Monarch of Evernight

The Wolf King suddenly said, “If Zhang is not strong, how can my father die in his hands? How can I end up like this today? Every day I bear the burden of humiliation. ”

“The Great Sheikh, temporarily ambushed for tomorrow's soar.” The Elder Werewolf spoke of an ancient fable that circulated among the tribes.

"'I know,' said Wolf King. 'Go and find out about Gary. ”

The werewolf elder did not leave immediately and seemed somewhat hesitant, saying: "Chief, our recent move seems to have caught the attention of the neighbor. They may come and try, and you must be careful. ”

Wolf King grinned and said, "They have no choice but to see my place. However, Zhang is always ruthless on Monday and only looks at Minori. Since I've been in this position, I've paid twice as much tax resources each year as I ever did. Nobody moves my position as long as there's a lot of taxes to be paid. Besides, with all their skill, you think you can do it in this position? A bunch of idiots who can't even control their territory and give them the same position. ”

Seeing the Wolf King so confident, the elderly werewolves were no longer worried, and went down to the peak.

Since the Xue brothers left, the life of the thousand nights has turned to calm, but the comparison with the mysterious presence in the sea has been somewhat less smooth. In the next few days, only one victory can be won, so that the Black Forest spreads and grows to the beach. Fortunately, the fog bordered the river, and it didn't cross that creek, leaving a space for thousands of nights.

After a thousand nights of reflection, the situation finally slowly recovered, and the evening won two rounds, which was a relief.

He's been practicing all these days, accumulating stuff like mountains, and he hasn't even gone to town to exchange it. It was time to collect taxes, and after the bear was killed, there was no movement, so I decided to go to town.

Took a small bag of gold screws, loaded with two more pieces of wood, boarded an old truck and drove to town.

With the expansion of the Black Forest, most of the road to the town has to pass through the forest. After Schrödin threw the stained soil into the black forest, all the native races disappeared and never appeared again. Walking through the Black Forest is like walking in a dead zone, without any anger.

The truck drove slowly, but the victory was stable and reliable, never failing, and after an hour of turbulence, it finally drove out of the black forest to the outskirts of the town.

Once out of the dark forest, you smell blood all night long. He frowned slightly and smelled it in the direction of the wind. The taste of blood is mostly human, there are a few other races, and there is basically no smell of werewolves. And the smell of blood is so intense that it takes at least dozens of people's blood to give off this intense smell.

Jump off the truck for a thousand nights and walk to the town.

From the outside, everything's fine in the town, nothing's wrong. However, the guard of the gate disappeared and looked in through the town gate. There was no one in the street. A small but vibrant town turned into a ghost town in the blink of an eye.

Walked into the town door for a thousand nights, then stopped and touched the iron casting gate. In addition to the ashes, there is a purple black stain on your fingertips, which you don't need to look at for a thousand nights to know is coagulated blood.

Thousands of nights I looked down and saw not far from my feet, there was a dark stain, it looked like sewage, but in fact it was blood, and after the diffusion, it mixed with the dirt, and it turned out like this.

The colour of the night remains unchanged, walking down the street to the town.

This is the street into town, with several small shops on both sides, but now the doors are hidden and silent.

Throw open a store door at night and look inside. There was still no one in the store, the shelves were messy and apparently completely overturned. A strong smell of smell came up and frowned at night.

At this time, a bang, the shelf next to it exploded, and a dark shadow burst into the night!

Lean back for a thousand nights, easily avoiding the punch. This is a big black wolf, much bigger than a regular wolf, obviously the wolf people are used to raising. Before the wolf was all over the place, he reached for a thousand nights, grabbed his waist, and shaken his lumbar spine with his bare hands.

The wolf rolled upside down and mourned. Thousands of nights were indifferent, looked inside the store, confirmed that there was nothing to pay attention to, and walked out of the store.

The wolf echoed in the town, prompting many responses. The doors and windows of a residential home were shattered and the wolves hidden inside appeared. Several wolves saw a thousand nights and saw the fierce light in their eyes and immediately jumped up.

They also have human crumbs and clothes wrapped around their teeth and smell of human blood, which instinctively disgusts them at night.

A few wolves rubbed themselves past a thousand nights, all emptied. When they landed, the limbs suddenly left the body and blood erupted. A couple of wolves scrambled like hell, hissing all over town.

The rest of the wolf was suddenly deterred by the tragic situation of his companion, lying low, clamping his tail, and temporarily afraid to step forward. But they didn't feel any danger from a thousand nights, so they hesitated for a moment, wondering if they should jump on it and tear this people apart.

The pack of wolves hesitated, but did not let go of them for a thousand nights. As Dongyue Jianfeng trembled, a sword gas flew away from the blade, suddenly shooting the pack of wolves upside down, moaning everywhere. Between the turns, these wolves, without exception, were all severed from the limbs.

“You want to die!” The center of the town sounded an angry roar and a young werewolf rushed out. Seeing the tragedy of the coyote, his eyes suddenly covered with blood and pounded into the night.

Sighing softly at night, he said to himself: "There aren't many cute werewolves like William! ”

The young werewolf felt nothing but a flower in front of him, suddenly losing his strength and falling in front of him for a thousand nights. He was suffering from severe pain and was completely unable to feel the presence of his hands and feet. It looked down and found that its limbs had been amputated, and in the midst of a mixture of pain and fear, it could not help but make a terrible sound.

Leaning over at night to lift the young werewolf, he continued forward and turned to the town's central square.

The square has turned into a bloody lake, surrounded by hundreds of wooden piles, each dressed with a person, and the blood flows down the pile and into the pool of blood on the square.

These stakes are dressed in small townspeople, many of whom have known each other all night. There were strange faces, travelers who wanted to come through town or do business, and they were unlucky and ran into a robbery.

It has been a while since the killings took place, and most of the people on the stakes have died, with only a few powerful people holding their breath. But these people have blurred legs, some of them even white bones, and the flesh doesn't know where to go. In fact, if you look at the wolves, the dumber people will guess where the flesh is.

Just as people like the meat of the fierce beast, the higher the force is, the better the meat tastes in the eyes of the beast.

The young werewolf, who had been cut off from his limbs at night, was thrown into a blood pool in the square, forcing him to make another scream of his own accord.

In the middle of the town, in the courtyard where the bear originally lived, the gate was kicked open and several werewolves walked out of the courtyard. Headed by a brilliant middle-aged werewolf, half a head taller than the rest. He saw a young werewolf, his eyes instantly turned red, his throat constantly roaring and staring at the night.

But then he realized he couldn't see the power of a thousand nights. But how can someone who can chop off a werewolf knight's limbs be without a force? With that in mind, he pressed down his anger and drank, “Who are you? Don't you know who owns this land? ”

Instead of answering at night, he asked, "Did you kill everyone in town? ”

"" Master Gary, son of the Wolf King, died in this area, "said the middle-aged werewolf. By the rules, everyone living in this area is to be buried with the young master. ”

“Rules? Whose rules are these? ”

“Wolf King's rule! What, you want to fight the Wolf King? Kid, dare to fight the Wolf King if you have the guts. I really don't want to die fast enough. Cut off your hands and feet and I'll make you happy. Otherwise, I'll put you on the stake and let the wolf eat you for a few days and nights before you die! ”

“Wolf King's rule...” Thousands of nights have gone by, and all the werewolves suddenly feel heavy, like a big stone. The weakest ones immediately stood unstable and were forced to kneel on the ground. The middle-aged werewolves also lagged behind for a moment before reacting, bursting into strength and regaining their ability to act.

Yet a thousand nights had passed by him, circling the scene and returning to him.

The middle-aged werewolf suddenly realized that his heart ached and then his weakness spread rapidly all over his body. He looked down and saw Dongyue break his heart by stabbing himself in the chest sometime. He didn't catch a thousand nights of motion, not even knowing how the sword stabbed himself.

Looking into his eyes for a thousand nights, he said literally: “Wolf King's rules don't work for me. ”

The middle-aged werewolf stared at you for a thousand nights and said harshly: "You wait, the Wolf King will never let you go. His guard... will be here shortly. At that time... is the end of you...”

The middle-aged werewolf was thrown out with a thump of his wrist and landed on an empty sharpening stake, where his body was penetrated and hung. The werewolf's vitality is tenacious, and even if his heart breaks, he can survive for days. But now, this advantage has become a source of endless suffering.

All the other werewolves have fallen long ago. The middle-aged werewolf is only a third class Viscount, and none of his men can stop a thousand nights of random blows. Thousands of nights have left a living creature, and after questioning it, it has been known roughly what happened before and after.

Wolf King didn't know how to find out that Gary was dead and sent his own personal guard in anger to look for clues around the area. The people in the town became the object of the Wraith of the Wolf King, all massacred and buried in Gary's company. Not only this town, within a hundred kilometres of each other, but also two towns, will be slaughtered.

After killing all the inhabitants of the town, the Wolf Guard left to continue the search for Gary's remains. Naturally, there is only one fate for the people they hit during the search.

And the Viscount left several of his men in town to see if there were any leaking fish shrimp, and it turned out that what came online was a man-eater shark.