Monarch of Evernight: The eighty-fourth crisis

bsp;Faced with such bold words, Qianye finally couldn't keep his calm expression and asked in shock, "Now?"

"Why not?"

Qianye was speechless, and after a while he said: "The environment here seems inappropriate..."

Twilight smiled interestingly, pinched Qianye's face with his hand, then reached down and caressed his chest, "Don't try, do you feel that the force is like a river in winter, all frozen? This is the function of the blood of ice. Not even you, even Count Garter can escape from this state unless...you have any other secret methods?"

Earl of the Garter? That is the highest level among the dark race count ranks.

Qianye lowered his eyes. His Dawn Force was indeed stuck in a quagmire, barely able to flow. The ordinary blood sank deep in his heart without any response, while the purple blood shrank. The ability runes seemed to be hibernating, but with the original power, Yi's dark gold blood energy was only slightly sluggish.

However, Dusk's last murmur that sounded like a joke or a test made Qianye suddenly alert, and a feeling of extreme danger passed through his heart. He almost immediately gave up trying to resist with his pupil technique, and at the same time, he also remembered!

This woman always makes Qianye feel familiar, but it turns out it is not an illusion. He has seen her! When she left the lost world of Anduya, she was the first enemy she encountered after walking out of the light door.

At that time, the effect of the drop of source blood that Anduya gave to Qianye had not completely expired. In the high-speed movement of the void, Qianye was not sure whether the dusk could see his appearance clearly. But for the two of them to meet in this place and in this way, no one would believe that there was no purpose behind it. The key is, what does she want to do? Also, how much did she know.

Seeing Qianye's silence, Du Zi patted his face gently, "Be good, stop thinking about this thing. If you delay any longer, I will change my mind."

"Then what? Will you let me go?" Qianye asked.

Wu Shi didn’t know what he thought of, and suddenly laughed out loud, happily saying: “You can consider it!”

"You just said you wanted to give me your first hug..."

Twilight wrapped his arms around Qianye's neck and turned his head to look at him. In front of him was a pair of obsidian eyes, as clear as crystal, from which he could see his own image.

The two looked at each other like this for a while.

Twilight rubbed Qianye's face with her cheek, and almost all her words and breaths blew into his ears, "I don't like useless men who only know how to be submissive. It's not interesting at all. I like strong ones. , dangerous, exciting..."

She released her hands, took a few steps back, and said: "It seems that today is really not a suitable day. You are not strong enough now, but I can give you a little more time. I look forward to it, don't make me wait too long ”

Qianye turned around and stared at the dusk quietly. Only she herself knew how credible what this woman said was highly polarized and her words and deeds varied.

At least Qianye can be sure that this woman really wanted to embrace him for the first time, but for some reason she suddenly changed her mind midway. The reason for this is certainly not a sudden act of kindness.

Dusk jumped up lightly, glided several meters in the air, and stood on a horizontal branch of the big tree. She seemed to have remembered something, turned around, pointed at Qianye, and made a gesture of firing a force pistol, "By the way! If you become my man, I don't mind helping Ye Tong once."

Nighteye! It had been a long time since I heard this name. When it was mentioned so suddenly, it immediately stirred up waves in Qianye's heart, so that his face had an unusual change.

Even the slightest difference could not escape Du Mu's eyes, and there was suddenly something in her smile that made Qianye tremble. It was like the two of them had been playing a dark chess game that covered the board. After playing the game until now, Dusk finally got a glimpse of his trump card.

"I'm leaving, get stronger, little man!" Dusk waved his hand vigorously, and his figure blurred for a while, appearing in the distance in an instant. After a few flickers, he disappeared without a trace, giving Qianye no chance to ask questions.

Qianye stood silently, resisting the urge to call her out.

The appearance of dusk cast a heavy shadow on Qianye's heart. This vampire woman's combat power far surpassed that of Stuka. Even when Zhao Yuying met her, he lost more than he won.

Looking back now, Qianye stepped into Twilight's realm unprepared from the very beginning. If she hadn't wanted to take him down without any damage, she could have ended the battle in just a few moves. All Qianye can choose is to rely on the power of dark gold blood and original wings to prevent himself from being completely controlled by the ice-bound blood, thus preventing himself from falling into her hands alive.

However, a person with such power is already a great noble in the Vampire Clan, so why come here specifically for him? Qianye couldn't help but take a deep breath when he thought of the secret in himself.

If this Vampire woman was one of the original participants in the fight for the Black Wing King's treasure, then perhaps some crisis is not far away. But, what does this matter have to do with Ye Tong? From what Twilight said, it seemed that Nighteye was in some kind of danger now.

With a bang, Qianye punched the ancient tree next to him. Half of the tree trunk, which two adults could not hold together, suddenly collapsed, and a deep mark was opened on the back of his finger, and blood dripped drop by drop. Fall into the soil.

Qianye suddenly realized that even if he saw that the crisis was within reach, he could not do anything now. The original sense of accomplishment in subduing Brudo was gone. He couldn't even tell whether his helpless, complicated and troubled mood was due to his own fate or Ye Tong's situation.

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Qianye let out a long breath and ran towards Qingfeng Mountain. No matter what is about to happen, he must continue on the path in front of him. Qianye has never been one to give up easily, otherwise his life would have ended in that lighthouse town.

At the foot of Qingfeng Mountain, the Fengya tribe still exists, but the entire settlement seems to be facing a formidable enemy. All the werewolves in the wooden house retreated to the cave. They also built a low wall halfway up the mountain and erected several stone arrow towers.

When Qianye, who was running at high speed, appeared in the field of vision, a long wolf howl sounded, and hundreds of werewolf warriors rushed out of the cave, rushed to their fighting positions, and were ready.

Qianye turned a blind eye to those warriors and approached until he was several dozen meters away from the low wall before standing still. He glanced at the imminent battle formation and asked coldly: "Where is the clan leader? How long does he want to wait?"

The werewolves suddenly became commotion, and many couldn't help but roar. However, at this moment, Qianye clearly exuded an aura that made them instinctively fearful. It was the pressure from the strong. Even the most violent werewolf did not dare to rush forward rashly.

The defense line on the left suddenly split to both sides, and the old patriarch walked out under the protection of several strong werewolves. He waved his hand and asked the tribesmen to stay where they were. He walked to Qianye alone and said slowly: "Young and powerful human being, your appearance does not seem very appropriate."

"Dear Patriarch, your posture is not very appropriate. My patience is running out. Now, please give me a definite answer."

The old patriarch looked gloomy, "Is this a threat to the Fangya tribe?"

"I never threaten, only state facts."

"The Sharp Fang tribe has two hundred brave warriors, and each warrior is ready to shed blood."

Qianye sneered, "You mean, you want all the soldiers to shed their blood?"

The old patriarch suddenly choked.

"Before you make a decision, there is news that you should probably know. Bludo is ready to surrender."

"The terrifying red-haired Rudo?" There was a commotion among Fengyang's warriors.

They can also be regarded as the subjects of the Werewolf Viscount. Bludo's terror has long been deeply rooted in every werewolf's heart. And such a terrifying person would actually surrender to this young human being? !

At this time, the werewolves were finally able to face up to Qianye's strength. Before that, they could not help but despise him just because he was a human.

The face of the old patriarch seemed to have become much older in an instant. He did not doubt the authenticity of Qianye's words. This was news that could be verified with a little inquiry. What's more, the old patriarch knew that Brudo had blocked the mountain road in front, but Qianye still appeared here, which was enough to explain everything.

He looked back at the clansmen behind him. Most of the warriors looked blank, looking at their clan leader and leader, their eyes filled with pure conviction and waiting. The old patriarch's gaze fell a little further away, behind the fortification line, where the children and women were standing.

Finally, the old patriarch withdrew his gaze, looked at Qianye and smiled bitterly: "It seems that we have no other choice." He slowly knelt down on one knee in front of Qianye, raised the scepter representing the status of the patriarch in his hand above his head, and raised it to In front of Qianye.

Qianye took the scepter and handed it back to the old patriarch.

In the Kingdom of Darkness, this simple return one after another is a ceremony to express surrender, symbolizing allegiance and the process of granting rights by the lord. From this moment on, the Fangya tribe is regarded as a vassal of Qianye. Of course, this is according to the rules of the dark kingdom.

"Take a few people and follow me to Qingfeng Mountain."

The old patriarch suddenly hesitated, "That is the resting place of our ancestors."

Qianye said lightly: "Hundreds of years ago, there was nothing there. But now, if I hadn't driven away Stuka, it wouldn't be yours."

The old clan leader sighed, called two clan elders, and followed Qianye up Qingfeng Mountain. The natural platform at the top of the peak still has traces of the Force array. Qianye only walked around once before heading towards the cave once occupied by the vampires.

The vampires who stayed behind were all concentrated in the two-story stone hall outside. Qianye came and went in a hurry. After getting rid of them, he did not go deeper. Only now did Yu Xia observe carefully.

The outermost stone hall was completely empty. Starting from the second floor, empty slots were cut out on the stone walls on both sides. Many of the empty slots contained corpses wrapped in thick cloth. Qianye walked all the way to the innermost room and found that There are actually hundreds of such corpses.

This is the custom of werewolves. They will save the bodies of the most important people in the tribe and place them in the ancestors' cemetery. After most werewolves die, their bodies are thrown into the valley and returned to the earth.

There are so many corpses preserved in the ancestral cemetery of the Fengya tribe. Obviously their history is older than Qianye imagined. Perhaps before migrating here, the origin of this tribe can be traced back to the era of the Thousand Years War. . The vampires who occupied this place did not desecrate the corpses of the werewolf ancestors, and everything remained as it was.

Standing at the cemetery of the werewolf ancestors, Qianye suddenly felt an indescribable strange feeling. Both the Dawn Force and the blood energy in his body were faintly stirring and restless, as if they were responding to something.

Qianye's eyes turned faintly blue, and when he looked around, he suddenly realized that the force here seemed to be much stronger than outside. Wisps of dark force are constantly seeping out from the cave walls, and some of them are actually being inhaled by the bones of the werewolf's ancestors.

PS: Congratulations to Zuilong for being promoted to platinum leader, Xiao Yuanshan for being promoted to gold leader, thank you to the Anan series for adding another leader, and to the many readers who have insisted on voting for me these days. Recently, working hours seem to have become more than fifteen hours a day, seven days a week.

However, every time I finally sit in front of the computer late at night, open the Yongye page, and see everyone’s comments and voting records, I feel that there is no reason not to keep writing.