Realm of Power

"Assassin!" The fat man felt his scalp numb, and a thick iron arrow penetrated the solid stone pillar in front of him. It was obvious that he had been sniped. He was really lucky to think about it. If he hadn't been fascinated by the beautiful scenery on the river, he might not have Just hit the flying arrowhead.

"Protect your lord!" The guards around him turned pale. They didn't expect to meet the assassin here, and they all roared and rushed towards him. On the carriage opposite, a tall archer, covered in black robes, was holding up his hand. A 2-meter metal composite bow and a fine iron long arrow shone coldly in the sun.

In the blink of an eye, the carriage rushed ten meters away. Between life and death, the fat man suddenly turned his horse and accelerated, bringing up a shadow that crossed the carriage. A cold light passed over the fat man's shoulder and "collapsed" the tree trunk nailed to the roadside. Above, sharp arrows pierced the tree trunk,

"Hiss!" A shrill scream from the horses suddenly erupted from the front of the carriage. I don't know when, but the fat man already had a gleaming Samoan sword in his hand, with blood on the bright surface.

The carriage passing by suddenly swayed out of control. One of the two horses driving the horse had a trace of blood on its neck, and the blood shot out like a squeezed water line. The entire high-speed carriage was like a The broken stones tumbled into the bushes on the roadside.

The guards immediately surrounded him. The black-robed archer nimbly rolled out of the carriage and shot an arrow into the chest of one of the guards while squatting. This time, it had been changed to an ordinary arrowhead, which penetrated easily. He shot the guard's mail, but his accuracy was a bit off, and he only shot the guard's shoulder.

The black-robed assassin's right arm was covered in blood, with a section of white bones exposed. He was clearly injured, but he still ran while shooting. After shooting over two guards, he was blocked by the guards on a small slope and stopped.

"Catch them alive!" Fatty ordered. Fatty wanted to know who wanted to kill him. Although he had offended many people, there might not be many people who sent such powerful assassins.

The two guards rushed forward with swords. The assassin was also brave. He actually threw away the long bow and pulled out a strange long knife from his waist. It had a sharp front and a wide back, with a strange arc. During the slash, it could bring out He cut through the air with a sharp sound, and his technique was superb. If it weren't for the injury to his right hand, it would have been difficult for the guards to trap him firmly.

"Who are you?" The fat man stood outside the circle and asked sternly, "Who sent you to assassinate me!"

Hearing the fat man's voice, the assassin seemed to be stimulated, and his body turned faster. The black hood fell from the assassin's head, revealing long golden hair, and a mask full of silver patterns, extending from behind the assassin's ears to half face, the other half of the face is obviously a pretty female face

"Is it a woman?" The fat man frowned slightly, and then realized that although the assassin was wearing a black robe, he could not hide his graceful and slender figure. His arms were white and round, and they were obviously the hands of a woman, and she was still a young woman.

When the female assassin heard the fat man's voice, she struggled even more fiercely. Unfortunately, she couldn't break out of the encirclement by blocking left and right. The surrounding guards were not impatient and just slowly wore down the female assassin's strength. When the strength was exhausted, He could be captured in one fell swoop. During this period, the fat man kept asking questions, but the assassin was not moved at all. He only showed a crazy look when he saw the fat man's silly face.

"Bang!" After fighting for nearly an hour, a guard used the cover of the bushes behind him to quickly hit the back of the female assassin's head with a knife handle. The female assassin's eyes turned white and she fainted.

"Tie them up first!" The fat man waved to the guards with a serious face. "When we get to Zhiva Cheze, we will ask for details!" The guards took off the rope from the horse and tied the female assassin up onto the horse.

Suddenly, a piece of white cloth fell from the female assassin's chest, and a person's head was clearly drawn on it. He had a fat head and big ears, with a stupid face, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes. Who else could he be if he wasn't a fat man?

"This guy has a lot of money!" The fat man picked it up curiously and looked at it carefully with surprised eyes. Yes, it is indeed a piece of high-end cotton gauze. This high-end fabric made of cotton gauze is the only one he has in his hand. A small piece costs at least one tael of gold in Wikiia. To be able to use such a high-end cloth for portraits, this mysterious female assassin's family fortune is quite impressive.

With this attack, the fat man no longer dared to delay on the road, and rushed to Zhiva Cheze all the way. This time, the fat man didn't even return to Zhivading, so he rushed to Zhiva Cheze without stopping. It was because of the occupation of Japan. Statunko from Vache reported important news to Fatty. The "treasury of information" that Fatty had been looking for was found underground in the Dardanelle family!

That was something that the fat man dreamed of. According to Statunko's report, the database occupied almost a quarter of the underground area of ​​the "Fog Palace", the Dardanelle family residence. The wooden racks containing the data were like a dense forest. There is no end in sight.

There is a mountain of information inside, and the information about the Samoa region alone is hundreds of pages long. It contains information about the minerals, villages, rivers, castles, and lords of various places in the Samoa region. It is a complete encyclopedia of a kingdom.

This complete and complete database will give Fatty a new understanding of the entire southern planning. Business can certainly change customs, but developing minerals, reorganizing the military industry, and establishing its own economic foundation are the foundation of a country.

This war has exposed an imminent problem for the Satsumars. The Satsumars' strong bow and powerful attack methods are becoming familiar to the Satsumars' enemies, and there is also a way to crack them. This pair of Satsumars troops who rely on crossbows to fight It is tantamount to a sign of defeat,

How long can the myth of Samoer's undefeated power last? Fatty is also thinking about this problem,

Late at night, the cold autumn moon hangs in the sky. The Rivacheze area has a humid climate in the south. The monsoon wind blowing from the ocean is blocked by the snowy mountains in the east of the kingdom, forming a unique air circulation. The cold air and heat flow converge in the Rivacheze area. In the sky above, the sun was shining brightly just now, and it might be pouring rain later, and the weather at night was freezing cold.

Fatty's luck has always been bad. A heavy rain in the middle of the night turned Fatty into a drowned rat. The female assassin had woken up and didn't speak. She just stared at Fatty with her bright eyes. This made Fatty feel I felt very uncomfortable and muttered to myself, "What are you looking at? I don't owe you any money!"

The lights of Riva Chetse City were already dimly visible. On the top of the city, groups of patrols were patrolling. When they saw a group of cavalry running in the darkness, they quickly shouted, "This is Riva Chetse, Samoa. We are rushing in late at night." Incoming guests, please report their names immediately!

"It's me! Falcon Marquis Dustan." The fat man rode a horse to the suspension bridge under the city. The braziers supported by wooden frames on both sides illuminated the fat man's face. "It's the Governor who is here. Quick, release the suspension bridge!" On the top of the city There was a burst of busy footsteps, and the suspension bridge in Riva Cheze was slowly lowered

As soon as the fat man mentioned his war horse, he jumped onto the suspension bridge and entered the city of Riva Cheze. In the dark night, on the deserted streets, there was only the sound of the horse hooves of the fat man and the guards. The hotels on the roadside were playing melodious serenade, and the sun was sleeping soundly late at night. Wacheze didn't know that a big change was about to sweep across the south from here.