Realm of Power

The guards who followed the fat man were also dressed in short cavalry uniforms and were very eye-catching when walking on the streets. Although the number of Kujit people from the grassland is gradually increasing, the grassland light cavalry is no longer as rare as before.

Many people know that the grommet button armor made of small iron rings of the prairie cavalry has better softness than ordinary iron armor, and can also provide good defense. When riding a horse, it can effectively reduce the stress of the war horse. Negative gravity, but for most ordinary Ruidian civilians, this is the first time they can see a group of fully armed light cavalry passing through the street at such a close distance.

Some Ruidian civilians who brought home-grown crops to trade looked at the guards with complicated eyes. Under the huge pressure, they scrambled to make way for both sides.

"Are these the rumored steppe cavalry?"

“It’s so scary”

"Yes, yes, I don't know if they have killed anyone. I heard that they have the habit of drinking human blood." Fatty heard many people whispering among the civilians on both sides.

The Dongting Cavalry, which almost crushed the entire northern grassland, brought Ruildian people not only the memory of blood, but also the mystery and power engraved in their bones. This is why Ruildian did not have any major problems after he returned to the empire. The reason for the resistance is that strong force is always the guarantee of the stability of the country. This is the truth that is always true.

It is precisely because there is a crown on top of his head that must represent the king of the grassland, and the nearly 100,000 grassland cavalry are like sharp swords hanging on Rui Erdian's head, so that all dissidents dare not have the slightest ambition and can only He obediently accepted his own rule and the integration of forces, and finally became an arm of the empire.

"Is this still the once powerful Rui Erdian?" The fat man was riding on the horse, listening to the fearful discussions on both sides, and looking at the slightly pale faces of each of them, he suddenly felt a trace of sadness in his heart.

That powerful kingdom that forged ahead towards the north with unparalleled ambition and the efforts of successive heroes. The powerful kingdom that once made the continent of Ikadiva tremble with just a stamp of its feet, has followed the last generation of heroes of Ruidian. The defeat of Lord Haraus, both spiritually and physically, is no more

And the culprit who caused all this is himself. From the battle in the West Grassland to the joint fight against the East Court, and finally in Stros, he completely defeated the last hope of Ruidian's rise. He gradually defeated Ruidian's people for hundreds of years. The cultivated iron-blooded military soul was completely shattered, which was not necessarily a good thing for the Ruidian people.

But it is a blessing for the mainland's unification process. As a direct descendant of the Ikadiva people, this nation has not only endured the road to unification that has been dreamed about by heroes and generals for hundreds of years, but also There is also countless blood full of sorrow. He ended a golden age and created a golden age for them.

Just when the fat man was deep in thought, the road ahead suddenly became chaotic. Some civilians on both sides suddenly dispersed. "Go away, you are still here to buy wine on credit when you have no money, you freeloader." A figure smelling of alcohol was pulled from the side. He was thrown out from the crowd and rolled awkwardly on the gravel-covered ground. After rolling a few times, he fell right in front of the fat man's horse's hooves.

"Hissing" The war horse that the fat man stepped off raised its hooves in fright, and was pulled by the fat man's strong arms. The horse's head turned to the left, and the horse's hoof fell on the side of the drunkard, barely avoiding the young man curled up in a mess in front of the hoof. This is an alcoholic with stained hair and a disgusting smell of bad alcohol all over his body.

The disheveled hair and long stubble almost covered his entire face. It was so disgusting that everyone who saw him frowned slightly. This guy was so slovenly. Even from a few meters away, people around him started to frown. He covered his nose and stepped back. Even the fat man's horse roared angrily. It was already a level of indignation shared by humans and animals.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Several tall and strong men came out from the side at the same time. When they saw the drunkard blocking a knight who looked like he was no ordinary person, the leader quickly put down the fierce look on his face and said with a flattering look.

"Sorry, noble knight, this guy has been eating and drinking in my tavern for free for a month and refusing to pay. He is a useless waste. Now he has frightened the noble knight. He really deserves to die."

"You bastard, who is in the mood to listen to your nonsense? Why don't you pull him away? Do you want to die?" A guard shouted angrily when he saw someone dared to block His Majesty Falcon's way.

With a cry, the sharp guard's sword was like magic. It popped out of the murderous scabbard with a chilling cold wind. The guard's blade was almost directly pressed against the strong man's nose. The cold wind The piercing blade frightened the strong man's face and turned pale. Under the guard's murderous gaze, the well-known strong man felt the cold air coming up from behind him, and he almost sat down on the ground.

"Quickly, why don't we drag this damn guy away and throw him into the river to wake him up?" The strong man, with a pale face, shouted to several subordinates while making gestures with his sword,

Although he didn't know that the weapon in front of him was called the Samor sword, he heard that the defense captain of the local garrison once mentioned this strange curved sword when he was drinking and joking. It was a legendary sword that only the most elite troops had. Only high-status officers in the Falcon Army have swords. In the Falcon Empire, which is governed by the military, even if the opponent cuts him in the street with a knife, the local sheriff will definitely not dare to say a word. , if you die, your death will be in vain

Several strong men's subordinates quickly grabbed the drunkard who was curled on the ground and pulled him to the side of the road. The drunkard's body turned, and the messy hair on his head was lifted up, revealing a face covered with stubble, but still very young. A cross-shaped sword scar on his left cheek reflected in the fat man's eyes

"Wait a minute"

The fat man suddenly raised his hand and stared with piercing eyes at the drunkard curled up in the dirt. Under the attention of everyone, he personally got off the horse, squatted down, brushed away the messy hair that covered almost half of his face, and looked carefully. After taking a look, his pupils contracted tightly unconsciously.

"Crimson Erduo"

If he hadn't seen the crimson Erdo who had just been released from prison, Fatty would have almost not recognized him. The sloppy drunkard in front of him, who was almost dead as a dog, was the assassin who stabbed alone among the thousands of troops. The fierce general who killed him, Crimson Erduo, is now completely out of shape. He is skinny, his face is covered with filthy wine stains, his hair is as disheveled as a bird's nest, and his whole body is filled with an overpowering stench of wine.

"Give them 10 gold coins, and I will pay their debt." The fat man stood up, patted the stains on his hands, and waved to a guard behind him. He looked at the former Lude young general Crimson Erduo who had fallen like this. At this point, the fat man’s eyebrows twitched subconsciously. He didn’t let him die gloriously on the battlefield. Was he right or wrong? To be continued)