Monarch of Evernight

In the ancient Battle Fortress of Totem, people everywhere killed, walking back and forth dared not breathe atmosphere, only to fly to the scourge. In the past few days, even the Great Sacrifice has been replaced by two, and the rest of the tribe is in danger.

Built on a hilltop cliff, the fortress is a landmark. Originally, the walls facing the East Sea were unguarded, but since the thousand nights of killing the former high priest and leaping into the East Sea and fleeing, several turrets have been erected on this side, with patrols and defenses day and night.

Deep beneath the battlefield, it's a deep dungeon. The excavation is deep, even beyond the height of the main fort. The two werewolves wore prison warden costumes and went down along a wet and cold passage. The werewolves were not afraid of the cold, but were deeply averse to the humidity, as they walked and whispered about the weather.

There is only one force lamp at every distance in the channel, and the dim lights illuminate only a few metres in square circles, most of which are hidden in the dark.

Both werewolves have a glowing green light in their eyes, and only when night vision is turned on will they be able to walk unhindered in such passages.

The passage finally reached its end, with two tall and heavy black iron gates in front of them. A werewolf came forward and slapped the door hard. A moment later, a small window was opened on the door. A werewolf looked at them for a while and sniffed them hard before closing the window. After a moment, the door slowly opened.

As the gate opened, a shady wind blended with rotten odors, humidity and shady chills swept through the door. Despite coming to the dungeon more than once, the two werewolves fought a cold war and rushed to cover their noses. This taste is extremely lethal to the fragile and sensitive olfactory sensation of werewolves.

As soon as the two werewolves entered the door, several rushed up and searched them from the beginning. One of them said, "Don't be so serious. How many times have we been here? ”

The werewolf guard at the door said: "I can't help it. These days are special. Didn't you close the guy inside? If it doesn't work, if it finds out, we're all screwed. ”

The food boxes brought by the two werewolves were also carefully checked and the seal on them was intact before being returned to them.

After entering the gate and passing through a corridor, a hall appeared in front of it. Bear flames illuminated the hall, dozens of different pieces of equipment were placed in various parts of the hall, the ground and walls were covered with dry, dark blood stains, and several bodies hung on the walls, motionless.

On both sides of the hall, there are rows of cells and a separate row of cells. Even the werewolves, famous for their cruel nature, cannot help but be warriors at this moment.

Two werewolves quickly crossed the hall and turned down in the staircase at the end.

Under the criminal chamber, the first floor is full of cells, some full of prisoners, some empty, others lying still, not knowing if they are dead or alive.

The tunnel is filled with the smell of rotting blood, and the wind continues to blow from the depths of the underground. The two werewolves circled all the way down, not knowing how long they had gone, and finally ended up.

At the end of the tunnel, the air becomes refreshing and the wind smells like sea breezes. After a long smell of decay deep in the dungeon, the smell of the sea at this moment is like being in a fairy state, refreshing the heart and spleen.

The deepest part of the dungeon, on the other hand, became tall and spacious. Here, the lights were lit, the lights were soft and stable, and the upper cell was filled with burning grease torches, which burned with intense flue gas, choking people to death.

There are only a few cells at the deepest end, basically empty, and only one at the end is lit. This is also the largest cell on the entire lower level.

Two werewolves came to the cell door and looked inward through the iron gate fence.

The cell is tidy and clean, with a raw light on the roof and walls, and bright and warm. The corner of the cell is a toilet, separated from the main room. In addition to the bed, the room has a table and chair and a bookshelf with more than a dozen books on the shelf.

Close to the roof, with a window open, the East Sea is outside. The windows are sealed with iron bars, but everyone knows that for the strong, such bars are set. It is not the iron fence, but the East Sea outside the window that keeps the strong in prison honest.

Two werewolves had also cleaned the cell, knowing that it was less than 100 metres from the sea. In such a low position, slightly stronger beasts can jump up. Once they get close to the window, they instinctively fear chestnuts. Not to mention the more acutely perceived strong.

However, tables and chairs and bookshelves are added later, as is the power lamp. Two werewolves have worked in the dungeon for more than a decade and have never seen it before.

There was a young man sitting in the cell, holding a book in his hand, who was reading it softly. He had this gorgeous, elegant, thick and thin book frame on his hands, with a dark blue cover made of root glass gold wire, beneath the lights, the rest of it hidden, quite different from the ones on the bookshelf. Listening to what young people read seems to be the history of a certain dynasty, two werewolves don't understand anyway.

A werewolf patted the Iron Gate and said: "Song, let's eat. ”

He opened the iron door, sent the box in and closed the door again. This cell has two doors and can only open one at a time.

The young man in the prison is Song Zining. He looks good. He just looks a little vague when he gets up. He looks like a normal person without a force. He also looks a little hard when he opens the inner iron door.

In this dungeon is unprecedented richness, with four dishes and a soup and a pot of wine. Two werewolves sent more than one meal, and every time they saw it, they still couldn't bear the dark tongue.

Song Zining has used the meal, took the paper and pen, wrote a few lines on it at will, put it in the food box. If the two werewolves receive the treasure, they are cautious of the words on the paper and swallow them into their bellies.

Song Zining's book is a secret practice for werewolves. The grade of this secret is only ordinary, such as this dark racial secret, which is stored in the Song Valve's library without a thousand or eight hundred. But for these underwater werewolves who serve in black jails, fighting usually depends on instinct. What's the secret? Song Zining's leakage from the finger stitches is enough to change the bones of their entire family.

A werewolf looked around and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Our messenger is famous and wants to meet you. ”

Song Zining smiled slightly. “Meet me? Is it here? I'm afraid it's a little difficult. ”

"We crawlers are everywhere," said the werewolf. "It's hard to see you, but we can't do it yet. ”

Song Zining nodded. “Anyway, I'll be here for the next two days. Just let him come. ”

The werewolf got a promise, smiled, packed the box and quickly left.

Song Zining sat down and lifted his right hand gently. He added an ancient volume to his hand and slowly read it. His book, which is illusory with 3,000 flying leaves, is an ingenious idea.

But this day, he seemed destined to be quiet. Without turning a few pages, he rang his footsteps in the aisle and walked by himself, laughing: “Qi brother, are you all right? ”

Song Zining slightly accidentally looked out the door and saw the person approaching him. “Song Zi An? It was you. ”

Song Zi 'an smiled brightly, so he shook his head. “Zining, this is yours, isn't it? It's been so long since I've seen you, you won't even scream? ”

Song Zining said, “I have long since left the Song Valve. It has nothing to do with you. Don't you want to be ashamed of yourself? ”

Song Zi 'an smiled and froze. "Song Zining! You're in my hands now. How dare you? After all these years, because of you, my ancestors never looked at me again! What do you have? All I did was get lucky and rubbed a few battles around Zhang Tianwang. As for Ningyuan Heavy Industries, if it weren't for the ancestral bias, would you be able to do this today? ”

"'That's ridiculous,' said Song Zining. ”

Song Zi 'an burst out of nowhere. He grabbed Song Zi Ning's collar and lifted him up. He yelled: "Do you dare say that you made Ning Yuan Heavy Industries by yourself? How dare you say your ancestors didn't secretly fund you? How dare you say that today is not the result of the ancestral bias? It's only been a few years. In recent years, my Son An Heavy Industries has only just begun to build three types of auxiliary equipment. Your Ningyuan Heavy Industries can build a floating ship! What makes you think Song Zi An is better than you? ”

At the end of the day, Song Zi 'an has already twisted his face. Or he felt that the hysterical roar was still not enough. He pushed hard and hit Song Zining hard on the ground, pointing to Song Zining roaring: “Say it! Say it!”

Song Zining slowly climbed up, erased the blood from the corner of his mouth, and remained calm, saying: “I would say that Ningyuan Heavy Industries is indeed my own creation, and you certainly don't believe it. ”

Song Zi An Ha Ha laughed. “Do you think I'm really stupid? Do you believe in bullshit? Ancestor's bias toward you, as long as you're not blind, anyone can see it! Otherwise, why are you the future god? Song Zi An is worse than you ”

Song Zi preferred to tidy up some messy clothes. He was restless and looked at Song Zi 'an with sympathy. "Ben is a brother of his own family, it doesn't make much difference. It's just that since you were little, you've all enjoyed a comfortable life among your people. Even if you haven't let go of your training, you've never grinded between life and death. Where have I never been, at night and blood, floating, neutral? Look at you, it's only level 11. Even the ranks have been dropped. Do you think you can hope for a god in this life? ”

The more Song Zi An listens, the more red his face will be. "Shut up! Besides, I'll kill you, and now I can kill you with one finger! ”

Song Zining said softly: “For the sake of being a brother, I told you so much. In fact, my ancestors made a mistake back then. If I sent you all to Huangquan with me, I would not be much worse off than Zhao by now. ”