Realm of Power

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"Damn it! Just a little bit, just a little bit I can cross that ridge!" The smuggler Nalendo came out of Samor Military Camp with a depressed face and a heavy heart, constantly blaming himself.

"Huhu" Narendo felt a whistling wind flying past his ears. A Samorian messenger rode past him on a war horse. The flying horse hooves splashed the soft soil on the ground, and the huge horse body quickly Become a black spot on the road in the distance

"What's going on! Damn it! It's that kid Frederic!" Narendo looked at the Samorian messenger who disappeared in the distance. In his image, although the Samorian army seemed to be more strict when arresting smugglers, ,

On weekdays, he gets along very well with the nearby farmers, various smugglers, and the chamber of commerce gathered here, especially the messenger Frederick. This lively young man is a good person. Sometimes he greets smugglers who have been captured. This is the first time I have seen such abnormal behavior.

"What a hell of a season!" Narendo looked up at the darkening sky. There was a dullness in the air. Groups of black clouds blocked the sun. The entire air was filled with water vapor. It seemed that it would be here soon. It will rain,

Narendo quickly speeded up, hoping to reach the town of Kela before the heavy rain fell, where there was a batch of goods that had not yet been seized. Thinking that the heavy rain might wet his seized goods, Narendo felt anxious and wanted to cry. Those are all good military rations. If it gets wet, it'll be all gone.

"No, I have to rush back right away!" Narendo started running in small steps, his slightly fat body trembling, like a fat rabbit that kept jumping.

Tread! Narendo heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance and found that the Samorian messenger was turning back again covered in dust. As if he saw a savior, Narendo quickly waved his hand, "Frederick! Stop! Stop for a moment."

"Boss Narendo! Why are you still here!" The messenger saw Narendo waving his arms, and quickly reined in the galloping horse and stopped in front of him. The horse's hoofs hit the stone pavement, making a crisp sound. ,

"Can you take me to Kara Town? I have something urgent!" Narendo shouted anxiously. Now he wanted to redeem the goods immediately. Although one hundred thousand gold coins is not a small amount, the food is worth at least ten thousand. It will cost several times to transport it to Kyoto. If you are trapped in the camp, you will suffer a big loss this time.

"Kra Town? Why are you going there?" The messenger Frederick looked hesitant. An expression that hesitates to speak

"I'll give you money! As long as you take me to Kra Town, I'm willing to pay ten gold coins!" Narendo looked at the messenger pitifully and said, "I know you are a good person, help me, I will be grateful to you. !”

"You don't have to go to Kela Town!" The messenger Feitelie hesitated for a long time, and then responded with a solemn face, "The place has been requisitioned, and now everyone except the army has moved to Londo Town!"

"No way! How could this happen!" Narendo's face turned pale, and he was secretly glad that he did not return to the town. He thought that the goods he still left in the town were all shady military supplies. If they were appropriated by the Samor army, If you find out, your brain might be ruined.

"Because of the war! The war between us and Kyoto has broken out!" The messenger Feitelie said with excitement, "The legion has just issued a mobilization order! Those hateful Kyoto guys are going to be in bad luck this time!"

"War with Kyoto?" Narendo was stunned when he was told that, and soon a look of ecstasy appeared on his face. The Kyoto embargo almost bankrupted him, a big businessman on the Kyoto trade line. The news of the outbreak of the war had a huge impact on him. It is no different from the beautiful divine voice from heaven

"Long live! War!" Narendo shouted happily. The unhappiness just now was forgotten. In Samor, war means new trade routes and new wealth.

"Boss Nalendo, if I were you. Rush to Laiwu Ford Town, which is ten miles to the north." The messenger, Frederick, pointed the riding crop in his hand to the north and said in a slow voice.

"The legion is gathering caravans who are willing to follow the expedition there. That is the best opportunity to make a fortune! Think about it, the prosperous Kyoto will open its beautiful coat in front of you. The legion's announcement has been sent out. All caravans following the army , will be eligible to obtain the highest priority in Kyoto business operation rights!”

"Thank you, Frederick!" Narondo couldn't wait any longer. He waved to the stunned messengers, and his fat and trembling body jumped again. Just like Narondo, countless businessmen responded to the announcement just issued. As they gathered in front of the public, the content above made everyone's blood boil with excitement, "Long live! War! War!" The businessmen waved their fists excitedly in front of the announcement,

The smugglers gathered in the western hills cheered, and carriages loaded with goods rushed out of the town, carrying roaring smoke and desire for wealth towards the town of Laiwu Ford in the north, where they had their hope.

Groups of Satsuma soldiers set off from the camp and gathered in the direction of Kyoto. Their horses roared and spears were like a forest. The flat plain was covered with soldiers. The banks of the Satsuma Ri River were filled with tents. There were soldiers, businessmen, and even some people inside. There are also the Hulin people in the south. No one believes that Kyoto can withstand the attack of the Samor army. Now Kyoto is like a cake destined to be divided. Let’s see who strikes first!

The war mobilization order announced by Samor made this sudden war like a deformed monster, urging everyone's hearts, property, glory, land, and all kinds of desires to converge into a huge, unstoppable force. of torrent.

Vikia Jiang Palace,

Torches crackled in the night wind, flying sparks exploded, turned into bright spots, and finally merged into the surrounding darkness. King Guitar III stood up with a solemn face, looked at the ministers below who were silent, and exhaled indignantly.

"Tell me, is there any news from the north?" King Guitar III asked in a deep voice. The firelight shone on his face, half dark and half pale, which looked weird and scary in the firelight. The silence below was terrible. All the ministers lowered their heads. No one answered, and no one dared to look up at the king's face, because everyone knew that it must be an angry and twisted face.

"Tilnarant! You tell me! It was you who proposed the Hurricane Plan!" Guitar III's cold eyes swept over and finally fixed on one person.

The ministers' eyes turned to the back at the same time, fixed on the figure at the end of the ministers' queue. Tilnarant's pale face was particularly eye-catching in the dark.

Tilnarant stood out from the queue, with no fluctuation on his steady face. He took out a secret letter from his arms, strode to Guitar III, and gently placed it in front of Guitar III in front of all the ministers. He whispered respectfully, "Your Majesty, don't be anxious. The north has already taken action ten days ago! Now, the army of the Stian family should have crossed the Etucles Mountains! The northern garrison of Samor would never have thought that there would be the army of the Stian family behind them!"