Monarch of Evernight

The second row of illumination flares lit the night sky again, this time the werewolf learned to be good. When the brightness changed, he quickly lay on the ground like a bird of shock, and the higher order covered his eyes, completely sealing his sight with dark forces. The effect of the flare was much worse, but it delayed the actions of the Legion of the Lycans.

But the guards on the White City defensive line have solved the elite werewolves who rushed in, when they released their hands and seized the opportunity to strike the peripheral werewolves immediately. The mercenaries' guns were hot and harsh. Almost all the guns hit the critical areas. The werewolves were busy resisting the flares despite their strong body defenses.

The second wave of blows was harsh and accurate, causing blood and flowers in the formation of the werewolves, and the werewolves fell at an alarming rate.

An unusually tall count of werewolves at the rear looked iron and blue. Finally, he roared up in the sky and heard him roar. The werewolves turned around and retreated to their attacking positions. Only a handful of ferocious werewolves, reluctant to retreat, were still fighting, but immediately became the target of a fire that was blown to pieces.

“Why are you retreating?” A blood count appeared in the attack position and yelled at the werewolf count.

Without showing any weakness, the Count of the Werewolves pointed at the dead and wounded troops and yelled back: “You didn't say there was any such thing as flares! Besides, where are your backup firepower when my people are attacking? ”

The Earl of Blood frowned: "Don't you know that they have air gunboats and that our heavy guns have been damaged and cannot be transported? ”

“No luck? Look over your head. Do you have their gunboat? Where's our fleet? Didn't your bloodline set up a huge fleet? Where are they?”

The Earl of the Bloodline glanced, "The battle in outer space is not within our purview. Your first battle was bad. Explain it to the Duke of Pratt yourself! ”

The Count of the Werewolf growled down his throat, "Because of you white bat, my people died so much, you want me to explain? Do you want me to explain it to your body? ”

The Count of Blood's face changed slightly and he backed off and drank: "What do you want? The second order will come down soon. If you kill me, your people will be buried! ”

Count Werewolf's eyes revealed the fierce light, his fingertips had popped out, his eyes were about to strike, and suddenly a voice was sounded: “Hunting, stop. The Duke's orders have come down, put your troops under my command and continue the offensive. As for this idiot, he should explain to the Duke why he lost half his heavy artillery. ”

In front of both of them was a taller werewolf with long brown hair drifting behind his head, and a strong man of a large rank could not breathe under the pressure of the blood counts. The Earl of the Blood family barely gave a courtesy and hurried away, not even daring to say a word more.

The Count of the Werewolf hated it: “Had it not been for him...”

The Marquis stopped him and said: "It makes no sense to say this now, and we must strike down the position without heavy artillery cover. The good news is, there are no more gunboats. ”

“They were killed? ”

The Marquis hummed and said, "How can those idiots in the motorized fleet do that? People's warships will never hit unless they reach them. Had the entire Grand Duke fleet not been killed by the people a while ago, we would have ended up like this? The people's commander was smart, and he figured I'd come, so he took out the gunboats. ”

The other performance of gunboats in a neutral place is not very good. It is only exceptionally sturdy, with a thick armor, and the general force gun can do nothing about it. But by the count of the Count Marquis, the cannons can't hold off their super remote fire. Having just eaten a cannon boat, the dark race that launched the attack again is naturally ready.

This time, the Lycan Marquis carried several powerful crossbows, which, with his own hand, fired enough giant crossbows to pierce the armor of the gunboat. But Song Zining took all the gunboats out of the void one step at a time, making the Dark Race's painstaking crossbows useless to the sky.

At this point, a bloody flare was raised in the distance. Looking at the conspicuous scarlet, the Marquis of the Werewolf only thought it was particularly pungent and hummed, "Pratt, that idiot, do you really think the bloodline is kind? ”

He turned his head and said to the count of the werewolves: "I'll give you a minute to restructure your troops and attack in half an hour! ”

"“ Is it still just my kind of warrior? ”

“Of course not. Platt's private army has arrived. However, this time he wanted to compete, I'm afraid it wasn't that easy.” The Marquis of the Werewolves looked to White City, not far away, and his eyes lit with darkness.

He said, "Since he wants a head start, let his men do it first? ”

"“ It can't be too obvious, "said the Marquis." After all, he is of high rank. When the attack order is issued, go together. Just let the little ones in your tribe take it easy, all right? Don't be ridiculous. ”

“I know.” The hunter turned around.

The Marquis stood high and watched the army roll down to the scheduled offensive position, smiling slightly, "Song Zining is in town, how can you catch him alive without paying a price? ”

A moment later, the hunter hurried back and reported: "The troops are ready. ”

The Marquis nodded and brought in a personal guardian to say: "Command, attack in ten minutes! ”

The guard listened and suddenly shouted, turning into a werewolf battle pattern, and flew away. The hunting beard is also hot and bloody. He just wants to roar up in the sky. He takes a big step and wants to rush to the battlefield.

Unexpectedly, one hand grabbed the back of his neck before he even stepped out.

“Where do you want to go? ”

"Of course I'm going to the front line, and I'm going to break the neck of those despicable people with my own hands! ”

The Marquis said calmly, "Don't go. ”

“Any other assignments? ”

“No mission, watch here. ”

"Why?" he asked, unclear. ”

The Marquis said profoundly: “Though that demonic fool hasn't said anything useful since he escaped, I feel there must be a man in White City: Thousand Nights. He's Platt's enemy, so let's not get involved. ”

Though the hunter was brave enough, after hearing it, he was shocked and shocked: “Thousand nights? ”

The Marquis looked gloomy and said: "The fool tried to cover it up, but I think he most likely fell to the ranks and the wound looked like it was caused by the plunder of life. This is a powerful gifted power of the ancient bloodline, and apart from a thousand nights, it has not been heard that a second bloodline awakened this ability. ”

“Live plunder… Ancient bloodline? Isn't that the legend that blood-sucking bats use to brag? ”

The Marquis laughed silently and said: "Although the bloodlines love to brag, they are also powerful. From past combat records, the ability of the Thousand Nights is much like a ravage of life, but even the bloodlines themselves have not been able to confirm it. ”

The blood of the hunting battle slowly cools, "If I rush into the front line, it will surely be the target of a thousand nights. Perhaps...”

“No. Perhaps, even if I met a thousand nights ago, if I couldn't beat him in the first round of assault, I'd have to figure out how to escape. Otherwise, most of them will die. ”

The hunter was astonished and had no idea that the Marquis' assessment of the Thousand Nights would be so high. He looked ugly and stood silently by his side. If Thousand Nights is as horrible as the Marquis says, then he goes up pointless.

On the battlefield, the battles of the strong in the queue are used to control the battle nodes, but if the forces of both sides are compared, then there is no point at all, so let's use a lot of cannon ash to heap.

Through the flames that are still burning on the battlefield, it is possible to see the warriors of the Dark Race gathered together in a dense and numb manner, such as a moving army ant, slowly climbing towards the White City defensive line.

There was a constant flow of fire in and out of the air, like a meteor shower, falling on each other's positions, followed by a violent explosion. From time to time, the Dark Race fighters are thrown into pieces, limbs and flesh flying with fire. This is heavy artillery fire between the two sides.

The people had perfect positions, and many of the fighters were hiding in shelters until shells or crossbows were fired. In some front-line positions, mercenary snipers fired at the air from time to time, blowing up the shells that had been attacked.

Human casualties are not significant, and the Dark Race is different. Song Zining attaches great importance to materials, and the number of heavy artillery prepared is shocking. White City is small, and the dark fire, along with the mercenaries of the neutral land, is 50,000 people. But Song Zining collected more than 500 heavy artillery.

In a narrow battlefield, this number of artillery shells is incredibly dense, and the dark and powerful with titles do their utmost to intercept only half of it.

Higher nobles either hide behind like werewolves and marquises or refuse to waste their power on intercepting heavy artillery. Anyway, in their view, the ashes die without much heartache. Forever more than a dozen continents, grabbing some Zhuang Ding is countless ashes.

While most of the heavy artillery of the Dark Race was destroyed by gunboats, it was completely disproportionate to the firing power, and the Dark Warriors did not have enough shelter, with more casualties than the rest of the population. It's just that the Dark Race has always fought man-made naval tactics at the lower warrior level, and this time, too many people, and that killing and maiming doesn't stop the offensive from moving forward.

The attack team is not only werewolves, but also massive servants, as well as elite spider warriors. In the center of the team, there is a spider demon like a hill, trembling with tremors every step of the way.

The darkest warriors in front of them had stepped on the bodies of their companions and rushed across the artillery line to reach the final distance, while White City mercenaries fired desperately in shelters. Just compared to the dark armies like the tide, these fires appear to be thin.

A middle-aged mercenary lay in a trench, carrying a force gun, quietly choosing his target. Force guns can't shoot a few shots, they must not be wasted. Soon his quasi-star covered a clearly taller werewolf than his peers. The stronger the Dark Race's werewolves and spider demons enter the state of battle, the bigger they tend to be. This werewolf is obviously the leader.

Without waiting for him to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt a pain in his calf and then lost consciousness. The mercenary lowered his head and saw only a fist-sized black spider climbing onto his leg, his powerful jaws biting through his battle suit and constantly injecting venom into his flesh.

The mercenary's face changed dramatically, ignoring disgust and fear, slapping the spider into meat sauce. That's when he noticed the strange nuances of sand around him. The sound was obscured by gunfire on the battlefield and has not been noticed until now.

All of a sudden, he felt a little strange under his feet. He saw the ground through the light of the next explosion and immediately jumped to shock!

Big and small spiders are everywhere, almost endless.

After all, the middle-aged mercenary was experienced and calmed down immediately after the final panic and stepped on it, stomping a spider to death. These spiders, apart from being frightening and quick to move, are essentially not very different from the average spider and basically die stepping on them.

The middle-aged mercenary stepped on it and suddenly slowed down, then leaned back, fell to the ground and stopped moving.

The dense, numb spider crawled all over his body, and the sand bite made his teeth sour, and soon the middle-aged mercenary turned into a Mori white bone. After swallowing his flesh, the spiders got bigger and continued to climb deep into the position.

Throughout the front-line position, chaos began everywhere, with a famous soldier constantly falling, while the survivors were hysterical stepping on and screaming.