Monarch of Evernight

The hillsides of the deserted mountains suddenly burst with dirt and stones, disguised as exhausted, revealing deep caves. Thousands of nights out of the cave, the face is a little pale, the eyes are deeply trapped, obviously a state of exhaustion, yet the whole person adds a temper and palpitations.

After seeing the sun and the night, his eyes were slightly squinted and he adapted to the light of the outside world for a moment. He stood tall, overlooking the wilderness, endless mountains, laughing and feeling endlessly comfortable.

For a thousand nights, these seven days have yielded tremendous gains, not because of tactics, but because he has seen the realm that God will follow. There will be no few gods who have come into contact with the past thousand nights, such as Zhao Xuanjie and Zhao Weihuang, whose true strength is still above the Wolf King. However, it is not a real struggle between life and death, and the experience is a poor one.

Now, in a thousand eyes, the world is really different, more hierarchical, more subtle in color, and many, many details seem to be within reach. All things respond more or less to perceived extensions.

Force is the foundation of the world, and in every thing there are forces of different nature, just more and less, and they exist in different forms. What is perceived at night is the power hidden in all things.

Being able to perceive the power of the world is the foundation of control, and that is the step, and I don't know how many heroes have stuck in the past.

At this moment of the thousand nights, neither the Force nor the Blood Gas has grown, unlike in the past. On the other hand, however, the control of power is to enter new boundaries.

With these seven days, it's only a thousand nights before some understanding. Night eyes are not the blood of the counts of the district, so why is there so much power in the shooting room?

After releasing the turbidity of many days of savings, head straight to a nearby town for a meal. The fact that the water had not dripped for seven days was also a considerable burden on his body. Easy enough to eat and drink, after a thousand nights of inquiring about the surrounding city distribution, he left town.

Half a day later, on the edge of a city 100 miles away, a floating boat slowly ascended towards the city of Tide. It is not far from the ancient Battle Castle of Totem, home of the Wolf King, and the central city that controls a vast area. Now instead of rushing to find Ji Rui to settle the bill, we intend to give Wolf Wang another harsh note.

This is where neutrality, even an exchange of interests, is based on reciprocal power. There will never be a day of tranquillity without beating the enemy to death. Ji Rui made a number of third-party betrayal deals. In other words, he made a choice between Thousand Nights and the other party. The root cause was that he felt that Thousand Nights was just not strong enough.

Killing more mercenaries, crippling the rage of the wind, and only making the night famous in the middle and lower levels. The true power is in the hands of the mighty. Ji Rui, relying on the source of the left and right, divided a cup of spoon in it, seemed to be the scenery, but in fact, it was like building a city on the sand, and it collapsed upon the touch.

Wolf King came to the door to kill Thousand Nights, and he had to come from. That is sadness without hard power.

After living in a neutral place for so long, thousands of nights also understand how to survive here, and understand the nature of Ji Rui Wallgrass. Instead, such a person can be used in the future, so long as he is strong enough, he will not have a second heart. Of course, if one day a thousand nights falls into the altar, the first person to bite back is someone like Kira.

And now, Thousand Nights thinks it's time to make the Wolf King number feel painful.

The East Seaside offers endless beaches of soothing sand, mountain cliffs and mountain cliffs.

Wolf King's ancient Battle Castle of Totem was built on a cliff, on the East Sea, and the atmosphere was extraordinary. The ancient Battle Fortress of Totem is not far from the core city of the East China Sea to listen to the tidal city, and the fortress is repaired here, but it also stands high to protect it.

Werewolves predominate in the ancient Battlecastle of Totem, and most of the people travelling are hard-working and clean chores. In this castle, the most painful and tiring work is entrusted to the people. The battlefield is very dangerous and difficult to get up and down. If you don't take a floating boat, it takes half a day for ordinary people to get down the mountain. No one who works in a fortress is allowed to leave the fort and has in fact become a slave.

At this moment, the night falls low, the sky leads to the clouds, and the clouds almost touch the top of the castle. Beneath the cliff, the tumultuous tide slammed the cliff, thundering, and the waves can sometimes spill over 100 metres.

On nights like this, the power of heaven and earth, even the ancient Battlefort of Totem, does not seem so strong.

Towards midnight, the wind began to rise. The thunderbolts of the tide were flooded with heaven and earth, and the waves were higher than waves, forcing the castle foremen to raise their voices to eight degrees in order to be heard.

The lights shake dimly in the castle and can only illuminate some corners and squares. Much of the area is covered in suffocating darkness, with dusk lights emanating from narrow windows that do not illuminate anything at all, making people feel exceptionally cold and desperate.

On one side of the mountain wall, standing for thousands of nights. This place is as tall as the castle lobby of the ancient Totem, so that most of the battle castles can be collected from the eye.

At this moment, the stormy wind occasionally brings some rubble, such as a flying knife, from the mountain walls, and once it hits a man, it breaks his head and bleeds.

Thousands of nights have been standing here for two hours, observing the topography and personnel distribution of the ancient Battlefort of Tutten. The clandestine light behind the castle's main hall caught the attention of thousands of nights. The size of the campfire is absolutely immense, being able to light up the castle's main hall in this stormy weather.

Werewolves are an ancestral and traditional race, and there are still many Werewolves who defy things like floating boats, force arrays, and so on. In the tradition of werewolves, totem flames have always occupied a very important place. In the past thousand nights of imperial warfare, we've been dealing with werewolves so much that at first glance of the fire, it felt like it should be a very important place.

Lower your body for thousands of nights, jumping dozens of meters, flying over a cliff and landing on another mountain peak. As soon as the whistling wind approached his body, it split into two parts, flowing around the thousand nights before continuing to whistle forward. In the storm, a thousand nights are like a tailfish, moving elegantly and vibrantly forward.

This is the harvest of a thousand nights over the past seven days, without the need to use fields or even a lot of force, which has allowed the surrounding environment to be used and create favourable conditions.

Flying through the night, it circled behind the fortress and stood at the top of the tower tower.

The tower is built on the tip of the sea, with cliffs on both sides. Perhaps one does not think that one can come from this position, and the werewolf guards in the outpost owe heaven to look at the sea without skill.

The night is already dark, the clouds are overwhelmed, and there is chaos in the East China Sea. This werewolf is just going to look harder and can't see anything.

The werewolf guard stood atop his head for a thousand nights, but he was awake, struggling hard and sleepy.

At this moment of the thousand nights we are looking at the backyard of the fortress, a corner of which is a protruding mountain stone, up to 100 meters high, which naturally becomes a barrier. There was a depression beneath the rock, which lit a flame of bears, and the two werewolves were carrying two pots of black stone, falling cautiously into the fire.

When the black stone caught fire, the fire immediately burned for a few minutes, and then smelled a faint fragrance over the thousands of nights, suddenly one of the heads was clear. Looks like those two basins of black stone are specially made and not ordinary fuel.

On the mountain, a ribbon is tied, and behind the flame is a totem column, with a bloody wolf head at the top of the mouth.

This is the totem of the Lycan tribe. The flame is the totem fire for the sacrifice. As long as the tribe exists, the totem fire cannot be extinguished. When the tribe migrates, the tribe's grand sacrifice will preserve the spark of totem fire until it reaches its new habitat before it burns again.

Before the totem fire, an elderly werewolf crawled, naked, covered with blue-red stripes on his body, the wooden cane in his right hand was set with Sensen's skull and sharp teeth, full of rough and pristine sensations, but hidden in the barbarity.

The elderly werewolves breathe through the Marquis, but the white hair and dry skin show a resemblance of aging. The strong men of the dark races are basically able to maintain their appearance in the midst of the year, showing that old age is often near the end of life.

Based on years of knowledge of werewolves, it was concluded at night that most of the elderly werewolves were the great sacrifices of this tribe. And from the fact that Totem can be arranged at the top of the entire battlefield, it can be seen that the Wolf King belongs mostly to this tribe.

With his eyes slightly squinted at night, he crossed one step into the tower like a ghost and reached over the neck of the werewolf guard, breaking his neck bone with a little force.

The werewolf warrior didn't even hum and fell soft. Throughout the night, he stripped his coat off and put it on, lowered the guard tower and walked toward the totem.

The Great Lycan Sacrifice is lying on the ground, humming an ancient and cool tune, carrying out the ritual of ancestral communication. It is said that the cultivation of the great sacrifice is truly capable of hearing the ancestors' voices, being guided and even, at critical times, protected by their ancestors, which has led to a surge in fighting power.

Tonight's grand sacrifice is taking place at an extremely important ceremony, which lasts for hours alone in communicating with our ancestors. The ceremony will use the power of the tribal ancestors to remove the hidden dangers from the body of the Wolf King.

There are dozens of werewolf warrior guards in the backyard of the fortress, and from time to time a patrol of guards walks by the edge of the square. At this time, a werewolf warrior stuck in the shadow of the wall and walked to the high sacrifice before the totem.

The ceremony has been going on for hours, and it's also a pain for raw, irritable werewolves. So while many werewolf warriors are still standing there, their eyes are somewhat distracted. This is an ancient Totem Battle Castle. Since its inception, there has been no foreign invasion. No wonder the werewolves are lax.

But at last, someone discovered the anomaly. A jazz captain of the Lycan Guard stared at a Lycan warrior and drank: "Who are you? How come I don't know you? ”

The noise broke off and only a few guards were alerted. The wind was so loud.

These werewolves looked up and found the suspicious werewolf standing at the base of the wall. At this time, he was only 50 meters from the location of the high sacrifice.

Many werewolves have not turned their brains yet, still wondering who this werewolf really is. Thousands of nights have taken out the twin flowers, pointing at the heart of the great sacrifice of the werewolves!

“Stop!! ”

A thunderous roar over the ancient Battle Castle of Totem!