Monarch of Evernight

Tall native martial artists have a long story to tell, but the thousand nights don't understand what he's talking about. Looking at him with anxiety and pointing at Juggie from time to time, it was obviously related to Juggie. Do you think these native races have a crush on Juggie?

Only then did the warriors of the native race gradually regain their vitality, leapfrogging into ancient trees, occupying high positions, pointing weapons at thousands of nights, and constantly roaring threatening lowlands in their throats.

A thousand nights of glances and another sneer. If these native races also want to rob Juggie, of course he will not be merciful and will not mind sending them along with the furious mercenaries.

The Tall Warrior saw the killings in the eyes of the thousand nights, suddenly shocked, and took a step back, lifting his left hand high, indicating that all the native warriors lay down their weapons.

And then Juggie pulled a thousand nights, and she said, "He means don't hurt me. Ask me what you want. ”

A thousand nights is strange, “Do you understand them? ”

“Understand, mostly guessing.” Junior, of course.

Thousands of nights are silent, and the words of these native races may mean pleading or threatening.

Ignoring the native warriors, he asked the little one, "Have you been with them all these days? ”

“The first day I got here, I met some people, and one of them hateful guys said some weird things to me and wanted to sleep with me. I didn't like him very much, of course I refused, but he tried to catch me. I was so bored, I killed them all. And then they met these people, and they said they had been living here. ”

“Did they do anything to you? ”

Junior thought seriously, "The big guy seemed to like me, said a lot of things I didn't understand, and somehow he could understand a little. I don't hate them. The big guy later brought me a tree fruit and it looked delicious, better than the barbecue I used to eat. After eating, I became very sleepy, and when I woke up, I saw them fighting. ”

Heard here, the face of the thousand nights eased a lot. At least these native races have no malice towards Junior. The little guy thinks it's delicious, mostly not about flavors, but about how much energy there is. Those fruits make her feel better than the meat of the beast, indicating that its energy is still on the meat of the beast, which is not easy to find.

And the little guy is naturally sensitive, and if these native fighters malicious to her, then she will also feel something accordingly, showing that it is disgusting in her heart, and could kill her.

Tall martial artists saw the thousands of nights of killing faded and relieved their breath, and then even Bibi said, indicating that he would take Little Juggie with them for thousands of nights.

“He said there were a lot of these guys out there, we couldn't fight. Let's go with him and find a way into the heart of the forest.

Thousands of nights patting the little guy's head and saying, "Tell them I'm not leaving. ”

“We're not leaving.” The little guy turned around and shouted.

A thousand nights of crying, Junior will listen to the native race, but won't say a word. She said it in Imperial language. How do they understand it?

Then the great warrior thought about removing a leaf and sticking it on his forehead. As the leaves began to glow, and the halos covered the thousand nights and the little Juggie, the voice of the great warrior was sounded in the thousand nights consciousness. He still speaks his own language, but this time all of a sudden he understood what he meant.

“Junior... is Junior your daughter? Don't hurt her. There are many bloody invaders out there, and we have to find a way to bypass them, or fight them out and go deep into the forest so that our warriors can get more protection from the forest and defeat these invaders. ”

“No need.”

“They have powerful men! And they're cutting off the power of the forest, and my people can't fully exploit their power!” Tall warriors rush.

“Thank you for taking care of Juggie for me. I can take care of them.” Thousands of nights patting the little guy's head and walking out.

“Wait, you can't take her away!” Tall martial artists stopped thousands of nights.

She glanced at him at night and said faintly: "She was my daughter. Why can't I take her? You saw what happened to the person who dared to hurt her. Do you want to be like them? ”

"No, you're mistaken," said the great warrior. Juggie fits very well with our holy tree, so I hope she stays, which is very good for her growth. ”

“Something to do with what you feed her? ”

“It is the fruit of the Holy Tree, and it plays an incredible role in empowering. Every sacred tree fruit creates an extraordinary warrior. But Holy Tree Fruit lifted her far beyond what she deserved and even beyond some of the greatest braves in our nation's history. So I think that she is the Son of the Holy Tree, the divine people that this world has given to my people. ”

So that's it. Thousands of nights have finally understood why these native races value Juggie so much. It just makes people laugh when they identify Juggie as the son of the Holy Tree. Junior Juggie Ming is the descendant of Count Stuka, a spider demon, who later absorbed thousands of nights of blood to grow, from the point of view of blood, or even part of a thousand nights of blood. Either way, she had nothing to do with the Holy Tree.

Juggie's talent is stunning and she is in her infancy growing fast, naturally energy-sensitive. The fruit of the holy tree is more effective on her and righteous.

Thinking of this, Thousand Nights asks: "Have many of your people taken the fruit of the Holy Tree? ”

The great warrior shook his head, “The fruits of the holy tree are very precious and yield very little each year. Warriors from several tribes, including ours, gather under the holy tree during the harvest season to fight to determine the fruits of the holy tree that can be shared among the tribes. ”

Speaking of which, as soon as the great warrior slapped his chest, he said proudly: "I have eaten the fruit of the holy tree! Thus qualified as a trainee samurai. ”

All who can eat the fruits of the Holy Tree are famous warriors of the native race, and therefore the great warriors seem very proud. However, he immediately remembered that there was little power to fight back in front of the thousand nights, and that not only himself, the fighters in the entire army were defeated by the thousand nights in one light, so the surge immediately returned.

He would feed the holy tree fruit to Juggie, which looks really good for the little guy. So the face softened again, and she said, "She's still coming with me. Also, thank you for the Holy Tree Fruit, my name is Thousand Nights, and I will return it to you if I get a chance later. ”

“My name is Gordo, and I am a trainee saint of the Yangtze tribe. Since you have to take her away, I certainly won't stop her. But I hope that if I get a chance to meet my people's holy tree sacrifice, it will be very rewarding. ”

“I'll think about it. ”

Seeing the promise of Thousand Nights, Gordo's face was luscious, and he took out another leather bag, which contained three leaves, and said, "This is the leaf of the Holy Tree, which allows you to communicate with my people. Plus, as long as you're in the forest, stimulate the power in the leaves, I'll know you're here. And be sure to protect her. ”

Gordo couldn't help but look at Junior and take the warrior away.

When they walked away, they touched the little guy's head at night and asked, "Have they never seen you fight? ”

“Yeah, they said I was young and scared bad people would hurt me. ”

He nodded at night, and his heart truly did. Gordo had no idea how horrible Little Juggie's power was. Otherwise, as long as she was released, the fury of the wind would only hurt her if the stronger than the Viscount were fought. Gordo would have been able to repel the fury of the wind long ago by plotting next to him.

“Let's go, let's go home. ”

“Home? Do we have a new home? ”

“Of course!”

Junior cheered and climbed onto her shoulder for a thousand nights, sitting there.

Moving forward for thousands of nights, it soon entered the battlefield of the blockade line. The mercenaries were not in a very good position at the moment, barely maintaining the belt free from attack. On the battlefield, Gordo roamed like a ghost, killing and wounding mercenaries everywhere. Instead of walking away, he killed the cordon line battlefield and tried to open the siege of wind rage.

The joining of this Vitality Army put a heavy strain on the mercenary side, who retreated and could barely sustain the line of defence without collapsing.

The spirit of Gordo was vibrating, shouting out loud, and the invisible sound waves swung in all directions. The mercenaries were dizzy and some even fell down. The native warriors were exhilarating. They were brilliant, and their fighting power improved.

Gordo's roar of war, which weakened his opponents and played a huge role, promptly further inclined the battlefield toward the native race. The mercenaries had retreated to the area of separation, and the fighters who had been harvesting wood had taken up arms and joined the battlefield.

The native warrior's morale has increased and his offense has intensified. Few ancient trees have been used to evade enemy offenses or bypass them. Many of the hidden fighters have also emerged, attacking with all their might, hoping to crush the mercenaries, cross the separation zone and return to the vast black forest.

Seeing this scene, the mind shook its head in the dark. Gordo is still too naive. How is it possible to break the defensive line so easily without leaving behind the tactical level previously demonstrated by the fury of the wind? Gordo is a brave warrior, but not a good general.

Indeed, a loud laugh suddenly broke out in the rage front of the wind, and a mercenary in black armor came out and drank: “Finally, it has drawn all of you native ghosts out! Attack!”

Several fireworks swung up into the sky and suddenly shouted like a tidal shout, countless mercenaries were quickly approaching, creating a siege in the blink of an eye.

Gordo was shocked that more than half the tribal fighters were here, and if they were surrounded by mercenaries, none of the internal tribes would be able to regain their vitality for more than a decade.

Yet the formidable formation of the mercenaries suddenly erupted into unrest, and many mercenaries who were supposed to cover the back roads of the native fighters suddenly stopped and rushed in the other direction.

It's because of Thousand Nights and Juggie's appearance.

Nobody knows Thousand Nights, but all the mercenaries know Juggie. Little guys are the driving force behind the southern wilderness. Her sweet little face, like a pile of bounty coins.

How much is a primitive soldier worth?