Realm of Power

Six, old man Jones! "Dozens of mercenaries wearing mails shouted, rushing out of the woods with thousands of inferior weapons, and quickly surrounded the fat man and the guards. Their eyes were fixed on Duke Jones in the middle.

. Swish! "The guards drew their sharp swords and surrounded the fat man. Their murderous eyes looked at the surrounding mercenaries, which made these mercenaries feel cold.

Especially the fat man among them held a blue scimitar that was still dripping with blood, which made all the mercenaries turn away subconsciously. The weird cut in half just now made everyone feel a shock from the soul.

Killing is not terrible. There are many people among the mercenaries who lick blood with their swords, but it is so strange and neat to cut them off in two, it is simply killing. No one has the guts to look for discomfort and invisibly choose Fatty Yuan Li's attack range.

. They are short-staffed! Everyone rush over! "When dozens of mercenaries saw that there were only a dozen people on Fatty's side, they all rushed up with weapons in their hands.

"Attention, they are ambushing me halfway!" Duke Jones looked at these mercenaries and whispered with a solemn face. He subconsciously touched the place where the sword used to be on his waist and felt it was empty. Then he remembered that he had taken off his weapon a long time ago, and quickly reminded him loudly.

"The rabble!" The fat man looked at the charging mercenaries, curled his lips in disdain, and ordered the Guards Cavalry on the left and right to "crush them."

. kill! "Several guard cavalrymen rushed forward quickly, and there was a crisp "Puff" sound. The galloping war horses hit a bandit at the front like an iron wall, and the powerful impact of the "collision" directly knocked the person away. , the body was paralyzed in the snow, obviously unable to survive,

. kill! "A Samour quickly passed by another astonished bandit, and the raised sword flashed a cold light in the air. "Pfft. The robbers only felt that their eyes were blurred. A huge human head flew into the air, and blood spurted half a meter high from the headless chest. The mercenaries behind him were stunned. His face was splashed with blood,

"Kill!" The Samor Guards Cavalry who followed up hit an arrow and crashed into the mercenary group. The mercenaries were immediately attacked to pieces,

The sword flashed with a cold light, the horse struck with the sword, and the corpses of the mercenaries fell on the road. They had just launched a charge and were scattered by the swift cavalry. The Guards Cavalry cut through the entire formation and quickly came back.

"Crotch" There was a fierce blocking sound, and a tough man with a scar face waved a spear in his hand. He blocked the sword of a Guards Cavalry, but the huge impact only knocked him back a few steps. He shouted, "Knight! Form a formation quickly, they have knights!"

There was an obvious scar on his right cheek, which looked particularly prominent. Dozens of mercenaries quickly moved towards him. He was obviously the leader of the group. Dozens of them crowded together to form a scattered defensive wall.

Everyone knows. In the vast wilderness, fighting alone will only make you the prey of knights, and you can only form a formation. Only in this way can we stop the knight's attack.

"It's Scarfrey." When Duke Jones saw the big man with scar, he looked stunned, his face turned red quickly, and he shouted angrily, "Scar Felie, you are the captain of the guard of the Hutuk family. I didn't expect that you also became a mercenary! Do you really think so?" Does anyone know you?"

"Haha, old immortal, I didn't expect you to recognize me!" Scarface sneered, pointed the spear in his hand at Duke Jones and cursed, "Don't think you can escape with a few knights protecting you, there are so many of us. , even if you exchange three for one, you can be consumed to death."

Old Duke Jones looked angrily and said, "I've already

"Surround me!" The fat man waved his hand, and a dozen Guards Cavalry circled around the mercenaries. The situation was suddenly reversed, and the mercenaries huddled together in fear.

Back to back. Holding the crude weapons in their hands high, their eyes looked fearfully at the guards cavalry who were circling around. They never expected that they suddenly changed from hunters to prey in the blink of an eye. This sudden change left them at a loss as to what to do.

"Tell me, do you have anyone else?" The fat man stopped his horse in front, his loud voice making the forest tremble, "Go to hell!" Scar Felie was also a brave man, and he waved his arm. The spear turned into a ray of cold light and went straight to the fat man's face.

. It’s really unbelievable! Fatty was a character who had waded through the sea of ​​blood in the mountain of corpses. When he saw the direction of Scar Felie's shoulder, he knew what he wanted to do. He sneered at the corner of his mouth and grasped the spear that went straight to the door.

"Monster! Monster!" Scarfrey's face turned pale, he looked at the fat man in disbelief, and immediately turned around and ran away.

"I want to run away! It's not that easy! I'll give this to you." The fat man shouted loudly, turned around and fired, and the spear in his hand was reflected,

"Ah" Scar Felie let out a heart-rending howl, and took a few steps back. The tip of the steel gun handle penetrated Scar Felie's chest. Pin him to a nearby pine tree pole. A long bloody wall emerged from the other end of the trunk. Seems extremely tragic

"Master Fei Lie is dead! Master Fei Lie is dead!" When the mercenaries saw Scar Fei Lie's tragic appearance, they immediately became confused and several mercenaries ran out of the formation. Run as far away as possible

"Collapse!" There was a crisp sound of a bowstring. A mercenary opened his eyes and fell down unwillingly, clutching his chest. The mercenary's shield flew into pieces and was broken into several pieces. Another mercenary tried to escape. He was nailed to the ground by three longbow guards with bows and arrows... Xing'er looked at each other's ashes, and no one dared to move. This was the eighth one, and his body lay in the snow with splatters of blood. The blooming flowers dyed the ground red,

. Oh shit! Who are these people?" Looking at the longbow cavalry on horseback opposite, the mercenaries felt a sense of powerlessness besides spitting.

Unable to win in a fight, unable to run away, these terrifying cavalry archers are simply the natural enemies of infantry. The rulers of the wasteland here shoot through powerful longbows, completely ignoring their leather-covered shields.

The proud mail armor bought by the mercenaries for ten gold coins was like a piece of paper in front of these monster longbows. No one could run away for twenty meters, and everyone who tried to escape was defeated without exception. in a pool of blood

"Cover me! I'll kill that fat man!" A whisper rang out from the mercenary group.

A tall hunter carrying a bow and arrow, under the cover of several mercenaries. With a calm expression, he opened the heavy compound bow in his hand, and the arrowhead bursting with cold light passed through the gap in the shoulder of the person in front, aiming at the fat man who was shouting in the distance.

Everyone can see that this fat man is the most troublesome among the dozen or so people. Only by killing him will everyone have a way to survive.

"I don't know whether to live or die!" The fat man was riding on the horse, and his sharp eyes only saw the heavy foot crossbow in the hand of the assassin lurking in the dark raised slightly.

"Bang!" A bowstring vibrated again, making the mercenaries' nerves tense again. Every time I heard this sound, some of my companions fell down. Everyone felt their eyes blurred as a white line shot from the body of a mercenary.

Laura Fit, who was hiding behind and concentrating, felt his chest shake, and a huge force tore his chest open.

"How is this possible!" Lolafit looked at the arrow inserted into his chest in disbelief. The bow and arrow in his hand fell to the ground, and blood spurted out from his chest.

"Laura Fit is dead! Laura Fit is dead!" The mercenary felt desperate and shouted in panic. Laura Fit was a famous marksman in the west. Unexpectedly, he was shot through the chest with an arrow.

"Who's next?" The fat man blinked and raised the crossbow in his hand, like a naughty child immersed in his own game.

"Madman, this must be a madman!" The mercenaries' faces turned pale, and their bodies squeezed back unnaturally. The fat man's eyes were like knives, making it impossible for them to dodge.

. "Bang!" Another crossbow arrow was loaded into the slot. The fat man aimed steadily with his arm, and his cold eyes moved on the pale faces of the mercenaries, like beasts looking for their prey. He squeezed a few out of his teeth and let the mercenaries completely Words that collapsed: "This kind of hunting feels so good. If I don't tell you, I'll kill you all!" "

"Say, let's say!" The mercenaries collapsed completely. The two leaders who led the team were all killed. It was meaningless for them to persist.

This is an assassination team sent from the Hutak family. Their target is Duke Jones, who has always been unwilling to unite with the west.

In fact, the old man was too stubborn. Not only did he reject the Hutak family's proposal last month, he also wanted to express his determination. Beat up the Hutak family's envoy. This move completely angered the Hutak family, and the mercenaries also revealed a piece of information that distressed Duke Jones.

Just when Duke Jones left the main fort, Salencu held a temporary meeting in the main fort in the name of military officer. At the meeting, Salencu denounced Duke Jones's attachment to Samour and put forward the slogan of westerners governing the west. , instigating the nobles of the main castle to separate from Vekia and form the United Kingdom of Western Jones together with the Western Alliance, and promised the nobles that as long as the kingdom is established, they can become lords. You can have your own territory in the vast west

This is a tempting enough proposition. Becoming a lord is the highest dream of all nobles. Salenku controls half of the Jones family's troops and has an extraordinary marriage relationship with the powerful Hutak of the West.

If what he said is true, he does have the ability to shake the will of the nobles. Although Samor has a flag regiment stationed in Jones, this force will never move as long as Duke Jones comes forward, and Saluncu guarantees the honor of the nobles and leaves Duke Jones in the main castle. I will never set foot on this land again

The nobles wavered in this agitation, and finally most of them proposed that they could only vote in favor of seeing the body of Duke Jones.

Salenku quickly brought this news to the person in charge of the Hutak family in the main castle of Jones, so a temporary assassination team, led by Scar Felie, who was good at tracking, ambushed Duke Jones along the way.

This news was very tortuous. Even the fat man was stunned for a moment after hearing it. He did not expect that the matter in the Jones Territory would be so complicated. After hearing this, Duke Jones looked gloomy and looked at the sky that had completely darkened with complicated eyes. He also sighed deeply. He took a breath, his head drooped, and he didn’t speak all the way.

The fat man looked at the old man with a frail look, knowing that Duke Jones must be feeling very uncomfortable right now. As a lord who considers it his bounden duty to protect the people of his territory, he was betrayed by the people in his territory. What an irony and ridicule! When Fatty arrived at the gate of Laimiao City, he suddenly heard a slight rumble coming from the distant wilderness, and Fatty couldn't help but raise his head. Under the bright moonlight, Fatty saw a thick black line appearing on the distant horizon, and a dozen falcon flags embroidered with flying eagle wings fluttering in the wind.

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