Monarch of Evernight: Sixty-two God-given changes

bsp;The territory is stable, the new army has begun to form, tens of thousands of werewolves are armed, and everything is on the right track. It was just that Qianye had a little trouble when choosing the next direction of attack.

One direction is a series of small countries established by the human race, with Wang Renyang, known as the King of Qinghai, as his honour. The combined strength of a dozen small countries is no more than that of the werewolves of the Emerald Sea. Wang Renyang himself is similar in strength to the previous King Zheng, and it is said that he has a very powerful evasion secret technique.

In the other direction is the werewolf of the black realm. There are countless large tribes there, which not only occupy more than half of the territory in Maple Leaf, but also cut out a lot of territory in the central area. The King of the Black Domain, Duke Gale Wind, is one of the most powerful men in the Yong Continent.

From a purely expansion perspective, the small human country should naturally be chosen. The King of Qinghai, Wang Renyang, has mediocre fighting power and is probably not Qianye's opponent at this moment. What's more, Qianye and Carol, two against one, can be said to be victorious. The strength of Duke Gale is far superior to that of Duke Bone. Compared with the vast black domain rich in black stone mines, the Emerald Sea is a barren land. Duke Gale had no regard for this land at all and was marching towards the central part of the continent wholeheartedly.

In the central area, bordering the Black Territory is also one of the strongest people in Yonglu, the Werewolf Duke named Burning Soul.

Duke Blast Wind and Duke Burning Soul are lifelong enemies. The two have been fighting for decades, but no one can gain the upper hand. This is also the reason why the Duke of Gale is so flawless.

It is not easy to conquer the Black Territory. Even if Qianye and Carol join forces, they may be able to push back Duke Gale, but it is extremely difficult to completely defeat or even kill him. And while challenging Duke Gale, Duke Burning Soul might not just sit idly by, but would probably wait for the opportunity to move out and **** the fruits of victory midway. Qianye didn't want the territory he had worked so hard to gain to be given away to others.

In the past few days, he had nothing to do and just stared at the Yonglu map, weighing the pros and cons repeatedly.

The best choice is to start from the human kingdom and subdue Wang Renming. With his help, we will be sure to defeat Duke Gale. As long as the Duke is defeated, the black army will retreat sooner or later.

However, it is not yet time to start the war immediately. The Great Corridor and the Emerald Sea Werewolves do not have much food in stock. They have to wait for a new batch of food to be harvested and then slaughter the livestock to survive. Many of Zheng's industrial areas fell into Qianye's hands, but the grain-producing areas were still within Zheng's original territory. The food aid from the family is still in the process of being collected. It will take half a month to deliver such a large amount of military rations.

Waging a war is not something that happens overnight. Qianye is not a person who is greedy for credit and is not in a hurry. He is not in a hurry and is slowly sorting out the structure, personnel and troops of the entire territory.

Not two days after the peaceful days, a werewolf rushed into Qianye's office in a hurry, forgetting to even knock on the door, and shouted when he entered: "Sir, there has been a change in the land given by heaven!"

Qianye raised his eyebrows and said, "What's going on? Tell me slowly!"

The werewolf chief was so anxious that he couldn't speak clearly. He just kept saying: "That's it. It's very strange anyway. I can't explain it clearly. You will know when you go and take a look, sir."

Looking at his appearance, he didn’t seem to be faking it. With Qianye’s current strength, he was naturally not afraid of any traps. He immediately said: “Prepare the aerostat, let’s go over and take a look.”

When the aerostat was in place and Qianye walked out of the office, he saw many werewolves with worried faces and whispering along the way. It seemed that the news of changes in the God-given Land had spread.

The God-given Land supports almost half of the werewolves in Bibo City and is the key to the establishment of this giant city. Otherwise, with the primitive farming and hunting methods of werewolves, even a city one-tenth the size would not be built. Therefore, if there is any problem in the God-given land, any knowledgeable werewolf will be nervous.

Qianye boarded the frigate and sailed directly to the land given by God.

Before they arrived, Qianye saw layers of fog rising straight upward from a distance, almost forming a fog wall hundreds of meters high. The wall of fog covers the entire God-given Land, and continues to extend outwards, reaching deep into the mountains.

As you get closer, you can see that the crops and pastures that were growing so well in the fields below are withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. No wonder the werewolf chief is so anxious.

On the ground, some werewolves shouted and rushed into the fog area, trying to rescue something. They know very well that once the food and pasture harvest in the God-given land stops, a great famine will definitely occur in the City of Blue Waves this winter, and perhaps tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of werewolves will die of cold and hunger.

"Sir, look, what's going on?"

On the frigate, the dozen or so accompanying werewolf chief priests looked at Qianye anxiously. Even the priests didn't know what was going on.

The human mercenary generals were naturally confused, but when they saw the field crops below withered, they all realized the seriousness of the problem.

The think tanks from Ningyuan Heavy Industry also didn’t look good. Song Hui even frowned.

Most werewolf tribes have little food left over and their lives are extremely difficult. Every winter, someone always dies. The situation of small tribes is even less optimistic. When winter comes and there is a lack of food, tribes that cannot survive often take desperate measures and choose war.

Originally, during the reign of the Duke of White Bones, disobedient and displeased tribes would be moved to the Great Corridor, allowing them to attack Zheng State in order to consume the population and free up territory. Now that Qianye has taken over, he will naturally not do this. But the question is, if there is no harvest in the God-given land, where can we make up for such a big gap?

Qianye turned to look at Song Hui, who shook his head and said: "With such a big gap, it is simply unrealistic to transport food from the empire. How much will the freight cost? With our current financial resources, we simply cannot afford it. ”

Qianye also knows that allocating food from the empire is only a drop in the bucket. It is possible to support the troops, but it is impossible to support hundreds of thousands of civilians in the City of Blue Waves. Moreover, just after the Battle of the Empire's Floating Land, we were preparing for the opening of the new world. It was the time when we needed to collect food. Even if the relevant people turned a blind eye and did not interfere with the large amount of food being shipped out of the country, there was almost no way to find it. Who can distribute so much food to Qianye?

Qianye narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at it for a moment, and asked, "When did this start happening?"

The werewolf priest in charge of this place said: "It started to fog up this morning, and the fields were no longer good at noon. We really can't find the reason, so we can only report to you."

"Is it possible that some tribe is causing trouble?"

"How can ordinary tribes have this ability? Let me see, it might be the good deeds of King Qinghai or Duke Gale!"

"That makes sense."

While everyone was whispering, Qianye just stared at the white mist that was still expanding in front of him. The scenery behind the fog gradually became blurry, and the fields on the ground were no longer visible. The werewolves who were still running in the fields disappeared, and even their voices became distant and faint.

Not long after, the surroundings were filled with deathly silence.

A werewolf chief suddenly shouted: "Where are the people below?"

Everyone was shocked, and then realized that no matter how hard they tried, they could no longer see far into the fog. The cries, screams and curses of the werewolves that could be heard just now all disappeared, just like the werewolves deep in the thick fog no longer existed.

No matter how hard the werewolf priests, chiefs or warriors use their eyesight, they cannot see very far into the fog, even those with superior vision. Perception also fades very quickly in dense fog, and it is completely lost after just a little penetration.

But in Qianye's eyes, there was another scene in the fog.

The concentration of the Force in the white mist is astonishingly high, and the properties of the Force are also very special and very unstable, in the gray area between eternal night and dawn. The deeper you go, the thicker the Force becomes, almost like a thick fog condensed by the Force of the Void. The perception of ordinary strong people cannot last long in it.

But in Qianye's Eye of Control, his field of vision continued to extend deeper into the white mist. The deeper he went, the more frightened he became. This kind of attribute of the force in the fog has never been encountered before, or even heard of. It is extraordinarily dense and gray, and there is extreme restlessness under the calm surface. To describe it, it is a bit like mercury.

In the depths of the white mist, it is like another world. It is difficult for ordinary people to survive in such a force, and the environment is worse than several famous dangerous places in the Neutral Land.

"You guys wait here." After saying that, Qianye flew out of the floating ship and rushed straight into the white mist.

As soon as he entered the white mist, Qianye felt a cold and slippery feeling on his body, as if there were some snakes and insects swimming and crawling on his body. If you feel it carefully, you will see that it is actually caused by the alien force in the mist corroding the body. Qianye stood still for a moment, feeling the characteristics of the alien force.

This new force is indeed a bit like mercury, but not exactly the same. When they come into contact with the body, they will try to soak in bits and pieces. However, as Qianye is a divine general, Chenxi Qiming's rank is far superior, and the alien force cannot be infiltrated at all.

Qianye made a bold move. He let go of his protection and allowed the force to soak into his body. After experiencing it for a moment, he roughly understood its main nature.

The erosion of the body by the alien force is not very violent, and the process is quite long, so ordinary strong people can move in the fog for a period of time without being killed on the spot like in the void force storm. When these alien forces enter the body, they will release a strange poison. It is not very toxic, but it can be fatal if accumulated too much.

After understanding something, Qianye lowered his altitude and finally saw the situation on the ground clearly this time.

The crops and pastures in the field were all dead, and the completely withered leaves were extremely brittle, as if they had been specially dried. There is heavy moisture in the fog, but these dead plants are so dry, which looks quite strange.

In the field, several werewolves fell to the ground.

Qianye flew over and tried to pull up a werewolf. But as soon as my hands touched his clothes, I felt that his body was like a piece of wood, extremely dry and stiff. Qianye frowned slightly and turned him over. What appeared in front of him was a mummy!

The water in this werewolf's body has completely disappeared, and the dry body clings to the bones like a skeleton.

Qianye looked at several werewolf corpses in succession, and they were all exactly the same.

He raised his head and looked into the depths of the white mist.

PS: I caught a cold for the second time, but I was still on a business trip. Recently, due to the extremely tight schedule during the day, if I can sit down and type, it is usually at midnight. I am also very sorry for such an unfriendly update time. How is everyone doing this flu season? As we near the end of the year, it seems that the only option is to drink more water and take more rest~~>_