Monarch of Evernight

Chapter 1227: Legendary King

Many of the decorations here are made from a variety of giant animal skeletons, more suited to the name of the White Bone Duke, but this way, you can't help but look at the ghost. And up there, there's all kinds of training and laboratories, and there's even a small workshop, which should be where the Duke of White Bones hand-works his bones and equipment.

The Duke's bedroom, on the top floor of the castle, occupies the entire floor, with a large bed made of animal bones in the centre, covered with thick and varied animal hides. This bedroom is a very special werewolf, pristine and wild.

The most silent part of the night, however, is that the entire bedroom is not sealed, and the side of the emerald sea is supported by more than a dozen stone columns and there are no windows at all. Cold winds from the emerald seas can blow in unscrupulously, adding a few bits of ice to every corner.

Werewolves are not cold-blooded animals and will love fire and warmth, and the White Bone Duke's preferences are hard to understand at night. The bedroom is decorated with a lot of bone sculptures, beast heads, and some weird styles of stone, more like an altar than a bedroom.

After a thousand turns, I heard the high priest say something and couldn't help but say: "Let me live here? ”

The High Sacrifice respectfully replied: "Only you are eligible to live in this sacred place. ”

Good thing it's not cold in the day, otherwise you really have to wonder if these werewolves want to freeze themselves to death here. The Costa Smeralda has four distinct seasons, the winter is quite cold, the wet cold breeze blows, and at high altitude, this place is really freezing to death.

She shrugged her shoulders for a thousand nights and walked to the big white bone bed. She patted the head of the bed with her bare hands. She lifted a piece of animal skin and looked at it. “Remove the bed and throw it out. ”

Until the voice goes down, a thousand nights of humming, carefully measuring the skin of the beast in your hand. The black pattern on the white back of this beast hide doesn't show what the beast is made of. It feels flat to get it. This is the equivalent of a mattress blanket that you don't intend to keep at night. But just now he pulled at will, and he didn't pull, so he added a little force to his unconscious hand, and he still didn't pull!

This strength of the thousand nights, let alone the animal skin, is that the steel plate is also torn, this black and white grained animal skin is unharmed, this is not unusual.

A corner can be seen stuck in the skeleton seam of the bed frame after the animal's skin, which is wrapped around the bed, is lifted. Rugged animal skins are one of them, and the bones that make up the bed frame are extraordinary.

Thousand nights bending fingers, bouncing at the bedside of the bone bed, fingertips of the force flashed away, fingers behind the back of the sound of gold iron strike. If you look closely, there are more white spots on the bed frame, and as soon as you wipe the marks off your hands, you can erase many of them.

I was deeply surprised when I raised my eyebrows at night. That finger is not as simple as looking at it. It has already used the power of Dawn Enlightenment. Although his original crystal is not fully solid at this moment and the exclusive ability to become the future of God has not yet been revealed, in terms of the properties of the Force, Dawn Enlightenment has been purified yet again, and has come a little closer to the origin of Dawn.

The power of this finger, equivalent to a nuclear artillery shell, leaves only this little mark. Bone bed beast The giant beast at the origin of the bone, I'm afraid its strength was not beneath the dragon.

A thousand nights suddenly heard behind him pounce, looked back and saw that the high priest had knelt on the ground, with his forehead touching the ground, unable to lay down. And after the great sacrifice, the werewolf nobles all knelt down.

“What are you doing?” Thousand Nights Ask.

“We have finally confirmed that you are the true king of legend! ”

“How did you confirm that? ”

The High Sacrifice raised his head slightly and said: "This bed is made of the remains of the beast, on which no one has been able to leave a mark for 300 years. Not even the Duke. ”

“If these bones can't move, how does this bed work? ”

“I was in charge of the surveillance, and in fact all the frames of this bed were fixed with a belt wrapped around a natural bone of the right shape. ”

Remove all the hides of the animals for a thousand nights, and the bed frame structure shows the full picture, which is true.

He picked up a few other skins, though not as black and white, and they weren't owned by ordinary beasts. So many kinds of empty beast hides, I don't know where the Duke of the White Bones got them.

It is a pity that these animal skins are used to make beds, and they are uncomfortable, making the taste of the White Bone Duke even more unclear at night. He rolled up all the hides of the animals and threw them at Xu Jingxuan. "Put these away and turn them back into armor. ”

Xu Jingxuan caught this large pile of animal skin. He had to take a step back to stabilize it. He was also a knowledgeable product. At first glance, he changed color on his face. "So many! ”

The bed frame was slapped again at the end of the night, and he said, "Remove this, too, and send it all to the battleship. ”

The bones of the Vacant Beast are extremely stiff and much stiffer than ordinary high-strength alloys. If you want to process it, you have to rely on a large number of special tools. Needless to say, cutting blades and drill bits for punching alone is not the property of a regular craftsman's shop. Only the Imperial and Everlasting Blood and Demonic Famous Families can master this technology.

These void giant beast bones can't even be processed in South Qingcheng, where the Dark Fire headquarters are located, and are mostly sent to Ningyuan Heavy Industries' workshop in the Empire.

Thousands of nights walking around the bedroom again, this time with all the surrounding accessories. Indeed, many bone ornaments are made of the skeleton of the Vacant Beast and are of great value. The skeletons of the Vacant Beast are used as ornaments, and there are really some small pieces of material.

And at this time, we finally know why there's a dedicated workshop for the Duke of White Bones, and he can't figure out how many people can process these things without his own hands, because of the raw tools.

The Vacant Beast Skeleton is light and strong and is the finest material, as well as the best performing alloy in the Empire. For example, the skeletons on the dragon ship that still have vitality are priceless. These ornaments around, perhaps in the eyes of the Duke of White Bones, are works of art, but unfortunately there is no point in tasting them at all, ordering them all to be sorted out and moved to the battleship, the purpose will not naturally be to watch.

Thousands of nights have been weighing bone beds for quite some time. Since these are natural bones, he has tried to learn a little more about the Vacant Beast by observing it, but ultimately he has no choice. What suddenly came to mind at night? “Since you made the bone bed, is there any bone left? ”

"There is, of course, a surplus, and a great many more," said the High Sacrifice. The remainder of the skeleton, part in the altar of the ancestors, part in the Duke's vault. ”

“Treasury? ”

“The Duke has his own vault, but only the Duke himself knows where it is. The craftsmen who built the warehouse had all been executed. ”

Nodding for a thousand nights, he said: "Then find it slowly. Now go to the altar of the ancestors. ”

“My lord, this way please. ”

The Ancestors' Altar is next to the Duke's Palace and an extraordinarily magnificent palace. The lobby is 30 metres high and ends with an altar made of boulders with a statue of a giant wolf carved from blue stone. Around the statue, there are skeletons of giant beasts scattered.

There is also a small altar in front of the Grand Altar with more than a dozen statues of werewolves of various shapes. In terms of clothing, they appear to belong to different tribes.

"This is the statue of the ancestors of the seventeen tribes that built the city of Bibo, and it's our totem," the grand altar said. The central location, which belonged to the Duke, now belongs to you. ”

At the centre of the altar, there is a long stone, obviously unfinished, with a badge stained with a thousand nights.

In just a few days, the dark golden smell of the badge was more vibrant than those of the Lycan tribes in the Great Hallway. The city of Bibo is home to the royal city of the Emerald Sea, and the sacrifice is far too effective.

In the true vision of the thousand nights, the seventeen ancestral statues are similarly encircled by force, but now they are all inclined away from the side of the thousand nights badge, seemingly in fear of dark gold.

Placing the badge directly in the center of the Ancestors' Altar also demonstrates the attitude of the Emerald Seawolf tribe towards the thousand nights. Had it not been for their sincere submission, they would have preferred to destroy the altar of their fathers, and would not have done so.

By now, Thousand Nights has actually figured out that it doesn't matter what the legend circulates among werewolves is true or false, what really deters the werewolves is the blood and river smell, or more accurately, the blood and river source, the power of the dark source.

Whatever the magic and blood is, it is part of the dark lineage, like the power of the werewolves' ancestors. They resist each other because they are in different sections, yet at the end of the path of eventual purification is the same end point, which is the dark source!

In fact, these werewolves worship the Thousand Nights as the Son of Darkness, and the power he demonstrates reveals the darkness of nobility, so it doesn't matter which race blood belongs to.

After watching the altar of the ancestors, a thousand nights were ordered to remove the skeletons of the empty beasts surrounding the giant wolf's totem and then to go to the chamber to which the Duke of White Bones often went before his birth.

The Chamber is equally remarkable: a long gold stone table is almost higher than an ordinary man, and even for werewolves, not everyone can find confidence in it.

The giant stone chair at the end of the long table, the Duke of the White Bone is just right, sitting like a child at night. This stone chair is too big for even spider demons to sit on. When the White Bone Duke was heavily armored, it was full of bone pricks and fangs, and if the chair wasn't big enough, it really wouldn't fit.

Thousands of nights have been sitting on the main seat, but there has been chaos down there for a while. Finally, under the joint coordination of the Grand Sacrifice and Askar, the old part sat on one side and the Emerald Wolf nobility sat on the other side.

The first agenda of the proceedings was the debriefing, the rise of the High Sacrifice, and a detailed report on the number of wolves, taxes, warriors and property throughout the Emerald Sea, including the city of Bibo. Next came Askar, who reported on the hunt for tens of thousands of werewolf fighters who had fled the day, and what remained of the entire Emerald Seawolf tribe's intransigence.

There is now also a clear act of resistance against marginalized tribes. Together, these tribes are several hundred in size, and the total number of wolves is over a million, which seems to be a significant force. However, they are scattered and can be broken individually. In equal numbers, the Lycan tribe is not at all an opponent of the newly trained mixed units of the Thousand Nights. It is only a matter of time before these tribes are cleared.

Then comes minerals and resources. Emerald sea wolves live in pristine, backward technology, there is no prospecting technology at all, and all that can be mined are some road colors. From the veins that can now be easily exploited by crude technology, it is assumed that there will certainly be more resources under the vast boundaries of the emerald sea, but that discovery will take time.

As for all kinds of resources, they are jewelry jade stones, rare birds and beasts. These are the main means by which the emerald sea can be transported to the outside world in exchange for weapons.

The city of Bipo is at the heart of the entire Emerald Sea and, thanks to the rich fishery yields of the Emerald Sea, has been able to stabilize the city, which is home to hundreds of thousands of werewolves. Other cities are pitifully small and, by imperial standards, can only be described as small townships.

After a brief overview of the entire Costa Smeralda Sea, a large corridor werewolf, a mercenary general's configuration points up six roads of horses, each staffed with 20,000 mixed units, assisted mainly by mercenary generals and two werewolf titled nobles, killing in all directions and sweeping away the tribes of werewolves who refuse to return.

Both Askar and Xu Jingxuan were retained to integrate the Emerald Seawolves and to form new mixed units. Just to arm hundreds of thousands of werewolf armies all at once, the burden is too heavy. Even in the Marquis of Daqin level territory, it needs to be slowly digested. The base industry of the thousand nights alone is still too thin.

Even the werewolf noblemen of the Emerald Sea understood when Song Huiban had a small face and reported the number of pieces of equipment he could provide each month. At current yields, even the minimal arming of these hundreds of thousands of werewolf fighters will take twenty or thirty years.

Thousands of nights are also frowned upon, "Can't we build a few more smelters? ”

"'Even if it's easy to build a few smelters,' said Song Hui. 'Where does the mine come from? Forget about the mining. You haven't even done it yet, have you? ”

Arms is an extremely complex industry, with a wide variety of minerals required, and many ores require special mining and smelting techniques. It is by no means overnight to build a fully fledged extractive industry.

At the silence of the thousand nights, the chief with his bright feathers couldn't hold his temper, "Your Majesty, what's to worry about, we werewolves go to war, why do we need so many weapons armor? If not, wouldn't there be a war? Rest assured, our werewolf claws and teeth are the best weapons, and our fur is the finest armor! ”

The words were generous and exhilarating, but the other chiefs and sacrifices were overheard. The werewolves are just brave, not stupid.