Realm of Power

Three relatives! If the war chamber were to come to the land of weeping film warriors! It is better to hide from Sheng. Just face it." A loud voice broke the silence. A middle-aged nobleman wearing the coat of arms of the Maomo family on his chest stood up. His face was excited and he said

"Face all hardships bravely! Isn't this what you have always taught us! The west is yours! It belongs to all of us. For the future of this land. I think this time it should be decided by everyone!" "It's Mao Mo. Lord Lavent! "Seeing the middle-aged nobles standing up, many lords showed strange embarrassment on their faces, and the venue fell silent. There was some slight commotion again,

"Yes. A runoff election should be held!" some young lords instigated

Mao Mo Lavent is the second son of the Mao Mo family. His mother is the princess of the Snow Mountain Tribe, and his father is Mao Mo Dayin, the ruler of the west. He has excellent blood and a distinguished life experience. Let this young man carry an aura of glory from birth,

Although the Maumo family has not yet announced an official heir. But in the hearts of most lords. Mauro Mora Vent has already been confirmed. Naturally when Maumoravant stood up, the young lords. Most of them looked excited and focused. Was it a victory or failure?

Most of them are hawks in the Western Conference. They firmly believe that people are like eagles, they should spread their wings and fly thousands of miles!

The older ones frowned,

Most of them have experienced the dark cruelty of defeat and the failure of power struggles.

I know that this is not a hunting game for nobles. War is a strangulation of life, a competition for power, and corpses are everywhere. The desolate scene of a river of blood was still etched in their minds.

The pungent smell of blood makes many of them wake up from their dreams!

"Tell me! Will Master Mao Mo's quiet land policy change?" A young lord near the door moved back. He whispered to his companion next to him, "I bet you ten gold coins that Lord Mo Mo will not change!"

He is one of the Hulai Snow Mountains, and now only the lords of the Xuezhi area can still talk leisurely. Because it has nothing to do with them!

"Haha. It's hard to say!" The lord next to him curled his lips slightly and saw that no one was looking at them. Then he responded in a low voice, "Montenade, you will definitely lose this time. Even a fool knows that the war in the west is only a matter of time. I believe Lord Maumo also knows this very well! The west has been silent for long enough! This time even Lord Momo Lavent has come out to support the ** faction, and I believe Lord Momo will agree! Only you, the snowman on the mountainside, will believe that Lord Momo will not change!"

"No way! Then I didn't suffer a big loss this time!" The little lord said with a sad face. Ten gold coins are nothing in other places. In the deserted Snowy Mountains, it is half a year's income.

Just as the lords were speculating privately, "Boom. Boom!" There was a knock on the door outside the main hall.

"Creak" Several beautiful maids in long skirts standing at the door quickly pushed open the huge main hall door. Old Faith, the housekeeper of the Maumo family, hurried in with a letter in his hand.

The anxious eyes paused on Hutacniso's face, and then he reported respectfully to Maumodain on the opposite side, "Sir! There is a special envoy from Jones asking to see you!"

"Special envoy from the Jones Territory?" Maumodain looked at his son who was still standing to express his resistance, and then looked at Hutakniso who was standing opposite. I found that the two people also looked at a loss, "Haha. Special Envoy Jones came at the right time!" Mao Modaine smiled at the corner of his mouth. He waved to the old butler and nodded, "Just say that I am attending an important meeting. Take him to the Free Arthur Manor. I will go after the meeting!"

"Sir! I'm afraid.

"The old housekeeper did not turn around immediately. Instead, he approached Mao Modaine with an embarrassed expression and whispered a few words in his ear, "What! "Mao Moda's face changed slightly, his usually deep voice raised a few notes, and his dull eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife,

All the lords looked at the old steward, wondering what could have shocked the Western Lord Maumodain to such a degree. Maumodain looked at Hutakniso opposite with a strange expression. Hutakniso looked incomprehensible and had no idea what was going on! But judging from Mao Modaine's face. Something big must have happened related to me

"Special Envoy Jones? Could it be that the plan has been implemented? Hutakni was stunned for a moment, and there was an uncontrollable excitement on his face. "…

Maumodain didn't seem to care about Hutakniso's demeanor. Instead, he asked the housekeeper in a low voice, "Is everything you said true?"

The old butler nodded with an ugly face and said, "Envoy Jones said. He is not here on behalf of Jones, but with the personal authorization of the regent of the kingdom! He is here to judge on behalf of the Samor army."

The old housekeeper handed the letter in his hand to Mao Modaine. He whispered, "The regent of the kingdom is very angry about the despicable behavior of the Hutak family, but for the sake of the Maomo family! The regent personally promised to give up the occupied western territory. It will be handed over to the Maomo family. This is a personal letter from the Regent of the Kingdom to you personally."

"A handwritten letter?" Mao Modaine's hand trembled slightly as he took the letter. He stared at his old housekeeper for a while, and then asked half-confidently and half-questioningly, "You mean this is a handwritten letter from that person. Did he say it the day before yesterday?" Just in the west?"

"I think so, my lord," the old butler said with a hesitant look on his face, as if he was hesitant to speak. "Envoy Jones said, that lord is in Hutalunku now. His reply will determine the fate of the west! That lord is in Hutarenku now." The envoy also said.

"Say! How long has it been? And you're still covering it up like this!" Mao Modaine said with an angry expression.

"Envoy Jones said that before leaving, the regent of the kingdom gave him a gift. If possible, he hopes to deliver it to him personally!"

"A gift?" Even the mature Momodaine could not help but show a trace of hesitation. He frowned and sat down, tapping his fingers on the table and frowning.

The whole West knew it. The powerful Samour was the backstage of the Jones Territory, and was responsible for everything the Hutak family secretly did to the Jones Territory. Mao Modaine knows this clearly, as a southerner with "Wentun will" flowing in his bones. For this powerful force that also emerged in the south. Have a special understanding,

Samor means red blood in Wikiyan!

As many northern nobles said, this war machine that grew rapidly in the war, just like their fat commander who did not care about the consequences,

No matter who the enemy is. The policy of blood for blood is always followed.

As long as it harms Samor's interests. Everyone will suffer bloody revenge from Samoor. Even if he runs away from Wikiya, Samoor will pay a high enough price for his head.

"My reply will determine the fate of the entire west!" Maumodain has no doubt about the authenticity of this sentence, which makes it difficult for Maumodain to make a decision.

Now Samor is strong enough. Even Ruidian, the strongest country in the mainland, had his front teeth knocked out by them in Dehreem, Mao Modaine believed. As long as Samor is willing, he will create an ideal place with his own hands. Will be covered in bright red blood in an instant.

The decisiveness and sincerity shown by Summer also shocked Maumodain!

The territory of Hutak is not large, but it is the main route to the hinterland of the west. Occupying Hutalunku is equivalent to opening the door to the west.

But Samour handed over the territory so happily. This kind of courage had to make Maumodain admire him.

What should I do about Samor's rare generosity this time?

Mao Modaine rubbed his slightly swollen temples. Regardless of whether Samour is exaggerating this time, the peace in the West cannot be maintained.

"What is that Special Envoy Jones doing here?" Maumo Lavent looked confused, Hutacniso quickly said a few words in his ear,

"Thousands are good!" There was a hint of surprise on Maumo Lavent's solemn face. The actual occupation of Jones Territory was more powerful than any wording.

Maumo Lavent naturally understood his father's current hesitation as a wavering of will.

"Since you want living space, I'll give it to you!"

It took a while. Maumodain just raised his head, looked at his excited son with sharp eyes, waved to the old butler and said, "Old Faith! Go and invite Special Envoy Jones in! Since you all said that the west belongs to everyone, then I will give the west to everyone." The decision of my destiny is left to you. "Happy New Year, thank you all for your support over the past year. Thanks! "