Monarch of Evernight

Soon afterwards, two men were found hiding in the wilderness. Their hidden abilities are first-rate, but the fluctuations of the force cannot hide the horizons of a thousand nights.

The vice president, unaware that his whereabouts had been detected at night, made a gesture, hiding behind a hill with his men, waiting for a team of scouts. Looking at the colour, that should belong to the Wolf King's army, the three young werewolves filled with fierce vigilance and looking around.

The vice president was far more powerful than these werewolves, and he didn't even make a move. One of his subordinates solved the squad and then tortured him. Because of the distance, they didn't know what had been tortured, but the vice president's face was uncertain and obviously not very good news.

At this point, the vice president seemed to feel someone spying, turning his head suddenly and sweeping his eyes past the direction of a thousand nights. Thousands of nights the tattoos are immobile and converge. This distance far exceeds the sight of the average strong, and is clearly visible to those who have extraordinary vision at night. As long as the night stays still, the night equals a grain of sand in the distance for the vice president.

The vice president didn't see anything, sincerely, took out a telescope and swept it again. This telescope flashes a dark purple light and is clearly not a regular telescope.

This type of equipment has been seen thousands of nights ago. It specializes in detecting the reflections of lenses to capture each other's snipers, scouts, etc. in warfare. One is caught by accident. But at this moment of the thousand nights, there is no scope at all, relying entirely on one's own superior vision and far-sightedness, nature does not fear. Previously, scouting with a scope was just to pretend to mislead each other's judgment because they knew someone was behind them.

Again, the vice president, despite some reluctance, put away the detection binoculars, then killed each of the three werewolves, set a trap and left with his subordinates.

This is recognized as the Deputy Commander of the City Guard at this hour of the millennium, and it would appear to be a front to patrol this segment. Being cautioned as an outsider is normal.

As I was pondering whether to keep up, my heart suddenly moved and pounced to the side. He had just left his place, and a force sniper had landed in his original position, silently and silently punching a small hole in the ground.

At night, the gun came silent, and he felt it when the bullet approached him. And he's got a lot of power, which means he gets hit and gets hurt.

Turning back for a thousand nights, he looked in the direction of the bullet, but saw only a pale grey figure in the distance. He was like a distorted color, not to mention his appearance, not to mention his race. Once the man failed, he went far away. At this point, there was a sharp voice in the ears of the thousand nights: "That's pretty good, kid, let's play slowly. ”

The gray figure twisted and dissipated into the earth, not knowing what secret was used to completely disappear from the perception of a thousand nights.

Instead of going after him, he went back to his place and looked at the bullet hole.

The bullet hole is deep and the walls of the hole are smooth, but it does not feel hot to the touch, but rather has a cold, damp smell. Obviously, this man's power attributes are unusually weird. Being able to silently approach and snipe opponents for thousands of nights, the last is Aiden, and Aiden in the misty forest.

It seems that the Wolf King and the Spider Emperor are not easy to deal with. They all secretly send strong infiltrators. I'm afraid the shooting would have been seriously injured if it had been replaced by someone else.

Instead of following the vice president further or further away, he stayed in place, subdued his breath and waited for the night to turn thick. The creepy killer probably didn't expect to leave for a thousand nights, and if he had to come back to inspect the scene, the thousand nights wouldn't mind giving him a surprise.

Until midnight, the killer didn't show up. It's only a thousand nights before you get up, you pick a direction, you dive carefully.

There was a sudden wave of strong force coming from afar, and it was clear that the strong were fighting over there. Speed up footsteps and quickly approach the battlefield. And if there were a righteous man, the night would not be niggardly enough to help. The battle is weak in Port City, and it is necessary to preserve as much strength as possible.

When you climb to the top of the mountain, the scene of battle in front of you exceeds the expectations of a thousand nights. Several strong men led dozens of fighters into battles, fighting to the death.

Having followed the vice president for thousands of nights, he alone held one and two of the other counts in his arms and was extremely fierce, albeit in the downwind. And his subordinate fought a third class Viscount, and had beaten each other to no avail. On the outskirts of the war, dozens of high-ranking fighters on both sides are also fighting in blood, hoping to wipe out their opponents and help those who are already strong.

On the battlefield, Lingang City is still slightly upwind, so long as the subordinate can defeat the opponent and share another opponent with the vice president, there is a chance of winning all. Of course, the other party is not a fool, and will definitely leave early.

Hide the breath for a thousand nights and slowly approach the battlefield. And he suddenly felt a little bit of a fluctuation in the force not far away. In a fierce war, this fluctuation of the force is extremely easy to ignore, but the smell is remembered by the thousand nights, not long ago, when this man almost snuck up on the thousand nights.

It was extremely concealed, and had it not been for the inevitable leakage of breath before the shooting, it would not have been detected at all at night.

At this moment when it is decided to turn the battlefield, the moment of the thousand nights, the moment when it is decided to stop, hurls towards the assassin!

This burst took a thousand nights of full force, fast lightning, hundreds of meters away, when the killer's nuclear bullet just left the chamber, wrapped around a dark grey atmosphere, and fired into the battlefield.

At this point, he finally revealed a bit of shape, almost personal, but still appeared to be a large group of grey-white distorted pigments.

Yet he was about to get his hands on the punch and suddenly appeared in front of a thousand nights, like a knight in an old era novel, wearing a dark black heavy armor, with only a fine stitch in his eyes. The strange knight stood in front of the thousand nights and drank: "No shields broken! ”

He pulled out a Force Shield with one hand, and the thick and numb lines on it were already substantial, obviously with extraordinary defense.

In a hurry, he raised Choi Yuanhai's gifted force gun for thousands of nights, one shot was fired, and the huge backseat force made his impulse a one. A large fireball was ejected from the mouth of the force gun, which hit the knight's Force Shield hard.

With a blast, the Heavy Armor Knight also took a step back. The Force Shield in his hand became blind and dark. He was on the verge of collapse, but took a thousand shots at night, and this shield didn't break.

His pupils narrowed at night, knowing that the knight, like Wei Futian, was a professional defense. Wei Baotian had at least some offensive moves. He seemed to put his secrets, equipment and gifted skills on the defense. That secret name doesn't break the shield. It's exaggerated, but it hasn't been broken.

The knight was obviously also struck by the attack power of the thousand nights. He looked at the indefinite shield in his hand and wondered what was in his mind.

At this time, the shadow of the gray shadow had also risen. Although he could not see his eyes, he could see that he was staring closely at the thousand nights. His invisible eyes were like a sharp thorn, and his skin was tingling slightly for thousands of nights.

Thousand Night Hearts are fearless, the two have complementary abilities, one is good at assassinations, one is good at defense, and when they go together, they multiply in power. Thousands of nights estimate that they are all in the 12th grade or so, but they are extremely capable and very difficult to deal with. If you don't play cards, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to keep them. But in front of others, the thousand nights do not want to reveal too much strength. After all, the Great War has only just begun. It is not a battle of hatred for the thousand nights, it is just a mercenary to make money.

The two bizarre killers across the street also seemed to be worried about the difficulties of the thousand nights and did not continue to push. And the other end of the battlefield was still hanging, and the grey shadow came at night, and the shot fell empty.

The two killers looked at each other and slowly retreated, pointing their fingers behind the back of the thousand nights. Thousands of nights understood what they meant, nodded and retreated. Both sides opened their eyes and hid.

There were heavy casualties on the battlefield at this moment, but the wounded were all fighters, while the strong on both sides suffered only minor injuries. They also perceived changes on this side, with no intention of fighting again, tacitly stopping and leaving the battlefield with those who were still alive. As for the bodies and those seriously injured who could not walk, they were left behind.

Thousands of nights in the distance, heavy in my heart. In the Empire, tradition in the military is to retrieve the remains of colleagues as much as possible. And at night, because of family lineage, a tribe also attaches considerable importance to the human remains. But here, and especially now, there is no extra force to move the body, nor is there enough means to depress the smell of the body. It is easy to get halfway down the road with the remains.

He stood quietly at night, holding his breath like a stone in the desert.

Some shadows appeared on the distant horizon, quickly approaching. A werewolf in the team raised his head and smelled the smell of the wind. He turned back and shouted, accelerating towards the battlefield. But those behind him slowed down and formed a battle formation, approaching with caution.

This team has a Wolf King crest on it. About a hundred people, there are three Viscounts, obviously an elite hunting team. First, the werewolves who arrived at the battlefield looked at the bodies all over the ground and looked around. Waving one finger to the left and right, several werewolves each rushed to the distance and went forward to be vigilant.

The werewolf quickly walked around the battlefield, smelling the smell from time to time, looking for something. A moment later, he made a low conscious growl, and dozens of people walked in, each carrying a body or even several bodies, and quickly left. The werewolf himself led more than a dozen elite warriors around.

If it's in the fog forest, such a team will eat it all night. But now, despite the ups and downs around us, the whole thing is still very empty. You know, killers like Grey Shadow are dangerous when they get tangled up.