Monarch of Evernight

On the battlefield, with the exception of the few top strong men, few noticed the change of the moon over their heads, while some powerful blood families felt it and looked to the full moon in the air.

Warriors of the Dark Race gathered silently awaiting new orders. They suddenly discovered that the battlefield seemed extraordinarily thin. Looking around, the number of fighters still seemed to be high, but there was some unknown panic. Some intelligent men soon discovered that there were many fewer officers in the army, especially the strong ones, and not even a few in some formations.

The strong are the backbone of an army, and everyone knows how far the ash unit of the strong can go without them. The number of strongmen in the force is now suddenly halfway down, and the force is shaken from time to time.

Some of the survivors who had fallen off the front looked back at the second line of defense, which was covered with corpses, and suddenly there was a chilling thought: did they all die there?

On the battleship, Count Spider-Man reappeared, only this time walking crippled and half of his body was covered in blood. His voice was weak and dull, and he said, "My lord, I'm back. ”

“How are the casualties? ”

“Our troops have lost about a third, and several battles have come down, and the casualties on the people's side should be around 4,000. ”

“Twenty thousand warriors for four thousand people? ”

Count Spiderdemon said: "My lord, the majority of our casualties are cannon ash, and it is normal to have a high rate of war damage. ”

Platt snorted, his eyes sharply glared at the Earl of Spiderdemons. The Count bowed his head, expressing humility and daring not to look at Platt.

However, Platt had long seen the hidden dissatisfaction under the Count's respectful appearance. He collects his emotions and asks faintly, "So what's your suggestion now? ”

This is a problem with a trap. Count Spiderdemon thought about it, or bit his teeth, and said: "My lord, it doesn't matter how much the ashes die, but we have a strong man with the title to fight too many deaths! This is the skeleton of your regiment! My lord, even the Red Tooth Marquis is dead. If you hadn't done it yourself, I'm afraid nobody would have stopped you for a thousand nights. ”

Platt's eyes slightly jumped, raised his head, glanced at the full moon in the sky and slowly said: “If that's the case, then... withdraw your troops. ”

“What?” Count Spiderdemon couldn't believe his ears.

“Retreat.” Platt repeated the order.

“Can't retreat! My lord, if you withdraw like this, all the credit will be taken by Lord Romill. And by then, he'll probably have all the unfavourable charges against you in the First World War! We also have troops, even symbolic ones, as long as we maintain our offensive. ”

Pratt looked deeply and said, “That's only if Romil can beat it down. ”

Speaking of which, Count Spiderdemon knew that Platt was determined and that he would not dare make any more noise and would have to step down.

The horn of retreat sounded and the Dark Race Army slowly withdrew from the battlefield. And the White City Gate opened wide, and a force of nearly a thousand men poured out of it, and began to sweep the battlefield quickly.

The mercenaries did not have much time, and less than an hour before the empty window of the battle, a massive black-pressed floating ship appeared in the distance.

Several battleships lined up in front of them, confronting Baicheng remotely, covered the rear carriers from landing. As countless warriors emerge from the carriers, a new war is about to begin.

Suddenly faint pressure came from afar, a huge battleship broke through the clouds and flew slowly to the battlefield.

This battleship is clearly lineage style with gorgeous exterior, bow relief is a half-turned chalice, blood will not fall from the mouth of the cup, and the size of the battleship is at least the size of a Duke ship. Its appearance prompted warriors to gain morale and cheer.

"Why did he bring the ship here?" he said. Want to die? ”

Huge battleships of whatever type are close to the ground are inconvenient to navigate, especially when two armies are engaged on the battlefield and our canine teeth are staggered, the requirement to strike fire in the air is precision, not power. If a battlefield has a special topography, warships need to be aware of their battle altitude at all times.

The role of giant warships in the Great Battlefield is to deter and prevent the breakdown of backtracks and to participate directly in combat, unless it is intended to leverage one's own side on the ground with enemy forces, then care must be taken to assemble the other's strong to forcibly board the ship.

Besides, at this moment, the Palace of the Spirit is parked outside the void. If the Duke of the Blood truly joins the battle with a ship, he can control the Palace of the Spirit and prey on the prey sent to his mouth at a thousand nights.

However, the Duke was hovering hundreds of metres above the ground and no further action appeared to have been taken, as if it were merely a remand.

Carriers, one after the other, keep coming. Countless Dark Warriors have stepped out of the ship and are in full swing. Instead of launching an immediate offensive, the Dark Army began building fortifications and works in place. This move was similar to Song Zining's deployment when he attacked White City.

Subsequently, many large engineering machines were also removed from the carriers. Then an extra thick carrier came and put a small power tower directly in the fortress.

On the White City side, two waves of long-range nuclear artillery shells burst out, clearly not reaching the stronghold, but the Dark Race reacted immediately, with most of the artillery shells intercepted at the hands of the powerful, and the rest also emptied out in the middle.

As can be seen from the speed and intensity of this wave of interception, it is virtually impossible for White City to interfere with each other's camp, so save some gunfire and get some rest.

Preparations for the Dark Army lasted all night, and at dawn, opposite White City, a sizable fortress appeared, behind which were endless barracks, gathering no idea how many fighters.

At the head of White City, Song Zining laid down his gauge telescope and looked heavily. He said: "That is the duke of the twelve ancient clans of the blood, Marmen. Their nobles rarely participated in the battle in the camp. It seems that the rumors of an internal truce at night are true. This battle is probably not going to be easy if there is less consumption over the night and more troops can be drawn to the surface. ”

Thousand Nights faded: “I knew from the beginning that it was hard to fight. When will the reinforcements arrive? ”

Song Zining shook his head: “No matter when the reinforcements are coming, I'm afraid we'll have to get past this first. ”

He nodded slowly for a thousand nights. "As usual, I'll take care of the Duke. ”

Song Zining frowned slightly, “Thousand Nights, now is not the time to be strong, are you sure? ”

“My blood gas buildup is already breaking the edge, and I'm ready to move on if I don't have any consequences. Even though there was still a gap between him at that time, he could not have fought. ”

“Let's play a few fights before it's too late. Hey, I've been here a long time, trying to eat my position, not without paying a price. Depends on how determined they are. ”

On the Duke's ship, Romill Gao's central throne, with his jaw in his hand, looked down.

In front of the throne, two werewolves and a spider demon count were standing, all wounded, and the blood stains continued to seep under the bandages, with a faint breath and seemingly reluctant to even stand. This was left by the Duke of Pratt for the so-called handover of coalition officers.

Romill was thin, and if there was blood flashing in the eyes of a deep eagle, he said slowly: "So Pratt just walked away and didn't leave his troops behind? ”

Count Spider-Man hastily said: "No, Lord Platt's immediate troops have suffered heavy losses and are in dire need of rest. Lord Pratt wanted to regroup in the rear and join the war after he regained his strength..."

Before he finished, the blood duke on the throne hummed and bounced his finger. The Earl of Spiderdemon heard the sound and suddenly his eyes protruded, his hands strangled his throat, but he could not say a word. He struggled desperately, revealed his spider body, and eventually fell down, convulsing for a few moments and never moving again.

Romill looked at the two Viscounts of the Werewolves and said, "It's just killing a coward who fled the battlefield. What, you got a problem with that? ”

The werewolves were too busy to talk.

In fact, the Count is already a big man in the everlasting society, but a real nobleman of the upper society. Normally, even Romill can't randomly kill an Earl if he's so arrogant and powerful. But both Viscounts of the Werewolves knew very well that it was a battlefield, and if they were held to a reputation for escape, they would kill.

In fact, Pratt, the former deputy Duke of Spider-Man, was not much worse than Romil, but he grew greedy and went ahead without waiting for the real commander Romil's army to arrive. However, he did not expect to encounter a bloodshed under White City. Not only did he damage the soldiers, he lost all his heavy equipment, but more importantly, the strongman of the strongman's strength died and was severely injured and genuinely damaged his bones.

Lost and gone, although not fleeing, Romill can still sue hard on this basis. It's perfectly normal for a fight between two Duke figures to affect a few Viscounts and other small figures.

The werewolves are not under Platt's command, nor do they intend to do justice to the Earl of Spiderdemons. Seeing them softly, Romill nodded and slowed his tone, "Go tell Pratt, no matter where he is now, to return immediately and lead the whole army! This idiot can't see the situation anymore. If you don't win this war, you're basically gonna have to die here. ”

When the two Viscounts of the Werewolves were brought down, a blood marquis in the command room asked, "Is it really urgent? ”

All that remains is the heart, Romil said: "With outer space defeated, the remaining fleet of manoeuvres dared to protect only the most important nodes, and did not have the courage to fight the ethnic fleet again. On the ground battlefield, those wastes were also defeated, and this is where two of the three-way troops of the people were clearly targeted to advance. Once they converge, this place will never be taken back. This neighborhood is the largest floating boat takeoff and landing base in the whole land, without which it would be good for our army to retreat. ”

Another blood count said, "When did people become so powerful? Didn't we hit them all the time before? ”

“They transferred a lot of strong people from the mainland, the real strong ones. ”

Flexible minds suddenly think, "Are they so redeployed that they're not afraid to leave the country blank? ”

Romil Cold said: "How is Daqin's homeland? The parliament has its own arrangements. But the fact that our battlefield is here is that the strong people have arrived, don't have any luck. ”

The hearts and minds looked at each other and asked respectfully: "Who are you talking about leading the way? Why can't we stop it? ”

"" All the way is Heimi and all the way is Zhao Jundu, "Romil said slowly. ”

Zhao Jundu's fame was loud, needless to say, however, the truly high-ranking blood family was vibrating when they heard Heimi's name.

Seeing that the military's mind seemed a little unstable, Romil said: "The council has sent the Dukes of Sen and Doyle to intercept, and it should be fine. ”

There is no gas in this statement, and the people below are naturally even less confident. The Marquis of the Blood couldn't help but say: "I'm afraid it's not enough for two dukes alone to try to stop the sea secret? According to Daqin's military habit, there will be at least one strong deputy in her army who is close to the rank of General God, and the emperor's blood on that woman is terribly intense. If she was not a General, she could hunt down the Marquis. Why doesn't the council send more people, even one more vice-duke? ”

Romill smiled and said, "How could the council not have thought of this layer? The question is, who wants to go? The motorized fleet loses control of outer space, and even the Duke's ships do not necessarily escape the strangulation of the National Guard Fleet. So in both directions, there's actually no way back. ”

This was the sudden realization of why two ordinary dukes were sent to carry out such important tasks.

In the grand aristocratic sequence of the eternal night world, the existence of diving rules is even greater than in the middle and lower classes. The rank represents only the rank of individual power, while the true strength, background, and identity of the same rank may vary from heaven to earth.

This time the task is too dangerous, the ordinary duke will also obey the everlasting council, but if it is a somewhat prestigious clan head or a well-known core member, the council cannot use them as cannon ash for nothing.

“There's another bad news, and I've heard that Cognac is on the surface, so maybe one day we'll meet her.” Romill slowly tunnels.

This time, the blood family vibrated even more than just now. Due to the limited life expectancy of the people, Daqin's famous gods will always be numbered. And the imperial family members, even if they have very little activity, are very much the focus of the everlasting night, and like many doors of everlasting fame, they are mostly present only in times of national war. Naturally, in the eyes of the Dark Strong, they are given the same importance as the famous names of the four races.

Romil raised his voice: "So if you don't want to be thrown on the front field, you have to win this fight! Command, team, prepare to attack! ”