Realm of Power

When he took the Zhejiang Guards Cavalry and Lisaste to the southern border of France at noon, it was almost midnight. The cold night wind blew on the face, and the mountains in the distance were like wild beasts that chose people to eat in the night. The Tire family set up a small fortress here, but when the famine broke out, they withdrew the garrison to Fort Tire. Now there is only an empty stone castle left, and the cold water vapor is hidden in the mountains like white mist.

"This is it! Let's settle here first!" The fat man pointed at the dilapidated stone castle with his riding crop. The dark city road was covered with green moss, and there were quite a few cracks on the city wall. The fat man used his riding whip to open it. When I walked into the intersection that had been blocked by vines, the pungent water moisture rushed towards my face, and the torches exploded in the whistling wind.

This two-story stone castle is not large. At most, they could only garrison people in a hurry. The fat man asked the guards to find dry firewood from nearby, raised several piles of red and warm fires, and sent a small team of guards cavalry to cross the border and enter Wucheze. The cold winter night made the soldiers Everyone sat together. Lisaste got a few pheasants from somewhere, plucked them from the nearby mountain spring, washed them, and roasted them on the fire. The fragrant white smoke came from the turkeys. It appeared on the body, making the fat man blink and open his mouth.

"Where did you get this?" The fat man tore off the greasy chicken legs from a pheasant. Bai Zhe's greasy pheasant meat had a refreshing taste, and the scalding temperature made him unable to speak clearly, " It's in the nearby bushes! This kind of pheasant likes to forage in the snow at night!" Lisaste also lifted a piece of chicken leg, and the warm air rose from his chest to warm his already frozen hands and feet.

"Sir, look!" A guard on guard on the second floor pointed at a group of fire dragons snaking toward the foot of the mountain in the distance and shouted, "That's our transportation team. We are the only ones with that kind of unique flatbed transportation carriage." Only Samour has it, I won’t admit it!”

Sure enough, after a while, the Guards team who went to lead the way brought back a young man with fiery red hair tied into a ponytail and a slightly dark complexion. Wearing an exquisite suit of mail, he looked handsome and handsome, and his movements had the energy of a young man. The coat of arms of the Dylans family was engraved on his chest.

"People from Dylans?" The fat man didn't expect that the person responsible for escorting the transportation this time would be someone from the Dylans family, so he couldn't help but frown slightly.

Although the Dylans family is related to him by marriage. But after all, it has not been officially announced, and after all, Lawrence still retains his own lord. Fatty does not want to have too close contact with members of the Dylans family, especially regarding the internal affairs of the Samor Army, which are confidential. As long as something is spread out and a few words are spread, the layout that you have spent so much effort on may be ruined at any time.

The background of the Dylans family is very complicated, and there is a certain kinship relationship with the Tire family. Dylans Kelly's aunt is the mother of the Tire family patriarch. With this subtle and complicated relationship, this time the Tire family It is really inappropriate for the Dillons family to participate in the Er family's military operations.

The young man followed the guard into the stone castle. The humid and unpleasant vapor in the air mixed with the smell of roast chicken made him slightly stunned. He saw the fat man's eyes suddenly light up. With an excited look on his face, he quickly bent over and saluted, "Hello, respected Governor Samour, I am Dylan Skuse of the Mullens family! This time, my mother asked me to personally escort the supplies to the recipient. I didn't expect it. I am interested in meeting you here."

"Oh? So you are Dylan Skusei, the son of Lawrence's Storm!" The fat man heard the young man mentioning Lawrence Kelly, and then he remembered that this young man seemed to be a survivor of that great sea battle. The owner of the special ring that finally prompted Lawrence Kelly to choose to surrender.

"Don't dare! Don't dare!" The young man looked hesitant. He panicked and argued, "That's just a joke of some boring nobles. Everyone knows that the Eagle of Vecia is the real hero! In front of the military might of your lord, not to mention the son of the storm, even the storm must retreat."

"Haha, we don't need to flatter each other anymore." The fat man came over warmly. This is his future brother-in-law. Now it seems that Lawrence Keffie asked him to come at this time, and the deep meaning in it made the fat man admire him.

This brother-in-law is a hostage, the fat man secretly murmured in his heart. Dylan Kelly clearly knew what the fat man was doing. In order to clear his relationship with the Tire family, he simply sent his most beloved son over. This decision and Akechi really puts Fatty to shame. This woman's sixth sense is really sharp. Is this a inheritance from the Hai family? In the boundless sea, where you may encounter storms and dangers at any time, a keen sixth sense is indeed extremely important. Now, Lawrence Kelly has used this to avoid two crises in the Dylans family.

"I need your help recently! After escorting the supplies this time, just follow me!" The fat man patted Dylan Skuse on the shoulder very frankly. Since Dylan Skelley had stated his position so clearly, he also Don't be too angry. After all, he is his brother-in-law, and he will be carried around as a personal bodyguard first.

The heir to Terrestrial Force must be a woman. This is the rule of the Byrons family, and it is now confirmed that she is one of the fat man's future wives. Dylan Skis, then the mother-in-law sent her brother-in-law here because she obviously wanted to seek development here.

"Yes, sir! I will definitely live up to your expectations!" Bianlen Kusai's body trembled with excitement. Being able to serve as an errand under the overlord of Wikiya, the glory and future are absolutely bright. As long as his performance is not bad, there is still hope for him to become the leader of the flag regiment. As for getting the title of marquis in the future, it will definitely be no problem. This is much better than staying in Moronse and living his life.

"Oh, by the way," Dylan Skuse suddenly shouted, "When I arrived, Commander Statunko asked me to tell you that the Southern Army will enter the Teton Talis area within two days. He also specifically asked you to check it. Boxes No. 50 to 60 shipped this time!”

"Boxes No. 50 to 60?" The fat man looked confused, since Statunko specifically asked. There must be something important. The fat man immediately ordered the guards to move in ten wooden boxes numbered from 50 to 60. One of the guards struggled to open one of the wooden boxes with a shovel and removed the two broken wooden bars. Open it, revealing a thick pile of stuff inside

"Lock" the fat man walked over and fiddled with it a few times with the saber in his hand. He found that the stack of things was just a covering and the real things were inside. The fat man knocked with the saber and heard a crisp metallic sound inside.

"What?" The fat man doubtfully took the torch from the guard's hand. In the flickering light of the fire, the opened wooden box was filled with withered yellow straw. From the gap, one could vaguely see two arms exposed. Thick round tube. A dark metallic luster shines in the light of the torch

"Holy shit!" Fatty's eyes straightened up. This thing was so familiar to Fatty that he couldn't be more familiar with it. "Thor God"

Exploded, exploded, and wrote a thousand words in one night!