Monarch of Evernight: The truth behind thirty-two

bsp;In the afternoon, a high-speed frigate left the Wolf Fang Fortress and sailed towards a plain at the corner of the Grand Corridor. There are four werewolf tribes living there, one large and three small.

Qianye only designated the target on the map when he set out, so there was no possibility of Eskar cheating secretly.

Song Huizeng seized the opportunity to be alone with Qianye for a short time and once again expressed her opinion, "There must be a conspiracy behind this, and that stinky wolf must have his own purpose!"

It can be seen that she is extremely wary of Eskar at this time, and even Qianye himself is refreshing his understanding of the werewolf count time and time again. No wonder that with such a huge social difference between the two sides and a general like Xu Jingxuan, Zheng Guo didn't take advantage of the werewolves.

However, Qianye has his own opinion on this, "It is normal to have a purpose, otherwise for what? To suppress by force? Then any clan leader from Twilight Continent can take Yong Lu into his pocket. As for whether it is a conspiracy , just take a look and you will know.”

This journey is not long and we will reach our destination quickly.

This is the first time for many mercenary generals to enter the werewolf tribe camp as visitors. Even though Qianye had seen more than one werewolf tribe in Yongye Continent, he was still quite surprised by what he saw.

Compared with werewolves in other continents, the werewolf tribes here are much more primitive. The cone-roofed houses are made of wood, hay and mud bricks. The camp is protected by a wooden spike fence and is not even a city wall. There are many tall poles erected in the camp, and dried game is picked up on them. The camp is not small, but there are only a few large game animals, mostly pheasants and wild ducks.

Seeing Qianye and his party walking into the camp, many werewolf tribesmen came out of their thatched huts and watched silently. Most of the people in the camp are women and children, and there are only a few young people. This is not surprising. Maybe they are already in the recruited troops, but there are also very few old people, which is a bit strange. The wargs were lying listlessly in the shade, occasionally flicking their tails.

Most of the werewolves wore homemade leather jackets, many children were simply naked, and even some women were topless.

Next to the thatched hut, some grains and dried fruits were scattered on the kitchen table of the werewolves, mixed with dried minced meat, and cooked into meat porridge. This was their food. It's just that the proportion of meat is very small, maybe it can only add a bit of meat flavor to the porridge.

Looking at the outsiders, the werewolves had curiosity and awe in their eyes, but mostly indifference and numbness, as if the hard life had drained all their enthusiasm.

Qianye has never seen the lives of the tribesmen from the perspective of a peaceful bystander, nor did he expect that the werewolves in the large corridor would be in such a state of despair. For a moment, he thought of the garbage dump on the Evernight Continent.

Werewolves are not completely carnivorous creatures, but they are not much different. Eating less meat will seriously affect their growth. In the past, one of the secrets the empire used to imprison werewolf prisoners was to feed them only grain-based food. After eating for a week, even the strongest werewolf would become weak and unable to even escape, let alone resist.

But the werewolves in the large corridor seem to have become accustomed to vegetarian food, which is also forced by the environment.

While Qianye was observing the details of the werewolf tribe, an old werewolf priest sniffed hard and suddenly shouted: "It's your majesty, your majesty Qianye!"

He rushed to Qianye, threw himself to the ground, and kissed Qianye's boots. The werewolves in the entire tribe seemed to have exploded, and they all rushed over, seemingly crazy.

The mercenary generals were shocked, and some of them drew their weapons.

Aiska immediately released his breath, frightening the werewolf tribesmen with forceful coercion, and then shouted loudly: "Everyone, step back and keep your distance. If anyone offends Your Majesty, I will skin him and hang him on the Hang from a high pole!"

At this moment, the Dark Earl, who is known for his sniper talent and therefore has a relatively stable combat style, reveals the ferocity and cruelty of the werewolf. This kind of threat was very effective to the werewolves. They knelt on the ground and crawled back to make way for Qianye and others.

Qianye glanced at Eskar coldly, frowned slightly and said, "What did you call me just now?"

Aiska said respectfully: "You will know when you go to the ancestor altar."

Qianye glared at him and walked into the largest thatched hut in the center of the tribe. This is where the ancestor altar is located, and it is also the holy place of the entire tribe. Not to mention outsiders, even ordinary tribesmen have no right to step in. However, the several priests did not have any objections and prostrated on the ground to welcome Qianye inside.

Qianye frowned and stepped into the door. As soon as you walk in, it's like stepping into another world, with completely different atmospheres inside and outside. Unexpectedly, Qianye felt his own aura on the ancestral altar. In today's world, Qianye is probably the only one who possesses dark gold blood energy, and this kind of aura is unmistakable.

In the center of the ancestor altar, the totem poles of the tribal ancestors surround a central emblem like stars over the moon. The badge was made of steel and was crudely made, with jagged edges and not even a perfect circle cut out. Just a thing like this would be sold on the streets in the empire, and it would only be sold for a few copper coins.

If there is anything special about it, it is that it is stained with a little bit of Qianye’s blood. This badge was one of the ones that Eskar used for Qianye to soak with his blood. At that time, Qianye thought he wanted some tokens to use as proof of action. This was a very common thing in Yongye and the empire. The tokens of truly great people have a unique aura that cannot be faked.

Who would have thought that such a batch of crudely made things would be placed in the center of the ancestral altar by a first-class werewolf tribe and worshiped as sacred objects?

Qianye picked up the badge, looked at it, and then put it back on the altar. He also discovered that after such a long time, the blood energy left on his badge had not weakened, but had actually increased. Could it be said that the worship of werewolves can also nourish the blood?

"What's going on?" Qianye asked again.

"You have seen that the werewolves in the entire Grand Corridor area regard you as the real king. Your status in their hearts has already surpassed that of your ancestors and is unique. So you don't need to worry about our loyalty."

Qianye sneered, "Do you think I will believe it? What did you tell them to do this?"

Aska knelt down on one knee and said: "Your Majesty, this is the truth. Not only them, but I and my tribe also believe that you are the real king who will lead us out of this predicament."

Qianye asked with a chill in his voice: "What's the reason? What I'm showing you is blood. In the upper continent, there is a feud between the vampires and werewolves, and the Holy War has been going on for thousands of years, if not ten thousand years. ”

"Your Majesty..."

"I don't want to hear that title again."

Ascar choked, lowered his head and said, "As you wish."

He paused for a moment, as if he was sorting out his thoughts, but then said: "The upper continent is too far away from us, and the Holy War is just a legend. What the werewolves in the Great Corridor want is very simple, just to survive."

Qianye said coldly, "Every ethnic group wants to survive. Tell me the important point, or is this all you can say?"

Eska said: "For the werewolves in the Great Corridor, survival is a very luxurious goal. For the survival of the tribe, we have no choice. Yes, there is no choice other than war. Either bring back trophies on the battlefield, or die in battle to reduce the burden on the tribe. The Great Corridor cannot support so many werewolves, and some must die to let others live."

This is a heavy and simple truth.

The struggle for living space is the eternal theme of the entire Eternal Night World. The differences between camps, within each camp, and even within the same clan are only in degree. The situation of the werewolf tribe in the Great Corridor in front of us may be more miserable than in most places.

Xu Jingxuan suddenly said: "Is this the reason why you attack Zheng Guo every year?"

Aska nodded, "This is the most important reason. Otherwise, no one would be willing to attack a well-defended fortress."

Xu Jingxuan snorted, his expression ugly. Every year at the turn of summer and autumn, werewolves would launch an attack on Zheng State, plundering autumn grain and supplies, roaring in and roaring away. Even with the help of fortress defense, the defenders' casualties were still not a small number. During the years when he served as the general of the Western Territory, many familiar faces became names on the tombstones every year.

In terms of casualty figures, werewolves still surpassed humans. Even if he now sees the living environment of werewolves and knows that werewolves are trying to reduce the population, for Xu Jingxuan, hatred is still hatred and cannot give rise to any sympathy.

A mercenary general suddenly said: "If you werewolves can't support yourselves, why don't you all surrender and let me support you?"

This sentence can be said to express the feelings of many people at this moment. Many of the eyes staring at Eskar are evil.

Aiska raised his head and met Qianye’s gaze. His eyes were clear, filled with courage, pride, and frankness, but without the panic or guilt of having his scheme exposed.

"The reason why we surrender is indeed to survive."

As soon as these words came out, many mercenary generals sneered and glared at Eskar. Only the two deacons from the Frost and Thunder Temple had expressionless faces, wondering what they were thinking.

Aiska suddenly raised his voice and said: "But we don't want you to feed us, sir. We werewolves are all born warriors. Our ancestors were born in the flames of war and died in the flames of war. We can support ourselves. Myself! Even if I need a little help from you now, it's just because in this season, at this time, women have to eat more, and I want to keep the elderly alive. After the grain harvest."

At this time, Qianye slowly heard some different meanings, "You mean elderly people?"

Aiska's voice turned low, and he pointed to several priests with white hair and beards, and said: "In the Great Corridor, only the priests and witch doctors can live to this age. As long as the rest of the tribe begins to decline in physical strength, You have to go to the battlefield or go into the mountains to find a suitable cemetery. So you can't see old people in the tribe. The werewolves here are not qualified to grow old."

A few simple words, but extremely heavy.

Even Xu Jingxuan and the mercenary generals were silent. Among the senior leaders of Dark Fire present, they felt it more deeply than those who came from the Song clan. In this dark world, the human race has always been a weak race. In neutral lands and small countries like Zheng, the fate of low-level civilians and those who have lost the ability to fight is not much better than that of these werewolves. Only in the powerful Qin Empire that has stood for thousands of years, can there be peace in the mainland and the word "recuperation and recuperation".

Qianye looked at Eskar, his eyes a little wandering, as if he saw an unknown place in the void through him, or perhaps a certain node in the long river of time.

After a while, Qianye said: "What do you want me to do?"