Realm of Power

The freezing rain in the West is as cold as ever. The pattering white raindrops beat on the streets of the largest city in the Western Alliance. The crystal clear water spray washes the gravel-paved ground spotlessly. This is the first time since June in the West. The crackling raindrops of the second rain made the branches on the roadside become bare, and the smooth trunks dazzled in the light.

The wind howled and picked up the fallen leaves, and licked the faces of passers-by like knives, causing everyone to tighten their collars and walk hurriedly through the streets, with a trace of unconcealable sadness on their faces that were blown red by the wind. depressed,

There were very few people on the street, and the wooden doors of all the shops were listless, hanging ajar. There were almost no people inside, but there were a lot of goods piled up. Unfortunately, except for the moldy leather goods, the whole street seemed to be smelling. With an unpleasant and pungent smell of dampness,

Pedestrians on the road covered their noses and walked away. In this case, let alone doing business, even the businessmen themselves hid. Some businessmen chose to temporarily close their businesses, while a few people were still holding on to a sense of luck. Looking forward to it, but every time they look at the few pedestrians on the road, they feel this kind of helpless despair.

war of the Damned! The most common thing businessmen say, whether in their mouths or in their hearts, is this: Why is the war like this? Businessmen don't understand,

Is there anything wrong with Samour's proposal to exempt tariffs from each other with the Western Alliance? Or are the wise adults so short-sighted?

What was originally an excellent development opportunity turned into a dead end. This sudden war cost the lives of businessmen.

"How long has this situation been like this?" Maumo Lavent, who had just returned to Salan City from Womit Fortress, put down the carriage curtain in his hand with a heavy face. The scene in front of him made the leader of the Maumo family, I feel embarrassed and miserable,

Is this still Salan City, the center of the Western Conference?

The unpleasant smell floating in the air and the sparse pedestrians on the road make the situation outside look like a dying giant. Rotten odor and decay are shrouding this western pearl with a population of 80,000.

Although Momo Lavent was unwilling to admit it, he knew clearly in his heart that he might have really done something wrong this time.

He paid too much attention to establishing his prestige as the future leader, and declared war on Samour without permission under the instigation of the radical southern faction. This blocked the trade routes from the entire west to the hinterland of the kingdom, and the piles of fur goods became "domestic sales goods." "Many urgently needed production and living materials cannot be transported in.

this is a real disaster

Fur goods are most afraid of wet weather, and the recent continuous rainy season is simply the natural enemy of fur goods. Merchants gnashed their teeth in hatred of this damn weather, but they had no choice but to guard their goods in a daze with a sad face.

June is the best-selling time for fur goods in previous years. The hot weather in the south is just the right time for fur goods to have an optimal drying period.

Most merchants will buy furs during this season. Then they are dried to make fur products and stored in drying wells full of vents. Then you only need to wait until the harsh winter of October arrives. These precious furs collected at a low price can make a lot of money. In the fur industry Among businessmen, such stories of getting rich overnight are not uncommon.

But now, these precious furs, which are as valuable as gold, are getting moldy and infested with insects! The consumption capacity in the west is limited. These leather goods that used to be transported to the interior of the kingdom and sold in exchange for gold coins can now only be piled up in warehouses and turned into a pile of unpleasant odor.

The series of chain reactions caused by merchants no longer purchasing fur goods became a more terrifying economic crisis for the entire west. The devaluation of fur goods directly led to a decrease in the income of mercenaries. The decrease in mercenary income caused the fur goods to become even more unsaleable. This vicious cycle became Like an unbreakable nightmare, the economy of the West has been set back ten years in one month.

Corresponding to this, the area occupied by Samor is booming. In early June, Samor, who occupied the south, issued a land division order and a business order. The land south of the original central wilderness was divided into ten areas, with a large number of empty areas. The western part of the land has become the area with the most development potential.

In order to fill the shortage of population in the west, Samor migrated people from the south of the kingdom. All families who are willing to go to the west will be compensated with four gold coins at Samor's expense, and will receive a piece of land that is one thousand meters long and wide for free. If the land is small and belongs to the family members of the local garrison, each household will be compensated with additional gold coins.

This allowed the two newly formed Western Flag Regiments, which were originally worried about recruiting soldiers, to quickly complete the recruitment of soldiers. The severe cold and freezing rain cannot prevent the enthusiasm of immigrants.

Six medium-sized cities were established in the southern part of the wilderness, and thousands of new villages sprung up like mushrooms after rain, bringing vitality to this land that had just woken up from the freezing rain, in just half a day. Over the course of many months, 130,000 people suddenly crowded into the originally sparsely populated wilderness.

This was an unprecedented large-scale migration. It was as small as an earthquake. From Wocheze in the south of the kingdom to Deheriyao in the east, the immigrants dragged their carriages along various rivers. The Samor garrisons along the way formed a temporary The convoy sent these hopeful pioneers to the west,

In order to encourage businessmen to go to the west to quickly expand the power of the Western Business Alliance, Samour declared the west as an authorized tax-free zone while promoting the land acquisition order.

Regardless of whether it is a caravan from the Business Alliance or a caravan from other chambers of commerce, as long as it is within the Western Samor territory, all goods are tax-free. For transactions exceeding tens of thousands of gold coins, the Business Alliance will also provide a 5% compensation. The good thing of not paying taxes and making money for nothing has undoubtedly made businessmen crazy.

Although Samor's army is still struggling with the Northern Stians in Orargon, the merchants believe that Samor's army is invincible! Although the hooves of war have not dispersed, the cold light of the sword may kill them at any time.

However, some merchants still began to apply to set up trading posts on the newly occupied western border wall. These are big businessmen with keen eyesight. Most of them are veterans in business wars and have strong strength. Their understanding of the west is far more thorough than those small businessmen.

The southern and central parts of the kingdom have developed to a certain stage under the business alliance network. If they want to develop further, they will touch the bottom line of the business alliance.

Only the west is still blank. There is no fixed sphere of influence here, and there is no overly strong chamber of commerce. Countless businessmen, large and small, embrace all kinds of dreams and rush to the west like streams running towards the ocean. The business opportunities are endless. ! The desolation of the west,

In the eyes of these big businessmen, the west is simply a golden river waiting to make money. Stian's western territory has been opened up, and a road leads to the Kugit grassland in the north.

Businessmen are driven by profit. As long as there is a 200% profit, they dare to risk beheading to do it! The large chambers of commerce under the eighteen business alliances are already actively expanding their northern trade routes. The passage of the northern trade routes is just around the corner. Whoever can get the first pot of gold will become an upstart in the business alliance and become the leader of this business alliance. The master of the new golden line!

The cold wind outside seemed to have frozen the entire city, and the cold raindrops beat on the roof of the carriage. The confused rain in front of him made Maumo Lavent's heart become heavier and heavier.

Momo Lavent suddenly felt that war was not just a fight to the death. In many cases, the outcome of the war was already determined before it was launched.

The state of war ahead affected the hearts of the entire western people. The Samor army stopped attacking in front of the strong defense of the Western Alliance. In order to celebrate this great victory, the western lords had high morale at the Womit Banquet held in Caicai. He scolded the Samor people for being cowards, and scolded Duke Falcon for being just a brat with hair growing on his mouth!

But in fact, everyone felt a sense of relief.

The reputation of Falcon Duke Dustan is known throughout Wikiia. The corpses of countless lords and soldiers have contributed to the brilliant achievements of the Samor army. What is the level of the Western Alliance Army? The lords knew very well that the well-equipped private army in Kyoto was beaten and fled in panic in the strong Thirteenth Company Fort. The motley crew of semi-mercenaries like themselves were not enough to fill the teeth of Samor's army.

In fact, they are watching every day. Whenever the western lords think that in the wilderness not far away, the eyes of the king's god may be staring at their little ones, they can't help but get chills in their hearts.

Of course, except for the lords in the south who have lost their territories, these people were originally staunch supporters of external expansion, but now they have become the most pitiful people. These emotional "land-losers" are not the most common among the western lords. stabilize the source,

At the Salan City meeting, the Maomo family and Samoor turned against each other and went to war, which once made them ecstatic. If this was the case in the past, this would definitely be an event recorded in the family history. This is one. A turning point, but the bitter consequences of the war quickly silenced them.

The Samor army's attack was too strong. They thought they were a powerful lord's army. In front of the Samor army, the low castle was like a toy made of sand.

Arrows flew across the sky, and the rain of arrows that blocked the sun was still the most terrifying nightmare in their hearts.

The tactics of the lords are too old, and they are still using the methods they used to deal with the king. They want to use small castles connected one after another to kill the attack momentum of the Samor army. Who knows that the Samor army can't deal with these little lumps of earth at all? , just send two fuel bombs to the castle and the lord together.

These lords who lost their land are now the laughingstock of every banquet. Their pitiful and downcast demeanor makes people howl. They are like a group of prodigal sons who have been driven out by their families. They only dare to gather in the corner of the banquet like dark mice. ,

Someone proposed at the banquet that the Samors should be driven out. But no one paid attention to them. All the lords knew that the Western Allied Forces leaving Womit Fortress were nothing. Apart from being torn into pieces by the ferocious Samor army, there would be no second possibility.

The powerful Stian family in the north is proof. The ten thousand strong army was cut into several pieces by the Samor army. The just-concluded mountain battle at Latu Fortress caused the Stian family to lose a brave general known as the Northern Longbow. Atlas,

In this battle, the Samorian army defeated the Stian people and disarmed them. It also made the western lords tremble with fear. The will of the west was wavering.

Maumo Lavent's military talent was average, but he perfectly inherited his father, Lao Momodaye's superhuman grasping ability.

Mao Mo Dayin knew that it was the family's strength and high prestige that made these lords dare to be angry and dare not speak out, but the dissatisfaction with nowhere to vent would be like a gathering volcano, which could burn the Mao Mo family's absolute authority to ashes at any time. According to the latent The lords who lost their territories are secretly communicating with each other. The shame of losing their land has made these crazy people no longer pay attention to the consequences and methods.

Three days ago, a lord in the western snow mountain area was assassinated, which made all the lords feel insecure. The original unity was being lost, and disappointment, pessimism and distrust were spreading.

This was just the beginning. Mao Moravent had tried to persuade his former supporters, but all he got in return were cold faces of grief and excitement.

"What we lost! You will never understand!" The chief of the Hutak tribe, who had worked closely with him, now had a hideous face. His blood-red eyes were no longer like those of a human. He pushed Mao Moravent out of the door of the conference room with both hands.

The foundation of the Mao Mo family was being eroded! Looking at the door that was closed with a bang in front of him, Mao Moravent's face was ashen, and his last effort was shattered!

The unauthorized war in the front and the inaction in the back had already brought the prestige of the Mao Mo family to a historical freezing point. He now needed an ally who was trustworthy and could make the final decision at a critical moment. Mao Moravent first thought of Xue Zhi, who was about to hold a tribal meeting outside Saran City. Tribe,

"Creaky!" The wheel tracks of the carriage stopped while Mao Modain was thinking, "Sir, the tribal meeting hall is in front!" The accompanying servant whispered to remind him. The meeting hall of the Snow Mountain Tribe is located in the Willraji Snow Mountain at the eastern end of Saran City.

This snow-capped mountain, which is towering into the clouds and covered with snow all year round, has a god-like status in the hearts of the Snow Mountain Tribe. When the Snow Mountain Tribe came to the west to chase the Kugits, it stopped in front of this towering snow mountain and escaped the ambush of the Kugits.

"Yes," Mao Modain nodded, and along the opened curtain of the carriage, he saw several snow mountain axe warriors wearing heavy armor and two meters tall pushing a tall hall door made of white rock together. A bright and dazzling light shot out from the gap of the door.

In the dim light, a graceful snow mountain girl walked out slowly from inside. A wisp of black hair hung down from the pure white snow fox fur hat, and under two pretty silkworm eyebrows, a pair of beautiful eyes as pure as water made people stunned, as if the spirit of the entire snow mountain was gathered on her.

"Second brother." The girl saw Maumora Vent coming down from the carriage, and her pretty eyebrows couldn't help but frowned slightly. She also heard about the war between the West and Samor. Although this had little impact on the tribe backed by the snow, she couldn't help but feel a pity when she thought that the decades of peace in the West was ruined because of a few reckless words!