Monarch of Evernight

The night passes and the thousand nights are packed and ready to begin the hunting tour.

Choi Yuanhai walked out of his cabin and threw a huge force gun at Thousand Nights, saying: "This is a special environment, ordinary force guns can't play their part. So I made a handful these days, barely count to level seven, you take it first. It's not very comfortable to use, but it's better than nothing. ”

The old man gave a thousand nights a product full of violent aesthetics, the muzzle was so thick that it could be stuffed into a fist, and the barrel was a finger thick. The barrels are made of forged steel and are engraved with force arrays. It's just that the pattern on the array is so fatal that the array of forces that are all over the gun's body only functions like the basic pieces in a Grade 5 force gun.

The mechanical structure of the barrel is pristine and simple, the loading and unloading shells are all manual and have no auxiliary function at all. Each piece is chunky and sturdy, so you don't have to worry about damage even if you use it as a hammer.

The overall design of this primitive gun is quite primitive, with a thousand nights estimated to be at least three or four hundred years old. But it is only such a barbaric design that it can be used freely in a neutral place. Precision force arrays, without special protection, cannot withstand the erosion of the void force at all and will be scrapped in no time. Premium colors like Shadow Carols offer a discount on power even if they are resistant to erosion due to expensive materials.

Perhaps in a neutral place, there are only ten great guns that can fully play their part.

The old man moved out of a wooden box and said, “This is a bullet for the gun. ”

Open the crate for a thousand nights and look inside, there are rows of nuclear solid bullets. Faced with a force bullet the size of a grenade, there was a sense of crying at night. Perhaps Zhao Yuxue would have loved the gun.

The shortcomings of the gun are also evident, and in addition to the inconvenience of operation and carrying difficulties, the range is quite limited, just over 100 metres. Choi Yuanhai's additional array of forces are all powerful, without considering the range and precision. But a hundred meters or so doesn't need any precision, with a thousand nights of projection, it doesn't mean where to hit.

As a result of the tremendous pursuit of power, the gun's lethality exceeded that of Zhao Yuxue's Kaishan. And the closer you get, the more powerful you are.

“Give it a name.” Thousand Nights.

Choi Yuanhai shook his head, “Never! How could I have built something like this if it weren't in this damn place? This is going to get out, and my whole life's reputation is ruined. ”

Thousands of nights were not forced. At this time, the eyes drove the floating boat back from the town. Thousands of nights helped the elderly load their luggage into the floating boat, and then put in the equipment they needed, as well as specialties such as wood and gold screws. When he was ready, Choi Yuanhai took off in a floating boat and gradually went away.

“Is he gonna be all right over there?” Night eyes are a little worried.

“Hope not. After all, there are Xue family forces on the side of Port City. The old man will greet the Xue family first this time. If those two guys are smart enough, they should know to take care of the old man for us. ”

“The Wolf King's side could probably find out that Gary's death was related to the Xue family, and that they were only descendants and had limited influence on family decisions. If the Wolf King had really targeted the Xue family, they might have thrown those two boys to save their lives. ”

He looked at his eyes and said, "Wow! ”

Night eyes whitened for a thousand nights, “Well, the general history of the Empire is not for nothing. ”

Looking at his eyes, Thousand Nightclubs felt a little wrong, but he couldn't say it. Until Night Eyes covered his mouth and smiled softly, “What, you don't think it's that easy to cheat?” Thousands of nights are suddenly enlightened.

Night vision has been slowly recovering from physical and soul trauma most of the time since it was taken from the army. Thousands of nights are accustomed to her weakness, to putting everything to herself, and even to her covert fears when faced with Schrödin.

For some time now, it has been forgotten that the Night Eyes were the princess of the Monroe clan, and that talent may surpass the native species of Edward the Son. The princess of blood is not just noble in her identity and blood. They must prove themselves in promotion and in action in order to be accorded the status accordingly.

Even though some protection is needed during the initial growth phase, it will not be in captivity and the ancient clans will arrange suitable enemies for sharpening. Night Eyes was introduced to the Ro clan at the beginning of the year and was soon sent to the battlefield. Although it is a protective experience, night vision proves itself at a remarkable rate of advancement.

And at the level of Son Edward, there is no protection, and there is a need to stand alone on the battlefield until one side can be defeated.

None of the famous geniuses of the Dark Race are simple, and night vision is no exception.

With this in mind, there is an indescribable feeling in his mind. He would rather have his eyes always weak, little girl in need of protection. Unfortunately, it is only a good wish.

Thousands of nights suddenly think of what Song Zining once said, “Never find too smart a woman to cheat on. ”

It seems that the Seven Fewer is also an empirical story.

When everything is ready, night and night eyes go through the black forest and straight into town. The Viscount of the Werewolf and the Coyote were all slaughtered by a thousand nights, counting the time, the Wolf King Guard should also have noticed something wrong and discovered that the town had changed.

Complex terrain such as small towns is the most beneficial battlefield for thousands of nights and night eyes.

At this moment, in the town square, an elderly werewolf who could not straighten his waist stood in front of a wooden stake stuck in the Viscount of the Werewolf. His gray hair was trimmed with three feathers, and the wooden wand in his hand looked like a common branch, although it was wrapped with some colored cloth.

If anyone is familiar with the history of everlasting nights, it can be seen that the elderly werewolves are the costumes of the ancient Lycan tribe 10,000 years ago. Only those with a certain place and prestige in the tribe can decorate their hair with feathers. The higher the number of feathers, the higher the status. Three feathers, indicating that the elderly werewolf is at least one elder in the tribe.

At this time, the Viscount of the Lycans had just swallowed his breath, and only at the last minute he could see the last face of the Lycan elderly.

The wooden staff of the elderly werewolf swung, and the light flowed out of the lane and into the body of the Viscount of the Werewolf. Those colorful lights were amazing and gave life to the Viscount's body again. The Viscount moved, barely raising his head and opening his eyes. But his eyes were confused, and his throat was howling, and he couldn't speak. Obviously, although his physical vitality has returned, his consciousness has disappeared.

The elderly werewolf retrieved his wooden cane. At this moment, he was sweating on his forehead, and the wrinkles on his face became a little deeper. Looking at the corpse of the Viscount of the Werewolf, he loathed a staff and scolded: "Useless things! ”

Werewolves' resilience is to crush them and sustain them for quite some time. Wearing this Werewolf Viscount on a stake for thousands of nights is a punishment for torturing it to send a message to the Wolf Guard.

I just didn't expect him to suffer, lose his will to survive, and die without support. Inbearable suffering is typical of cowardice in the eyes of a warrior werewolf.

Then a werewolf warrior came over, handed a plank to the elder, and said, "We found this on the roof. It is inserted in the original battle flag position and may be a… symbol? ”

Elder Werewolf took a look at the boards and drew a simple X on it, couldn't help but say: “What is this? ”

“It should be a flag, totem, or logo. You see, we also found these. ”

The werewolf warriors brought back some shredded wooden boards, which they had roughly put back together, showing all sorts of strange symbols and symbols engraved on them. These shredded boards are exactly the same shape as the boards that were stuck on the roof, so they guessed it might be an alternative flag.

The elder werewolf looked closely for half a day before saying, "How ugly! Now that we've found these, you didn't search for this man's whereabouts? ”

The werewolf warriors whispered: "He leaves little odor, and the blood here is too heavy to interfere with our perceptions. Besides, it's too close to the Black Forest. ”

“Useless stuff!” The elder werewolf cursed again. But he also knows that the land of neutrality is different from the continent and has a great influence on the olfactory sense of werewolves. Especially the Black Forest, which is a nightmare for werewolves.

Even the most scented werewolves can smell nothing but the smell of the forest. And if the Black Forest were attacked, it would give off a very exciting scent. This gas has no effect on the thousands of nights, but for extremely sensitive werewolves, it is the smell of the devil. Weak werewolves smell it for a while, even their noses will be irritated with redness, and they will not fade for days and suffer.

So the werewolf elders, in spite of their anger, couldn't come up with any good ideas. You can only order the werewolf warriors to keep searching, even if you turn the whole town upside down, to find clues.

A werewolf warrior walked into the house with a machete and kicked open the door in front of him, looking around. As soon as he entered the door, the stench poured on him and he fought a cold war. He couldn't help but cover his nose. It was this divine kung fu that suddenly cooled behind him and a blood-sucking blade had stabbed him in the heart.

The werewolf warrior fell silently and silently, and his blood was plundered by a blood sucking blade, not even screaming. Behind him, a thousand nights appeared like ghosts, leaving the house and hiding the door.

Dozens of werewolf warriors have dispersed and searched the town completely. Werewolf elders are walking around in Central Square. He was unnamed and restless, and it seemed that something bad was about to happen. But he's too old to ever have a keen instinct that starts to slow down.

At this moment, in a corner he didn't notice, a gunshot hidden in the shadows was following his movements, slowly moving.