Monarch of Evernight

Territorial stability, the formation of the Forces nouvelles and the tens of thousands of armed werewolves are on track. It's just that when Thousand Nights is choosing the next direction of attack, there's a little bit of trouble.

One direction is the series of small nations established by the people, with the honor of Wang Renyang, known as King Qinghai. Together, a dozen smaller countries are strong, but similar to the werewolves of the Emerald Sea. Wang Renyang himself is similar in strength to the previous Zheng Wang, and is said to have a powerful method of dodging secrets.

The other direction is black werewolves. There are countless large tribes that not only occupy more than half the area of the Maple Leaf, but also cut off a lot of land in the central region. The king of the black domain, the Duke of the Wind, is one of the strongest in the land.

From a purely expansionary point of view, it is natural to choose a small nation. Qinghai Wang Renyang's battle power is flat. Most of them are not opponents of the thousand nights at this moment. Besides, there are still carols in the thousand nights, which can be called victorious two-on-one. The Duke of the Wind is far above the Duke of the White Bones, and the emerald sea is a barren land compared to the vast black areas rich in black stone ore. The Duke of the Wind could not see the land at all and was committed to marching towards the centre of the continent.

In the central region, the Duke of the Werewolf in the name of burning souls is also bordered by one of the strongest men in Lu.

The Duke of the Wind and the Duke of the Soul are the enemy of death. After decades of rolling and fighting, no one can take the upper hand. That's why the Duke of the Wind is flawless.

It's not that easy to beat the black field, even if a thousand nights together with Carol may be able to force the Duke of the Wind to retreat, but it's extremely difficult to beat him completely or even kill him. And while challenging the Duke of the Wind, the Duke of the Soul may not stand idly by, mostly by chance, killing half way out to seize the victory fruit. Thousands of nights don't want to work their way down.

In the past few days, he had nothing to do with the land map and repeatedly weighed the advantages and disadvantages.

The best option is to defeat the Duke of the Wind with certainty, starting from the kingdom of the people, to subdue Wang Renming, with his help. As long as the Duke is defeated, the Black Field Army will fall apart sooner or later.

However, it was not time to start the war immediately, and the Great Corridor and the Emerald Seawolves did not have much food to save until a new batch of food was collected before slaughtering livestock could pass. Many industrial zones in Zheng Guo fall into the hands of Thousand Nights, but the grain producing areas are still in the original Zheng Guo version. Home aid food is still on the way, and it will take half a month for such quantities of military food to arrive.

Launching war is not an overnight event. Thousands of nights are not greedy people. There is no rush to organize the structure, personnel and troops of the entire territory slowly.

Less than two days after a quiet day, a werewolf rushed into the office for a thousand nights, forgot to knock on the door and called: "My lord, the land of God has changed! ”

Thousand nights, his eyebrows lifted, "What's going on? Speak slowly! ”

The chief of the werewolf said something hurriedly to his detriment, but he said vigorously: "That's it, it's strange anyway. I can't make myself clear, my lord. You'll see. ”

Looking at him, he doesn't look fake. With a thousand nights of strength, he's naturally not afraid of any traps. Now he says: “Get ready for the floating boat, let's go check it out. ”

When the floating boat was in position and walked out of the office for thousands of nights, it seemed that many werewolves along the way were worried and constantly stealing whispers. It seemed that something had changed in the land of God.

The land of God, which provides for almost half of Bibbo's werewolves, is the key to the city's establishment. Otherwise, even one-tenth of the size of a city cannot be built in the original cultivation and hunting methods of werewolves. So if there's anything wrong with the land of God, some of the wolves who know it will get nervous.

Hop aboard the frigate for a thousand nights and sail straight to the Land of God.

It has not yet arrived, and the layers of fog have been seen straight up in the distance for thousands of nights, almost forming a fog wall hundreds of metres high. The fog walls cover the entire land of God and continue to stretch out into the depths of the mountains.

As you approach it, you can see that the otherwise great crops and pastures in the fields below are withering at visible speeds, no wonder the werewolf chief is so anxious.

On the ground, some werewolves screamed, rushed into the fog zone and tried to rescue something. They are well aware that, once the grain and pasture of the land of God have been exhausted, there will surely be a great famine in the city of Bibo this winter, perhaps tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of werewolves dying of severe cold and hunger.

“Sir, look, what's going on? ”

On the frigate, more than a dozen accompanying werewolf chief sacrifices looked anxiously at the thousand nights, and even the sacrifices did not know exactly what had happened.

And the mercenary generals of the people are naturally a mist, but they also realize the seriousness of the problem when they see that the plants in the fields below are shriveled.

Thinkers from Ningyuan Heavy Industries don't look very good either. Song Hui is the one who locked his eyebrows.

Most of the Lycan tribes have little surplus food and live in extreme hardship, with people dying every winter. The situation of the small tribes is even less optimistic. When cold winters arrive and food is scarce, those who cannot survive tend to risk choosing war.

During the reign of the original Duke of White Bones, disobedient and unsightly tribes would be relocated to the Great Corridor to attack Zheng Guo, thus depleting the population and freeing up the territory. Take over now for a thousand nights, naturally you won't do that. But the question is, where do we fill such a big gap when the land of God is lost?

Thousand nights turned to Song Huiwang, Song Huiwang shook his head, "Such a huge gap, it is not realistic to bring food from the Empire, just how much is the freight cost? With our current resources, we cannot afford it at all. ”

Thousands of nights also know that the transfer of food from the Empire is indeed a cup of water truck salaries, and that it is impossible to bear troops and hundreds of thousands of civilians in the city of Bibo. Moreover, just after the battle of the Imperial Surface, preparations were under way for the opening of a new world gate. It was precisely when food rations were needed, even if the people concerned waited to close their eyes and not interfere with the large quantities of rations being transported out of the country, they could hardly find anyone to even out so much food for thousands of nights.

He glanced at her for a moment and asked, "When did this start? ”

“The fog started this morning, not until noon in the fields, and we can't find a reason to report it to you. ”

“Could it be that which tribe is making it worse? ”

“Normal tribes don't have the ability to do this. Let me see, maybe it was King Qinghai or Duke of the Wind! ”

“Makes sense. ”

When people were whispering, the thousands of nights were just staring at the ever-expanding white mist. The view after the fog gradually became blurred, the fields on the ground were no longer visible, and the werewolves who were still running in the fields disappeared, even their voices became distant and faded.

Soon, death-like silence surrounded.

A werewolf chief suddenly screamed, “Where are the people below? ”

Everyone was surprised to find that no matter how hard they tried, they could no longer see how far the fog was. And the werewolves' cries, screams and curses that we could hear just now all disappeared, just like the wolves in the fog were gone.

No matter how hard you use your eyes, whether you're a werewolf sacrifice, chief or warrior, you can't see how far away you are in the fog, even if you have superior vision. Perception also fails particularly fast in a thick fog, and just a little bit of penetration exhausts the loss.

But in the eyes of the thousand nights, the fog is another sight.

The concentrations of the force in the white mist are staggering, and the properties of the force are special and highly unstable, in the grey area between everlasting night and the center of dawn. The deeper the force, the stronger the force is, it is almost equivalent to the fog that the void force condenses, and the perception of the average strong person won't last long.

But in the eyes of the Thousand Nights Master, the deeper the field of view is continuously extending into the white mist, the more frightened he is. The properties of this force in the fog have never been encountered before or even heard of. It is extraordinarily thick, gray, and extremely disturbing under the calm appearance, some of which resemble mercury if you describe it reluctantly.

Deep in the fog, it's another world. Ordinary people have difficulty surviving in such forces, and the environment is worse than several famous hazardous places in neutral lands.

“You wait here.” Go ahead, fly out of the floating ship at night and rush straight into the fog.

As soon as you enter the white mist, you can feel the silk ice and moisture on your body, as if some snake worm was swimming and crawling on you. If you feel it again, it's actually because the Fae Force in the fog is eroding your body. Gather for a moment for a thousand nights and experience the properties of the Fae Force.

It is true that this new force is somewhat like mercury, but not entirely the same: it comes into contact with the body and tries to immerse itself wirelessly. Yet, as a god at night, Dawn's enlightened ranks prevail, and the Fae Force cannot be immersed at all.

By making a bold move at night, he let go of his guard and let these forces immerse himself in his body, and for a moment, he realized that his main nature had been roughly clear.

The erosion of the body by heterogeneous forces is not very intense and the process is quite lengthy, so that the average strong person can move in the fog for some time, rather than die instantly, as in a void force storm. These heterogeneous forces enter the body and release a strange poison. Not very toxic, but more cumulative and lethal.

After learning something, the altitude was lowered for thousands of nights, and this time the ground was finally clear.

The crops and pastures in the fields are dead, and the completely atrophied leaves are unusually brittle, as if deliberately dried. And the fog had heavy moisture, and these dead plants were so dry, it seemed strange.

In the field, several werewolves fell to the ground.

Fly by at night, trying to pull a werewolf up. But as soon as his hands touched his clothes, his body felt like a piece of wood, extraordinarily dry and stiff. Thousand nights his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, turned him over, and appeared in front of him as a dry corpse!

The moisture inside this werewolf has completely disappeared, and the dry muscles are firmly attached to the bones, like skeletons.

Several werewolf bodies were continuously checked at night, all identical.

He raised his head and looked deep into the fog.