Realm of Power

Erdayin was only seventy years old, and his old face was covered with wrinkles. There are small patches of eye mucus in the eyes. Time is the best sculptor. No matter how young and handsome your face is, it will turn into a ravine under the polish of the years.

"The west is the west, and the royal family is the royal family. I hope you can distinguish it clearly!" Mao Modaine's voice was low, but it contained shocking power. All the lords looked at him with reverence.

"The 30,000 troops from the north are on the border. Since you are so enthusiastic, let's solve this problem!" Mao Modaine's old eyes swept over the faces of all the lords, and he clenched the scepter representing the co-owner of the Snow Mountain Tribe. In his vein-covered hands, with the support of several servants, he stood up tremblingly

Hearing Mao Modaine's words, no other lord dared to speak. Although Mao Modaine was already showing his age, and many times he was seen dozing on the seat with his eyes squinted, no one dared to look down upon him.

Compared with the tangled blue tendons in his hands, his eyes that occasionally opened still flashed like an eagle in the hearts of most Westerners. This old man with an old look is the protector of the west. His words and orders are the will of the entire west.

Most powerful lords cannot be admired from the heart. Because what people fear is what is behind him

But Maumo Dayin did it, not relying on the powerful force behind him, not relying on the top-ranked Maumo light cavalry in the west, but on his own noble behavior and hard work for the land in the west.

Without Maumodain, there would be no Western West! Even the Wikiya royal family had to admit this. They inherited the Maumo family's legacy at the age of twelve, and were exiled to the Western Jedi at the age of eighteen because of the Wentun rebellion. At the age of twenty-six, with the support of Kujit Khan, he married the daughter of the leader of the Lal-Ula tribe, the largest tribe in the Western Snow Mountains. Through marriage, he stabilized the western rear and laid the foundation for the development of the Western Alliance.

For sixty years, this is what happened, the young retinue of the Wentun family, the then-heroic generation. The enthusiasm and wisdom shown make everyone admire from the heart.

Facing the desolate situation in the west, economically, Maumodain used the rich fur resources in the west to develop a complete mercenary economy. in politics. Whether they are enemies or friends, as long as they gather sincerely, Maumodain is always willing to accept them.

For example, there are many political refugee families like the Qiseye family. Some are from Wikia, some are from Kugit, and even a few are from the kingdoms of Inrdian and Dorok

relaxed political environment. Inclusive acceptance keeps the Wild West in their hearts. Much cuter than Kyoto, a kingdom with fierce power struggles.

The Wild West was like a big sponge absorbing water during these sixty years of relative peace. Constantly absorbing nutrients from all over the continent. Lords, nobles, merchants. Mercenaries. Even the Navendotu barbarians, enemies of the Wikiya royal family, accepted them without any hesitation.

The territory expands in accumulation and the creeks gradually converge into rivers. The desolate west is slowly growing in recuperation, villages are established in the desolate Gobi, and people are wandering and fleeing. Stop here with hope. Time can change everything! This was when Maumodain was sixty years old. When standing on the highest observatory in Salan City. The emotion I felt when I looked at the city of Saran filled with carriages.

Every year, Maumoda Yin always stays at the observatory for a month, no matter it is cold or hot in summer. Maumodain has always maintained this habit. No one knows what kind of emotions and eyes this wise old man has when he looks at the unchanging sky above his head and overlooks the land of hope that he created with his own hands.

Sixty years may be a long time, but in the eyes of the vast earth. Sixty years is not even a moment. The desolate western Jedi has gradually developed into the "prosperous" situation it is today amid this seemingly indifferent wisdom.

"You must be the little Hutakniso back then!" Maumodain looked away from the faces of the lords, looked at Hutakniso with the loving eyes of an elder, and nodded to him with a slightly trembling arm. Consider it a salute!

"When your father came here from Kudan as a child, you were still a young retinue by your father's side! Now I see that you have grown into a talented and strategic lord! Old Hutak will be proud of you." Mao Modaine smiled, his old voice full of memories, which is a common problem among old people.

Most of these "second generations" in the west have not experienced the ups and downs of the past. They don’t know that peace itself is a rare luxury, and the West can no longer satisfy their passion. This sentiment was not only common among lords. Even within the Maumo family, it still exists.

. It really looks like myself back then! Maumodain's eyes flickered as he stared at Hutaknisuo, seeing the energetic young lord in front of him. It reminded Hutakniso, who had experienced the Wentun Rebellion, of some people and things that had gone far away.

Blurred vision. The fragments of time made Mao Modaine confused

Little Mao Modaine, no matter whether you can capture Omerburg or not this time, you have to come back alive!

The third young lady of the Wentun family having their first love banquet. Winakini blushed and lowered her face, her delicate hands tightened the rope of her fiancé Maumodain's armor.

Mao Mofa, who had just planned to get married, spurted out a six-inch penis with body fragrance from his mouth. His face was so shy that he couldn't stop it...

"Haha! Little shy ghost Mao Modaine." The companions behind her who were about to go to the battlefield burst out laughing, "Get out of here! You bunch of little brats!" Wennachini blushed and waved the rapier she had given her.

The partners quickly fled, leaving behind a string of embarrassing laughter.

"Little Mao Modaine, did you see it! Our red Wentun is about to become the master of this land! The young master, Marquis Wentun, turned back with excitement,

Mao Modaine, who has grown into a commander, stood behind him with a calm face. Countless Wentun soldiers surged up the city wall of Kyoto Klesto like a tide. In the thick smoke, the last arrow outside Kyoto collapsed with a rumble. ,

Red battle flag. Red blood! What a thrilling and glorious time! There was a rare hint of excitement on Mao Moda's old face.

Maumodain's confused look made Hutakniso think that his persuasion had worked.

If the opportunity is lost, it will never come back!

"Little adults, we need living space." Hutakniso's face turned red, his voice gradually became more excited, and he waved his arms. This was the last chance for the separatists. If he could not convince the master of the west, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

The west is not big, but there are many lords. If I miss a conference like this with full personnel, I don’t know when it will happen again.

The Little West is too remote, and a small country like Northern Stian dares to try to take advantage of us! This is a shame! "Takniso decided to throw out his most important killer copper, and mustered up the courage to shout

Sure enough, when Steve spit out three words. All the lords looked nervous. Mao Moda's confused expression fluctuated violently. Five skinny fingers clenched tightly, and the body trembled uncontrollably.

These three words stimulated his nerves like needles

"If possible, I really hope I can accompany you to the west. At least there is no conspiracy and betrayal there!" His wife, Wen Naqini, was covered in blood and lying peacefully in Mao Modaine's arms. A delicate thin sword pierced her. The one on her chest was the one Mao Modai gave her as a token of love for self-defense. Behind her was the burning Mao Mo Castle, with corpses and broken weapons piled up in the corridors of the castle.

Thirty days after being besieged by the kingdom, as a direct member of the rebel Wentun family, his wife Wenakini chose to commit suicide! To leave a glimmer of hope for her husband, the retinue commander of the Wentun family, he used his own death and the surrender of his territory in exchange for the royal order of Mao Modaine, who was exiled to the snowy mountains in the west.

The bright red battle flag of Wentun can no longer fly, and all this does not leave the rebellious Duke of Stian.

The hall fell into deathly silence. The word "Stian" was forbidden in the west. No one dared to say these three words in Salan City. The generous Mao Modaine also has his own taboos!

After a while, Mao Moda's solemn expression relaxed slightly. He sighed with a complex expression, patted the nervous Hutacniso on the shoulder and said, "I know what you want to express! Young man Lord!"

Under the gaze of the old man, Hutacniso felt depressed, like a mouse being stared at by a goshawk.

No matter how wide the ground is, you can never escape the eyes from the sky, and your own words can't anger this wise master of the west!

For a moment I didn’t even know how to answer

"Little **, war, expansion, these exciting words can always arouse the interest of you young people. If I were thirty years younger, I would do the same thing! If I had been there thirty years ago With such strength, I might become the second Wentun!" Mao Modaine said slowly.

"Lord Maumodain. Glory will always shine on you!" Hutak bowed his head in embarrassment and saluted, trying to make this embarrassing situation go away. He complimented, "Without you, there would be no Hutak family! Your will is ours. My decision! I apologize to you for my impulsiveness just now, please punish me, even if you exile me to the Jonglei Snow Mountain, I will never complain."

In fact, Hutakniso knew very well that Mao Modain was indeed old. With the rise of many lords, the influence of the Mao Mo family was weakening, but only to a certain extent. He held the richest Mo Mo in the west. As the patriarch of the largest family in the west and the co-owner of the Snow Mountain Tribe, the Maomo family is still the master of this land.

The generous Maomo family is not fools. My daily words and deeds must be under the sight of the Maomo family. The Hutak family's sexual tendency itself has the element of connivance from the Maomo family.

The Maumo family needs some different voices to unite strong people's hearts in the west, and the Hutak family can play exactly this role. In the eyes of the inclusive Maumo Dayin, it is better to focus on the outside than to play inside. Conspiracy is much better! This is also the reason why Hutakniso dared to touch the bottom line,

Hutakniso has already risked his life. He is gambling, using himself as a bet and his family as a bet! Either agree, or exile yourself as a bunch of ** factions