Monarch of Evernight

In the middle of the snow peak, surrounded by thousands of columns, there is only one scorched earth. The land is like burned by fire, coke black, and bonded into chunks. There's nothing on the snow peak but this scorched earth.

Walk to the edge of the peak rock at night and look out, suddenly feeling that some of the terrain ahead is a bit unnatural. He walked over and waved his hand up, sweeping the snow away from the force. The snow revealed the white bones of Sensen. Some parts of the white bone can barely see the contours of the werewolves, while others are just broken limbs. Without the special background of Snow Peak Festival, it is impossible to distinguish what species belong.

White bones are just fine. The key is quantity. Just the white bones exposed outside are a few meters thick. I don't know how many remains are hidden under the cover of snow!

“Thousand Nights, I found the entrance!” Carol screamed from afar.

A thousand nights flashed and came to Carol's side. In front of her, a giant tablet of several metres square had been lifted, revealing the next wide and deep passage.

Carol immediately covered her nose as she stepped into the corridor and the smell of corruption swept in. Blood flames burn around you for thousands of nights, burning out all the rotten smells. The passage is not long, and after turning around, it enters a huge hall.

The lobby is dozens of metres tall and extremely wide, seemingly chiseled from natural spaces in the mountains. Every ten meters, a bone torch is inserted into the four walls, and whatever fuel is used, it jumps all over the pyramid phosphorus, staining the entire hall with a gloomy green.

As a result, the space outside the phosphorus flame becomes darker, and Carol's vision in the dotted phosphorus flame is even blurrer than in the night. This environment, and even the stench everywhere, made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

She looked pale and raised her right index finger at night, shining a little light on her fingertips. This light becomes so intense in the blink of an eye, like a new sun, it instantly fills the cave lobby with light and heat.

Screams were heard in several corners, and several werewolf creatures fell out of hiding. As soon as their fur touches the light of dawn, it immediately ignites a hinge of smoke and the burning paste quickly dissipates. Only the rolling shadow kept screaming and rolling in pain.

With a slight harvest of fingertips at night, the light converges, still illuminating the entire hall, but no longer containing devastating heat and flames.

Carol Ray whipped and rolled those werewolf creatures in front of her. If you look closely, they find that these are actually werewolves, and they are very young in appearance, and they are not yet fully developed. They have scars all over them, neat incisions, not negative injuries in combat.

Several young werewolves closed their eyes and continued to cry, bleeding in their eyes. They were darkness creatures, the point of the thousand nights when the force was so bright, these werewolves didn't know how powerful they were, looked straight at them and immediately blinded their eyes.

Carol watched for a while and said, "Why are they acting like they're out of their mind? ”

Thousands of nights are also confusing, it is not like it was caused by the burning of Dawn Force. After a brief examination of the wounds, he exhaled and said: “They are all missing a lot of organs, they are still alive, it is a miracle. ”

“These are werewolves, Lord Whitebone. Why are you doing this to them? Is that how he likes to kill? ”

And he shook his head at night and said, "It should be useful. ”

“Works!” Carol nitrogen. She suddenly thought of the cylinders on the platform outside, as well as the unknown energy, and fought a cold war alive.

Thousands of eyes swept across the hall. In the center of the hall is a stone altar, all in purple and black. At a glance, it was only a thousand nights ago that the purple black color was actually stacked with blood, which had solidified over time.

In the center of the altar, there is also a raised disc with a circle of force arrays engraved at the edges, roughly the function of the stimulator to stimulate muscle growth. If used on this altar, it also has a bleeding effect.

The altar was silent and unresponsive. Looking around for a thousand nights, I saw a row of tall cabinets around the walls. He walked over and opened the door and his face changed slightly.

The tall cabinets are filled with a wide variety of organs, some fresh and others beginning to rot. I don't know how many werewolves these organs were removed from.

In the middle of the tall cabinet, there are also several laboratory tables and workbenches. Though the use of different shapes of vessels and pipe handling facilities cannot be understood, several of them appear to be produced by the Empire of Daqin, and the nameplates are still on them, which can be read from the text, these are tissue purification equipment.

Seeing this place, the Thousand Nights understands that this should be where the Duke of White Bones purifies the genius of young werewolves and transplants them to his own site. I don't know exactly what the altar does throughout the process, but I'm afraid it's not very clever to look only at the facilities and layout in the basement hall. Those devices are old, and only one is the new model of the Empire. But that new device doesn't seem to go with the rest of the equipment at all.

So, the young werewolves have the answer. They were removed from their organs and perhaps subjected to other forms of torture, lost their minds because of too much pain and unable to maintain their appearance, which has always been the return of this half-wolf.

Removing organs but not letting them die immediately, the Duke of White Bones also seemed to understand the reality that his body would collapse. Rather than trying to divert blood, these young werewolves simply wanted to torture them. This may be the natural jealousy and frustration of young people on the part of elderly people.

The thousands of nights' fingertips ignite the flames of the Force and a few points of Mars pop up. Mars, dawn enlightened, fell on the young werewolves and instantly set them on fire.

Seeing here, the Duke of the White Bones has gained more knowledge at night, and he has solved the mystery of the jade werewolf flying fast. Over the past hundred years, the Duke of White Bones has killed several young werewolf geniuses, almost degrading the overall talent of the Emerald Seawolf by two levels.

No matter how primitive the Lycan tribe is, there is no shortage of intellectuals. They know the root cause of the decline of the Emerald Seawolf, and they actually hate the White Bone Duke, but they are suppressed by a power gap that is too disparate to be overcome at all over time.

With the overall backwardness of industrial technology, the Costa Smeralda Sea, where few shallow mines are completely barren, produces only a little prey and a small amount of grain, so no strong man comes to compete with the White Bone Duke for the land. Otherwise, a marquis in the Great Corridor could block Zheng Guo, and several sheikhs and sacrifices in the Emerald Sea could not preserve such a large part of the land.

Factors came together to achieve the reign of the White Bone Duke for three hundred years.

Just unconstrained and at the end of his life, the Duke of the White Bone became insane. Depending on his approach, all werewolves in the Emerald Sea may be dragged to their homes at the end of the day.

This underground altar has little value but to witness the brutality and madness of the White Bone Duke. Thousands of nights were meant to burn a fire clean, but to think about it, just leave it as a witness so that the werewolves knew exactly what the Duke of White Bones was doing.

Walking out of the basement hall and walking around the snow peaks for a week, we found and killed all the beasts hidden in the snow, which took us up and greeted the mercenary generals and werewolf nobles on the battleship.

Seeing countless broken limb columns and underground altars, the werewolves closed their eyes in pain, raised their heads, and a chief held a body that had not yet decayed to its face, crying out loud. That's his toddler, just sent in for a month.

Werewolves have a sharp sense of smell that not only distinguishes perfumes, but also distinguishes between tribal bloodlines. The mutilated columns, as long as they're not too old, can mostly smell whether they're from their own tribe.

Wait for the wolves' grief to subside for a little while before returning to the war tour with them at night. Orders were issued to temporarily seal the underground altars, until all the dust had settled before the tribes came up to collect the remains. The werewolf nobles have no objection.

Beyond that, there is the question of the Thousand Nights, does the Duke of White Bones choose the altar here, only occasionally, or is there something special about it?

When you leave Snow Peak, your next destination is the gifted place you came by. This is a large area of agricultural land. From a distance, the growth of cloud wheat is nearby. At this point, you can see that the field is actually quite chaotic. Those cloud wheat basically grow naturally, and you can't see many traces of manual care.

The only reason why it can be called farmland is probably because there are very few weeds. As long as the werewolves are willing to do it, they have a good amount of hard work, and they can at least stay in intensive labor all day. The simple physical activity of weeding is perfect for werewolves.

Seeing this field of cloud wheat, Thousand Nights has a new idea. So many werewolves, although not everyone can fight, are mostly qualified labor, especially living in pure physical strength, much stronger than ordinary people.

In this way, the resources within the Emerald Sea are sufficient for the wolves alone.

Kneel down for a thousand nights, grab a handful of dirt and look. The soil is soft and fertile, and there is a greasy feeling in the grip of your hand. No wonder the clouds grow so well. But werewolves don't know anything about fallow farming or fertilizing, and it's incredible how fertile the land has been for so many years.

Put your hands on the ground for a thousand nights, feel carefully, slowly feel deep in the earth, hidden a force slowly flowing. This raw force is vibrant and wired into the surrounding soil. It is massive, like a dark river of force, passing beneath an entire land of divine gifts.

It seems that this is why the land of God was created. Thousands of places were changed at night, and the presence of the Force Dark River was also perceived, and the direction of the Force Dark River was roughly judged by multiple points of positioning.

Standing up for a thousand nights, looking to the earth, he painted a picture of the dark river in his heart, and found it moving towards a huge and regular arc, the center of the circle referring to the altar of the Duke of White Bones.

He walked along the entire land of God to explore the course of the Dark River. Dark currents and natural landscapes do not match, with some falling into the Emerald Sea and others extending into the mountains. Only the plains between the mountains and the emerald sea reflect the nature of the land of God.

Moving in the heart of a thousand nights, he went on a battle tour, allowing the captain to follow the route he had charted and observe the terrain changes below.