Monarch of Evernight

At afternoon, a high-speed frigate left the Wolftooth Fortress and headed towards a plain at the corner of the Great Corridor. There are four Lycan tribes living there.

Targets were only designated on the map when the thousand nights departed, and there is no possibility of Escar making a false statement in secret.

Song Hui seized the opportunity to be alone with Thousand Nights for a short time and expressed his opinions again. "There must be a conspiracy behind this. That stinking wolf must have his own purpose! ”

As you can see, she was extremely alert to Escar, and she was refreshing her understanding of the Count of the Werewolf at a time. No wonder Zheng Guo did not take advantage of the werewolves in the presence of such talents as Xu Jingxuan under such great differences in social forms on both sides.

But in this regard, Thousand Nights has its own opinion, “Purposeful is normal, otherwise for what? Force suppression? The Twilight Continent can be dropped off by a clan chief to put Lu Lu in the bag. As for whether it's a conspiracy, look and you'll see. ”

This is a short journey and you will reach your destination soon.

Many mercenary generals also entered the Lycan tribe camps for the first time as visitors. Thousands of nights, however, are quite surprising to see more than one Lycan tribe on the Continent.

The werewolf tribes here are much more primitive than the werewolves on other continents. A cone-top house is made of wood, hay and mud bricks, and the camp is protected by a wooden barbed fence, not even a city wall. Many high poles were erected in the camp with wind-dried prey. The camp is quite small, but large prey accounts for only a few, mostly wild ducks.

Seeing thousands of nights walking into the camp, many werewolf tribesmen walked out of the grass house and watched silently. It is not surprising that the camp is mostly full of women and children, few young and strong, who may already be in the conscripted army, but the elderly are few and somewhat strange. The wolves lay idly in the shade, occasionally shaking their tails.

The wolves are mostly wearing homemade leather coats, and many children are simply naked, and even some women are naked.

By the grass house, on the kitchen table of the werewolves, scattered with grain and dried fruit, mixed with dried meat, cooked into porridge, that's their food. It's just a pitiful small proportion of meat, perhaps only adding a little bit of cannibalism to the porridge.

Looking at outsiders, the werewolves had curiosity, awe, but more indifference and numbness, as if hard life had drained all their passion.

Thousands of nights have never seen the lives of tribal peoples from the perspective of a peaceful bystander, nor did they expect the wolves in the Great Corridor to fall to this point. For a moment, he was reminiscent of a dump on the mainland.

The werewolves don't say it's a complete carnivore, it's not that bad. Eating less meat can seriously affect their growth. In the past, the Empire held werewolf captives. One secret was to only feed them cereal food, and for a week, stronger werewolves would also become weak, let alone resist, and not even flee.

But the wolves in the big corridor seem to be used to vegetarianism, which is what the environment forces them to do.

As he watched the details of the Lycan tribe for a thousand nights, an elderly Lycan sacrificed sniffing hard and suddenly shouting: "Yes, Your Majesty, Your Majesty! ”

He rushed to the ground in front of the thousand nights and kissed the boots of the thousand nights. The wolves in the whole tribe were like frying pots, all pouring in, like crazy.

The mercenary generals were shocked and someone drew their weapons.

The first breath of Askar was released, and the Werewolf tribesmen were deterred by force of transcendence, and then drank aloud: “Stand down and keep your distance. If anyone offends Your Majesty, I will skin him and hang him on a high pole! ”

At this moment, the Dark Count, who is so talented in sniping that he has a relatively robust style of combat, reveals the ferocity and cruelty of the werewolves. Such threats work well for the werewolves, who kneel on the ground, crawl back, and make way for the thousands of nights and others.

Cold sweep to Askar at night, slightly frowned: “What was the name again? ”

Askar respectfully said, "Go to the altar of your ancestors and you will see. ”

He glanced at him at night and walked into one of the largest grass houses in the middle of the tribe. This is where the altar of the ancestors is located and the sacred site of the entire tribe, let alone the outsiders, that is, the ordinary tribal people do not have the right to step in at random. But several of the sacrifices had no objection, and they crawled to greet the thousands of nights in.

Frowning at night, stepping into the door. Once in the door, it's like entering another world, with very different breaths inside and out. Unexpectedly, the thousand nights have perceived their breath at the altar of their ancestors. In today's world, one must not mistake the smell of dark golden blood for a thousand nights.

In the middle of the altar of the ancestors, the totem columns of the tribal ancestors surround a central badge like the stars of the moon. The badge is made of steel, rough, uneven edges, and doesn't even cut out the perfect positive circle. Just one thing like this, put it in the Empire is the ground, and you can sell a few copper coins and you're done.

If there's anything special about it, it's contaminated with a little bit of night's blood. This is one of the badges that Askar used to infiltrate the night with blood. Thousands of nights thought he wanted something to prove his actions, which was common in both the Everlasting Night and the Empire. The real big man's creations all have a unique smell and can't be forged.

Who would have thought that such a batch of crude and indiscriminate things would be placed in the middle of the altar of the ancestors by the first tribe of werewolves as sacred objects to worship?

He picked up his badge and looked at it and put it back on the altar. He also found that after such a long period of time, his blood pressure on the badge had increased rather than diminished. Does the worship of the werewolves nourish the blood?

“What's going on?” Asked again a thousand nights ago.

“As you've seen, wolves all over the Great Corridor treat you like a true king. Your place in their minds is unique, taking precedence over your ancestors. So you don't have to worry about our loyalty. ”

Thousand Nights laughed, "Do you think I'll believe that? What did you tell them to do that for? ”

Askar knelt down on one knee and said: "Your Majesty, it is so. It's not just them, me and my people, who believe that you are the real king who has brought us out of this mess. ”

In the voice of a thousand nights, he asked, “Why? What I'm showing you is blood. On the upper continent, there was a feud between the blood and the werewolves, and jihad lasted less than 10,000 years and thousands of years. ”

“Your Majesty…”

“I don't want to hear that again. ”

As soon as Askar was nitrogen, her head was lowered and she said, "As you wish. ”

He paused slightly, seemingly organizing his thinking, and said, "The upper continent is too far away from us, and jihad is more than a legend: the wolves in the Great Hall want to be simple, just to live. ”

Chilled out at night, “Every community wants to live. What's the point, or is that all you can say? ”

“For the werewolves in the Great Corridor, survival is a luxurious goal," said Askar. For the survival of tribal communities, we have no choice, yes, no choice but war. Either bring the spoils back on the battlefield or die to ease the tribal burden. There are so many werewolves in the Great Hall that some must die in order for others to survive. ”

It's a heavy and simple logic.

Competition for a living space is inherently the eternal theme of the endless battles of the entire eternal world, and the difference between the camps and the camps, within their respective camps and even within the same clan, lies only in the extent. And the situation of the Lycan tribes in front of the Great Corridor is likely to be worse than in most places.

Xu Jingxuan suddenly said: "Is this why you attack Zheng every year? ”

Escar nodded, “That's the most important reason. Otherwise, no one is willing to attack a well-defended fortress. ”

Xu Jingxuan snorted and looked ugly. Every summer and autumn, the werewolves will attack the Zheng Nation, loot Autumn Food, rob supplies, come and whistle. Even with the fortress, casualties in the garrison are not small. Many familiar faces have become names on headstones each year throughout the years of the Western presidency.

In terms of casualty figures, werewolves still outnumber people. Even if we now see the living environment of the werewolves and know that it is the werewolves who want to cut the population, for Xu Jingxuan, hatred is still hatred and will not give birth to half sympathy.

A mercenary general suddenly said, "If you werewolves can't feed yourselves, surrender and let the grownups feed you? ”

This is a phrase that speaks a lot of people's hearts at this moment and how bad it is to stare at Askar.

Askar raised her head to the sight of a thousand nights. His eyes were clear, he had courage, pride and candor, but he was not conspired to be torn apart by panic and lack of heart.

“The reason for our submissiveness is indeed to live. ”

As soon as this was said, many of the mercenary generals snorted and looked angrily at Escar. Only the two deacons of the Temple of Frost Thunder had no expression on their faces and wondered what they were thinking.

Askar suddenly raised her voice and said, "But we don't want you to feed us, we werewolves are born warriors, our ancestors were born in a war and died in it. We can feed ourselves! Even if you need a little help from adults now, it's just because this time of year, women are having babies and they're eating more. I, on the other hand, want to make it possible for older people to live after the grain harvest. ”

At this time of the thousand nights, I heard something different, “You said an old man? ”

Askar's voice turned low, pointing a finger at several sacrifices that must be white, saying: "In the Great Hall, only sacrifices and witch doctors can live to this age. The rest of the tribe, as long as their strength begins to recede, have to go to war or enter the mountains to find the right cemetery. So you can't see the old man in the tribe. The werewolves here, they don't deserve to grow old. ”

A few simple words are incredibly heavy.

Even Xu Jingxuan and the mercenary general were silent, and in the presence of the high level of the dark fire, they felt more deeply than those from the Song Valve. In this dark world, people have always been a vulnerable race, a place of neutrality and a small country like Zheng Guo, and the fate of the civilian population at the bottom and the incapacitated is no better than that of these werewolves. Only in the powerful Qin Empire, which stood for a thousand years, can there be peace in the interior of the mainland, and the term rest and recuperation.

Looking at Askar for a thousand nights, his gaze seemed a bit dazzling, as though he had seen an unknown void somewhere, perhaps a node of a long river of time.

After a while, Thousand Nights said, “What do you want me to do? ”