Monarch of Evernight: Thirty legendary strong men

bsp;Qianye also has a headache. It is easy to make a decision but difficult to implement it. You can only take one step at a time.

On this matter, none of the Dark Fire executives present could offer any good suggestions. Even if some people had ideas, they would be cautious and refrain from speaking out. Perhaps the only person who can help Qianye is Song Zining, but he is far away in the empire and cannot escape.

Qianye put aside these distracting thoughts, thought for a moment, and said: "The current task is to take down the Langya Fortress No. 2. Now that we have Count Eskar, well, he can also contact the tribes in the fortress. Soldier, so our goal in attacking the city this time is to control casualties and the degree of damage to the fortress itself."

Dark Fire already had absolute air superiority, and now that they have internal support, winning is no longer a problem. Under this premise, Qianye wanted a complete fortress to form a fortress circle with Tacheng, enough to control the vast area of ​​hundreds of kilometers around.

Construction always takes more energy, time and resources than destruction. If you can get a complete fortress, it is a gain in itself. Naturally, no one objected to this goal proposed by Qianye.

Early the next morning, Qianye began his attack on Fortress No. 2. He was still alone against the main cannon of the fortress. Among the three werewolf counts in Fortress No. 2, two were fierce by nature and chose to fight to the death and not retreat. In the end, they both fell to the Qianye Sword. The huge gap in combat power made their efforts meaningless.

The other werewolf count belonged to the same tribe as Eskar. He only made a symbolic resistance twice. After Qianye killed the other two counts, he threw down his weapons and surrendered.

But the werewolf Earl always felt that Qianye looked at him with deep regret, as if he was expecting him to resist. The werewolf earl, who was not timid, was so scared that he put his head close to the ground. In his heart, he just prayed that Qianye would not be as cruel and bloodthirsty as some of the Yongye nobles, and liked to torture and kill prisoners.

Qianye regretted for a while, then looked away, his pupils returned to normal, and said: "Get up, gather your people, let them put down their weapons, and gather in the designated area."

"Yes, sir!" The werewolf Earl was particularly respectful.

In fact, even Eskar, who is the Earl of Garter, has surrendered. How can he, an ordinary Earl, have any room to resist? Since Qianye promised to give the tribe the right to survive, there was no reason to resist.

The feeling of the Werewolf Earl was actually correct, but the reason was completely different from what he feared. Qianye felt regretful, but he was eager for another battle. After he killed the two counts, he found that his force power actually showed signs of further progress, and he made some progress towards the direction of crystal condensation.

It seems that if you want to condense the source liquid and cross the barrier of the God General, you can only rely on external forces, like the magic weapon that was born after thousands of hard work. The pressure of fighting the enemy is used as a hammer, and you use yourself as a soldier to forge it into crystal.

The level of Chenxi Qiming is too high, it is already very close to the source of dawn. Even in the source liquid state, it is more powerful than the original crystals of many **** generals. I don’t know what year it was when Qianye wanted to crystallize through his own cultivation.

It’s just that count-level opponents pose a limited threat to Qianye, and the assistance they can provide is also limited. If you want to face a more powerful enemy, you may have to go to the Emerald Sea. The most powerful person in the Grand Corridor is only a werewolf marquis. I heard that he is quite young, so his real combat power may not be as good as Eskar.

The cleanup of Fortress No. 2 has not yet been completed, and Qianye’s heart has already drifted to the Emerald Sea. The only thing that is somewhat uncertain is that there is a legend that there is a duke-level strongman living in seclusion in the depths of the Emerald Sea, but this is just a legend. Even Eskar doesn't know whether it is true or not.

Most of the werewolves on the mainland are still in the form of primitive tribes or the most rudimentary chieftaincy. They are quite closed to each other, and the spread of news still relies on primitive word of mouth. There are no newspapers that circulate throughout the continent, and there are no similar channels for regularly collecting and disseminating news. Some mercenary organizations have become the most efficient and broadest sources of information. It’s just that the quality of this kind of news cannot be expected.

The lack of information dissemination actually means that the werewolves do not need a unified life. They are quite satisfied with the status quo of the tribal system. The environment of the land makes the werewolves lack natural enemies. Except for Zheng, where the human race is concentrated, only a few areas are in the hands of the spider demons, and there are no established racial forces.

Although it is extremely difficult to cultivate to the Duke level in Yong Continent, this country was originally a country that was semi-abandoned by the Eternal Night Lord World. The werewolves living here are inferior to the entire werewolf group. , they didn’t have much pursuit originally.

Therefore, on the Yong Continent, the werewolf ancestor sect is very popular, but it has little influence on the top of the peaks. Among Eskar's tribe, only a few strong men had heard of the existence of the peaks.

Since the target is the Emerald Sea, Qianye does not intend to spend more time in the Grand Corridor. In the next few days, before the mopping up of the two fortresses was completed, the flames of war burned through the entire front of the grand corridor.

Xu Jingxuan’s new army and Eskar’s tribal warriors together swept away the dark races in the grand corridor one by one. All tribes that dared to resist were uprooted. To deal with the larger tribes that were stronger, dark fire mercenaries would be dispatched. Qianye's elite mercenaries have become accustomed to cooperating with floating battleships. Under the double attack from the air and the ground, even the two Wolf Fang Fortresses cannot last for a day. How long can ordinary werewolf tribe camps resist?

Occasionally, there are strong people who are no match for Xu Jingxuan and Aiska. Qianye doesn’t even have the need to take action.

The sweep was very smooth, almost advancing at a speed of more than ten kilometers a day. This speed can be faster, but Qianye's troops are not large enough. Even if tens of thousands of people are spread over a vast area, there will be no splash.

This week, Qianye sat in the Langya Fortress, practicing and reading battle reports every day, and his days suddenly became leisurely.

There are also troubles. For example, Song Hui comes to see him three times a day. Every time she appears, she brings a problem that gives Qianye a headache, that is, the number of werewolves surrendering is increasing. What should we do now?

Qianye originally thought that the number of werewolves to be admitted should be limited. With tens of thousands of werewolves in Eskar's tribe, it was already a rare large tribe.

A few days after the capture of the Langya Twin Fortresses, the dark races in the radiation area around the fortress had just been cleared, and the number of dark races that surrendered was already an order of magnitude greater than Qianye’s original estimate, and every day All are increasing at an incredible speed.

When the statistics of werewolves and other races exceeded 500,000, Qianye finally couldn't bear it anymore and called all the generals back and asked: "What is going on? Have all the dark races in the Great Corridor surrendered?" ”

The mercenary generals were all silent and looked strange.

Xu Jingxuan knew that he could not escape, so he said bravely: "Sir, of course not all tribes have surrendered. Some of the tribes that resisted have been annihilated; some of them have escaped, and the rest have surrendered."

Qianye knew something was wrong as soon as he heard this, and frowned: "Tell me the specific number!"

When he was so angry, Xu Jingxuan no longer dared to be careless, and said honestly: "Among all the tribes, about 80% surrendered, 15% fled, and only 50% resisted and were annihilated by the army. ."

"Why are there so many? Was it like this before?" Qianye had done his homework before the war. When he was in Zheng Guoguo, he had transferred ten years of battle reports to understand the situation on the mainland. In his impression, Zheng Guo's previous attacks During the Great Corridor, tribes of all sizes either resisted or fled, and basically no one surrendered.

Seeing Qianye asking this, Xu Jingxuan pointed to Eskar and said, "Ask him."

Seeing that he could not hide, Eskar knelt down on one knee and said: "In order to successfully complete the conquest of each tribe, I sent people to each tribe in advance to declare your greatness. Many tribes are willing to attach themselves to your glory. under."

Qianye felt vaguely uncomfortable and asked: "What did you say?"

Eska's expression remained unchanged and said: "I'm just telling them, sir, you have stood on the origin of darkness and will be the master of the entire eternal night world. You are the one who will lead us to break through the cage in ancient legends The great guide and the undefeated **** of war. You will slay the king of the Emerald Sea as the starting point and witness of the eternal journey."

Qianye himself felt a little dull after hearing this long paragraph.

For a long time, a common language has been developed among various races, but only people of a certain class and above can master and use it. When referring to specific nouns or on certain special occasions, nobles will also use some ancient words to more accurately express the ancient inheritance and traditions unique to those races.

There are several nouns in Eskar's words like this. When he talks about it, he needs a little explanation so that Qianye can roughly understand it. It is conceivable that when these words are said in the werewolf tribal language, they contain many confusing things.

This does not describe a person, it is almost used to describe the true God. Light stands on the origin of darkness. Strictly speaking, even the Queen of the Night may not be able to reach this state. Eskar opened his mouth and came without thinking clearly.

In the entire bragging, the only one that seems reliable is the one who killed the King of the Emerald Sea. But how could Qianye remember that the king of the Emerald Sea seemed to be a duke?

Even the deputy duke is separated from the Marquis of Glory by a large rank. So far, Qianye has no record of killing a duke by himself. He has been defeated once, and it was the result of a combination of factors. When it comes to Eskar's mouth, killing the Duke is like killing a chicken.

Qianye had a headache, he held his forehead and said: "You said this, do they believe it?"

Aiska said with a sunny face, "I believe it, why don't they believe it?"

Qianye whispered a dirty word. He had forgotten that werewolves worshiped the strong. The more primitive the social form, the more profound the influence. Ordinary warriors almost blindly believed in the words of strong tribesmen and sacrifices. With Eskar's strength and status, many people would definitely believe what he said. Even though 80% of the tribe chose to submit, it was still far beyond Qianye's expectation. It seemed that the legend also played a big role.

Seeing Qianye's expression, Eskar added, "Sir, your legend has already spread. If not unexpected, many tribes will take the initiative to submit in the future, so we don't need to put in more effort."

Qianye was even more troubled and asked: "How many are there?"

"There are about four million tribesmen in the entire Grand Corridor. According to the current situation, I'm afraid it won't be long before there will be more than three million people under your command."

Aiska said it respectfully, but Qianye was helpless. The total population of the entire Zheng Guo Corridor area is only more than two million. Now there are more than three million werewolves in the Great Corridor area, which has exceeded the number of humans.

"Then have you told them that even if they surrender and submit, their status with me will be lower than that of the human race?"

At this moment, Qianye’s eyes were as sharp as a knife, but Eskar had obviously been prepared, "There is no harvest without sowing, and there will be no prey without hunting scars. Only by establishing meritorious deeds can there be land." And food, all werewolves understand this. We are willing to bleed or sweat for you to gain status through merit. It doesn't matter what position you are in at the beginning. Even if you are a slave, you will one day become a warrior.

His answer left Qianye speechless.

Qianye thought for a moment and asked Eskar and the mercenary generals to retreat first, leaving only Song Lun, Song Hui and Xu Jingxuan, and asked directly: "What should I do with these three million werewolves?"