Monarch of Evernight

The Lycan chief has yet to say that the high sacrifice has become intolerable and coughs heavily. Among the werewolves, the great sacrifice is still somewhat prestigious, although he does not have bright feathers on his head. The chief looked at the face of the great sacrifice and sat back in silence.

After a thousand nights of silence, Fang said: “After discussing equipment production, first take out the precious jewellery in the warehouse and ask Zining to help us change back the equipment. The ratio of people to werewolves… is purchased on a two-to-one basis. ”

This percentage makes the mercenary generals and Xu Jingxuan slightly dissatisfied, but nothing is said. The werewolves are delightful. The number of werewolves is more than a majority of the population, and the proportion is still extremely low, but a thousand nights of armed werewolves means that his commitment can be expected.

Logistical munitions is a complex project, there is a lot of work to follow, and the discussion of details has been suspended for a thousand nights, and the eyes of the werewolf nobles have been swept away, "I already know why Askar worked, and now what I want to know is why you are willing to take me as king. ”

“You are the son of darkness...” Halfway through the sacrifice, look at the face of the thousand nights and shut up. He understood that the thousand nights at this time suddenly asked questions of their own conscience, would never accept excuses, let alone lies.

The High Sacrifice did not figure out how to put it, he had no idea what to say, and the other chief sacrifices were even less vocal.

Askar stopped talking, grabbed his head or leaned back against the chair. After all, he represented a werewolf from the Great Corridor. Not long ago, the Great Corridor and the Emerald Sea were still hostile. He really had no position to fight this field.

“Because you avenged us!” A sudden voice burst out and frightened everyone.

It was the chief with bright feathers in his head. He was also shocked by the people's reaction to the phrase, but then his head flashed and he stepped on his neck: “What's so hard to say! We've always wanted to chop the White Bone Duke to feed the fish, but nobody dared to say anything. Which of our larger tribes, without ancestors, brothers and sisters or even children, died in the hands of the Duke of White Bones? Didn't you, Os Sacrifice, just put the young boy in the Duke's house last month and never show up again? ”

The named sacrificial head lowered and sighed heavily.

“What's going on?” Thousand Nights Ask.

The high priest sighed and instantly seemed to be aged for decades, saying: “Every year the Duke of White Bones asks the tribes to send the most outstanding young people of the tribe to the Duke's house for a ceremony. After the ceremony, many disappeared forever. The Duke said it was in the process of selecting the strong and sending them to the secret world for intensive training, and that they would gain more strength if they tried to come back. But we do know that it was actually a sacrificial ritual, and that the young children who disappeared were actually sacrifices. ”

“Don't you resist?” Xu Jingxuan asked.

The High Sacrifice smiled bitterly, "Who can resist the Duke's power? Early on, some tribes resisted, or hid their most remarkable children. But all the rebellious tribes were slaughtered, not even by the Duke himself, and his immediate guard and other tribal armies mobilized were enough to wipe it out. As for hiding the children's tribe, it didn't end well either. The Duke doesn't know how to tell if the children he sends are the greatest geniuses of his generation. If not, then that tribe would be equally unlucky. After a few such attempts, no one dared to resist the Duke, nor to deceive the Duke. ”

"If they dare not resist the Duke, they dare to resist me? It does not seem to be too good for these marginal tribes. Kill them all. ”

The high priest hurried, “That's not necessary! When the meeting is over, we will split up to the tribes and persuade them to submit to Your Majesty! If you refuse to listen, it is not too late to kill. ”

He nodded a thousand nights and said, "Fine, then you're moving fast. Moreover, even if they were willing to submit, they would have to act as slaves until they had earned their identity. ”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” The werewolf sacrificial chiefs gave their assent, and their attitude was respectful.

He nodded a thousand nights and said, "Where is the Duke holding the sacrifice ceremony? Show me. ”

The High Sacrifice said: "In the mountains of the north, I know only the approximate range, and the Duke never allowed anyone to approach the altar before he was born. Tribal children are put at the foot of the mountain, and the Duke will take them up the mountain himself. ”

“Then take my battleship. You guide the way. ”

The high priest leaned down, respectfully promised, and followed behind the thousand nights to the top floor of the Duke's house.

There was already a signal from Song Lun. When the crowd reached the top floor, the vast hull of the battle had appeared over the Duke's Palace. It slowly descended and stopped less than 10 meters from the top floor.

At such a close distance, the sense of oppression brought about by the massive hull of the battle was truly unparalleled, even if the Werewolf aristocracy had known about the existence of the Thousand Night Tour and had witnessed it with its own eyes at this moment, it was silent. The city is boiling, and countless werewolves flock to the streets looking up at this enormous and unprecedented thing.

Rise up at night and jump on the battle deck. The werewolf noblemen were given permission to embark immediately in fear, and as soon as they embarked, they looked at each other, their eyes straightened.

“Such a big thing, you can fly!” A werewolf chief subconsciously tunnel.

Sacrifice next to him: “This is a floating boat. What's so unusual about flying! ”

The chief glanced back and said, "Have you ever seen a floating boat this big? This is bigger than the Duke's elephant! All the houses in your tribe together, they're not this big, are they? ”

A series of questions promptly asked about the sacrifice.

At this point, the hull shook slightly, and the tour jumped into the sky in an elegant gesture, then adjusted its course and headed north.

Standing at the bow of the boat for thousands of nights, the earth beneath the mountain river quickly retreated.

The eastern and southern parts of the Emerald Sea are endless grasslands, with slight ups and downs on the ground and tribes of werewolves scattered between the long grass hills. On the north side of the Emerald Sea, the landscape began to undulate, gradually shaping the mountains. Further afield, the mountains become more dangerous, with several mountain peaks soaring to the top of the clouds already covered with ice and snow.

Between the mountains and the emerald sea, it is like a green carpet, misplaced in a patch of land, a land of immortality. Those fields are incredibly strong, they look lovely, and they are surprising.

Thousands of nights, I didn't expect the werewolves to grow these fields, so I asked about it. The grand sacrifice next to him was somewhat embarrassing, "It's a place of God. Whatever it is, it will grow so great that no extra care is needed at all. The fields are filled with cloud wheat, which grows in winter and is cooked twice a year. Once the wheat is ripe, as long as it is harvested and no longer sown, the new wheat will grow on its own in no time. ”

Next to Song Hui listened, his eyes flashed with hidden light.

The thousand nights nodded and said: "Yes, it is indeed a gifted land. ”

The High Sacrifice said: "It is unfortunate that only that part of the world is the land of God. There is no such god anywhere else. ”

After sighing, the High Sacrifice pointed to the distant snow peak and said: "The Duke's ritual altar should be on that snow peak. The terrain is extremely dangerous, and there are many deadly beasts at the bottom of the mountain, and even we are usually difficult to climb. ”

The High Sacrifice is also the Count of Card, meaning that the Duke of White Bones has created a natural defense against the strong of the Count. He chose this place as an altar, and it should be for that reason.

The Count of the Werewolves' insurmountable dangers are nothing less than flat ground in the eyes of a thousand nights. He was even too lazy to pay attention to what was at stake on the ground to direct a cruise over Snow Peak.

The top of the snow peak was artificially flattened, with a dark red shield covering the entire peak.

The peaks are extremely dangerous, the mountains are foggy and the winds are fierce. There are also several shadows of gray traveling in the snow and wind, and actions like electricity, just speed, are not ordinary beasts. Normally, the Baron of the Viscount arrives here to simply serve them extra meals.

The White Bone Duke died so long, how dangerous the arrangement he left behind, no one to preside over it, not a thousand nights in sight. But as a precaution, he called Carol, and the two of them flew off the ship and landed at the top of the summit. Together, the two gods will be able to suppress the White Bone Duke's arrangement.

As if to see them descend from the sky, the gray shadows in the snow approached the top of the peak and made a sharp silk scream as a warning. However, the dark gold gas was released at night. When the first town, those ash shadows immediately lost their fierce state, screaming in horror, turning back into the snow and wind, and never coming out again.

Hovering over the shield for thousands of nights, several bullets popped and landed on the shield. The shield immediately fluctuated sharply, showing signs of collapse under the attack of the Thousand Night Fingers. It appears that defenses are extremely limited and only serve to block the snow and wind, as well as some birds who accidentally sneak into the vicinity.

Those shadows seem to be the Duke's last defense.

After the test, the night did not hesitate, passing directly through the shield and landing at the top of the peak. Carol lagged a little behind and waited for a moment to see that there was nothing unusual before following her and falling by the side of the thousand nights.

Snow Peak peak is like a huge smooth stone surface surrounded by a column of varying shapes. These black-and-red, discolored columns are constantly spraying their force outward, the source of energy that supports the shield.

Extremely visibly, the entire summit also stands, to say the least, thousands of columns, each of which emits little force, but which, taken together, is remarkable, constituting a shield that covers the entire snow peak.

These technologies, thousands of nights and carols, are unprecedented.

Carol was extremely curious, "What are these?” She walked over, a roll of thunder, pulled a pillar out of the ground, and then shouted. The columns came out of the ground and dropped an unknown piece of dark red matter, revealing a piece of Mori white bone!

The scene was so unexpected, Carol, and the scene was so bloody frightening. She set her mind and looked closely at the white bones and the section of the drop, and suddenly she said, “I know, these are the missing werewolf children! ”

“What?” Thousand nights were astonished, came to take a closer look, finally recognised that Carol Ray's whip appeared to be wrapped with legs, but the excess was cut off, the thin spot was put on the meat again, creating a rough cylindrical appearance, and buried in the ground.

Looking at the thousands of columns around us, thousands of nights and Carol are all heartfelt surprises. How many dead werewolf geniuses have been planted here?