Monarch of Evernight

The poetry picture was not the right momentum, and he took the lead: “Why do you have to say more? Now that I'm here, we're in this together. Do you think we can make it through here? ”

I wonder if there is any illusion that the corner of the portrait on the seamighty mask seems to be slightly curved up, revealing a smile. She said faintly: “I was only 30% sure, but you showed up too slow, that demonic idiot has been hit hard by my three arrows, and I have 78 years left to achieve good results. I wonder, that idiot has never seen me. You and I used to fight each other before. Why are you looking at me so long? Still working so late? ”

Sam's face changed immediately. Until the poetry chart appeared on its own, he had not noticed that there was someone next to him, and it was obvious that the poetry chart was intended to conceal traces.

"'You were nothing but a little girl,' said Poetry Tu angrily. 'How can you be the same now? ”

“A little girl, didn't she hold out in front of you for a while? ”

The poetry chart knows that this kind of explanation only gets darker and darker. Now open your hands, your fingertips are bloody. Drinking: “It's useless to say more, just beat it! ”

However, he had just opened his hands and suddenly saw another arrow on the long bow in Heimei's hand. This arrow is all dark and seems to absorb all the light. Only from the contrast of the changes in the surrounding environment can we realize that this arrow exists.

"Seventh arrow!" exclaimed the poetic diagram, with her hair rooted upside down. ”

The scream has not gone down, the black arrow has gone out! Off the string of the moment, it has appeared behind the poetry map.

The poetry chart shouted, making an extremely complex turnaround in the course of action, and walking wildly, ignoring Sen and the tens of thousands of armies below.

Sen was stuck for a while. I had no idea that the situation would change sharply and this would happen.

Seagull took off his mask and revealed an almost indescribable face. She looks at most twenty years old and the past years have left no trace on her face. It's just that at this moment this beautiful face is so pale, I don't know if it's been hidden under the mask for too long, or if it's been damaged. But from the angle of her eyes, the blood line that was bleeding, the beauty, also showed that she was not in good shape at the moment.

She turned to Sam and said, "Do you know why I took off my mask? ”

Mori's face is so thick that he knows no romantic reason to think about it. He was on full alert and asked, "Why? ”

“I just said that there was only 30% certainty when I hit you, but after I shot you, I got 60% certainty. ”

Sen became more vigilant and said, "Then what? ”

“Then? If I fought so hard, I'd be 10%!” Smile all over the face of the sea and slowly pull out another arrow.

Mori!

Even though she knew that the seventh arrow that Heimei had just fired must have paid quite a price, she had only two arrows left, but Sam didn't want to try how powerful they were. Even the poetry map ran away, and he didn't want to put his life here.

“Wait a minute!” Sen hastily raised his hands and wanted to say something.

But what about Heimi? The long bow gradually fills up.

Mori's eyes don't look good. If you don't bargain, turn around and go. Finally, Seamike didn't really shoot that arrow out.

Poetry charts and Mori have been evacuated successively, and the morale of the Dark Race forces below can be seen. At this point, the Empire Pioneer stopped the attack just in time, so it was busy on the perennial defensive line and guarded against a gradual withdrawal of troops.

There is no interference on the part of the Empire, let alone a sense of pursuit. The immediate goal of the East Road Army is to complete the coalition, not to kill and maim the Dark Army. The formation of the opposing forces is complete, but less commander, if greed of this nod military work, provokes the other party to fight to death, I don't know how long will it be dragged on.

The sea held a bow until the troops withdrew seven, seven, eight, eight, and said: "Go on.” and then flew back into the ship.

Before returning, she wore a mask and no one could see joy and sorrow.

The Imperial East Road Army departed again, rolling through the defensive line and along the margins of the land.

Midway is another sight.

Zhao Jundu divided the troops under him into several waves, alternating raids. Each battle must be preceded by a sergeant. Therefore, the sergeant of the army was extremely morale, and everyone died effectively. The whole way was like breaking bamboo, killing straight to White City.

Since Zhao Jundu fought, the Empire has taken on a different emphasis. Lord Wei personally sat in the town halfway army, thinking he was a pillar stone. When Duke Doyle appeared, the Duke of Patriotism naturally took over, beating him straight from the ground to the void.

Without the support of the Duke, the Yongnight Force could not withstand an Imperial Middle Road Army raid dominated by Valt Zhao's private forces. A line of defense was broken through and the entire floating middle region was cut to pieces. Without the natural barrier of the misty forest, the line of defense of the Dark Race would not necessarily have been washed into shape.

In a series of raids, Zhao Jundu showed another side that had previously been obscured by his powerful personal force: he was no worse than the empire's front-line name in the talent of the PFLP-commander. He has a near-intuitive acuteness to the weakness of the perennial line of defense, which often collapses in one stroke.

On the other hand, the Everlasting Night fighters know for the most part that the land is gone, that everyone is thinking about how to escape, that they have no heart to fight, and that their determination to defend themselves is not firm.

However, there are also several conspirators who feel that Zhao Jundu is already a little radical this time. His commanding officer has no strength at all and regardless of the surrounding posture, he simply waves his army straight forward without making a slight detour and moderation.

Fortunately, Zhao Xuanji still presides over the big picture in the rear city, and various material resources continue to be sent, giving priority to replenishing the Zhonglu army. Zhao Jundu's defences, such as the destruction and decay, are invincible, and make the plotting of words useless. There are also two teams drawn from Zhao Xuanjie and Zhao Weihuang Guard, specializing in sweeping around Zhao Junduo to protect the wing flanks.

Thus, Floating Midway became almost the world of Zhao Valve, the East Road was led by Emperor House, and the rest of the valves, including Qingyang Zhang family, were all crowded to the West Road.

This is a rather strange pattern, with hearts flirting over and over again, but not sure. It just feels like there are too many imperial and Zhao valves.

Although the Imperial and Guard forces were pioneers in the national war, the battle of Surface did not seem to have reached that level. Besides, the majority of the royal reserved territory is located in Qin Lu, and now sitting in the town of Qin Lu's Changsheng Wang Di, once the empire loses one day, forever and night will take advantage of the opportunity to attack the mainland, still rely on the imperial family to support the big picture, invest too much in the floating land, how can there be a transfer on the mainland side?

White City, in a short day of kung fu, the whole city has become completely invisible, the whole city can't see a few buildings a little tall, all obvious targets were completely destroyed by perennial heavy artillery.

The city is completely ruined, the ground is covered with corpses, and the foundations and soil are no longer visible. Smoke is still spreading, but the lights are fading a lot, and there's not much left to burn in the city.

From the onset of the offensive, Romill almost went mad and hit all the heavy artillery shells into the city. Such indiscriminate bombardment did work, and at least half of Song Zining's carefully prepared heavy artillery herd was destroyed. Fortunately, the shells were almost fired, and Thousand Nights and Song Zining didn't feel painful.

They couldn't care less, and as soon as the shelling was over, the Dark Army attacked. In one day, Romil's army launched eight attacks. Though they were all beaten back, every corner of the city is a sign of a battle.

In the ruins of a house, standing against a wall for thousands of nights, smoking silently. This is already a rare enjoyment on the battlefield at this moment.

Song Zining, drenched in dust, didn't know where to drill from. He sat on the ground in front of the thousand nights and shouted: “I'm tired! These guys don't get so much cannon ash, do they? ”

“How many more do we have? ”

“Wait, give me a cigarette first. I smoked it long ago. ”

Thousand nights I touched him, and none of them were gone, so I handed him the remaining half. Song Zining couldn't care less, then took a deep inhale before satisfying the tunnel: “I don't know why, I want to smoke after a war...”

After smoking, Song Zining slipped away and said, “We have about 10,000 people left. But there are only a few hundred people left in the unused reserve. Their offense is insane. It's not normal. ”

“Only 10,000?” Thousands of nights know that casualties are bound to be heavy, but when specific figures are heard, there is still an unexpected weight.

Song Zining seemed to think differently, “When this battle is over, the dark fire will probably go bankrupt. ”

This time, Thousand Nights and Song Zining brought in exactly 40,000 troops from the neutral land. All the rest were thrown into the Battlefield of White City, except for the nearly 10,000 men who left the fleet on standby. In just one day of kung fu, more than half of the entire force was killed or injured, and the fighting was devastating. If a neutral place, whether offensive or defensive, was damaged to that extent, the army would basically collapse.

Even Thousand Nights and Song Zining are unable to take care of ordinary mercenaries in the midst of war-torn war-torn wars everywhere, and even those with strong titles who deal with the Dark Race like a flock of ants can no longer take care of them.

But the thought of more than 10,000 warriors dying on such a small piece of land still feels unreal at night.

Song Zining knew what he was thinking and patted him on the shoulder. He said, "Don't think so much. This is war. We have more than 10,000 dead here, three or four times as many as we are across the street, not counting as servants of spiders and wolves. ”

The headache in the everlasting night is that the human race reproduces far more than most of the dark races, slower than the servants, who, however, are completely untrained as high-ranking warriors or even as powerful as the titles. Although human beings are only partially able to awaken the Force of Dawn, they can practically use weapons after training. Thus, at the level of true warriors, the individual combat power of human beings is relatively weak and intergenerational replenishment speed is much faster.

It is therefore generally acceptable to fight as long as there are fewer casualties among the population than among the Dark Races. And the White City defensive battle has so far multiplied the casualties of Dark Warriors by several times those of mercenaries, and wherever they are placed, it can be said that the battle results are brilliant.

Just frowns wrinkled at night, not stretched.

On a distant battleship, Romill looked at the reports of casualty figures in front of him, and there seemed to be a cloud slowly piling over his head. And a long time later, he said, "So after a day of fighting, we lost 50,000 fighters? ”

One count said cautiously: "It also contains figures on disappearances. ”

“Waste!!” With a bang, the newspaper hit the Count in the face.