Monarch of Evernight

Training half a million werewolves is not as simple as just sending out armor.

All werewolves are required to mix with the ethnic Forces nouvelles, and fighting is also a mixed force. The complexity of such training has multiplied and higher standards have been set for the selection of werewolf warriors.

Those with strong bodies but strong primitive veterinary qualities who disobey orders cannot be selected. In the past, they were an integral part of the Lycan army. Once on the battlefield, when they have a violent seizure, they will not survive the attack, which is the best card in the hands of Commander Werewolf.

However, it appears that such fighters have been disregarded at night and have not been given a place in the mixed army. In this way, almost every large tribe needs to be mobilized in order to prepare half a million troops, a workload that is astronomical.

No ashes? In the face of this situation, Escar didn't say anything, but she didn't know what to say. It's a good thing you didn't use werewolves as cannon ash for a thousand nights, but?!

The training of the Chinese Forces nouvelles, which already had a set of methods, has now been overthrown by the thousands of nights, following the accelerated training method created by Song Zining in the Dark Fire Mercenary. So Xu Jingxuan's workload is also small.

By this point, all four were exhausted and each had a thick pile of things to do in his hands. Song Hui didn't mean to say: “Such a large army doesn't know who to hit. ”

One sentence awakens people, basically mobilizing is the same thing, but different opponents, there will still be differences in the details of preparation to be done. The more detailed you think in advance in this regard, the bigger the winning side, the smaller the loss.

Song Lun looked at Xu Jingxuan. "You are Lu's man, tell me about it. ”

Xu Jingxuan looked at Askar, “I'm still across the corridor and the Emerald Sea. That's two months ago, I was thinking about how to defend against the werewolf offense. How can it matter so far? Ask him! ”

Escar smiled bitterly, "Don't forget, even if it were me, there would be a emerald sea in the middle. Our tribal ancestral map doesn't even have the edge of the emerald sea painted. You ask me what I have over there. How do I know? ”

“Why don't you ask some tribal chiefs from the Emerald Sea?” Song Hui proposes.

“Exactly. ”

A moment later, the werewolf chief with bright feathers in his head walked into the conference room, and the first sentence was, "You know I'm the smartest chief in the Emerald Sea! Ask me about it! By the way, what did you want to ask? ”

The turkey chief in front of him is fat and big. He's two laps older than a normal werewolf. Why doesn't he look smart? His past wind reviews were also reckless and lacking in wisdom. Only with exceptional luck will the tribe continue to grow.

Of the first tribes to surrender, his tribe was the largest and his position was westerly, so Askar was the first to find him. The size of the Lycan tribe also affects how much information is available, and much of it does not reach the sub-tribes at all.

A few people looked at each other, and finally Askar said, "Hawk, what do you know about the forces on the other side of the Emerald Sea? ”

Hawk grinned, “There's nothing I don't know! To the west of the Emerald Sea are some werewolves and tribes, and to the south are some werewolves and tribes. Oh, there may be other races, but it doesn't matter anyway. ”

That's not what I said.

Soren looked at Askar and said, "Can we find a tribe that's really on the western border? ”

Escar shook his head, "It's too far away for those tribes to surrender. ”

Xu Jingxuan's eyes lit up, “Isn't that the goal? Beat those tribes down first! ”

At a time of intense discussion, the Command Room, faced with a map of the entire land at night, was thinking about the next course of action.

This map, which clearly shows the distribution of power throughout the land and mineral resources, is highly classified information of the Empire and is kept on its own for thousands of nights. It will only produce a copy of it if necessary, in order to develop a plan.

After taking over the Emerald Sea, Thousand Nights was originally intended to rest and recuperate for a while, before proceeding with the internal affairs of the territory. But he didn't realize that most werewolves had turned themselves in. In order not to leave tens of millions of werewolves idle, the pace of expansion needs to be further accelerated.

A few days later, the battlefield was finally cleaned up, and hundreds of thousands of captives were held by mixed units at night before being reopened to the capital of the Emerald Sea, the city of Bibo.

With a huge team, hundreds of kilometres of roads went down for days. As soon as you enter the heart of the Emerald Sea, there will be a great deal of water in front of you at night. Even standing on the battlefield deck, 100 meters from the ground, you can't see the end of this big water.

The pristine tides pat gently on the rocky shore and the sound is soft and long. The shore is filled with blue or blue rock, making the otherwise clear surface of the water look like a giant emerald in the field of view.

The water is actually an inland lake, but it's extraordinarily huge, spanning hundreds of kilometres, so it's called the Emerald Sea, and the whole area is named for it.

Another half-day along the Costa Smeralda, a male city appeared in front of the army.

Situated on a peninsula stretching into the lake, the city's walls are thirty meters high, and it's a spectacular sight to see. The tallest main building in the city is 100 metres high, with a huge terrace at the top overlooking the entire emerald sea. The walls are so heavily constructed that at every distance there is a prominent pristine fortress, which, defensively speaking, is a golden soup.

The castle itself is already very large, while outside the castle it is a larger neighbourhood that extends beyond the peninsula. It's just that buildings outside the city are mostly small and dilapidated, and by imperial standards are slums.

When the army arrived, a panic could be seen inside and outside the castle, but it soon subsided.

With the fall of the White Bone Duke, news of the fall of the Allied Coalition Army of the Emerald Sea has long reached the city of Bibo, and Esca sent envoys earlier to stabilize the situation. The world of werewolves is a weak predator, and the strong are the kings. The Duke of White Bones is dead, the Night of the Thousand is regarded as the new king, and the lower layers of these werewolves are just a new object of worship, and life is no different for them.

The Pioneer Regiment unfolded outside the city of Bibo, forming an army formation, and then slowly landed on a thousand night battle tours. Hundreds of werewolves were already on the side of the road waiting to be respected as they stepped out of the warship for thousands of nights.

Each of these werewolves is a powerful man, and although there are many of them, they are already an immense force. They are all gorgeous, full of carvings and tattoos on their weapons armor, rich or expensive, either as chief sacrifices or as powerful clans in the city.

At night, these werewolves are all confused. Look at me. Let me look at you. I don't know how good it is. From the image and the atmosphere, the thousand nights should be the people they are waiting for here.

But Thousand Nights is so young, it's not good looking and care, it's really young. Besides, they didn't feel a hint of force from a thousand nights, and it seemed like an ordinary person, but the oppression that brought them was suffocating.

After a thousand nights, Askar pressed his voice down, "My lord, breath! ”

After a thousand nights of enlightenment, a stream of dark golden blood is released. For a moment, the deep breath of the ancient river of blood runs deep into the blood of every werewolf, giving them a chestnut of their own. Just listen to a thump, and one of the nearest werewolf chiefs landed on his knees a thousand nights away. Follow closely, the werewolves kneel down one by one, unable to lay low, extremely respectful.

Carol's gaze darkens as she moves.

At this moment, a thousand nights made her feel different, more vain, more elusive. That deep, obscure feeling, it's like facing a pit with no bottom. After the battle with the Duke of White Bones, it seems that every hour of the thousand nights progress, and every other day, the breath will be different. I really don't know how strong he is now.

Looking at the werewolf who could not kneel down, he turned into an ordinary man after a thousand nights. "Get up, let's go into the city. ”

The werewolves were still on their knees and had to wait a thousand nights before they dared to get up and follow. Between the dark races, repression stemming from blood forces is particularly evident, and too large a hierarchical difference also obliterates inter-ethnic rivalries. For these powerful werewolves, all they experience is the horror of a thousand nights, and the natural resistance to blood has long gone.

A white-white sacrifice came up to the side of the thousand nights and said, “When the Duke was here, I was the great sacrifice of the city, and it has been more than 300 years. Every change in this city is engraved deep in my soul. So next, I'll be the adult, and you can ask me any questions you have. ”

Nodded a thousand nights.

From the outskirts of the city to the gates of the castle, it is a dozens of metres wide avenue, paved with rubble, and looks extraordinary. However, on both sides of the avenue is a low-lying shanty tower, and it doesn't feel very good in the distance. At this moment, the nearby view reveals that one room is made of wooden columns and grass seats. Even the doors and windows are so small that it is basically a shanty that can barely protect the rain.

The furniture in the shantytowns was also so humble that most of them had no beds, just hay on the ground, cabinets were not always in the house, tables and chairs that could be seen were mostly damaged, missing legs were the norm, and were replaced by twig grass.

The smell in the shantytowns is bad and the Chinese are disgusting. Wolves of primitive tribal morphology don't feel much and have long been used to this smell. But people can't.

Silent at night, the force quietly covered the body, isolating all the flavors. But the mercenary generals don't have the ability to do that, a bitter face, a crying face. Song Hui is even more pale and will spit out at any time.

I'll see you in a thousand nights. I can only give her a break on the tour. And the mercenary generals, including Xu Jingxuan, did not have such good luck. One of them had to follow his scalp into the city for a thousand nights.

This path into the city seems endless. In the shantytowns on both sides, more and more werewolves appeared, standing by the roads and watching the walkers entering the city. Most of them have numb eyes, dirty bodies, no bloodthirsty common with werewolves, or just lean and depraved.

“I had no idea there was such a werewolf.” A mercenary general whispered.

Askar's ears were sensitive, and when she heard it, she just said, "Everywhere there are poor people, and werewolves are no exception. ”

“Why don't they go to the big hallway? ”

“I'd rather stay here than live or die in the Great Corridor. At least every other year, there is also an opportunity to ascend to the sky. ”

The mercenary general asked and learned that the Duke of White Bones selects a group of young werewolves every year, nominally as disciples. In fact, the vast majority of them are only servants and slaves in the province, and they are thankful to be guards.

However, even though it is only a lower man, even though the Duke of Skull and Skull rarely appears once a year in the Duke's Palace in the city, it is still an opportunity to ascend to heaven for the lower werewolves. So many werewolves live outside the city, just for that rare chance every two years.

Normally, the chief sacrifices in the city will need manpower, and these very poor werewolves outside the city will be hard work, even cannon ash. Hundreds of thousands of werewolves survived with a bit of food debris falling between the big fingers.

What you see at night is different from what others see. He noted that older werewolves were largely invisible, with more than half of them apparently young, and the rest predominantly young.