Monarch of Evernight: Forty-Eight Mercies

bsp;Qingfeng Mountain is a unique peak among the nearby mountainous areas, with tall and straight momentum and beautiful scenery. No wonder the Sharp Fang tribe chose to take root here after moving here. Werewolves are the kings of the mountains. They believe that the power for each tribe to thrive comes from the earth and mountains.

Qianye looked from a distance and took in the entire Fengya tribe. There were dozens of caves on the mountain wall near the ground at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain. A clear stream meandered not far away, and the shore Dozens of wooden houses were also built, forming a small village.

There is a group of wargs lying or standing on the gently sloping grassland. With these beasts around, few can get close to a werewolf village without being discovered.

Qianye was standing on the top of a mountain a few hundred meters away. He turned his attention to the surrounding environment and then discovered that not far from Fengya Village, there was a road leading up to the peak. There are many totems made of giant trees standing on both sides of the entrance, indicating that this is the territory of the Sharp Fang tribe.

But now, several totem poles of the Sharptooth Tribe have fallen to the ground, replaced by a metal spear with a **** flag flying on the tip. It is the symbol of the Blood Tribe, but it does not show which one it is. clan.

On both sides of the road leading to the peak, there are several ferocious-looking servant spiders. These servant spiders should have been raised by Count Stuka. Naturally, they were placed here to prevent the werewolves of the Sharp Fang tribe from going up the mountain.

At this time, on the grass, a little werewolf boy was playing and playing with a majestic warg, running back and forth. The physical fitness of werewolf children is far superior to that of humans. At the age of seven or eight, they look almost like human teenagers.

And this werewolf boy was even younger, around four or five years old at most, and he was actually able to keep up with the adult warg who was running hard. They chased each other and unknowingly approached the road to the top.

A woman suddenly rushed out of the wooden house, yelling at the child, looking extremely anxious.

The distance was too far and Qianye couldn't hear what she was saying, but he saw her face suddenly change, full of fear, and then she ran out wildly.

The little boy on the other side stopped and looked back blankly, but he didn't know that he had stepped into an invisible boundary.

The warg suddenly lowered his body, letting out a menacing roar, and all the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

A hundred meters away, one of the previously motionless servant spiders suddenly stood up. Its huge body, several meters high, rose from the ground like a hill. The servant spider moved extremely fast, its long legs seemed to be sliding on the water, and it rushed to the nearby side in the blink of an eye. A huge spider web spurted out from its abdomen, covering the warg and the little werewolf boy.

The little boy turned back, still looking confused. The warg roared and threw the little boy down, keeping him firmly under him. The spider web fell to the ground instantly, covering a ten-meter radius, covering both the warg and the little boy underneath.

As soon as the spider silk landed on the warg, green smoke immediately rose up, and the fur quickly became blackened and peeled off, revealing pieces of squirming flesh. The warg was wailing, but it was lying on the little boy's body with all four limbs digging on the ground, refusing to move at all.

In the blink of an eye, the spider silk eroded into the majestic body. The originally black fur turned dull and gray, showing a lifeless look. The warg's whine gradually became lower and finally stopped. The servant spider slowly moved over, its mouthparts kept opening and closing, and large saliva dripped down, burning small pits on the ground.

The wargs raised by the werewolf tribe are only slightly stronger than ordinary beasts, but these servant spiders are different. Count Stuka has carefully fed them for hundreds of years, and they are all powerful, equivalent to the knight level. In the eyes of the servant spider, not only the wargs, but also most of the werewolves in the Sharp Fang tribe belong to the category of food.

At this time, the little boy's mother rushed over like crazy. As she screamed at the top of her lungs, werewolves emerged from the caves and wooden houses one after another. When they saw the little boy emerging from under the dead warg, their expressions changed, and they rushed over with roars, trying to drive the servant spider away.

The Servant Spider hesitated slightly. Although these werewolves were not as powerful as it, they were superior in numbers. If they swarmed them, it would not be able to resist them. At this time, three equally huge servant spiders stood up on both sides of the mountain path and walked down the mountain path step by step.

The four servant spiders stood side by side and began to confront the werewolves of the Sharp Fang tribe.

At this time, the ignorant little boy pushed the warg, but received no response. His hand accidentally touched a piece of spider silk that was still floating, and a deep black scorch mark was immediately burned on the back of his hand. The little boy cried out in pain, his childish voice so penetrating that it resounded throughout the valley.

The cries instantly ignited the anger of the werewolves. They let out uniform low war roars and moved forward step by step in groups. The servant spiders hesitated a little and began to retreat slowly.

The anxious mother suddenly screamed and rushed desperately to the little boy standing in the center of the spider web. There were flying spider threads everywhere. As long as a few more fell on the boy, this young life would be ended.

The spiders wrapped around the mother without mercy, and then corroded into her body. But as if she didn't feel anything, she just ran into the central area, picked up the little boy, and then exited the cobweb range along the passage she opened with her body.

The werewolves of the Fang Fang tribe sounded sad trombones one after another. They all knew that the woman was dead.

She finally staggered across the last spider thread and looked at the child in her arms with relief. The little boy's hand was corroded to the bone, but his life was saved. As for the severe pain in her body, she had long forgotten it.

At this moment, a dull gunshot suddenly rang out in the mountains, and a thick force bomb flew across the sky, piercing the mother's body and blasting into two pieces along with the little boy in her arms. cut.

Qianye in the distance finally raised his eyebrows, a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and held the Eagle Strike behind his shoulder with his right hand.

The sharp-toothed werewolves were also furious. Some young werewolves even began to transform into fighting forms, while others activated arrays of Force knives and guns.

Seeing that the battle was about to break out, an old wolf howled suddenly came from the cave above. The furious werewolves finally calmed down a little and turned their heads to look over there.

An old werewolf appeared at the entrance of a cave in the settlement. He was too old to stand upright and had to use a crutch made of a branch to move around slowly.

At this moment, a spider demon rushed down from the mountain road. He was holding a Force rifle in his hand. The lighted array had not been completely extinguished. The shot that had just pierced the mother and the little boy was from his hand.

This spider demon is already a baron, just one step away from the viscount. He regarded the hundreds of gathered werewolves as if they were nothing. He walked past the servant spiders without fear, approached the werewolves, glanced at them coldly, and said: "What, do you want to challenge the count's authority?"

The werewolves did not flinch, they stared angrily at the spider demon and kept roaring lowly.

The spider demon's eyes became fierce, and he pointed at the mountain road at his feet and roared: "I have already said that anyone who dares to step into the restricted area will be executed on the spot! What, is there anyone who refuses to accept it?"

"But he is just a kid who doesn't understand anything! Even if he enters the restricted area by mistake, he only takes a few steps!" A young werewolf couldn't help shouting and rushed to the front, immediately arousing a wave of responses. .

"Don't say a few steps, even one step will lead to death! And anyone who dares to question the count's order will die!" The spider demon became fierce, and the rifle in his hand roared again, and a big hole suddenly appeared in the young werewolf's chest. .

The huge wound penetrated from the chest to the back, where the heart used to be, but now it has disappeared along with the surrounding bones and flesh. The young werewolf fell to the ground.

The werewolves made a commotion again, but the spider demon laughed ferociously and shouted: "Whoever dares to question your orders again will suffer the same fate as him! Even if I kill all of you stinking big dogs, it's nothing. What a big deal. Do you want to try it? You useless trash!"

"We have Sil, he has joined the top of the peaks!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Yes! Find Sil and let him speak!"

"The count won't go against the top of the mountains, right?"

The werewolves regained hope, but the name at the top of the mountains did not deter the spider demon. The baron laughed loudly, "Go and call that little wolf cub, and I will let you know whether the spider demon is afraid of the tops of the mountains!"

Qianye watched all of this quietly, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Although he kept his hand on the eagle strike, he never took off the sniper rifle.

At this moment, he was still not ready to intervene in the conflict between the werewolf and the spider demon. Although Qianye promised William to treat the werewolves kindly if possible, this did not mean an alliance. It was just limited neutrality, and at most it was exchange of goods through transactions.

There are also differences among the werewolves, just like the attitude of the White Claw tribe towards William at the Tulip Fair. Although the Fang Fang tribe deserves sympathy, and Xier also made a promise to Qianye, it is unknown how effective that promise is.

From what Qianye saw before his eyes, if even Fengya himself didn't resist, he would never intervene rashly. And after he occupied this area, if Fengyang refused to surrender, he would still mercilessly exterminate them.

Because Qianye’s first responsibility is the warriors who follow him, the friends who are allied with him, and the residents who are attached to his territory. Not these aliens who deserve sympathy but are ready to fight with each other at any time.

This is war, the war of eternal night and dawn. In war, there may be a little warmth, but it must be based on victory.

Only the winner has the right to pity the weak!

"That's enough!" A deep, old voice sounded. The old werewolf finally reached here, and all the werewolves automatically made way for him, showing the old werewolf's unparalleled prestige in the tribe.

The old werewolf glanced at the werewolves on both sides and said calmly: "What are you doing? Do you want to resist the Earl?"

The werewolves lowered their heads and slowly lowered their weapons. Count Stuka's cruelty and terror have long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Almost every once in a while, you will hear the news that a tribe that dared to resist was exterminated.

In the earl territory, there is more than one werewolf tribe called Sharp Fang, and they are not the most powerful either. If a Stuka is angered, Sharpfang will be destroyed. Because of this, even if the ancestral holy land was requisitioned, Fengya still endured it.

The old werewolf walked up to the Spider Demon, stood tremblingly, and said, "Sir, this is just a misunderstanding. The person who mistakenly entered the restricted area is already dead. Can we stop here?"