Monarch of Evernight: Fifty-five Ambush

bsp;The night passed like this, Qianye packed his bags and prepared to start the hunting trip.

Cui Yuanhai walked out of his hut, struggled to throw a huge force gun to Qianye, and said: "The environment here is special, and ordinary force guns cannot exert their power. So I rushed to make one these days. , it can barely be considered as level 7, you can use it first, although it is not very comfortable to use, but it is better than nothing."

What the old man gave Qianye was a product full of violent aesthetics. The muzzle was thick enough to fit a fist into, and the barrel was as thick as a finger. The gun body is made of forged steel, with Force arrays engraved on it. It's just that the patterns on the array are extremely thick, so the force arrays spread all over the gun body are only functionally equivalent to the basic model of the fifth-level force gun.

The mechanical structure of the gun body is primitive and simple. Loading and unloading are all manual, and there are no auxiliary functions at all. Each part is thick and sturdy, so even if it is used as a hammer, there is no need to worry about damage.

The overall design of this force gun is quite primitive. Qianye estimates that it was designed at least three to four hundred years ago. However, only such a brutal and crude design can be used freely in a neutral place. The sophisticated force array, without special protection, simply cannot withstand the erosion of the void force and will be scrapped soon. Even if a high-end item like Shadow Ode can resist corrosion due to the expensive material, its power will be reduced.

Perhaps in a neutral place, only the top ten famous guns can fully exert their power.

The old man took out another wooden box with difficulty and said, "There are force bombs in here, specially for this gun."

Qianye opened the wooden box and saw rows of physical force bombs inside. Facing these force bombs that were as big as grenades, Qianye felt like he couldn't laugh or cry. Maybe Zhao Yuying would like this gun very much if he were here.

The shortcomings of this gun are also obvious. In addition to being inconvenient to operate and carry, the range is also quite limited, just over a hundred meters. Cui Yuanhai's additional force arrays are all for enhanced power, without considering the issues of range and accuracy. However, there is no need for precision at about a hundred meters. With Qianye's shooting skills, he can't just hit where he wants.

The result of the extreme pursuit of power is that the lethality of this gun has exceeded that of Zhao Yuying's Kaishan. And the closer the distance, the greater the power.

"Give it a name." Qianye said.

Cui Yuanhai shook his head repeatedly, "No! If it weren't for this hellish place, how could I have created such a thing. If this got out, my reputation would be ruined for the rest of my life."

Qianye did not force himself. At this time, Ye Tong drove the aerostat back from the town. Qianye helped the old man load the luggage onto the aerostat, and then put in the necessary equipment and Timber, golden snails and other specialties. After being fully prepared, Cui Yuanhai took off in the aerostat and gradually moved away.

"Will he be fine when he gets there?" Ye Tong was a little worried.

"I hope not. After all, there is the power of the Xue family in Lingang City. The old man will say hello to the Xue family first when he goes there this time. If those two guys are smart enough, they should know to take care of the old man for us."

"The Wolf King can probably find out that Gary's death is related to the Xue family, and the two of them are just juniors and have limited influence on the family's decision-making. If the Wolf King really targets the Xue family, they said They might throw those two boys out to save their lives."

Qianye was immediately impressed by Ye Tong: "Awesome!"

Yeye Tong rolled his eyes at Qianye and said, "That's right, the general history of the empire is not for nothing."

Looking at Ye Tong's appearance, Qianye always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it. It wasn't until Ye Tong covered his mouth and chuckled, saying, "What, do you think it's not easy to be deceived?" Qianye suddenly realized.

Since taking Nighteye away from the military headquarters, Nighteye has been slowly recovering from the trauma in his body and soul most of the time. Qianye was also used to her weakness, used to taking everything on her, and was secretly worried even when she faced Xue Ding.

Since this period of time, Qianye has forgotten that Ye Tong was once the princess of the Monroe clan, and her talent may surpass the original species of Saint Son Edward. The saint sons and princesses of the Vampire Clan are not just based on their status and noble bloodline. They must prove themselves in promotions and actual combat before they can obtain the corresponding status.

Even if it needs some protection in the initial growth stage, it will not be in captivity. The ancient clan will arrange suitable enemies for training. Nighteye first joined the Luo clan and was soon sent to the battlefield. Although it was considered a protective experience, Nighteye proved himself with his excellent advancement speed.

When you reach the level of Saint Edward, there is no protection, and you need to stand alone on the battlefield until you can defend one side.

None of the famous geniuses among the dark races is simple, and Nighteye is no exception.

After thinking about this matter, Qianye had an indescribable feeling in his heart. He would rather Ye Tong would always be a weak little girl who needs protection. Unfortunately, this can only be a good wish.

Qianye suddenly remembered what Song Zining once said, "You must never find a woman who is too smart, she will not be able to deceive you."

It seems that Qi Shao also speaks from experience.

When everything was ready, Qianye and Ye Tong walked through the black forest and headed towards the town. The werewolf viscount and warg stationed in the town were both killed by Qianye. Calculating the time, the Wolf King Guards should have noticed something was wrong and discovered that something had happened in the town.

Complex terrain like a small town is the most advantageous battlefield for Qianye and Ye Tong.

At this moment, in the town square, an old werewolf man who was so old that he could not straighten his back was holding a cane, standing in front of the wooden stake with the werewolf Viscount stuck in it. There were three feathers on the edge of his gray hair, and the wooden staff in his hand looked like an ordinary branch, but it was wrapped with some colorful cloth strips.

If anyone is familiar with the history of Yongye, they will realize that the werewolf old man is the costume of the ancient werewolf tribe thousands of years ago. Only those with a certain status and prestige in the tribe could wear feathers as decoration in their hair. The greater the number of feathers, the higher the status. Three feathers indicate that this werewolf old man is at least an elder in the tribe.

At this time, the werewolf Viscount had just died, and he was only at the last moment before he could see the old werewolf for the last time.

The werewolf old man waved his wooden staff, and colorful lights flew from it and merged into the body of the werewolf Viscount. Those colored lights were quite magical, bringing life to the Viscount's body once again. The Viscount moved, reluctantly raised his head and opened his eyes. But his eyes were confused, and there was a roaring sound in his throat, and he was speechless. Obviously, although the vitality of his body has been restored, his consciousness has died.

The werewolf old man took back his wooden stick. In this moment, he was sweating profusely, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper. Looking at the body of the Werewolf Viscount that gradually fell into silence, he slapped his cane bitterly and cursed: "Useless thing!"

Werewolves have a tenacious vitality and can sustain themselves for a long time even if their vitals are crushed. Qianye impaled the werewolf viscount on a wooden stake, not only to punish and torture him, but also to let him deliver the message to the Wolf King's guards.

I just didn’t expect that he couldn’t stand the pain and torture, lost his will to live, and died within a short period of time. In the eyes of werewolves who advocate martial arts, being unable to endure pain is a typical cowardly behavior.

At this time, a werewolf warrior came over, handed a piece of wood to the elder, and said, "We found this on the roof. It was inserted where the battle flag originally was. Could it be a sign?"

The werewolf elder took a look at the wooden board and saw an extremely simple x scratched on it. He couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

"It should be a battle flag, a totem or a symbol. Look, we also found these."

The werewolf warriors brought over some broken boards. They had roughly put the broken boards back together, and it could be seen that they were engraved with all kinds of strange symbols and symbols. The shape of these broken wooden boards was exactly the same as the wooden boards stuck on the roof, so they guessed that it might be a different kind of battle flag.

The werewolf elder looked at it carefully for a long time before saying: "It's really ugly! Now that you have found these, didn't you go search for this person's whereabouts?"

The werewolf warriors whispered: "He left almost no smell, and the **** smell here is too strong, which also interferes with our perception. In addition, this place is too close to the Black Forest."

"Useless thing!" The werewolf elder cursed again. However, he also knew that the Neutral Land was different from the mainland and had a great impact on the werewolf's sense of smell. Especially the black forest is like a werewolf's nightmare.

The black forest can absorb all smells. Even the werewolf with the keenest sense of smell can only smell one smell in the forest, and that is the smell of the forest. And if the black forest is attacked, it will also emit a very pungent smell. This gas has no effect on Qianye, but for a werewolf with an extremely keen sense of smell, it is simply the smell of devil. If a weak werewolf smells it for a while, even his nose will be irritated and red and swollen, which will not fade for several days. It was miserable.

So even though the werewolf elder was angry, he couldn't think of any good solution. We can only order the werewolf warriors to continue searching, even if the entire town is turned upside down, they must find clues.

A werewolf warrior held a scimitar, kicked open the door in front of him, walked into the residence, and looked around. As soon as he entered, the stench that hit his face made him shiver and he couldn't help but cover his nose. Just when he was distracted, his back suddenly felt cold, and a blood-sucking blade had pierced his heart.

The werewolf warrior fell silently, his blood essence was plundered by the blood-sucking blade, and he couldn't even scream. Behind him, Qianye appeared like a ghost, left the house, and closed the door again.

Dozens of werewolf warriors have spread out to search the town comprehensively. The werewolf elder was walking around in the central square. He felt inexplicably restless, as if something bad was about to happen. But he was so old that his once sharp instincts were beginning to dull.

At this moment, in the corner where he was not paying attention, a muzzle hidden in the shadows was moving slowly following his movements. Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotia.net