Monarch of Evernight

A thousand nights of long laughter, the shadow flashed away, has passed from the fall of the blood counts, spinning to activate the void flashing, counting no trace.

# # # The beast in the cage 243

Many eternally powerful people will not sit and watch the thousands of nights flee. The witch snorted coldly and was nowhere to be found. Edward and Rawler, self-aware and stunned, chased in the direction of the Thousand Nights' escape.

Anwen sighed and said to the rest of the people: "Follow me.” Running away without illness, the direction is slightly different from that of Edward and Basil.

A few strong members of the bloodline hesitated, wondering whether to follow Anwen, Aiden coldly said: "If you don't follow the Young Lord, do you want to follow Edward? You think he can keep up with Her Highness? ”

That statement makes perfect sense. In the Great Vortex, after a series of blows, Edward's authority is no better than before. Especially since his blood did not suppress the thousand nights at all, he made the strong blood families who attached great importance to blood inheritance suspicious in their hearts.

A few of the stronger bloodlines are now following Anwen, while others continue to follow Edward. Twilight bites his teeth, still walks Edward away.

Aiden saw some of the strong blood men being moved by him, just laughing and going with Anwen.

Anwen is not fast in front either, so it looks like he won't lose a few of his blood counts. These counts are all from the families behind the Twelve Ancient Clans, who were not very confronted with the Paz clan where Edward was, and Edward's performance in the battle was very unconvincing. They were repeatedly used as cannon fodder at critical moments, which is why the counts persevered in abandoning Edward and following him.

How can you chase a thousand nights at a speed like this?

Although Anwen was obviously taking care of them, those blood counts were inevitable. On this occasion, a sudden burst of noise broke out from afar, and the magical blood gushed like two dragons hanging in one place.

Such a noise, especially the deep, ocean-like pressure in the blood, shocked the counts of the blood clan and even slowed the blood gas to a beat. At the same time, their hearts felt a little complicated, not knowing if they were finally catching up, or whether they were worried about the battle between life and death.

Witches have stopped thousands of nights and are fighting hard. Edward and Rowler jumped out of the sky, turning and rushing from afar. Or did Anwen go in the right direction, straight to the battlefield?

Several of the blood counts were prepared to accelerate and rush to the battlefield, despite being deterred from softness. Anwen was not in a hurry, but slowed down more slowly, and said calmly: "What's the rush to get there? Waiting for her to drain the power of a thousand nights is the time to use it. However, if you still want to taste the power of the original gun..."

Anwen hasn't finished his sentence, suddenly felt a strong palpitation, couldn't help but look far away, happened to watch a light column surrounded by black gas rush up into the sky, straight into the sky!

It is an unusual light feather with a deep black outer edge and handle, only the middle part of the feather shines a light golden light.

When this light feather went into the eye, Anwen couldn't spew a word more, watching it shoot into the sky. Extremely dangerous, extremely powerful, makes one unbearable and unwilling to turn a blind eye.

A shadow appeared hidden in the sky, fading almost invisible. But this black, hooked light feather is like a long eye, straight into this figure, instantly breaking through the magic of the lane strip in front of her, as easily as piercing a corrupt sheet of paper.

The witch snorted, her figure condensed in the middle of the sky, sometimes clear, sometimes dark, the magic was more boiling water, indeterminate, obviously out of control.

Anwen, this slowed God down, whispered, rose up and flew to the witch in the sky.

The witch turned her head and stopped Anwen with her invisible and cold eyes, coldly: “I'm fine. ”

Anwen stopped talking. Thousands of nights, the original gun is very different. Even the witch can't hide in the void. Even the magic is a little out of control. If it's okay, who would believe it? But he also knew that the witch was extremely arrogant, and since she said it was all right, she would not want Anwen to intervene even if it was a big thing.

If she's all right, how can she stay here and leave at night?

Knowing what Anwen thought, the witch said faintly: "Don't worry, he's hurt too, he can't escape my hand. ”

Anwen looked to the ground, on a rock, just a few points of Mars was burning slowly, and the flames were already burning out. As soon as his heart moved, he fell by the rock, pointing his finger at the flame and watching carefully in front of him. When he saw the flames burn out, he said, "Blood of burning gold? ”

Anwen's voice was a shock. The witch's figure dimmed again at this moment, as if applying a faint ink to the sky, and the wound seemed to be under control.

She rarely leaked a clot, "Nice, it's the blood of burning gold. ”

“Besides those old guys, who can have the blood of burning gold? Does that mean..."

“Yes, he should have successfully communicated with Blood River. ”

Anwen glanced slightly. “This is important news. ”

“You seldom talk this crap. ”

Anwen sighed softly, “I mean, should I tell His Majesty the Flame of Everlasting Fire or not? ”

The witch whispered a little strangely, "Do you want to repay the other two sires? His Majesty the Emperor does not have to say anything, and there is no need to disturb him. And the other, Your Majesty, you should be more aware of the state he engraved. ”

"I don't mean to choose factions or families," said Anwen, "but to say whether to hide it. ”

The witch looked surprised, “Can't you see you're still trying to kill a thousand nights with all your strength? Hmm, don't say I look down on you, just because you're distracted by so many chores, don't say kill it, just because you want to beat him doesn't have a chance. Your swordsmanship is truly ingenious and basically unavoidable. But what good is that? Even if you cut him in the middle of the night, you can't kill him. That was his shot, most likely to kill you. ”

Anwen made a heartless mockery of the witch, and only laughed with a smile. “Don't you want to kill him with your own hands? ”

The witch said seriously: "I might as well tell you the truth, for the sake of some learning about your mess. From the point of view of the mighty, I certainly want to kill him myself. The stronger he is, the more he grinds the knife stone and can hold me to higher realms. However, from our standpoint, it is only right that he be killed early. He can now communicate with the Blood River, and if he grows up, he will most likely be the second Habs to light up a mark in the Blood River. I think you know the consequences of that. ”

Anwen silently sighed a moment later and said, “I just think it's nice to put aside the racial position. His future accomplishments will be extremely high, and by the time we all reach our peak, perhaps the most trusted partner when exploring the depths of the void. ”

The witch hummed and said sarcastically: “You are not necessarily a king. You want to explore the void now, isn't it a little early? ”

Anwen smiled confidently, "As long as you can be king, I will be king. In exploring the ultimate in power, on the road of non-return, you can see that the miscellaneous science is much more useful than any mystical bloodline. ”

The witch laughed coldly, of course not.

Until he heard it, Anwen pointed to the sky and said, "Have you thought about it? What's the end of the sky? What's behind the tent? Where exactly is the vortex we are at, and why can't we find it around 27 continents at night, or even in the dome stars? How did the infinite void that trapped countless powerful people of all generations form here, is it ancient, or is it some kind of cage for me and others that we still can't understand the power of imagination? ”

For this series of questions, the witch never seemed to have thought about it, or thought about it, and there would be no answer. Every question sounds like a distant bell, shocking her.

Anwen concludes: "Don't you think hatred among peoples is ridiculous at the moment, compared to these problems, compared to the world we live in? It's like a bunch of beasts locked in a cage. What's the point of beating you to death and fighting for the king to come out? Even if you destroy all your opponents, it's just a cage. ”

The witch finally sighed, "Perhaps you're right. But it only makes sense when we become kings. At this moment, it is even more important to catch the thousand nights first. Even if we are ultimately only kings in cages, it is better to be wiped out than to be king. ”

Nor can Anwen refute this, except to sigh, "How can anyone break a cage and go to the vast heavens and the earth with such short sight? ”

And the witch said, "Before you go to the vast heavens and the earth, please improve your strength. What else would you break the cage with? ”

Anwen was silent.

In the eyes of the world, there are not many who can despise the power of Anwen, except that witches happen to be one of them.

Anwen shook his head and said: "Then listen to you. Where is Thousand Nights now? ”

“'I'm looking,' said the witch. 'He won't be able to escape for long... I've got him! ”

The witch vanished instantly, leaving only an almost invisible ink line in the sky to guide Anwen in the direction. This ink line is enchanted by the witch's unique magic, and can only be seen by Anwen.

Edward and Rowler had already arrived at the moment, and they had to wait to see the witch and Anwen. It has been proven that only a witch can capture a thousand nights.

Witches build an invisible border with magic to keep others from approaching. Edward and Rowler naturally felt this warning. It is the blood of burning gold left behind after a thousand nights of injuries, which no one has discovered.

Throughout the process, Anwen and the witch were talking with the supreme secret of the devil, and all the content interacted through magic, and outsiders had no idea what they were doing. Don't say Edward and Roller, it's Aiden who doesn't know what they're talking about.

A moment later, the witch left, and Anwen greeted the mighty and followed the ink line. Edward and Rawler finally learned to be smart this time, so keep up. Edward was a sinking face, and he didn't even look at some of Anwen's blood counts from the beginning.