Monarch of Evernight

However, it is obvious that the thousand nights are a little too soon to reassure.

Sosa was indeed cautious enough not to rush in. But just as the thousand nights are about to relax, an intense sense of resentment still crosses a long distance and falls on the Palace of the Spirit.

Thousands of nights were astonished and I didn't expect Sosa to have this hand. He was handed down by the Blood River, and he knew that the battle at the level of the Heavenly King could not be ignored. If the consequences are serious, it hurts the soul, and if it is mild, it leaks falsehood.

Sosa's will was like a wave in the sky, and her head fell down. Moving freely, the mind suddenly added a blurry screen around the Palace of the Spirit, shielding the ship's entire body, and then greeted Sosa's will.

Two huge willed confrontations, which were supposed to be silent, were in fact loud. At this time, countless sparks blasted out on the shield of the Palace of the Spirit, like fireworks, for a long time.

A moment later, the layers of fireworks dissipated, and the hull of the Spirit Palace fell several metres in the air, revealing the horrors of Sosa's will.

Suddenly a low and imposing voice rang out in the air: "I will find you, Thousand Nights! ”

Thousands of nights don't care, the path drives the temple away. Of course, he couldn't do it. With the will of the dragon, he could still defend himself, but he couldn't send the will that far.

In the distance, at Mosul's ‘door', Sosa, dressed in a traditional werewolf hunting suit, stood over the ruins, slowly opening her eyes. Outside the ruins, countless powerful werewolves knelt. They are so far away, not because of disrespect, but because the soul storm that just broke out in Sosa was too horrible for anyone to dare approach.

Sosa glanced at the large number of his men and looked at the burning fortress, saying: "Halve the scale and rebuild as soon as possible, you will all stay. Also, bring in a couple of battleships to see how long they hold up. ”

Sosa's voice was calm, but his men knew that Sosa was the worst only at this time. If he jumps like Ray, that's fine. He doesn't kill people randomly.

Although the werewolves were straightforward, these powerful men followed Sosa for a long time, naturally intelligent in their studies, and no one asked about the outcome of the battle for the separation of will. Sosa started such a terrible soul storm without mentioning the war just now, and naturally it didn't go anywhere better. If anyone is stupid enough to touch his mold at this time, it's no wonder they're looking for death.

Only a few of the truly powerful are a little curious, and now they all know that it was a thousand nights that attacked the base. Only a thousand nights ago, the famous cub in the Iron Curtain Blood War, how could he suddenly break his wrist with Lord Sosa?

They all whispered to the Duke, only he had actually met and dealt with the Thousand Nights. But the Duke was faceless and had no eye contact with his colleagues, and seemed prepared to be honest and punished.

Seeing him like this, a group of powerful werewolves couldn't help but be angry and dispel the idea of helping him to plead. But they were also inevitably curious to know exactly what the Duke had been through before he could look like this.

Sosa did not spend much time in the new world, returning directly to Mosul. When he walked into his hall, he blew everyone out and went to the altar of his ancestors alone. This is often the case, with Sosa practicing at the altar of her ancestors, sometimes for years.

Of Sosa's palaces, the Ancestor's Palace is the most magnificent building, nearly 200 metres high. Such a magnificent temple can accommodate the Vacant Beast. At the end of the hall, is a giant statue of a werewolf of nearly 100 meters. It depicts the first generation of ancestors who pioneered the path of the rise of a werewolf, the former Supreme of the Holy Mountain, the Wolf King.

Sosa stood in the palace and her mind was calming down. In the brief confrontation of the new world, he unexpectedly encountered an unprecedented great will.

This will did not die, and Sosa met with a real counterattack when he was furious by the obstacles and madly increased his will to strangle or severely traumatize his opponent's soul.

That's a reef, a mountain, a cliff, or whatever. Sosa's wild waves crumbled on it without shaking each other at all. That instant feeling was like facing a real giant, and Sosa's provocation finally woke him out of his sleep and looked at Sosa indifferently.

It's indifference, like a giant beast looking at a little beast beside his feet, and treating its teething claws as naughty.

Until now, Sosa has not forgotten that feeling. He took a deep breath, calmed down, his eyebrows frowned, and said to himself: “Thousand nights, Ying Ling Palace... interesting, kind of interesting! ”

In the eyes of a thousand nights, it was just Sosa and the dragon's residual will that spelled it out. No matter how horrible the Vacant Beast is, even if it dies, the will that remains is no worse than that of Sosa. This battle of will at the level of nothingness will not be spared by anyone, unless Sosa finds a way to break the state of convergence of the Thousand Nights with the will of the Dragon.

From Mosul's door to the Four Holy Trees Forest, which was knocked down at a thousand nights, the slight deviation is a long way off. In the new world, all traces are quickly erased by the harsh environment. Thousands of nights do not fear Sosa will chase them in a short time. If he can, he has just chased them.

In the everlasting world, where the will of the great monarch is, is also where their dignity is. In the new world, it is not so simple. The rules of the world are not good for every outsider.

A ‘door' can expand in all directions, the wise choice is to know that there are thousands of nights and the Palace of the Spirit, so change the direction that no one has ever pioneered before and accumulate strength.

But Sosa, as a king and famous for his uncertainty, did not intend to risk all his safety on his ability to act rationally.

After thinking about it, Thousand Nights decided to accelerate the pioneering efforts to beat down a few more forests before Sosa arrived and get all the resources. With enough leverage, he asked the Empire for help if he couldn't do it. It was a big deal to let some of his interests go. Please send out a King of Heaven to sit in town.

Anyway, the empire is not well developed right now, only Qin Lu is quite normal. Once the two camps meet in the New World, the Empire King will come sooner or later. And from the thousand-night encounter with the Mosal werewolf, even if he was more adapted to the new world, the day was already close, with activities longer than everyone else.

The plan was to return by ship in the thousands of nights, to take Carol to the base, to be led by her in pioneering matters, to advise her to come back to find herself if she encounters the Three Holy Trees Forest, then leave the new world and return to Lu.

When he came back, he locked himself in the study for a thousand nights and wrote a letter. He grabbed the pen and hung his tip in the air for half a day before it fell and wrote down the words' Ji Tianqing ’.

He shook his head, feeling too hard, not at all like he had ever made friends. Even if they had never had any intimate relationship, two people living and dying together in the Great Vortex would be much better than the average acquaintance.

He wrote down ‘Sunshine' again, and it didn't feel right, so he tore it up. This, just a name, repeatedly tortured not knowing how many times.

Gradually, more and more paper is thrown on the ground, and a tall stack of paper is gradually decreasing. One afternoon, he tore it, tore it apart and spent it between writings. At night, I finally finished writing the letter, and I didn't know how many sweats had occurred during the night. A letter, few hundreds of words long, is more tiring than a battle with a strong enemy for life and death.

Looking at the writing just now, there are still a lot of letters with altered marks on them. I sighed for a thousand nights. I really don't want to copy it again. If he copies it again, he won't be able to resist modifying it, which doesn't know what month is the end of the year.

For Ji Tianqing, his mood is very complicated. On the one hand, Ji Tianqing can be benevolent to a thousand nights, and he has done everything he shouldn't have done. But on the other hand, it's hard to understand what she's thinking and doing.

In a word, her whole life was like living in fog, and most of the time, her eyes didn't see what she was. How do you face a person who is familiar and unfamiliar, who also has his own bone blood, and who has been shearing relationships all his life?

This letter was supposed to be simple. Thousands of nights will meet Mosal werewolves in the new world, and Sosa himself showed up to ask Ji Tianqing's views.

Ji Tianqing is strategically very smart, but not famous. Her view, to a great extent, could help the thousand nights. On the other hand, there is also a layer of selfishness, which is to test the attitude of the Extreme King.

It is not yet possible to deal positively with Sosa, against the Emperor of Everlasting Night, at the level of Empire King. The opening up of a new world is too important to ignore, even in the name of the King of the Poles. It would have been better if his old man had intervened.

It's just that these people are not good at night and have an awkward relationship with Ji Tianqing. But right now, besides her, there's no better way to do it.

King Qingyang would have been the best choice, but he has always been alone. At present, there is no definite continent sitting in town, and his whereabouts are uncertain. Thousands of nights are unfamiliar with the tension valve, and there are no safe and definite connecting pipes. Especially after the end of the Battle of Surface, the Qingyang King barely even appeared at the Great Dynasty, and many speculated that this grand king might break through again.

If you want to ask for help, the softer the tone of the letter, the better, let alone have another relationship with her? But whenever a pencil falls, the thousand-night heart always flashes unconsciously through the face of the night eye.

Even if Night Eyes had left herself, even if she was already another soul, she was reluctant to give up this last glimmer of hope. Don't want to talk intimately to other women because she can't see.

At the end of the day, it was a hard letter.

Without wanting to change it any more, the envelope was placed in an envelope with a seal attached to the array of forces, and the envelope only had its own name on it. Then he walked out of the study, summoned his heart and soul, ordered him to return to the empire overnight, sent the letter to the Palace of the King of Fingers, and gave it to Ji Tianqing.

He responded and hurried away. When he left, he happened to have a face to face with Yin Qi Qi. Yin Qiqi watched as she walked away. If she thought about it, she walked into the study.

“Can I help you? ”

“Nothing. Can't you come? ”

“Of course not. Anytime you want.” Put on a smile for a thousand nights and hide all the emotions you just had.

Yin Qiqi stared at him and looked at him a little uncomfortable for a thousand nights. He asked: "Are you in trouble? ”

“Nothing serious. ”

“Well, you said no, then no. I brought something to show you, maybe you'd be interested.” She said, placing a document in front of the thousand nights.

When you open it for a thousand nights, you'll see a blueprint of the armor inside, more descriptive of the deck. This armor is actually made of wood from the New World.

“Having obtained the wood samples, our masters found that if we diluted the saint tree sap, then soaked the wood in it, then applied a special paint after removal, the hardness and toughness of the plate would be greatly improved, no worse than that of a high quality alloy, it could be used to make armor, and the weight would be much lighter. The biggest benefit is that wearing this kind of armor will be much better adapted to the new world. ”

Thousand Nights thinks you understand, "So the key is the sap of the holy tree? ”

“No, the point is paint. ”