Next, the road was quiet and quiet, coming back to town at night. The two guards at the entrance of the town saw the planks behind the back of the thousand nights, and there was something strange on their faces, as if they were watching the dead. The two exchanged their eyes, and one of the guards said to Thousand Nights: "To pay taxes or to exchange things? ”

“Both.”

“Okay, then follow me.” The guards then led the thousands of nights into the town, walking towards the largest building in the centre. People encountered along the way, when they saw the planks behind the thousand nights, were shocked, and some even whispered. But no one dared to speak privately under the warning of the guard's harsh eyes.

That building is actually a trading market with dozens of stalls, everything. Tax paying places have been squeezed into the corner, but the site of two stalls. The planks and a small pocket were placed on the tax counter at night, and when an old man with a pointed face saw the planks, his face moved a few times. Then he opened his pockets and glanced at it, showing greed again.

Pockets filled with golden screws are the result of Junior and Night Eyes. Gold screws are naturally good at hiding and are difficult for the average person to find. Junior was not good at searching, but her eyes taught her how to use her nose, and the whole beach was suddenly devastated with golden screws. The spider demon's sense of smell is comparable to that of a werewolf.

The old man grabbed his pocket and recycled it and said, “These taxes aren't enough, but for your new arrival, I'll take care of you and pay you off this month's taxes. ”

With a bang, his hand was only half received and he was held down for a thousand nights. “Are you mistaken? ”

The old man suddenly screamed like he was trampled on his tail: "Am I wrong? I've been collecting taxes here for over a decade. Am I going to miscalculate? Kid, I'm telling you, get your paws off me! Otherwise, my nephew will teach you how to be human! ”

With no expression on his face, his hands gradually shrunk. The old man was no more than three or four levels of strength. Where could he resist, his arm bones began to make a squeaky noise. He screamed like a pig, shouting, "Somebody kill him! He's tax resistant! ”

The two guards circled up, left and right, and the thick iron stick, which was barbed with a thick cloth, was thrown at the head of the thousand nights. If both are broken, I'm afraid the war will seriously injure everyone below.

Swinging his left hand for a thousand nights, he took off the two iron bars at will, then lifted the guard on the left and directly hit the guard on the right. The two collided in the head, making a teething sound and fainting on both sides.

Two iron bars were put together at night, twisted at will, and they were intertwined together and turned into a coarse stick. The two iron bars, although not very good in material, also had thick fists and were hung together by hand at night, suddenly allowing the surrounding audience to breathe a breath of cold air.

Though his hands were loose at night, the old man forgot to take the bag back.

He pulled the old man's hand out at night, pressed it on the stage, and said, "If you want money, you have to see who it is. And all of you, it's just a paycheck, not life money. Don't die for a salary. ”

At the end of the night, several guards arrived at the news without knowing what to do. Thousands of nights are obviously not good, but the killings are real, and the wages they receive are not worth their lives.

After a thousand nights of silence, lift the iron bars that hang together and smash them into the old man's hands!

The old man screamed loudly, but his hands were tied with steel hoops, and he couldn't take them back anyway. The iron bars were suddenly held over the old man's arm as he was about to be smashed to pieces.

At first glance at the night, it was the knife that held the iron bars, the young man who sent himself to the territory. Even though he is young, he is good at cultivating the Force, and there are eight levels. Thousands of nights look indifferent, without waiting for the knife to speak, the Force rushes several times against the knife through the iron strip.

The knife only felt like it had been hit by a giant hammer. Every time the face turned red a few points. Later, a handsome face became red and purple. When the eyes needed a sip of blood to spit out, the force shock suddenly disappeared.

Thousands of nights faintly said: "The taxes you told me yesterday seem much smaller than they actually are. It's only been a day. Is the tax rate going to be revised? ”

The knife was easy to calm down, and the eyes of the thousand nights were already filled with deep consternation. He knew the thousand nights had been merciful for his men, otherwise he would have had to vomit blood and seriously injure himself with a few more force shocks.

What he did not know, however, was that a thousand nights, if he so wished, a single force impact would kill him.

“You want to make trouble here? Don't forget, this is Wolf King's land!” The knife is threatening.

"Wolf King wouldn't want to see his men put his money in his pocket, either. Besides, whoever this place is, it doesn't matter. Some people suddenly die in their rooms in the middle of the night, does it? ”

“You...” The knife stared at Thousand Nights, but saw Thousand Nights not moving at all, suddenly a little discouraged, the killing disappeared. The threat of a thousand nights is real. If he breaks into the house in the middle of the night, the knife itself has no power to fight back. The land of neutrality is realistic, and no one wastes time for the dead.

So the knife still chose to bow to reality, pointed to the old man, and said, "This is my uncle. For his age, this time, let it go. How about that? I'll cut your taxes by half this month. ”

“Fine.” The thousand nights didn't say anything, retrieved the iron stick and threw it on the ground.

The old man still holds his pockets, but finds more than a dozen Imperial Coins. The amount exceeded the original expectations of Thousand Nights, but according to the knife, the gold thread he picked was of the highest quality and worth so much money.

“How about a drink someplace later? Tell me what you want, and I'll help you arrange it.” Little knife.

“Fine.” Thousand Nights is looking for someone to talk to and learn more about the power distribution of some neutral places.

A moment later, the knife and a thousand nights sat in the tavern. After a few glasses of wine, they both shake a little and talk a lot more casually.

After a while, we had a general understanding of the land of neutrality. The land of neutrality was originally the home of pirates, the dead and the native races, but with the arrival of the strong in the two camps, the power comparison changed accordingly. People, werewolves, bloodlines, spider demons, and native races dominate here today. With the arrival of a clan mysterious strong man with a broken life, clan strength rose and hidden into the first race of neutrality.

But the relationship between the various ethnic groups is much more complicated than between the two camps. For example, the East Waste is the sphere of influence of the ethnic group, but now the King of the Wolves who manages the East Waste is actually a werewolf. Thirty years ago, in a great battle, he was defeated by the strongest of the people, and he bowed down and was sent to the township of Dongwanzaa.

Zhang Fuzhou has more than a werewolf king under his command. There are also many strong men of other dark races, even slightly more than the people. The same is true of the dark and powerful on the other sides, all the nations under them, and no shortage of people. Relatively speaking, only native races are the purest, and they hate all outsiders, which has never changed in thousands of years.

In a neutral place, the camp is no longer the basis for dividing forces, and it is the standards of strength and territory that remain unchanged.

The eastern wilderness is vast, and the Wolf King occupies only about half of the territory. Half the time, people actually live in small pieces. Needless to say, the terrible day and night temperature difference alone will stop all ordinary people who are weak. In the eastern wilderness, wilderness development is the main objective, although little progress has been made over the years.

Get an overview of the landscape of neutrality, turning to the topic of the thousand nights, and asking, "What is the danger of the black forest? ”

The little knife suddenly smiled a little embarrassed, "What do you see? ”

“Don't worry about it. Tell me what you know. ”

The knife knew it couldn't get through, and he had to say: "The black forest is strange, and the coverage often changes. Where there are black forests, there are usually native races. There is a death feud between us and the native race. Not just us, blood, werewolves, all alien races and native races. For example, the Central Dreamland, once the capital of the native race, was built only after all the native races were killed. ”

Nodded a thousand nights and such things were common in the history of empire pioneering.

The knife continues: "There is a strange connection between the Black Forest and the native race, who abhor logging and who, if they cut down the trees in the Black Forest, will attract their hatred and may be hunted down. ”

“Are you still taxing timber from the Black Forest? ”

The knife looked a little embarrassed and said: "Well, the wood from the Black Forest is of excellent quality and will not rot for a hundred years. It is a superior material for the fabrication of floating boats and nautical boats, as well as the highest grade of fuel. The timber of the Black Forest has a special scent and will be regarded as the same ethnic group by the fierce beasts of the sea while sailing in the East China Sea, ignoring it. Besides, besides... huh. ”

“Besides, if a newcomer accidentally deforests the Black Forest, he will be hated by the native race and will only seek your protection, won't he?” Thousands of nights grinned.