Realm of Power

The strong wind swept the flames and spread quickly. A large number of trees originally used to make siege rafts now became accomplices of the fire. The entire camp fell into uncontrollable chaos.

Many people were only wearing thin cloth, and they rushed out of the burned tents like panicked rats. In the sky above the camp, arrowheads were like locusts flying all over the sky. Rapid arrows with whistling sounds penetrated the sun. On the chests of the Wacheze soldiers, they were greeted by sharp shots from the Zhiva longbows. Those who were running around were nailed to the ground by the Zhiva longbowmen before they could run into the nearby mountains and forests. Tonight was destined to belong to the Zhivacheze people. A sad night.

When Fatty led the main force to Turundik, thick black smoke was still hovering in the Zhiva Cheze camp. The commander of the Zhwa Longbow Brigade, Kesastai, was directing the longbowmen to clean up the battlefield, and found that there was still a Riwa who was still breathing. The long archers of Wache Ze people would be kind enough to place an arrow on their head until the opponent's body twitches and dies.

Facing this cruel act of termination, Fatty looked on coldly. This was a grudge between the Ciwa tribe and the Riva Cheze people. There was no need for him to intervene. Besides, there is no mercy in war. Either you die or I die. If it is a wounded soldier of the Ciwa tribe, If it falls into the hands of the Riva Cheze people, the result will not be much better.

The fat man looked coldly at the camp that was still smoking. Countless tents were burned and only the blackened frames were left. They collapsed like matted wormwood. The ground was full of corpses with arrowheads stuck in them. They lay scattered on the ground. There are two to three thousand tools in total.

Last night's night attack was very successful. The Sanwa archers who served as the vanguard used their excellent mountain combat experience to stab a sword in the back of the Riva Cheze people. Although the arrow did not penetrate the heart, it was enough to kill the Riva Cheze people. Then he was in so much pain that he fled to the south in a hurry overnight.

The commander of the Longbow Brigade, Kesaste, walked out of the camp with corpses strewn all over his body, smelling of blood, and respectfully gave a military salute to the fat man. This was the first time that Kesaste gave a military salute to the fat man. This meant that He has already agreed with Fatty's command,

"Captain..." At this time, an archer from the Sanwa tribe ran over anxiously and whispered a few words in Xastai's ear. Although the fat man didn't hear what it was, he had mutated from Xastai. You could tell from his face that something must be bad.

"What's wrong?" asked the fat man. Xusastai hesitated for a moment and said solemnly, "Our pursuing squadron discovered the Hulin pirates' camp in the Ditatus camp! There are six thousand people. This pair It might be a very troublesome thing for us."

"Hulin Pirates?" The fat man looked stunned. This was the first time the fat man had heard of this name. Crolisate's expression next to the fat man became very strange. When he heard Xestai said that he had also seen the southern coastal area, When he saw the flags of more than ten lords, a look of relief appeared on his face. Seeing the fat man's confused look, he explained to the fat man

"Adults may not know how terrifying the Hulin pirates are! They are a tribal group living by the sea. It is said that their ancestors came from other continents by boat. They have followed a weird technique since ancient times. Their bodies can be as soft as snakes. Curved, good at using curved long swords and small round shields Their sword skills are weird and sharp, their bodies are agile, and they can walk as fast as flying on a storm-swaying ship. They are all born warriors regardless of men, women, or children. Although their number is only 10,000 or 20,000, they are recognized as the number one fighting tribe among the southern barbarians. When we mountain hunters encounter them, we dare not provoke them easily."

"But..." Crolissart paused for a moment, looked at the fat man with an ambiguous smile and said, "The Hulinhai tribe is also recognized as the most beautiful group in the south, with a beautiful body that can bend like a snake. That . .

"Damn, isn't she just a software beauty! I've never seen a bully before!" The fat man rolled his eyes angrily. For a fat man who has traveled around Europe and the United States, such software beauty is not unusual, but after all, it is an image, this But as a real person, Fatty still felt an unbearable itch in his heart, and he couldn't help but asked curiously, "Have you mountain hunters never come into contact with the Hulin pirates?"

"Actually, the Hulin pirates have had some interactions with us mountain hunters. This time, they were probably instigated by the southern coastal lords, and the whole clan came to work as mercenaries."

Crolissart glanced at the fat man hesitantly. Seeing that the fat man showed no resistance, he continued, "If we can offer a higher price than the lords, I believe the Hulin pirates will join us, but..."

Croissant didn't say any more, but looked at the fat man with a strange expression. The fat man was so frightened that he couldn't help but said angrily, "If you have anything to say, just tell me! Don't be hesitant!"

"The rules of the Hulin Pirates are very strange. If you want to talk to them, you may need to go there in person!" Crolisat said with a helpless face. "This time the Hulin Pirates are out in force, their leader Hu Lunya must also be there." Here, I still have some friendship with her. If you are willing to come forward, I can guarantee your safety! "

"Hu Lunya?" The fat man frowned slightly. This name was obviously a woman's name. He couldn't help but asked in surprise, "Is the leader of the Hulin pirates a woman?"

"Yes, sir, the leader of the contemporary Hulin pirates is a woman," Crolisat said with a respectful look on her face. "To be precise, Hurunya is my cousin, and my mother is her aunt. Although the Hulin pirates are fierce, I take family affection very seriously. With this kind of relationship, I believe your safety will be guaranteed!”

"The Hulin pirates really take blood very seriously! In order to find a way to return to their homeland, they would rather stay on an isolated island at sea than come ashore." Xastaite nodded in agreement.

"Damn it, you ****." The fat man was shocked by Crolisate's words. After doing this for a long time, you are the biggest "undercover".

"Okay, you go make arrangements! If it's just a matter of money, it's not a problem."

The wealthy fat man waved his hands helplessly, completely unaware of Crolisate and Ksaste, who looked at each other understandingly in the air.

"Trash!" Dardanirh looked at Tirango, who was covered in mud and with disheveled hair, and his body was shaking with anger. Tirango, who fled back in embarrassment last night, only brought back more than 2,000 people, and almost didn't bring Dardanir. Erhe was so angry that he vomited blood and put his thick fingers on Tirango's nose to curse.

"Ten thousand elites cannot conquer a fortress defended by a thousand people. How can a commander like you convince the soldiers! It's a waste of all the effort I have put into training you. What's the use of keeping a waste like you!"

"Come here, drag this trash down and chop it down!" Dardanirh shouted angrily to the guard at the door. Tirango knelt on the ground with a pale face, waving his hands and shouting

"Sir, you can't blame me for this. Our army had already breached the outer wall of the fortress and was about to occupy the fortress. At this critical moment, General Olemite suddenly proposed a rest for the entire army. As a result, they were attacked by the Samors at night. The raid was really not my fault!”

"Olemite!" Dardanirh's face turned ugly, and he said in a sharp tone, "You said it was Olemite who ordered the attack to stop?"

"It's absolutely true. If you don't believe me, you can ask the other generals in the tent at that time!" Looking at Dardaniel's uncertain face, Tirango felt that he had grasped a glimmer of hope.

"General Olemite has a high reputation in the army, and he is the deputy commander of the forward army. How dare a newcomer like me go against his wishes! Although I insisted, the generals and soldiers did not listen at all. Oh my! I have to doubt General Olemt."

At the moment of death, Tirango completely ignored the situation of the army's fatigue and difficulty in fighting at that time, and blindly shifted the responsibility to the veteran Olemt in the army. This defeat must find a scapegoat. It is better to kill others than to die yourself, not to mention Olemte, the stumbling block in front of him,

Under Tirango's capricious and distorted description, Dardanirh's face became increasingly ugly, "Olemte!" Dardanilh almost squeezed out the name through his teeth,