Realm of Power

"You said I saved you?" The fat man bulged his eyes with a look of disbelief. Lingding's drunkenness last night gave him a splitting headache. He is still confused. He only remembers drinking here last night and everything else. There was a blank. Even though Xsaste was bandaged like a mummy, the two-meter rhinoceros horn longbow behind him still made the fat man recognize him.

"Are you really sure that I saved you?" Fatty asked again uncertainly, feeling like he was going crazy. He gave up a contaminated girl, but inadvertently saved Xastai? This world is really crazy!

"That's right! It was you who saved Xusaste"

There were several shirtless long archers following Ksaste. One of them nodded to the fat man and said, although he didn't have the sharpness of Ksaste, it could be seen from his calm body posture that this was A master of arrows

"In order to express our gratitude to the Great Swamp, Elder Tofila will personally express his gratitude to you!"

"Ciwa Great Swamp!" The fat man whispered with a surprised look on his face.

The Ciwa Swamp is located in the Tebanda area in the southwest corner of the entire continent. It is a desolate and inhabited swamp area that stretches for thousands of miles. It is inaccessible to people and is home to wild beasts, wolves, and invisible human-eating monsters. Apart from the legendary southern barbarians, there is basically nothing there. People can survive from it Come out, in the legends of the entire continent, it is the edge of the world, an area cursed by God. Of course, for Fatty, a materialist, these words are all lies. Fatty prefers to believe that it is the great swamp and the rolling snow-capped mountains. Shut out the other world.

"Are you really from the Ciwa Great Swamp? What is on the other side of the swamp?" the fat man asked anxiously. These words made the leading barbarian archer stunned. He looked at the fat man with a strange expression, his mouth opened, but Without saying a word, he finally made up his mind and said, "There is nothing in the Ciwa Swamp. I don't know what you are talking about!"

"How is it possible!" The fat man looked unbelieving, and was ready to continue asking. If the trade route between the two continents could be opened up, it would be of extraordinary significance.

At this time, a simple carriage stopped outside the tavern, and an old man in a robe stepped out. Unlike these longbowmen with tattoos on their upper bodies, this old man's tattoos were engraved on his face, just like on his face. Drawing annual rings, it looks scary and depressing, and the figure Tall, with a thin face, and a pair of piercing eyes in the skull-like eye sockets that make people feel chilly. A string of white sawtooths of unknown animals hangs around his neck, and he holds a scepter inlaid with emeralds in his hand. Live like a witch doctor in World of Warcraft

"Distinguished guest, I heard that it was you who saved our hero Kesastai." Seeing the old man arriving, Kesastai and the barbarian long archers immediately bowed their heads respectfully and retreated to both sides. "You are the benefactor of our entire Ciwa tribe, Is there anything we can do to help?"

"I want to know what's on the other side of the Ciwa Swamp?" The fat man asked unceremoniously, blinking his eyes and looking at the old man with an innocent face. "Don't tell me that there's nothing. I know, there must be something there." There must be something, because the coastline does not pass through anywhere, there must be a piece of land somewhere."

"Why did you think of asking this?" The old man looked at the fat man in surprise. His originally colorful tattooed face was even more bruised and purple. The secret of the swamp has always been a secret of the Ciwa tribe and has not entered the Presbyterian Church. People who don’t know the truth will not know the truth, but in Zhivacheze, there is a fat man who concludes that there is a mainland at the other end of the swamp. How can this not frighten Tofila?

"Distinguished guest, I cannot answer this question!" The old man shook his head regretfully. "The Ciwa Swamp stretches for thousands of miles. Even our Ciwa tribe cannot pass through such a large and mysterious area. We have also sent warriors to explore new areas. area, but for more than two hundred years, no one has been able to Come back alive. In the depths of the endless swamp, even wolves will lose their way, goshawks will fall from the sky, and countless invisible quagmires will swallow the lives of those who travel through it. If you really want to know the secrets of the swamp, Secrets, you shouldn’t ask us, you have to ask the Kugits in the north!”

"Kujit?" The fat man looked at the old man in confusion, but from the old man's sincere face, he couldn't tell that he was telling lies. The old man nodded.

"It is said that the ancestors of the Kugits in the north came from the other side of the Great Swamp. In the long poems passed down orally by our tribe, there are indeed records of fighting against the Kugits. Demons on horseback were released from the swamp. The rain of arrows that covered the sky made the Ciwa people sad... It was just to deal with these horse-riding demons that the Ciwa tribe specially cultivated long archers."

"Hiss." The fat man took a breath of air. Obviously, the Sanwa tribe's long poem described the brutal war with the Kugit people. From the southwest swamps to the northern grasslands, the ancestors of the Kugit people fought the entire continent. Wear it right! That kind of toughness fascinated Fatty. Seeing Fatty's expression, Elder Tofila thought that Fatty didn't believe it, and then said

“This time we sent Kesastai to participate in the competitive competition in Zhivacheze because the environment in the swamp is becoming more and more dangerous. The black dust blowing in from nowhere caused the death of our livestock in large numbers.

Last winter, thousands of our Ciwa tribe froze to death and starved to death. If this continues, our entire tribe will soon perish.

If Kesastai can win the championship in the competition, the lord of Zhiva Cheze will reward him with a piece of territory, so that we, the Zhiva tribe, can have a place to live! So if you save Xastai, you are the great benefactor of our entire Ciwa tribe! "

"You want to move the whole family?" Fatty suddenly became interested. In the Fulundi area he just occupied, there are large areas of dense mountain forests and swamps. Because of the presence of wild beasts and the geographical conditions that are not suitable for farming, there are almost no farmers. Willing to stay on these lands, Fatty is preparing to mobilize the mountain hunters of Crolisat to open up wasteland on that land.

But Fatty has now changed his mind. Isn't the Ciwa tribe the best choice? In the dense mountain forests and swamps, the elusive long archers of the Ciwa tribe will become any enemy's nightmare.

"Go to Volundy County." The fat man took off his command knife with an earnest look. "Take this knife and go to Volundy County to find the local leader of the Crolisat Flag Group. He will take down the entire Volundy County." Leave the northern mountainous area to you! "

"Who are you?" Elder Tofila opened his eyes wide. No matter how he looked at the fat man with ordinary clothes and a naive face, he couldn't relate to those big shots. At least in Zhiva Cheze, a nobleman with status would not be there. Getting drunk alone in a roadside tavern.

"Haha." The fat man stood up embarrassedly and straightened his messy clothes. "I am Marquis Dustin of Samour, the commander of the Kingdom's Southern Army!"

"Hiss" there was a sound of gasping, and even the mature and prudent elder Tofila looked at the fat man in horror, "Are you Fatty Samoer?"

"Pfft!" A light cavalryman behind the fat man spat out the wine in his mouth. Although everyone knew the name of the legion commander, there were only a few who dared to say it in front of his face.

"Well, let's just leave it at that!" The fat man was speechless towards this upright elder Tofila, and nodded helplessly.

He didn't know that in the hearts of the barbarians in these remote areas, Fatty Samoer was a kind name, representing bravery, justice and fairness. This was all the credit of the merchants who traded with the barbarians. In their stories, the brave and fearless Fatty Samoer protects all the people in the entire south. It is he who saves the south from the massacre of the Kugits. It is he who allows merchants to do business safely. It is he who allows barbarians to no longer be discriminated against. It is he who allows farmers to have their own land. cultivable

The businessmen's words were always the most vivid. They exaggerated Fatty's deeds from the battle of Falcon Territory to the complete annihilation of Kugit's left guard cavalry several times or even dozens of times. Eight hundred people were hacked to death with one sword. Rebels, a spear penetrated the chests of thirty knights. In the hearts of these barbarians who had no information, the figure of Fatty Samoer was as high as the Mora Snow Mountain behind him, and as deep as the Grand Canyon of Hakusai.

Now that the legendary god-man was standing in front of him, Elder Tofila felt that he was about to collapse. This fat man with a demented face and an eager face looked like a grocery store owner selling goods. Could it be that he was Samoer? Fat man?

"Mother Earth, this world is so crazy!"

"It's them, they're the ones who injured Master Nisar!" A shrill shout broke the awkwardness between the two. A mercenary who was injured last night led a group of Zhiva Cheze soldiers. Pointing at the light cavalry behind the fat man, he shouted