Monarch of Evernight

Between Little Juggie and the native races, mercenaries quickly made judgements, such as wolves pouring out like tigers. The Black Armor War, commanded by the fury of the wind, will be green in the eyes, high in reputation and drink, as loud as thunder. But the mercenaries directly under the fury of the wind would listen to his orders. Those mercenary hunters who belonged to other mercenary regiments, even temporarily formed teams, would not listen to his dispatch at this time. They were all trying to take Juggie from the hands of the thousand nights. In their eyes, Thousand Nights is nothing but a lucky boy who happens to catch little Juggie.

Looking at mercenaries like wolves like tigers, the thousand nights were just laughing and watching them rush to the front. Occasionally, several nuclear bombs were shot at random for thousands of nights, like inadvertently shooting an annoying fly.

Most mercenaries see only Juggie, and have not noticed the astonishing move of steep hand firing a nuclear bomb at night. A handful of old spicy mercenaries were at the tip of their eyes, and when they saw the scene, their foreheads were sweating and they slowed down quietly.

As the mercenaries were rushing at full speed, suddenly there was a wave of ocean waves in their ears, and then irresistible pressure fell.

Most mercenaries suddenly fell to the ground, and a dense crack of bone sounded on their weak bodies. Even the most powerful mercenaries are barely supportive and cannot run.

But they didn't have to run, and the thousands of nights were like idle walks, passing through them softly, and the blood splattered between the flashes of the sword, and some of the strongest mercenaries turned into corpses first.

But after turning a blind eye, hundreds of mercenaries fell to the ground, which stunned the large group of mercenaries behind. But they stopped, but they didn't stop for a thousand nights. They crossed from the crowd in a few steps. Once the power of the sea was released, they immediately defeated another piece of mercenary.

These miscellaneous mercenaries, despite their large numbers, are quite ordinary in strength. Most people can't even breathe in the Thousand Nights domain. They had to break more or less bones and get seriously injured when they fell down, so they couldn't even do the knife for a thousand nights.

In the meantime, the black-armed commander with the fury of the wind has long been the target of his eyes.

The Black Armor kept beating his eyelids at this moment, staring at him for a thousand nights, one of his right hands raised, but he couldn't get down. He can't see the power of a thousand nights, but he can instantly release hundreds of people, even if it's just a handful of soldiers, and he can't do it.

Junior sits on the shoulder of a thousand nights like a moving treasure trove. Such temptations were difficult for him to resist in the past, but now there are only a thousand nights in his sight.

“Are you going to fight the fury of our wind?” Only when he shouted out did he find his voice dry and astringent. And the threat was never the style of wind rage, and it was the tradition of the mercenary corps that the blind ones were directly extinguished.

The Black Army war will be difficult at this moment, and there will be repeated struggles between war and flight. Thousands of mercenaries are still present, and hundreds of mercenaries directly under the fury of the wind, but the dead and wounded have told everyone that the number is useless in the face of the forces of the horrific realm of the thousand nights.

The Black Armor will fight a cold war when the eyes of the thousand nights fall on you like ice! Dangerous intuition has sent a clear and unambiguous signal, he has no hesitation, determination, escape!

But before he really escaped, he saw his hands wave and threw Junior over!

The Black Armor is going to be stunned. What's this all about? Are you saying that Thousand Nights wants to join the rage of the wind, so knock on the little guy as a brick?

This ridiculous idea was thrown out of the Nine Nights Cloud, and he suddenly found Junior had arrived very quickly and was still accelerating in the air. The Black Armor War will still feel unreal when Little Juggie wheels her little fist and smashes her head at him. A little guy like that can beat people up? If she hit herself so fast, would she just hit herself?

Yet when Junior's fist fell, a sharp whistle sounded in the air! The Black Armor War will be creepy. It is too late to evade at this moment, only to stretch out your arms. When his arm was thicker than Juggie's waist against her little fist, he only heard a bang and his arm bent over.

Little Chucky shouted softly and was very surprised that he didn't smash the guy in front of him. However, she had many tools and had weapons all over her body, hitting her next head.

Although the brain is the weakness of most lives, the Black Armor General, who has just broken an arm, can no longer believe his judgment at this moment. Instead of rushing forward, he accelerated his retreat while pressing Juggie's head with his good left hand, trying to take this little puppet shell aside with exquisite tactics.

Once again, however, he felt he had been kicked by a giant beast, and the whole man flew out, and a bite of blood had reached his throat, almost ejected.

Fortunately, Junior finally wiped out the situation and the distance between the two sides quickly widened.

The Black Armor will turn around and run, never dare to stop again. As for the thousands of mercenaries who are still fighting, they can only ask for blessings. The Black Army will also be counting on how much longer they can delay to give themselves enough time to escape.

Seeing the Black Armor War would quickly wander away from the battlefield, looking at him for a thousand nights, his running figure in his pupil, then raising his hand was a shot.

The Black Armor war will suddenly be as cold as ice water, and we will have to fight a cold war on our own. He looked back subconsciously and saw that the thousand nights were also looking at himself.

The Black Armor War will be in contact with the sight of a thousand nights, like being burned by fire, jumping to speed up the escape. He reacted unnecessarily uncomfortably, but unfortunately the moment he jumped, his body heaved like an invisible rope.

It was this moment of stagnation that kept him from catching up with a bullet. He tried his best to barely see the trajectory of the force ejection. It was a shocking shot, but it reassured him a little.

Thousands of nights do not seem to have a high level of force, and too fast a force bomb should have limited power according to common sense, which gives him a glimmer of hope for his life.

However, the bullet passed through his body almost without stopping, and his face instantly shifted from hopeful to appalling, watching his shoulders collapse completely with half his chest and his body almost cut in the middle.

With the eyes of the Thousand Nights Master and the Finger King's Handmade Long Gun, the 16th level Force was repaired to a 7th level defensive armor, the fierce character of the fury of the wind, and finally failed to escape and crashed on the battlefield.

Once the Black Armor is dead, the wind's angry morale instantly drops to the ice, and even the most determined team turns around and doesn't dare to fall in love again.

Shooting the Lord at night is unparalleled and unparalleled. Mercenaries only look at the results, regardless of the process, who cares if there's only 12 levels of force in a thousand nights? Small lives are their own, and the dead do not argue about the relationship between the rank of the Force and the true power of war.

The mercenaries of the neutral land were more werewolf, outdated and fierce, and as soon as the momentum passed away, they fled without hesitation.

At night, taking out the peanuts and shooting even a dozen more mercenaries, you will never see a mercenary in sight again. The backbone of wind rage is still halfway out. But the wind's anger will not tolerate this failure, nor will it gather, nor will it return to earth.

That's when the thousand nights wait.

While the mercenaries were fleeing, many were still killed with their native fighters, thus causing heavy losses, far more than at the hands of Thousand Nights. When the mercenaries fled completely, the native fighters rushed to the ground and the undead mercenaries. Hundreds more mercenaries were created by the power of the Thousand Nights. During these days, mercenaries and native fighters have long fought against life and death, and both sides have long since met and died.

As Gordo shouted vigorously, he stopped the native warriors. He came to the side of the thousand nights and gave a gift to the thousand nights, and said, "Great brave men, are these the fruits of your battle, can you transfer them to my people? I'm willing to pay the price, a sacred tree fruit. ”

He glanced at him at night and said, "To me, they don't seem worth a fruit. ”

Gordo looked steadfast, biting his teeth and hating: “Too many of my people died in the hands of these guys. The souls of the people will not rest until their blood is avenged. So it's worth paying more. ”

Nodded a thousand nights, "Okay, they can give it to you, but wait a minute, not now. ”

Gordo asked, “How long will it take? ”

“It won't be long, it should be ready before dark. ”

Gordo looked at the sky, it was not far from dusk, and it had always been dark in the black forest, and it would soon be dark.

And I looked up at the sky for a thousand nights, and I said, “You better cut off some branches and light some more torches, so you don't have to wait that long. ”

Gordo had a fog, but did as he was asked. The native race and the black forest are symbiotic, but the fury of the wind has cut down a large number of ancient trees in order to build the separation zone, and now the wood is processed slightly, which is countless good torches.

A moment of kung fu, thousands of torches lit just a little, the light of the bear brightened the vast battlefield like daylight, the instant, the place where the day slaughtered in the light of the fire seemed incredibly cold and sad.

A wooden stake was cut by hand at night and thrown on the ground, sitting in the middle of the battlefield, in the brightest spot, eyes closed, waiting quietly. Little Juggie climbed to her shoulder for a thousand nights, holding her chin with her little hand and waiting for something.

Both Gordo and the Native Warriors saw a fog, so it's unknown. Fortunately, they didn't wait long. At a time when the sky was just dark, people were boiling from afar, and the brigade of angry mercenaries poured out like a tide. When the mercenaries saw the fire from afar, they immediately adjusted their direction and rushed to the battlefield.

Gordo, this is so sudden. Why do you order so many torches for a thousand nights to illuminate yourself? The mercenaries who are afraid of the wind will not find them!

The mercenaries were stunned to see themselves sitting alone in the middle of the battlefield and breathing in their eyes for thousands of nights. This scene is unusual. The mercenaries in front of us stopped and the mercenaries in the back rushed forward, and the formation was a bit confusing. The captains were also stunned when they drank a few curses and squeezed in front of them.

Sitting there for thousands of nights, alone against thousands of armies, the momentum is as great as it sounds. Little Juggie, worth ten thousand gold, was on his shoulder, but nobody dared to take it.