Realm of Power

The soil was as black as ink, the night was low, and dark clouds piled up in layers in the night sky, pressing directly over a castle. Block out the starlight so that you can't see it at all

Only the whistling sound of the cold wind was heard, and bonfires were lit outside the castle, with sparks exploding from time to time. Piles of soldiers were sitting around the campfire, chatting and laughing, warming themselves up by drinking some wine. Under the castle, the bonfires lit by dead branches and remnants of siege equipment scattered all over the vast plain were like a long river of stars. Between the bonfires, in the huge animal pen, a huge system of giant beasts was lying on the ground. Occasionally, screams would suddenly be heard in the darkness of the night. On the wooden piles in the camp were corpses whose bodies were frozen solid with blood and mud. A group of cavalrymen returning to the camp tied up their horses and dragged back several corpses, and threw them into the camp where slaves gathered. Within the wooden fence, thousands of slaves could be seen hanging their heads deeply. Waiting for this long cold night to pass soon. One more moment to live is just one more moment. No one knows how long this life can be kept, and they are even too numb to care.

This dark night is too long and hard. Efforts to survive being driven. I don’t know how many people were buried in this wilderness in just one or two days! It is a pleasure to drive away the slaughter, and from time to time, rude laughter can be heard, straight into the wilderness!

A huge tent has a black flag flying high on top, decorated with animal tails. Just looking at it makes people wary. Under the light of the flickering torches all around, it looks like a terrifying giant beast hiding in the darkness, ready to choose people to devour. But inside the tent, there was warmth and light. A middle-aged man wearing a silver mask is sitting on a chair covered with the black fur of a huge unknown monster.

On both sides of the tent, nine knights in red armor stood in two rows. On the left side of the tent, a mysterious man covered in a black cloak sat at the table below, with a magic wand beside him. The identity of the mysterious cloaked man is revealed - the magician. An invisible and strange energy position appears and disappears around the mysterious man, making this mysterious cloaked man blurry and abnormal in the eyes of everyone, making it impossible to capture his true appearance.

Although the firelight in the big tent was warm, the body under the black cloak exuded a bit of bone-chilling chill all the time.

"Contact is lost... It's not death or escape. What does that mean? A pet signed with a blood oath is missing? Although it is just a low-level mine-guarding dragon? But it is also the property of my Ram family. , and now it was lost without a trace? And a golden collar was lost with it? You know if this news reaches other people's ears, my Ramsisa family will make people laugh to death!" Middle-aged man! He groaned with a gloomy face? He looked leisurely, holding his chin under the silver mask with one hand and holding an almost transparent white jade cup with the other hand, gently shaking the red wine in the cup.

"It seems...the other party has completely ignored the rules."

As the middle-aged man’s words fell,

Crack, crackle, crackle—! There was a slight sound of charcoal burning and crackling from the brazier, making the atmosphere in the entire tent seem extremely peaceful and strange. This is a common method used by the kingdom's nobles? To conquer an area? Just move a mineral vein there, so that you can save money. The trouble of transporting supplies over long distances, and a mine is enough to attract all the surrounding small forces to join them.

"grown ups!"

All the red-armored knights knelt on the ground

This time, an area was swept on the flank. The middle-aged man was planning to establish a new territory here? He spent a lot of effort to mobilize a golden collar. Who knew that his hands were not warm yet? He was suddenly cut off from contact. , for a middle-aged family? A mere golden collar is not enough to make him angry. What he cares about is that this time the army is going to war against the fallen empire? Several major families in the kingdom have devoted themselves to this war? A huge long line of more than 100,000 troops spread out along the Black Sea Channel. The destination was the Kalus Peninsula controlled by the End of the World Empire. Battle reports came in for several days in a row. The front line was overwhelming, and the defense line of the defense of the End of the World army was destroyed within a day. Shredded, the kingdom’s army advanced three hundred miles in one go.

At this moment, the major armies have gathered in front of the Kalus Peninsula, waiting for the counterattack of the Ender. The battles have been fruitful, but it is a pity that this kind of glory has nothing to do with the Ramseya family.

The Ramsisar family is not a powerful offensive lord, but an interior officer family mainly responsible for the kingdom's production. Therefore, this time the middle-aged man is only responsible for cleaning up the edges of the flanking battlefield, which is still some distance away from the real center of the battlefield. , but lost a guard mine The news about the dragon will still bring disrepute to the reputation of the Ramsey family. This golden territory was moved from the family territory by Ramsey as he lost his connections with the Royal Capital Alchemy Association. It was originally intended as a new territory. Unexpectedly, it was used for development, and now it has been taken away

The silver-faced middle-aged man looked at the jade cup in his hand attentively from beginning to end, as if there was something incredible on the crystal clear quilt that firmly stuck to his gaze.

""No. 1, you take No. 4 and No. 6 to the Golden Territory. No matter who did this, I must pay a sufficient price." The silver-faced middle-aged man said with an indifferent expression and a solemn tone, looking towards the kneeling man. The red-armored knight on the ground raised his hand. Before he finished speaking, a biting white cold air emerged from his hand, instantly freezing the jade cup and wine syrup into a crystal-clear ice sculpture of kindness.

"Yes, I understand!"

The red knight with code number 1 standing in the first row on the right stood up and bowed to answer.

But, just at this moment——

"Wait!" The mysterious cloaked man who had been silent all this time suddenly stopped him unexpectedly. The magician hid his face under a deep cloak and vaguely nodded to the silver-faced middle-aged man as a salute. His speaking voice was hoarse, like a dull knife being slowly ground on a stone, unusually Sharp and unpleasant "Sir, I seemed to feel the presence of your pet again just now, but..."

"But what?" The expression of the silver-faced middle-aged man suddenly changed. The cloaked man is also a fourth-level warlock. Although not as scary as the seventh-level, he can also change the outcome of the battle in an inadvertent moment, such as poison gas. A fourth-level warlock The poisonous witchcraft of a first-level warlock is enough to contaminate half a company of soldiers and fall into various confused states. Moreover, another nickname of a fourth-level warlock is the alchemist, which can already use various materials to refine magic items.

"I don't know. I tried to activate the blood oath again, but..." The mysterious cloaked man smiled bitterly, with a chill all over his body. He stopped talking, but the outstretched hands made the silver-faced middle-aged man's expression change slightly. In his palms, Covered with half-scars dotted with stars, and water droplets like silver sand flowing from his fingers, the mysterious cloaked man's crystal ball was broken, which showed that the other party's level of breaking the blood oath exceeded that of a fourth-level warlock.

"You mean...seventh grade." The silver-faced middle-aged man threw aside the cup in his hand, with a funny smile on his lips. He knew what the cloaked man meant by reminding him. Although his mine-guarding dragon was a He has a low-level combat power, but he has taken a blood oath. He can't just lift it if he wants to. Those who can lift his blood oath silently must be at least a high-level warlock of level seven or above.

The bloodthirsty spell of a seventh-level warlock is enough to affect a team's combat effectiveness on the battlefield. It is already a strategic resource. Even in His Majesty the King's Central Legion, there are definitely no more than twenty seventh-level warlocks.

A family that can have a seventh-level warlock is not a small family even in the kingdom.

This time the kingdom used all its strength to seize the Kalus Peninsula. In addition to a few powerful offensive lords as the central cluster, there were also many second-tier families with weak combat capabilities like their own. During this sweep, the surrounding areas were surrounded. They are small forces with a small scale. For those families with strong combat power, they naturally eat a lot of money, and I am so responsible for it. There are more monks than meat. Anyway, it has not yet been brought under the rule of the kingdom. Whoever robbed it belongs to whom. However, the other party's appearance was too ugly. All the seventh-level warlocks of the kingdom were recruited by the central cluster, and the other party actually concealed it. This is not an ordinary crime. The seventh-level warlock has entered the advanced combat power and has the ability to affect the nervous system of living things in a wide range.

No one can let this kind of neural manipulator wander out of his sight at will, otherwise even the king will have trouble sleeping. . . . Do you really think that the central government of the kingdom will ignore this kind of behavior? If all families are like this, who will send their family's precious high-level warlocks to the central cluster to fight next time? If a few more high-level warlocks are concealed, wouldn't it mean that even The capital is about to be overthrown!

Watching the No. 1 red-armored knight bow to accept the order, he turned around and left the tent.

"No. 3, No. 5, No. 7. Each of you three will bring five hundred soldiers to attack the city tonight. Except for women and beasts who can be sold for money, I don't need anyone alive."

The silver-faced middle-aged man stood up and glanced at the outline of the castle outside the tent with cold eyes. "Although we are not the central battlefield here, it won't work if the time is delayed for too long. There must be a limit to cleaning the battlefield." He seemed to feel the attribute. In response to the doubts of the subordinates, the silver-faced man, who was always arbitrary, sneered slightly at the corner of his mouth.

"I don't know if that bastard thought that this place is remote enough and far away from the central battlefield. The possibility of touching me is very high. The losses of the Golden Territory must be made up. Although the castle in front of you is not high-end, more meat and less meat are still meat. , This is not the central battlefield with a fertile town, take a bite if you can!" In the mind of the silver-faced middle-aged man, he has already begun to investigate those families who have seventh-level warlocks and are as greedy as himself.

"As you wish, my lord." Several other red-armored knights stood up, bowed and prepared to leave the tent to prepare... There is a price to be paid for cheating and cheating. As long as you catch the opponent's tail this time, you must Asking the other party to spit out what he had swallowed with profit, the silver-faced man in the middle showed a sneer on his lips, mentally calculating the value of a seventh-level warlock and how much hush money he could make the other party pay.