Monarch of Evernight

The Duke of the Wind is wrapped in a plain robe with a turban over his head like many sandmen. The edge of his robe showed many signs of wear, a curved knife between his waist, and the sheath's skin was greasy and slippery, at first glance for years.

If it weren't for the way he appeared, and the pressure that covered the entire field, no one would think that the old man who looked like an ordinary nomadic hunter was the famous Duke of the Wind.

The Duke walks one step at a time to the thousand nights. A thousand nights motionless, watching him walk into a hundred meters quietly, this is the safe distance that God walks the mighty into the thirty meters, this is the range of a single raid by most mighty men until the Duke finally stops and stands in front of the thousand nights, two close to reach.

The Duke's bizarre fingertips twitched slightly, and the crooked knife between his waist echoed, making a shouting noise.

This distance doesn't even need to be handled, as long as the force explodes, it can hurt the opponent. From the title alone, it can be seen that the Duke of the Wind is longer than the speed and outbreak, so close that victory and defeat are only one line away.

Even your eyelashes didn't tremble for a thousand nights. "If your people cross the border, it's a price to pay. ”

“Young man, there is no border here. My warrior is where the border is. ”

“If you say so, your borders have just backed a few hundred meters. ”

"Young man, you are provoking me! Is this a war with me? ”

"Of course you have to fight the war," said Thousand Nights. "But after seeing you, I thought the way to fight was negotiable. ”

“How do you fight? ”

“Let our men fight for themselves, we will not interfere.” Thousand Nights.

The Duke laughed out loud, "Do you think you're my opponent now? Why should I take such stupid advice? ”

He smiled a thousand nights and said, "The Duke of White Bones thought so, but now he's a corpse. ”

“Huh! Can that white bone piece of crap be compared to me? You don't think you can beat White Bone... hmm? ”

The Duke's face suddenly changed, one step back a hundred meters away, regressing the disease, just one line short of a thousand nights of void flashing. At this moment, in the thousands of nights in his eyes, the blood in his chest swelled, almost raising a round of bloody circles! The sudden increase in momentum forced him to choose to retreat.

“Deputy Duke!” The Duke's voice has changed somewhat.

“Almost, but almost. ”

The Duke of the Wind glanced slightly and said: "Turns out you are a white bone killed in the rank of the Marquis of Glory. ”

“I was a little lucky, but now that I'm even stronger, killing him won't be so hard. ”

“White bones are white bones, I'm me. ”

“I'm not the only one, I've got it.” Thousand Nights refers to the palace of the Spirit that floats halfway in the sky.

The Duke's pupils shrunk and suddenly sniffed at the Palace of the Spirit. His face suddenly became gloomy, and he slowed down: "Alive? ”

“It's just a little residual. If you're interested, why don't you come in with me? ”

“It's impossible. ”

“I thought the Duke wouldn't invite me. ”

The Duke of the Wind has understood what he means. A moment of silence, he said, "I still have a lot of wins. ”

“Add it and you won't be able to stop me. I can flatten all the cities in your territory, and I can't stop what you're doing. But don't forget, I wasn't here. ”

The Duke's gaze flashed, and he had to say that the phrase "thousand nights" hit his weakness. Of course, the Duke knows that even if he is sitting in the army for thousands of nights, occupying vast areas of land, he is an outsider, which means that his roots are not here, and his core team is not all here.

This means that if both sides let go of all the rules and start killing on this land, the Duke of the Wind will lose all his core interests, will not hurt his bones, will die many more at night, and will only be able to replenish the ashes, unless the Duke of the Wind crosses the continent to find trouble in the land of neutrality.

"If you and your flagship don't fight, I won't do it. ”

“By the spirit of our ancestors? ”

“By the Spirit of our fathers. ”

After each of them made a commitment, the Duke of the Wind took a step back and turned into a raging wind, moving away instantly.

The army of werewolves below was overwhelmed for a moment and waited face-to-face for their superiors to issue an order to continue the attack or retreat. However, the Chinese army commander and more than a dozen chiefs were all taken out of the pot one night at a time. There are now dozens of level-strong people who have the right to command. The werewolves do not know who to listen to. Even the strong themselves do not know who should be the first to start.

Thousands of nights were unexpected in situ, and now the situation on the battlefield is an unpredictable extra harvest. He thought that the tactical literacy of the tribesmen on the Duke's side would be better than on the white bone side, and now it seems that this part of the chain of command is still much worse than Daqin's.

After such a wave, the Allied Coalition has established defensive positions. They had enough armoured plates to move the layout, put them together, and immediately it was a small steel fortress.

Private armies that can be sent to Lu are either elite or prickly, and those prickly heads can also be regarded as other elites. Where there is danger and ammunition is plentiful, they will never fear a group of original tribal werewolves, even if the number of opponents has multiplied.

Not to mention, watching the thousand nights drive the Duke of the Wind back to the grip, all of them are in hot blood at this moment, roaring for a good fight.

Of course, no matter how hot the blood gets, they won't be stupid enough to leave the work to fight the werewolves. The Werewolves are not comparable to the natives who were before the thousands of nights of conquest of the Emerald Sea, but they are still primitive, at least clay.

After the ultimate chaos, the Lycan army finally got dispatched again. Several powerful werewolves emerged and took command. They were the hearts and minds of the Duke of the Wind, who had been unable to coordinate command and had to take over the army.

The number of werewolves is too high, and after thousands of nights and the Palace of the Spirit, there are still more than 100,000 warriors. And the alliance of private armies, coupled with thousands of werewolves dispatched at a thousand nights, totalled just over 20,000. Five to one strengths make it hard for werewolves to give up.

Thus, after the formation was reconfigured, a long trumpet was sounded in the werewolf army, and a team of fighters continued to advance towards the positions of the World Alliance.

The battle erupted.

The Werewolves of the wind collar exploded with all their power, like a tidal layer impinging on the fortress, while private fighters responded desperately. But they were desperate to find that the number of werewolves was too high to shoot at the fastest speed. As a result of several waves of impact, many werewolves broke through the line of defense and rushed into the temporary fortress.

Original tribal werewolves may not be equipped, but melee killings tend to be more severe. Close to these werewolves, there will be no loss of life. Private fighters who can come to Lu are also brave generations, instantly splitting up some people ready to engage close. But they didn't make a difference. Thousands of werewolf warriors sent in the thousands of nights held onto the shield axe, greeted them and slaughtered all the werewolves who rushed into the fortress.

All the werewolf warriors sent in the thousands of nights were heavily armored. The quality of the shield and the axe was also far exceeding that of the warrior. Short blades were connected. Under the same force, the warrior could not break his armor, but would be cut through the armor. This group of carefully picked out trained werewolves were not under the wind leader werewolves, the equipment was crushed, and the result was a big victory over one side.

With the elite guardian of the Lycans for thousands of nights, the Private Warriors can now let go of the attack and sweep down the Werewolves in pieces at a time of great fire.

However, the quantity gap between the two sides is still too large. There have been several gaps in the fortress, and the line of defense has faltered.

At this point, a floating ship appeared above the battlefield, and many guns fired together, immediately swallowing many stormy werewolves as a result of the continuous explosion. In this fleet, there are all sorts of floating ships, new and sharp battleships, and armed carriers with guns.

Although uneven, the fleet is numbered in dozens, with hundreds of guns corresponding to it. Even though the calibre is mostly small, hundreds of guns were fired and the firepower was considerable.

In the blink of an eye, the Werewolf was killed and wounded badly. Neither was the attack at once, nor was the retreat.

There was another wind whistle in the air, and the wind heard the Duke of Wind with an angry voice: "Thousand nights, you do not keep your word! ”

"I'm just saying that I'm not fighting with the Spirit Palace, but I'm not saying that any other floating ships don't work. If you feel unfair, then you can also transfer the fleet. ”

The Duke of the Wind, in a moment of silence, said with hatred: "Good, you wait, I will let you know that Lu is not the place for you to do what you want! ”

“I look forward to it. ”

The battlefield sounded a terribly long horn, and the weasels finally couldn't bear the double blow from the air and the ground and began to retreat.

It was a little late to retreat, and the fleet of thousands of nights did not relax, hunting all the way down and dropping shells on the fleeing werewolves. During the pursuit, some of the floaters even lowered altitude, firing weapons such as multi-barrel machine guns at werewolves on the ground. This is a very arrogant move, but who gives the side of the thousand nights an absolute aerial advantage?

Only a small part of the fleet comes from dark fires, mostly frigates of various families, and armed boats modified with transport vessels. Private armies have always been expensive and expensive, and the configuration of air forces is of the utmost importance. More than a dozen families come together, two or three ships each, a sizeable fleet.

This fleet of miscellaneous cards has been unstoppable in the face of the regular division fleet, but this is the land, not to mention the fleet of Werewolves, that is, there are few floating boats at decent points, they have never put floating boats on the front line in a war, and they will not be transferred to die at this time.

At the beginning of the thousand nights, the action of commanding the Chinese army of the Werewolves means that they have no decent strong men who can do a little anti-aircraft resistance, let alone pose a threat to the floating boat.

The United Fleet was bullied and chased hundreds of kilometres along the way until the Lycan army was completely dispersed before returning.

The battle not only recovered all the occupied lands of the Emerald Sea, but also, in turn, struck a dozen kilometres of wind and wind. But the militias had no intention of retreating, and now, for every two kilometres of territory they hit, one kilometre belongs to them. How can they retreat? As the Duke of the Wind put it, where the warriors are and where the borders are.

However, as a result of this campaign, the arrogant joint private forces of the world were also aware of Lu Lu, and they understood the intention of sending 5,000 heavily loaded werewolf melee troops for a thousand nights.

At the end of the fighting, the commanders of the Allied Coalition Forces failed to clean the battlefield and wrote two letters overnight, one of which returned to the Empire, demanding the rapid reinforcement of the family. The fear of the Duke of Wind has taken root in their hearts, and there are many powerful werewolves under the Duke of Wind, which the world can cope with in part.

Another letter, written to Thousands of Nights, begins with a great deal of song praise, and the commander gently offers to reload thousands more werewolves, in return for providing tens of thousands of extra sets of werewolves' equipment.

After leaving the battlefield for a thousand nights, the Duke of Storm returned to the city of Bibo, and this demand is naturally laughable.

The battle against the wind leader is not important in the thousands of nights, at least until the battle against the Duke of the wind is resolved. However, the Allied Coalition forces have no problem fighting another 100 kilometres towards the wind. The Duke of the Wind must eat this loss.

Drawing his eyes to the end of the letter, he swept the battle at will: 70,000 enemies. Most of these werewolves died in battle, capturing no more than thousands.

This number, it's kind of interesting.