Realm of Power

Solomon Dagon walked towards a remote tent. It was different from the bustle of other tents. There were two guards standing outside this tent.

"Who is it?" the guard looked at the oncoming figure and asked cautiously.

"I, Solomon Dagon." Solomon Dagon raised his head and let the guards see his face clearly through the light of the camp.

When the "leader" saw that it was his leader, the guard's expression changed, and he quickly put his right hand on his chest and saluted.

"Thank you for your hard work." Solomon Dagon saluted the guard before opening the door. A grassland doctor in a robe was carefully cleaning the wounds on Zhamuhe, his most trusted subordinate. It could be seen that Zhamuhe had been brutally interrogated, with several eye-catching red whip marks stretching from his shoulders to his abdomen.

"Sir, why are you here?" Seeing Solomon Dagon walk in, Zhamuhe looked excited and struggled to stand up, revealing more whip marks on his body, which was shocking.

"My best brother is back, how could I not come?" Solomon Dagon smiled happily and waved to him, indicating that he did not need to stand up. "Have a good rest. Everything is over. Here is you." My family, if it weren’t for you this time, Bosley of the Western Army would not have been fooled, and he would not have been forced into house arrest by the empire. You are the hero who saved the grassland,

"It's a pity that because of your sensitive status, I can only meet you in this not-so-bright way." Solomon Dagon stopped speaking and said with passionate eyes.

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Zhamuhe's eyes filled with excitement, and he was comforted by Solomon Dagon. The body trembled slightly and he nodded and said, "This life of this subordinate belongs to you. If it weren't for you, you would have rescued me from slavery. I still don't know where I will be whipped. It was your master who gave me this life." I am a humble slave with a family and pasture. I am lucky to be able to follow you. Apart from breaking my body to pieces to repay you, I really can’t think of anything else I can ask for.”

"Tell me, what reward do you want?" Solomon Dagon's face was sincere, making people cry. "War horses, pastures. Women, treasures, as long as you can ask for it, I will try my best to satisfy you." This is his charm. , whether they are high-ranking nobles or humble slaves, they can all feel the sincere enthusiasm of this leader of the Western Army.

"When we become stronger, I will definitely give you a grand celebration feast. Let all the grassland people know who is the real hero." Solomon Dagon was in high spirits and patted Zhamuhe's shoulder with his hand confidently. , just when he was about to say something,

The door of the tent was opened, and the guard captain Ha Hu got in nervously. He said in a deep voice, "Chief, King Khan's messenger is here."

"Why did King Khan's messenger come?" Solomon Dagon's heart was filled with joy as cold water poured over his head. His eyebrows quickly knitted into the character "Chuan" between his eyebrows. For some unknown reason, he felt an ominous premonition. Facing the Vekia Falcon, which is known as an unparalleled strategist, every step needs to be done with caution. He was walking on thin ice, not to mention that he had planned against Bosley this time and secretly planned to divert the attention of the Vikia Falcon. From every aspect, it was a dangerous act.

Solomon Dagon was silent, and there was a cold smell all over his body.

"Chief, go and have a look. I'm afraid that the leaders in front are drunk and may cause chaos," the guard captain Hahubi said worriedly from the side.

"Zhamuhe, are you sure no one is following you?" Solomon Dagon turned his head and looked at Zhamuhe, who had also not recovered, with terrifyingly bright eyes.

"Absolutely not. I wandered around the grassland for four days, walking in the opposite direction to the base camp. I also deliberately passed the same fork three times. I didn't dare to turn back to the base camp until I was sure there were no new horse hoof prints." He raised his fingers anxiously and swore that he was loyal and had never betrayed Solomon Dagon. His whole face turned purple with suppressed emotions.

"Hahubi, go ahead and see what order King Khan's envoy is conveying."

Solomon Dagon ordered the guard captain behind him. Soon, the guard captain Hahubi came back with a serious look on his face, "King Khan transferred us to Obarro."

"What?" It was Zhamuhe who exclaimed, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Humph, what else do you have to say now?" Solomon Dagon's eyes were cold. With a heavy groan, he no longer paid attention to Zhamuhe who was still standing there, and directly opened the curtain and walked out. Behind him was Zhamuhe's sad and heartbreaking cry, "Sir, I really didn't betray you."

"Chief, what should we do now?" Hahubi, the guard captain, followed behind and asked cautiously. The situation in front of him made a reckless man like him feel the smell of war blowing in the wind.

We thought we had deceived the Vekia Falcon, but in the end we found out that we were just deceiving ourselves. It's ridiculous, isn't it? "Solomon Dagon looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and felt very frustrated" and ordered the immediate withdrawal of all troops outside.

In the distance, the imperial cavalry rushed down like a torrent. The war horses were like thunder, rolling up smoke and dust all over the sky. The swift and violent black iron stream "pop" slammed directly into the front of the Eastern Army camp, like a roaring black stream. The frenzy spread over the perimeter of the Eastern Army camp

"Rumble" The dull sound of horse hoofs was like bursts of thunder rolling in the sky. The drunken soldiers of the Western Army were unaware of this. Most of them were so drunk that their weak bodies could not even stand up. ,

Danger loomed over the grassland without any warning. By the time they noticed it, the Empire Central Cavalry Group had already rushed within fifty meters of them with bloody swords.

"Enemy attack!" A drunken Eastern Army sentry struggled to stand up from the ground, shouting as he ran. Before he could even finish his shrill cry,

"Puff!"

Countless sharp arrows came at him like a rainstorm, suddenly bursting out from his chest, one, two... . . . . . , blood splattered,

His body had not run ten steps, and more than a dozen arrows had already pierced it. Bloody metal arrowheads emerged from his back, and the cold metallic luster mixed with his hot blood. The body was finally submerged by the galloping warhorse.

"Kill" The surging imperial iron hoofs, with the momentum of overwhelming everything, rushed over like mercury leaking out of the ground. The sound of 30,000 imperial central cavalrymen drawing out their sharp swords at the same time flashed a whole dazzling brilliance in the dark night, like a huge silver luster, full of cruel magnificence. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian. Mobile users please go to read