Monarch of Evernight: Secrets of the seventy-nine werewolves

bsp;The man showed his white teeth, but his straight and delicate brows seemed to be shrouded in a lingering haze, as cold as a snake. His tone was slightly frivolous, and he said: "A mercenary leader? It's a trivial matter. ."

Nangong Yuanbo pondered for a moment and then said: "Just don't offend the expeditionary force too much. In addition, if you have the opportunity, bring the bird back, but you have to do it cleanly, do you understand?"

His smile became even weirder, "Understood. If there is no chance, I will not take action." A local division of the expeditionary force that is not directly under the group army is nothing, but the Red Scorpion is different, even the Nangong family is not Willing to face off against an elite legion ranked among the top five in the military.

Looking at the man's expression, Nangong Yuanbo wanted to say something, but held back and said: "You can use whatever resources you need. I just want to get this thing done."

The young man laughed silently, "Should we do it with Zhao Yuying?"

Nangong Yuanbo frowned and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Twenty percent is enough."

"Twenty percent? Huh!" Nangong Yuanbo looked angry, "Okay, even if the 20% chance comes true, how sure are you that you can hide it from Zhao Xuanji afterwards?"

The man smiled and said: "Not even half a percent. But shouldn't it be your uncle's business to deal with Zhao Xuanji?"

Nangong Yuanbo said angrily: "If I could deal with Zhao Xuanji, I would not be the Marquis of Yishui, but the Duke of Youguo!"

The man looked suddenly enlightened and said, "I see. Well, then I will avoid Zhao Yuying."

"Okay, let's all get out!" Nangong Yuanbo angrily waved his sleeves and turned around to enter the inner room.

The man standing in the shadow kept half-bowing until Nangong Yuanbo's back disappeared inside the door, then he straightened up. His courtesy and respect were so exaggerated that they were almost ironic.

There was silence in the room for a moment. He suddenly turned back and looked at Nangong Ling and others, with a silent smile on his face.

Nangong Ling shivered uncontrollably. His face, which had no color at all, was as pale as snow. He forced a smile and said, "Cousin Sao Feng, if there is nothing else, I will leave."

The man nodded slowly. Nangong Lingrumeng was pardoned. He immediately saluted and left in a hurry, not daring to look back at all.

Nangong Xiaofeng, the first genius of the new generation of the Nangong family, is comparable to the top disciples of the four clans, but his twisted personality and talent are equally outstanding. This is a double-edged sword, both sides are equally sharp. Even Nangong Yuanbo has injured his hand before. Juniors like Nangong Ling would rather not meet this cousin.

However, after retreating to the yard, Nangong Ling looked at the lush and drooping wisteria on the flower shed in front of him with a look of pleasure. Because she knew that since Nangong Xiaofeng moved, Heiliu City would definitely become a **** on earth. Let the woman who dared to use Nangong's surname witness the disaster she brought!

She hopes that Nangong Xiaoniao will be dealt with privately, because Nangong Xiaofeng likes to slowly kill young girls. But this hope is slim. Nangong Xiaoniao is a restricted area for Nangong Yuanbo. No matter how bad his character is, Nangong Xiaofeng is not an idiot and will not do anything that is truly forbidden.

At this time, in a secret base of Red Scorpion in Qinlu, a young man was standing in front of the desk, calmly holding a wolf in his hand, copying martial arts scriptures in neat small regular script. Every word is straight and straight, without breaking the rules. It looks neat and straight, but it is a bit dull and has no personality.

A long piece of rice paper has been filled with more than half of it, and I'm afraid it doesn't contain thousands of words.

At this time, a young female officer walked in and whispered something in his ear. The young man's hand trembled, and a drop of ink fell from the tip of the pen, leaving a large stain on the paper.

"You mean, the little bird suddenly left? Do those old men know?" His expression was calm, but his voice was slightly trembling.

"From various signs, they should not have known about it before. Colonel Nangong probably left secretly." The female officer replied, but there was a hint of imperceptible jealousy in her eyes.

The young man said slowly: "Go and find out what the little bird did before leaving. For example, what books did you read, what information did you check, who did you contact, and then tell me the results."

The female officer responded and was about to leave. The young man stopped her and said, "Get my Wind Chaser ready. I will set off as soon as there is news."

The female officer opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing and exited the room. The moment before closing the door, she couldn't help but look inside again through the gap. She saw the young man picked up the rice paper with most of the dense writing on it and slowly tore it into pieces corner by corner. The female officer couldn't bear it. He shivered.

That piece of paper contained countless neat regular scripts, and each word was a cage to lock up the beast in his heart.

Now, the cage has been destroyed.

These days, Qianye is always a little restless. Whether he is dealing with official duties or practicing, the annoyance that comes from nowhere will soon disturb his concentration.

Official matters were okay, everything was progressing smoothly according to the established plan, and there was no impact. There was a small problem in cultivation, and the operating efficiency of Xuan Yao's two chapters was greatly reduced, so that most of the blood essence and blood obtained from the last battle were sucked into the Black Book.

Qianye couldn't find the reason why he was restless, but the dark cloud in his heart was getting bigger and bigger. If Nangong Xiaoniao had not been making progress in deciphering the large-scale force formation, Qianye wanted to wait and see the final result, otherwise he might not be able to help but go out to fight again and calm down in the blood and killing.

This afternoon, Zhao Yuying, who was bored, caught Qianye chatting, and Qianye dealt with it absentmindedly as usual.

As the two of them talked, the topic turned to the art of martial arts. At times like this, Zhao Yuying would always brag about herself and then belittle the geniuses of the same generation. After completing this procedure, she suddenly remembered something and asked: "You are now at level nine, why don't you have a domain?"

"Domain? Isn't that something that only comes after warriors? And there are only a few warriors who can understand domains."

Zhao Yuying immediately shook her head: "That's just what useless people say. According to normal standards, the domain should be prototyped at level eight, and the domain should be formed at level nine. By the time the general understands the domain, it will be too late!"

Qianye smiled bitterly, "What are your standards?"

"Zhao Clan's standards." Zhao Yuying answered matter-of-factly.

Qianye was speechless and asked: "How many people in the Zhao clan have reached the standard?"

"The fourth child and I definitely exceeded the standard, and the second child barely met the standard. There are about four or five others, but their potential is not as good as the second child!"

"In other words, there are only seven or eight people in the entire Zhao family's younger generation?"

"There are already a lot, so the standard is quite loose."

The entire Zhao Clan's younger generation has over 10,000 people, but only three people actually meet the standard. This is what Zhao Yuying calls the normal standard. Qianye could only shake his head, "My talent is just average."

"How is that possible?! How could you, sister, be so different from the person I like? Your talent is quite unique and it is eye-catching to look at. You will definitely be very powerful in the future, so it is possible even if the field comes out later."

Hearing this, Qianye felt guilty. His so-called talent form was Anduya's original wings. How could the corresponding field appear? Awesome for sure.

“Some secret skills can bring their own domain after being practiced, but if the skills are not particularly suitable for the practitioner, they are often not as powerful as the natural talent. You see, Song Zining’s Three Thousand Floating Leaves Technique is like this It's a kind of skill, but this kid is lucky, his nature is very suitable for this skill, and he can fully exert its power."

Having said this, Zhao Yuying slapped Qianye **** the shoulder and said proudly: "Don't worry, whether you have a talent field is just a trivial matter! When you return to Zhao clan, I will get you a copy of Taiyue's Three Divine Peaks , you can practice in any field”

She suddenly frowned and said, "You seem to be still practicing Bingbingjue? Although that thing can level up quickly, but..."

Qianye didn’t hear Zhao Yuying’s question. When she mentioned the Three Divine Peaks of Taiyue, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed through Qianye’s mind, “Qingfeng Mountain!”

Zhao Yuying was a little confused, "What mountain?"

"Do you remember what I said a few days ago about the key nodes of the mineral veins in this area? That is Qingfeng Mountain."

Zhao Yuying also remembered, "Yes. But isn't that node in the werewolf territory? Is that big dog making moves again now?"

The werewolf's castle is very different from that of the spider demon. The most significant difference lies in the choice of foundation, which is not a mountain of earth but a hard rock peak. Viscount Brudo's castle is a typical werewolf building. The terrain is steep and there are no roads at all in some areas.

For the werewolves of the Mountain King, this is no obstacle at all. Their ordinary warriors can run on flat ground in their original form. Human warriors are different. It is difficult for ordinary warriors to climb dangerous peaks, and even heavy weapons cannot be transported up there.

So after Qianye spent a whole night reconnaissance of the terrain, he decisively gave up the attack and left troops at the pass to block the external access to the werewolf castle. He originally planned to pacify all the eastern territories of Earl Nerubian, and then deal with the lone werewolf.

Qianye stood up and walked around the room twice, frowning and said: "I have a bad premonition, as if something is happening. This feeling of being out of control is very annoying, so I don't want to wait. Let’s take down the werewolf territory first, connect all the special nodes, and see what secrets are hidden in the land under our feet. Only then can we decide what to do next.”

"It's better to make plans in advance. How are you going to fight?"

"Behead! I will go there alone."

Zhao Yuying nodded and said: "That's okay. But you'd better wait a day longer. I just refitted a new motorcycle, which can be used just in time. The little bird also contributed!"

"A new motorcycle? Or one with a lot of explosives hidden inside?" Qianye's face looked a little ugly. No matter who he was, he would not want a pile of explosives sitting under his butt.

Zhao Yuying laughed a few times, "Don't worry, as long as I don't use a mechanism to detonate my special explosive, it won't explode even if you hit it with a gun." She looked at Qianye's face and immediately patted her chest to assure her, " I will explain all the mechanisms on the car to you this time!"

One day later, Qianye got a brand new motorcycle.

This black and red motorcycle is larger and heavier than the previous one, and its appearance is more exaggerated. It is conceivable that the performance of this big mechanical guy must also be improved. The top of the fuel tank cover has Zhao Yuying's flamboyant profile picture as usual, but there are two cute little golden birds on both sides.

Qianye stared at the craftsman's mark that had transformed into this appearance, and was speechless for a while. He looked up at the triumphant Zhao Yuying, and the expectant Nangong Xiaoniao, and finally got on the motorcycle and left the city.

The Dark Fire Camp outside the pass in the werewolf territory has expanded to the size of a regiment. With the end of the war in other places, except for the stationary troops in Black Ridge and Fjord, almost all mobile combat units have gathered here. With the help of Several heavy artillery pieces firmly guarded this long and narrow passage.

The current camp commanders are Duan Hao and Zhu Wuya.

Although Dark Fire has not yet obtained the serial number of the independent division, the expeditionary force headquarters has obviously acquiesced in the replacement of the 7th Division. The military post road has been transmitting various official documents and military information normally, even the week when Blackstream City was just occupied by Dark Fire, there was no interruption.

Not long ago, in addition to the normal distribution of the 7th Division's semi-annual rations and dark race hunting bounties, a batch of distributed arms also arrived along with the aerospace craft. These weapons are much inferior to Darkfire's own equipment, but this is a strong signal that clearly expresses the attitude of the expeditionary force headquarters.

As a result, the hidden fire that reorganized the 7th Division has stabilized like never before. Whether it is the Blackstream City War Zone or the newly opened area of ​​the Western Expedition, the operation efficiency of all places is very high, and the surrendered officers have gradually lost their dissatisfaction.

Qianye, accompanied by Duan Hao and Zhu Wuya, boarded the forward position to observe the Werewolf Pass.

They are two screen-like peaks, with only a few tens of meters wide gap left in between. Moreover, the terrain of this natural passage slopes upward, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.

The werewolves built a fortress-like fortification wall at the end of the passage, completely sealing the passage. The positions of those walls are very cleverly designed. When bombarded with heavy artillery from the outside, you will find that the artillery shells need to pass through numerous natural mountain barriers, making it difficult to hit the target directly.

Duan Hao handed over a telescope, "Lord Qianye, there are more and more strange things these days. Take a look!"

PS: I have a business trip tomorrow, so I will write 800 more words tonight.