Monarch of Evernight

The fireworks actually started dozens of kilometres away, but when they saw the rising purple gas, Romil and Pratt knew the big picture was gone. It will take half a day for the army to march, but for the strong it will come to pass.

Romil had no idea that the Middle Road Army would be here so quickly. He couldn't bear to curse, “Doyle, that piece of shit! ”

Everlasting Night has adjusted a commander-in-chief arrangement for the Imperial offense. The strength to intercept the Imperial Middle Road Army appears to be weakest, in fact, because the Middle Road itself is already under the greatest pressure, which is equivalent to the creation of a road from the center of the Army at Everlasting Night. The Middle Road Army faces a vicious situation of triple knockout if the East and West roads do not progress well.

Currently, the arrangement for everlasting nights is also the most intense interception of sea seals, followed by the west and the weakest middle roads. Nearly all movable heavy artillery have been redeployed to the White City side in order to destroy the sharp knife inserted by the Empire into the heart of eternal night.

But no one thought that this kind of war damage in White City had not yet been taken. The Imperial Army came to the Guild Division, but the strongest East Road sea has not yet arrived, but the Middle Road Army first arrived.

Romil couldn't help but curse Doyle's incompetence, staring at Carol and quickly calculating the power comparison between the two sides. In his view, perhaps there is still a line of opportunity to resolve the Battle of White City once and for all before the strongmen of the Middle Road Army arrive.

Yet it was completely unexpected that Pratt suddenly flew away, leaving a distant message: "Admit it, Romil. ”

“You!!” Romill almost went mad at this moment. The last chance was squandered by Platt's lack of war.

Platt not only ran away, but also signaled that several strong spider demons had also taken off and followed him. Even if it was difficult to fly on its own, Platt did not give up, and a spider's silk wrapped around the waist of the strong and flew away with them.

The strong of the Spiderdemon clan withdrew, and the warriors naturally lost their morale. Surviving Spider-Man fighters retreated out of the city, while other ethnic fighters and strong men understood that the great power had gone and that no supervisory team had even stopped them.

Romil bites his teeth, but he also has to give an order to retreat. He turned around and suddenly the lightning flashed in front of him, and Carol's thunder whip had been hit down with his head!

Romil snorted coldly, pulled out his sword and put a grip on the thunder whip.

Carol saw it, and she did her best, flogging the thunder. But when she touched it, she discovered that the power on Romilpe's sword was particularly weak and that she could not escape without a whip. On the other hand, she pushed too hard, the offense appeared to have a slight gap, and Romil immediately penetrated out of the sky, his figure flashed constantly, winking and flying out of the void.

The hemophilia came at a long speed, Romil fled, and Carol knew she couldn't keep up, so she stopped trying. It would seem that the wound inflicted on Romill by the Thousand Nights shooting was absolutely immaterial, otherwise he would not have given up his sword and fled.

Remnants of the Dark Race fled White City in a receding tide and scattered around. At this moment, mercenaries in the city are unable to hunt down, and the surviving warriors have lost even the strength to cheer.

Several elderly mercenaries stood in the ruins, watching the Imperial Reinforcements rolling from afar, with a bright face and no surprise. A mercenary turned around, just off the street, lying on top of one another, with dark races and dark fire mercenaries. Everyone he knew was lying there right now.

Wherever you look at it, White City stands far less than lying down at this moment.

Pushing a tablet over his head hard at night, he stood up. His left leg was soft and he almost fell, and the acute pain of a needle prick had not been felt in a long time. You don't have to touch it, you'll know your leg is broken at night. It takes half a day for this injury to recover, even if his body mass is combined with boiling blood.

The Romill counterattack was really strong, and it took a thousand nights to get away with it at the cost of a leg.

It's just a thousand nights to know that Romill is definitely having a rough time. The original gun, even if it was the Duke, could not be taken at will. Romill used blood secrets to force down the wounds in an attempt to harvest this victory. Just doing so will make the injury worse afterwards, if not surprisingly, in the next phase of the Battle of Surface, Romil should not be seen.

Platt retreated all over his body, causing a little regret for the thousand nights. But Romill is the biggest target.

Song Zining came from the other side and looked at Thousand Nights. He grinned. “You've had such a rough time..."

He didn't finish his sentence. His face was white and he almost fell to the ground.

Reaching out and grabbing him for a thousand nights, he took a long breath looking at the traces of purple fireworks not yet completely scattered in the distant sky.

Song Zining took a few big breaths. After standing steady, he held onto the balance with his opposite hand for a bit of a thousand nights and said: “Finally it's over! ”

Nodded a thousand nights.

Carol appeared next to the two of them, just to talk, just listened to a cheer, Junior Juggie flew over, a flying punch, and jumped at Thousand Nights and Song Zining!

The two of them were shocked. In their current state, how could a little guy take this puff? At the end of a strong crossbow, one broke his left leg and couldn't even flash. Carol was still quick to react, hurrying to hold the little girl's waist and cut her off.

Just listening to the bang, Carol took two steps back with Juggie in her arms. Carol is in perfect condition, her strength is intact, and she's been hit like this. If it's Song Zining, I'm afraid I'll have to break a few bones.

The time spent in the Palace of the Spirit seemed to have allowed the little one to accept Carol, and to be stopped and not seized.

Song Zining suddenly said: "Sir Carol, please take Ju Ji back to Ying Ling Palace and do not put him in unless I or Thousand Nights are present. ”

Carol was slightly surprised, and a thousand nights frowned unconsciously, but didn't say anything.

Song Zining caught a sudden change in the divine color of the thousand nights, and said: “It is true that it is the Zhao valve signal, but it is not necessarily the Zhao valve's person who came. The Palace of the Spirit is our only way back and must not be lost. ”

“I understand.” Nodded a thousand nights.

Carol took Juggie up into the air, into the void, and returned to the Palace of the Spirit. Ju Ji bit her thumb and looked at Thousand Nights and Song Zining. Perhaps she also felt a sudden and tight atmosphere, without making a scene.

Carol just left, and an unspeakable scent covered the whole of White City. This breath is subtle and magnificent, pure and brimming with intense blood fire, and gives a rather strange feeling, as if multiple scents were supposed to be incompatible and strangely integrated.

As soon as the breath swept through White City, a figure appeared in front of Thousand Nights and Song Zining. He stood like that, but naturally became the focus of the whole scene.

Song Zining's expression suddenly appeared a little uncomfortable, because when the person appeared, he stared at him blindly. Between eyes, Song Zining's forehead saw sweat and his smile became somewhat forceful. "The Fourth Son came so fast. ”

This is Zhao Jundu, the first of the younger generation of the Empire.

He looked at Song Zining, faintly: “With seven less skills, how can it not be me? ”

Song Zining shook his head immediately. “Who dares count you now? ”

Zhao Jundu was not moved. "You have your own way, you know it's me. ”

Song Zining smiled bitterly, "You can say so. ”

Zhao Jundu just then glanced at Qianni and said: “Be careful, even Zhao Valve's people should be careful. ”

There is nothing wrong with this sentence, but after the conversation between Zhao Jundu and Song Zining, no one can hear whether or not the opposite is true.

Song Zining looked more nervous until Zhao Jundu asked: “What are you nervous about? Is there something you're not telling me?” At this time, he seemed to know that his heart was already in the table of words.

Song Zining shook his head immediately: “I've been with Thousand Nights all this time. What can I hide? Besides, I've moved to a neutral place. I've ignored the Empire for a long time. What can I do? ”

Zhao Jundu smiled faintly. “Seven Majorities can be very human. Being a thousand miles away, they can also remotely influence the big picture. ”

At the end of the night, when we saw each other face to face, we had to talk about a stalemate. We hurried to switch the subject: “Are you hurt? ”

“I was in a hurry. How could I not get hurt?” Zhao Jundu is understated, but how can there be an easy battle when he can surpass Princess Hideaki of the East Road, the first to kill under White City?

“Thousand nights' legs were also damaged, I went to get a doctor...”

Song Zining wanted to go, but was stopped by two empty columns of purple fire. He only listened to Zhao Jundu Yu: “Don't try to escape! What doctor is more useful than our own recovery? ”

Zhao Jundu said as he leaned down along his left leg for a thousand nights and stood up straight: “Fine. Sit down and fix it. What are you doing standing there? That guy doesn't need your help. ”

Thousand nights thought it was better not to talk, so he sat down, found a strap, handled the trauma briefly, and wrapped his left leg around it.

Song Zining knew he couldn't escape and smiled bitterly: “So what now? ”

“Of course it's research on cloth defense. ”

“Clothes?” Song Zining instinctively has a bad premonition.

“Behind me are tens of thousands of Dark Race armies and a Duke Town. ”

Thousand nights and Song Zining looked at each other and became serious. In this level of battlefield, the Duke character must preside over the party. The presence of the Duke is not surprising, but the amount invested is a problem, as can be seen from the fact that the five fleets in the battle of the outer void are the Grand Duke.

The empire has a limited number of top strongmen, most of whom need to defend their homeland and cope with border fighting. Against the backdrop of the current moratorium on civil jihad, even if the Dark Races did not raise the level of war, the intensity had increased, and the imperial disadvantages in that regard were immediately apparent.

Zhao Jundu smiled. "What are you doing like this? Don't say it's the Duke, it's the Prince. Do you have to fight the same? ”

Song Zining took out a map, opened it and looked at it, and threw it aside. At this moment, White City became a rubble, and almost none of the original maps matched.

He found a clean slate, dug up a piece of charcoal as a pen, drew a simple map around White City, and asked Zhao Jundu: “How many people have you brought? ”

"'A thousand,' said Zhao Jundu. ”

Song Zining and Qianni had no idea that this was all Zhao Jundu brought in. But just think about it, Zhao Jundu pushed here at full speed, and it's already amazing that a thousand people can keep up. We can see that Zhao Valve's private army is highly qualified.

Then Zhao Jundu added: “It's all light clothing. ”

This is even worse, meaning that mercenaries do not receive much-needed supplies at all.

However, Song Zining did not take this difficulty into account. At this time, the ground troops of the eternal night were also tired, and there was still a lot of fighting power left to speak of.

“Who's the Duke? ”

“Doyle, the Duke of the Werewolves, is good at surprises and close combat, a simple-minded guy, and poorly equipped.” Zhao Jundu.

“Has no one dealt with him? ”

“The Lord Wei fought with him several times, basically evenly splitting the autumn colors, each slightly injured. ”

“The werewolf? I can try this.” Thousand Nightways. This is a close match, but a favorite opponent of the thousand nights. They have difficulty hiding from the original guns of a thousand nights.

“He didn't necessarily dare go into town.” Zhao Jundu said faintly.

The atmosphere is not nervous when the three of you say my words about research is defensive. Since Zhao Jundu's Middle Road Army and Dark Fire Mercenaries have successfully joined together, the Battle of Surface has won most of the battle. As long as we occupy White City, hundreds of thousands of eternal night army backroads on land are cut off, and we are lucky to escape one or two achievements.