Monarch of Evernight

By the time the new world has opened up, the map of the region at the hands of Thousand Nights has become more and more complete, and some patterns have been found. Generally, the larger the forest, the more often there are low-level forests surrounding it, and so on. For example, the Four Holy Tree Forest, which was taken down by the Thousand Nights, has a Three Holy Tree Forest in each of the three directions surrounding it.

The terrain of the new world is strange, but it is all centred on forests with holy trees. From the area currently controlled by the Thousand Nights, the highest level is the forest with the Four Holy Trees.

Until now, the forest has not been completely cleaned up at night, and from time to time there are exotic animals that, although not large enough, cannot be allowed to move freely in the forest.

Fortunately, if the beast doesn't have a command, he likes to go in large groups, and doesn't cooperate with other soldiers. When he sees the warriors under a thousand nights, he will kill them, which is not difficult to deal with. A few small bases were built on the edge of the forest at night, guarded closely, and soon a group of beasts came to die.

In the forest of the Four Holy Trees, the nest has reached a terrible level, going down the road in person for thousands of nights, until hundreds of meters deep, and unable to locate the core center, instead, under the constant impact of the beast, the wound was not slight and had to be returned to the ground.

If you can't find the core of the nest, you can't control the forest. The entire nest will cease to function only if it is confronted with a core that deters it by its own will and puts it to sleep. Otherwise, there will be a constant generation of beasts.

Exploring the nest has also yielded gains, and the vast majority of beasts have been discovered at night by eggs. All the eggs look the same, actually, at least the scholars recruited from the world didn't find any difference. The same egg, produced by a different breed of alien army, is mostly a different secret.

During the exploration, during the thousands of nights, he often saw the entire passageway's nesting room filled with exotic eggs. He began to work hard to clean it up. Later, more and more exotic animals were being besieged. He could not free his hands at all and finally had to retreat.

The only thing that can be done is to wait patiently, wait for all the beast eggs to hatch, and the corresponding legions of beasts to be completely eliminated. This strain-keeping approach to rabbits is time-consuming, but there is no way.

There are three directions if this forest of the four holy trees is at its core and the forest of the three holy trees is pointed. Thousands of nights have swept away the surrounding areas of all the three holy tree forests and quickly cleaned up the sphere of influence of one of the three holy tree forests, which, according to the law, should be a single holy forest without a veterinary nest.

Instead of rushing to attack at night, let the Palace of the Spirit stay outside a double-holy forest, free up the warriors and craftsmen it contains and build a new forward base. On the one hand, he became accustomed to the battalion, and on the other hand, let the fighters who fought for a long time come out and relax. Normal warriors, both werewolves and tribes, are flesh and blood, unable to fight almost as tirelessly as a thousand nights.

Troops were rested but not needed for a thousand nights. Upon his promotion, he felt that there was a lot of room for redundancy at the new power level, whether in force control or tactical use, and that solid combat was the fastest way to go. When he was all right around him, he went deeper alone and continued to explore.

According to the law, there should be a single sacred forest ahead. This forest is clearly immature, with six-armed organisms and the weakest, barely having the level between the Marquis of Glory and the Duke of Vice. This level of six-armed organism encounters a thousand nights, but the only part of the death, after all, after killing the six-armed general, the thousand nights can speak of the habits of the entire six-armed biological community.

This time, a thousand nights of running for half a day before hiding in front of a forest. Looking forward, the forest is not very contoured, and at first glance it is a single holy tree forest. With the prey, you will naturally not be welcome for a thousand nights. Adjust your gear slightly and continue to drive on the floor.

The forest is right in front of you, but the smell of it stops you for a thousand nights. Forests are silent, lifeless and totally unlike normal forests. Past experience suggests that even six-armed organisms should have exotic activity in the forest, even if they are asleep. And the powerful breath of the beast, in the eyes of a thousand nights with experience, is as obvious as a torch.

A thousand nights converge and enter the forest silently and without interest. After a short walk, he suddenly stopped and looked to a large tree beside him. There are several deep cuts on the trunk of this large tree, although it has healed a small half, but still leaves clear traces.

Thousands of nights reaching out and touching the cut, the cut is very smooth, not like it was caused by the teeth of a beast, but similar to the marks left by heavy weapons such as machetes and battle axes.

A thousand nights of glances turned to the bushes not far away. He walked over and opened the leaves and saw the soil rising on the ground, presenting a beast's contour. A thousand nights of reaching down, it turns out that beneath is a dead animal whose surface has been petrified and whose roots have to be inserted into it as a nutrient.

If you look at it again, there are signs of battle everywhere within sight. The Holy Tree Forest has a tremendous capacity for self-restoration, and any traces that do not belong to the forest itself are temporarily erased by the forest, and the bodies of foreign beasts and werewolf warriors who die in the forest become, as they are now, nutrients of the forest itself.

From the traces left, it is assumed that the fighting should have just ended two or three days ago. The battle took place in various corners of the forest on a considerable scale.

This is the first time that a forest has been found fighting a third party in the new world, and it is temporarily impossible to judge whether that third party is also an indigenous or an outsider of the world as if it were a thousand nights old.

A thousand nights more cautious, diving towards the forest centre. A moment later, he arrived in the central area and was stunned.

The sap pool at the center has dried up and there are several deep axe chisels on the holy tree. The whole holy tree is emitting a hidden fluctuation, which is not perceived by ordinary creatures of the force, but listened to in the thousands of nights, is a burst of groans and painful moaning.

The Imperial Institute has long concluded that the sap of the Holy Tree is equivalent to the blood of the Holy Tree and that excess sap is produced and stored in the sap pool only when the tree is well nourished. The sap is also key to breeding the alien elite, feeding the six-armed commander, and cultivating the golden stones of Lake Heart Island. However, the specific principles have yet to be further studied.

Now that no one has swept away the sap of the holy tree, it is simply a desolation of the fish. In no time, the holy tree will wither away, and the forest will lose its roots and disappear.

To be sure, the Holy Tree is a magical species, not even a thousand nights old, whether it is a common conceptual tree or not. Whether it's a beast, a nest, or a six-armed creature, it's based on a holy tree.

The night did not move, whoever attacked the forest, watched the factions that swept everything, and since the holy tree had not been cut down and taken away, it would surely return.

Shortly afterwards, footsteps were sounded in the forest, and a group of heavily armed werewolf warriors appeared in the sight of a thousand nights. Unlike Lu, these werewolves are all of the finest colors in their armor and are extremely well equipped, with long and short force guns, tactical backpacks, heavy and combat weapons. Even a few elite regiments in the Empire, that's all.

This group of werewolves had different badges and belonged to different tribes. Thousands of werewolf tribes don't know which power they belong to, just know it won't be the summit of the crowd. The werewolf did not have much security, quickly came to the forest center, walked out of the team an old sacrifice dressed in a green cape, he circled around the holy tree a few times, read words in his mouth, a moment later suddenly a scream, hands upside down, painfully rolled back and forth.

“It's an evil tree! Cut it, burn it!” The werewolf sacrifice screamed.

Since the warriors' orders to sacrifice were to act immediately, two powerful werewolves took off their axes behind them, walked to the Holy Tree, mustered their full strength, and wheeled the axes, and slashed them into the Holy Tree!

After a thousand nights of thinking, a scintillation appeared behind those two werewolves, his hands sucked the blood blade behind them twice, had pierced their hearts, spinning him like an incarnate ghost, swimming constantly in this group of werewolves, hands like electricity, between the turns, hundreds of werewolve warriors fell to the ground, no one could pull the trigger.

Step on the sacrifice with your head still moaning. "Where are you from? What are you doing here? Tell me honestly. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind putting you on a stake and wind dry in the woods! ”

“Pain, I'm in pain...” Sacrifice a face of pain.

Thousands of nights won't eat his set, the knife slammed into his thigh and twisted it hard a few times. Sacrifice wanted to scream, but his mouth was held down for a thousand nights, and all the screams were blocked back. He took a bite in the hand of Thousand Nights, but Thousand Nights was indifferent, not even his skin was bitten.

Watching the sacrificial face swell purple red, the sacrifice let go of his hand for a thousand nights, the sacrifice desperately gasped for a few breaths, busy: “I said, I said! ”

Thousands of nights didn't draw a knife, just stared at him indifferently. This sacrificial garment is gorgeous, it is spotless all over the body, in the New World, it must be of good descent and will not suffer. Sure enough, the thousand nights used only a little means to make him give in.

“We come from the Mosul mainland, under the command of Lord Sosa. What else could it be to come here and explore the new world? ”

The information was recalled at a thousand nights. Mosal is one of the three continents controlled by the werewolves, Sosa is the famous Lycan monarch and the most important core of the ancestral sect.

Sosa is said to have originated from the original Lycan bloodline, so the souls of his ancestors were unmatched and accordingly endowed him with extremely strong powers. Sosa is cruel in nature and has always been cruel to opponents and enemies. He also frequently hosts human blood banquets, unlike the blood clan, in the werewolf ritual, equating the human race with some powerful creatures of the Force as sacrifices.

In the eyes of the Imperial Army, the werewolves of the Sosa pulse belong to the target to be slaughtered, met essentially on the battlefield and would not consider the option of captivity. Over time, Sosa was also more cruel and insane towards the people. People fall into his hands, and the best course of action is slavery, most of which is tortured to death and even eaten directly.

However, in recent years, with the constant squeezing of the living space of werewolves in the dark camps and the continuous jihad with the blood tribes, many tribes have not participated in the battle of the camp, so they have not had any contact with them for a thousand nights.

“Who are you and what just happened again?” Thousand Nights inserted the knife deeper to enhance the effect.