Monarch of Evernight: Forty-five God-given lands

bsp;In the center of the snow peak, in the area surrounded by thousands of columns, there is only a piece of scorched earth. The land seemed to have been burned by fire, scorched black, and cemented into lumps. Apart from this piece of scorched earth, there is nothing else on the snow peak.

Qianye walked to the edge of the peak rock and looked out. Suddenly, he felt that the terrain in some places in front of him was a bit unnatural. He walked over, raised his hand, and the force swept away the snow. What was exposed under the snow were white bones. Some parts of those white bones can barely make out the outline of a werewolf, while others are just remains of severed limbs. If it weren't for the special background of the Xuefeng Festival, it would be impossible to tell what species they belong to.

It’s just white bones. The key is quantity. The exposed white bones alone are several meters thick. We don’t know how many corpses are hidden under the snow!

"Qianye, I found the entrance!" Carol shouted from a distance.

Qianye’s body flashed and he arrived at Carol’s side. In front of her, a huge stone slab with a radius of several meters had been lifted, revealing a wide and deep passage below.

As soon as he stepped into the passage, the smell of decay hit his face, and Carol immediately covered her nose. Blood fire ignited around Qianye's body, burning out all the filthy smell. The passage is not long. After turning, you enter a huge hall.

The hall is tens of meters high and extremely wide. It seems to be carved out of the natural space inside the mountain. Every ten meters on the four walls, there is a bone torch stuck in. I don’t know what kind of fuel is used, and the jumping is all green phosphorus fire, dyeing the entire hall with a faint green.

As a result, the space outside the phosphorus fire became darker. Even if Carol could see at night, her vision in the phosphorus fire was actually blurry than in the night. Such an environment and even the stench everywhere made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing that her face was pale, Qianye raised his right index finger, and a little light lit up on his fingertip. This light became extremely blazing in the blink of an eye, like a newborn sun, instantly filling the cave hall with light and heat.

Screams came from several corners, and several wolf-like creatures fell out of their hiding places. As soon as their fur came into contact with the bright light of the morning sun, wisps of green smoke immediately ignited, and the burnt smell quickly dissipated. I saw the rolling black shadow constantly wailing and rolling on the ground in pain.

Qianye slightly withdrew the force at his fingertips, and the light immediately converged. It could still illuminate the entire hall, but it no longer contained the destructive heat and intensity.

Carol raised her thunder whip and rolled those wolf-shaped creatures in front of her. Upon closer inspection, the two discovered that these were actually werewolves, and they all looked very young and not yet fully developed. There were scars all over their bodies, the cuts were neat, and they were not injuries sustained in battle.

A few young werewolves closed their eyes tightly and kept wailing, with blood flowing from their eyes. They were creatures of darkness, and Qianye's force light was extremely blazing. These werewolves didn't know how powerful they were. After looking directly at them, their eyes immediately went blind.

Carol observed for a while and said: "Why do they seem to have lost their minds?"

Qianye was also puzzled. This was not likely to be caused by the force burn of Dawn. After a brief inspection of the injuries, he exhaled and said, "They are all missing a lot of organs. They are still alive now. It’s a miracle.”

"These are all werewolves. Why did Duke Bones treat them like this? Does he like to kill so much?"

Qianye shook his head and said, "It should be...useful."

"It works!" Carol choked. She suddenly thought of the columns on the platform outside and the unknown energy, and shuddered.

Qianye glanced across the entire hall. In the center of the hall is a stone altar, all purple and black. Taking a closer look, Qianye discovered that the purple-black color was actually layers of blood, solidified due to age.

In the center of the altar, there is also a protruding disk with a circle of force array engraved on the edge, which is roughly the function of stimulating vitality and stimulating body growth. If used on this altar, it would also have the effect of bleeding.

The altar was silent, without any reaction. Qianye looked around again and saw rows of tall cabinets on the four walls. He walked over, opened the cabinet door and took a look, his expression changed slightly.

The high cabinets were piled with various organs, some were still fresh, while others were starting to rot. These organs were harvested from an unknown number of werewolves.

In the middle of the high cabinet, there are several experimental benches and workbenches. Although Qianye cannot understand the purpose of those vessels and pipes of various shapes, several of them seem to be produced by the Great Qin Empire, and the nameplates are still on them. , it can be read from the text that these are equipment for tissue purification.

Seeing this, Qianye understood that this should be the place where the Duke of Bones purified the young werewolf genius blood and transplanted it into himself. Although I don't know what function the altar played in the whole process, but just looking at the facilities and layout of the underground hall, this secret method is probably not very clever. Those pieces of equipment were all old, and only one was a new model from the Empire. But that new device doesn't look like it matches the other devices at all.

At this point, the current situation of those young werewolves has the answer. Their organs were removed, and they may have suffered other tortures. They lost their minds due to too much pain, and were unable to maintain their appearance. They have always looked like a half-wolf, half-human atavism.

After removing the organs but not letting them die immediately, the Duke of Bones seems to be aware of the reality that his body is about to collapse. Rather than wanting to transfer the blood of these young werewolves, he simply wants to torture them. them. This may be the natural jealousy and unwillingness of the dying old man towards the young man.

Qianye’s fingertips ignited the flames of the Force, and several sparks immediately popped out. The sparks formed by the dawn fell on the young werewolves, instantly burning them into torches.

Seeing this, Qianye gained a better understanding of the Duke of Bones, and also solved the mystery of the Emerald Sea Werewolf’s rapid defection bit by bit. Over the past few hundred years, the Duke of Bones has killed countless young werewolf geniuses, almost causing the overall talent of the Emerald Sea Werewolves to drop by two levels.

No matter how primitive the werewolf tribe is, there are still people with insight. They knew the root cause of the decline of the Emerald Sea Werewolves, and they actually hated the Duke of Bones to the core, but they were suppressed by the huge disparity in power. As time went by, this gap became completely insurmountable.

Under the overall backward industrial technology of Yonglu, the Emerald Sea without many shallow mines is completely barren, with only a little prey and a small amount of grain production, so there are no strong people coming to compete with the Duke of Bones for this territory. . Otherwise, a marquis in the Grand Corridor could block Zheng Guo, but several chiefs and priests in the Emerald Sea could not protect such a large area of ​​land.

A variety of factors came together to achieve the three hundred years of Duke Bone's rule.

With no one to control him and reaching the end of his life, the Duke of Bones gradually went crazy. Judging from his actions, he might drag all the werewolves in the Emerald Sea to death together before he dies.

This underground altar has no other value except to bear witness to the cruelty and madness of Duke Bone. Qianye originally planned to burn it all on fire, but then he thought about it, and he just wanted to keep it as a witness, so that the werewolves would know clearly what the Duke of Bones had done.

Walking out of the underground hall, Qianye quickly walked around the snow peak, finding and killing all the ferocious beasts hidden in the wind and snow. Then he jumped into the air and called out to the mercenary generals on the battleship. Come down with the werewolf nobles.

Seeing the scene of numerous broken limb pillars and underground altars, some werewolves closed their eyes in pain, some looked up to the sky and howled, while a chief picked up a corpse that had not rotted beyond recognition and cried loudly. . That was his youngest son, who had just been brought in for a month.

Werewolves have a keen sense of smell and can not only distinguish scents in fine detail, but also distinguish the blood connections between tribes. Most of the severed limbs/pillars, as long as they are not too old, can be smelled to see if they come from one's own tribe.

After the werewolves' sadness subsided a little, Qianye took them back to the battle patrol. Qianye issued an order to temporarily seal the underground altar, and then let the tribes come up to collect the bones after everything had settled. The werewolf nobles had no objections.

Besides this, Qianye also has a question. Did Duke Bones choose the altar here just occasionally, or is there something special about it?

After leaving Xuefeng, the next destination is the God-given land we passed through when we came here. This is a large farmland. From a distance, the wheatgrass grows neatly and gratifyingly. However, from a closer look, you can see that the field is actually quite chaotic. The wheatgrass is basically growing naturally, and there are not many traces of artificial maintenance.

The only thing that allows this place to be called farmland is probably because there are very few weeds. As long as werewolves are willing to work, they are good coolies. They can at least maintain high-intensity labor for a whole day. A simple manual job like weeding is just right for a werewolf.

Seeing this cloud wheat field, Qianye had a new idea. With so many werewolves, although not everyone can fight, most of them are qualified laborers, especially in purely physical work, which is much better than ordinary humans.

From this point of view, the resources within the Emerald Sea are sufficient for the werewolves alone.

Qianye squatted down, grabbed a handful of dirt and looked at it. The soil is soft and fertile, and feels greasy when held in the hand. No wonder Yunmai grows so well. However, werewolves don't know how to cultivate fallow fields, nor do they know how to fertilize. It's really incredible that the land can remain fertile for so many years.

Qianye put his hand on the ground and felt it carefully. He slowly felt that deep in the earth, there was a faint force flowing slowly. This force is full of vitality and seeps into the surrounding soil. Its scale is very large, like an underground river of Force flowing underneath the entire God-given Land.

It seems that this is the reason why the God-given Land was formed. Qianye changed several locations, and also sensed the existence of the Force Dark River, and through multi-point positioning, he roughly judged the direction of the Force Dark River.

Qianye stood up, looked at the earth from a distance, described the underground river in his mind, and found that its direction showed a huge and regular arc shape, and the center of the circle pointed to the altar of the Duke of Bones.

He walked along the entire God-given land to explore the flow of the underground river. The undercurrent does not match the natural terrain. Part of it is submerged in the Emerald Sea, and the other part extends to the mountains. Only the plains between the mountains and the emerald sea reflect the characteristics of a God-given land.

Qianye's heart moved, and he boarded the battle patrol and ordered the captain to fly according to the route he drew, observing the changes in the terrain below.