Realm of Power

The dim sunlight shines in through the gap in the tent curtain, dragging out a long, diagonal black line.

Both Samor and Maomoor family members were all red-faced and slightly drunk. Maomo Naqing looked at the drunken fat man above, secretly winked at a tribesman next to her, and received an instruction. The famous Mao Mo envoy hesitated for a while, then had to bite the bullet and stood up with a glass of wine.

He gave an aristocratic salute to the staggering Xiang Fatty and said, "Regent, when we came in the morning, we heard the long blast of war horns in front of us! The sound of fighting went straight into the sky. I wonder if the regent is storming the dangerous Watu Pass? I don't know how it is going. , is there anything I, the Maomo family, need help with?"

"Hmm! What do you mean!" The fat man's face changed drastically. His already red face suddenly became as if it was dripping blood. His drunken eyes were now blurred into a thin line.

There was a cold gaze flashing inside, like an unsheathed sword, staring at the Mao Moute and making his scalp numb.

There was silence in the entire tent, and the harmonious atmosphere just now suddenly fell to freezing point. The wine glass held by Lidakus below also stopped in the air, and his eyes nervously turned back and forth on the face of the fat man and the face of Special Envoy Maumot.

"Are these Maumo people crazy?" Lidakus cursed secretly, wishing he could smash the wine glass in his hand directly, what the hell, he doesn't want to live anymore, don't drag me down!

Everyone knows that Wattu Mountain Pass is a thorn in Fatty's heart, but the people of the Maomo family just want to pull this thorn out of Fatty's heart without considering whether Fatty can bear the pain.

Most of the people in Samor knew that their drunken character was not worthy of publicity. For the people of Samor to say these words to embarrass the fat man at this time, it was no different from seeking death.

This time he received the special envoy without permission, and he had a hand in it. If he was investigated, the status he had finally achieved would be in vain.

Lidacus saw that the hands of several guards were already on the handles of their swords. The swords might be unsheathed at any time and blood would be splashed on the long table.

The setting sun shines into the fire outside, but the cold is seeping inside the tent.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" The fat man took a long breath with a livid face, and sneered four times in a row. Each sound made the atmosphere in the tent become colder and colder.

Everyone looked pale except for Mao Monaqing who remained calm.

"This woman is either a lunatic or a tyrant! She is just like a fat man, scaring people to death without paying for it!" Lidakus couldn't help but sigh in his heart,

"The special envoy is right to ask!" The fat man's livid face finally softened, and he waved his hand to the guard standing at the door. A loud voice said, "Open all the curtains!"

"Wow!" The ink-colored ten-meter-wide curtain was opened by six Samor guards. The dim sunlight shone directly in, illuminating everyone's faces, and a fiery red sunset came into view.

"Everyone, please look!" The fat man stretched out two fingers and pointed at the golden afterglow in the distant sky. Everyone looked in the direction of the fingers and saw a ditch guarding the undulating mountains standing there. Like a giant black dragon lying there,

A deep canyon with no bottom visible, like the bloody mouth of a giant dragon. Even though it is far away, people can still feel the pressure of the howling wind blowing against their faces.

"Watu Pass!" Faced with such power, everyone had ugly expressions. Even Mao Mo Naqing looked unnatural when thinking that the Samor army was going to occupy such a natural pass. "Yes, that's the natural pass." The fat man heard several exclamations coming from the opposite side, and said with an excited look, "This morning, just as you all arrived at our military camp, 2,000 of our Samor elites were on that hillside, killing more than 3,000 Stian soldiers. Then get away with your whole body! I, Samor, look at the tens of thousands of Stian soldiers across from me like local dogs.”

"Haha, what's the point of talking about it? If you have the ability, fight over!" A Mao Mo nobleman said with disdain. Although his voice was low, when the tent was quiet, everyone in the tent could clearly hear it. heard

"It's broken!" This time, not only Lidakus's face changed drastically, but even Mao Monaqing trembled.

"Stop!" A cold light flashed from the fat man's waist, and the cold blade was pointed directly at the special envoy Mao Mo who was muttering in a low voice. "Ah" Special Envoy Mao Mo was completely frightened. When he reacted, he knew that he was in trouble. He was frightened. His legs and feet fell limply to the ground.

There was a crisp "lock" sound, and the wine table in front of the fat man was cut into two pieces by the sharp Samor sword. The wine glasses were scattered on the ground, and the bright red pine cone wine splashed to the ground, like a pool of eye-catching blood.

This sudden sight scared everyone into a cold sweat. Several Samor guards outside the tent didn't know what was going on inside, and they rushed in with murderous intent.

"Sir!" Samor's guards saw the messy ground in front of the fat man and drew their swords one after another. For a moment, cold light flashed in the tent and the ice was biting.

"Huh?" The fat man's eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be more awake. He looked at the guards who rushed in, and said with a cold face, "What are you doing in here? Get out!"

"Yes, sir!" The faces of Samor's guards, who were full of murderous intent just now, turned pale. They quickly inserted the shining swords in their hands into their scabbards and exited the tent.

"I drank too much just now! I lost my temper! Please don't laugh!" The fat man waved his hands to everyone and asked the guards to clean up the messy ground before sitting down again.

"Only people like this! Are the real hope of the west!" Mao Monaqing saw that the fat man could still control his emotions even though he was so angry. She couldn't help but nodded secretly. Her pretty eyes seemed to be sucked.

Having seen many polite young nobles in the Western Alliance, it was the first time that Mao Monaqing saw such a domineering man. Although his slightly fat face had not completely lost its childishness, his red face looked like a drunken boy next door.

But at that moment, what Mao Monaqing saw was the heroic spirit of having the whole country in my hands, the domineering spirit of commanding thousands of subordinates. This was like a stone that resonated in Mao Monaqing's heart.

No one likes to be in a weak position all the time, especially Mao Monaqing, who was trained by his father's special idea of ​​"defending is fighting" since childhood. Although the Western Alliance Poor and weak, but not "willing to be dominated"

In addition to the negotiations, the young Maumonaqing also brought another unique mission on this secret mission, to find a strong tree worthy of reliance for the West and the Maumo family

The power structure is not in succession, and the foundation of rule is gradually eroded by the lords of various places. This is the dilemma faced by the Maumo family. Maumodaiyin has been looking for a solution, but the power of the lords of various places has been consolidated. Although the Maumo family has a high reputation, all this is based on the survival of Maumodaiyin

There are no outstanding figures among the successors of the family. Finally, there is a daring Maumolavent, who has no outstanding performance in this Western War. He is destined to be an exaggerated mediocrity in this life

This makes the controller of the Maumo family, Maumodaiyin, very depressed.

He has to put his last hope on Maumonaqing, who inherited his thoughts. Before setting off, the old Maumodaiyin had arranged this test.

A person who cannot accept his failure. It is impossible to truly become a great leader!

This is what Mao Modain realized when he was exiled. It was because he constantly faced his own failures and avoided mistakes in his weaknesses that Mao Modain created a new situation in the West. Now this test is once again unfolding on Fatty.