Monarch of Evernight: Trinity Pain

bsp;Suddenly, earth and rocks flew up on the slopes of the barren mountain, and the disguise was gone, revealing a deep cave. Qianye walked out of the cave, his face a little pale, and his eyes sunken deeply. He was obviously extremely tired, but his whole person had an aura that was reserved and unexpressed, which made people feel heart-stopping.

Seeing the sun again, Qianye's eyes narrowed slightly, and it took a moment to adapt to the light of the outside world. He stood on a high place, overlooking the vast wilderness and endless mountains and rivers, and laughed a long way, feeling endless comfort.

For Qianye, these seven days were a great harvest. The most important thing was not the combat skills, but the fact that he saw the realm after the divine general. Qianye has come into contact with many divine generals in the past, such as Zhao Xuanji and Zhao Weihuang. Their true strength is still above that of the Wolf King. However, it is not a true life and death fight, and the experience is just one level behind.

Now in Qianye's eyes, the world is truly different, with more layers, more delicate colors, and many subtleties that seem to be within reach. Where perception extends, everything responds to a greater or lesser degree.

The Force is the foundation of the world, and everything contains the Force of different natures, just more or less, and different forms of existence. What Qianye sensed was the Force hidden in everything.

Being able to perceive the force of the world is the basis of control, and it is this step that has blocked many heroes throughout the ages.

At this moment, Qianye's force and vitality have not increased, and are no different from before. However, on the other hand, the control of power has entered a new realm.

After these seven days, Qianye finally understood to some extent why Ye Tong was so powerful with every move he made, even though he only had the blood energy of an earl.

After releasing the turbid energy accumulated for many days, Qianye went straight to a nearby town and had a big meal. Not drinking a drop of water for seven whole days was a considerable burden on his body. After finally eating and drinking, Qianye inquired about the distribution of the surrounding cities and left the town.

Half a day later, on the edge of a city a hundred miles away, an aerospace boat slowly took off and sailed towards Tingchao City. There is the Wolf King's base camp not far from the Ancient Totem War Fortress, and it is also the central city that controls a vast area. Now Qianye is not in a hurry to settle the score with Ji Rui, but plans to give the Wolf King another hard blow before doing so.

This is a neutral place. Even the exchange of interests must be based on equal strength. If you don't beat the enemy severely, you will never have a peaceful life. Ji Rui reneged on the deal several times. After all, he still made a choice between Qianye and the other party. The fundamental reason was that he felt that Qianye was not strong enough.

No matter how many mercenaries were killed and the Fury of the Wind was crippled, it would only make Qianye famous among the middle and lower classes. The real power lies in the hands of powerful men at the level of **** generals. Ji Rui, on the other hand, got a share of the pie by playing both sides. It looked like a beautiful place, but in fact it was like building a city on sand, falling down at the first touch.

The Wolf King came to kill Qianye, so he had no choice but to obey. This is the tragedy of not having hard power.

After living in a neutral land for so long, Qianye also understands the way of survival here and the nature of Ji Rui’s wallflower. Such a person can be retained in the future. As long as he is strong enough, he will not have second thoughts. Of course, if Qianye falls from the altar one day, people like Ji Rui will be the first to bite him.

Now, Qianye feels that it is time for people of the Wolf King level to feel the pain.

On the coast of the East China Sea, there are endless stretches of soothing sandy beaches, rugged cliffs where Qianye once lived, and cliffs standing thousands of feet tall.

The ancient totem battle fortress of the Wolf King is built on the cliff, facing the East China Sea, and its momentum is extraordinary. The ancient totem battle fortress is not far from Tingchao City, the core city of the human race in the East China Sea. The battle fort is built here to condescend and protect it.

The ancient totem war fortress was dominated by werewolves, and the humans who came and went were mostly hard laborers and cleaning men. In this castle, the hardest and most tiring work is done by humans. The Battle Fortress is located high on a dangerous mountain, making it inconvenient to get up and down. If you don't take an airship, it would take half a day for ordinary people to get down from the mountain. All human beings who work in the war fortress are not allowed to leave the war fortress and have in fact become slaves.

At this moment, the night was falling, and the sky was filled with leaden clouds. The clouds almost touched the spire of the castle. Under the cliff, the raging sea tides constantly hit the cliff walls, making thunderous roars, and the waves can sometimes splash more than 100 meters high.

On such a night, with such power of heaven and earth, even the ancient totem battle fortress seems less solid.

As midnight approached, the wind began to pick up. The thunderous sound of the sea filled the sky and the earth, with each wave getting louder than the other. The voice of the foreman scolding his servants in the castle had to be raised an octave in order to be heard.

The lights inside the castle are dim and swaying, only illuminating some corners and squares. Most of the area was shrouded in suffocating darkness. The dim light coming from the narrow windows didn't illuminate anything at all, but instead made people feel particularly cold and desperate.

On one side of the mountain wall, Qianye was standing. This place is at the same height as the castle hall of the ancient totem, so that most of the battle fort can be seen.

At this moment, a storm is coming, and the howling wind will occasionally bring down some gravel from the mountain wall, such as flying knives and sharp weapons. Once it hits someone, it will cause a **** head.

Qianye has been standing here for two full hours, observing the terrain and personnel distribution of the ancient totem battle fort. The faint light of fire behind the main hall of the castle caught Qianye's attention. To be able to still burn in such windy and rainy weather and illuminate the main hall of the castle, the size of the bonfire is definitely not small.

Werewolves are a race that respects their ancestors and traditions, and there are still many werewolves who are extremely resistant to things such as aerospace crafts and force arrays. In werewolf tradition, the totem flame has always occupied a very important position. In the past, Qianye had dealt with werewolves a lot during the empire's campaigns, so when he saw the fire, he felt that it should be a very important place.

Qianye lowered his body, jumped tens of meters, flew over the cliff, and landed on another mountain peak. As soon as the howling wind approached his body, it split into two, flowed around Qianye, and then continued to roar forward. In the storm, Qianye was like a swimming fish, moving forward gracefully and nimbly.

This is what Qianye has gained in the past seven days. He has been able to use the surrounding environment to his advantage and create favorable conditions without using his domain or even using much of the Force.

Qianye jumped like flying, and in a moment he reached the back of the battle fort and stood on the top of the sentry tower.

This sentry tower was built on a corner of the sea, with cliffs on both sides. Perhaps because they didn't think anyone could come up from this position, the werewolf guards in the sentry tower yawned endlessly and looked listlessly at the sea.

The night was already dark, lead clouds were pressing overhead, and the East China Sea was in chaos. No matter how hard the werewolf looked, he could not see anything.

At this moment, Qianye was standing above him, but the werewolf guard was unaware of anything, struggling to fight against sleepiness.

Qianye was looking at the backyard of the battle fort at the moment. In one corner was a protruding rock, hundreds of meters high, which naturally acted as a barrier. There was a depression under the rock, and there was a blazing fire inside. Two werewolves were holding two pots of black stones, and carefully poured them into the fire.

The black stone entered the fire, and the fire immediately became a little brighter. Then Qianye smelled a faint aroma, and his mind suddenly became clear. It seems that the two pots of black stone are specially made and not ordinary fuel.

There are colorful ribbons tied on the mountain, and behind the flames stands a totem pole, with a wolf head with blood on its mouth at the top.

This is the totem of the werewolf tribe. The flame is the totem fire used for sacrifice. As long as the tribe exists, the totem fire cannot be extinguished. When a tribe migrates, the chief priest of the tribe will save the totem fire and let it burn again when it reaches a new habitat.

In front of the totem fire, there is an old werewolf prostrate. His upper body is bare, and his body is covered with green and red lines. The wooden staff held in his right hand is inlaid with thick skulls and sharp teeth, full of roughness. The feeling is primitive, but there is a faint tyrannical atmosphere in the wilderness.

The old werewolf exuded the tyranny of a marquis, but his gray hair and dry skin showed signs of aging. The strong men of the dark race can basically maintain their appearance in their prime, and are often near the end of their lives when they show old age.

Based on years of understanding of werewolves, Qianye concluded that this old werewolf was probably the chief priest of this tribe. And from the fact that the totem can be placed at the highest point of the entire battle fort, it can be seen that the Wolf King most likely belongs to this tribe.

Qianye narrowed his eyes slightly, took a step sideways, rolled into the sentry tower like a ghost, put his hand on the werewolf sentry's neck, and with a little force, broke his neck bones.

The werewolf warrior fell down softly without even humming. Qianye took off his armor and put it on, got off the guard tower and walked towards the totem.

The werewolf high priest is lying on the ground, humming ancient and desolate tunes, and performing the ritual of communicating with ancestors. It is said that the high priest with profound cultivation can indeed hear the voice of the ancestors, receive guidance, and even receive the protection of the ancestors at critical moments, thus increasing his combat power.

Tonight the high priest is conducting an extremely important ceremony, and the communication session with the ancestors alone lasts for several hours. This ritual will borrow the power of the tribe's ancestors to eliminate hidden dangers in the Wolf King's body.

In the backyard of the battle fort, there are dozens of werewolf warrior guards, and from time to time a group of patrolling guards will walk by the edge of the square. At this time, a werewolf warrior clung to the shadow of the wall and walked towards the high priest who was kneeling in front of the totem.

The ceremony has been going on for several hours, and it is also a kind of torture for the werewolf who is grumpy and irritable by nature. Therefore, although many werewolf warriors were still standing there, their eyes were somewhat distracted. This is an ancient totem battle fortress. There has never been an invasion by foreign enemies since it was built. No wonder the werewolves are slacking off.

But someone finally discovered the anomaly. A knight-level werewolf guard captain stared at a werewolf warrior and shouted: "Who are you? Why don't I know you?"

This shout only alerted a few guards. The wind was really too loud.

The werewolves looked up and discovered the suspicious werewolf standing under the wall. At this time, he was only fifty meters away from the position of the high priest.

While many werewolves had not yet turned around and were still wondering who this werewolf was, Qianye had already taken out the twin flowers and aimed them at the back of the werewolf great priest!

"Stop!!"

A thunderous roar rang out over the ancient totem battle fort!