Realm of Power

[[[CP|W:400|H:117|A:L|U:http://file2./chapters/20105/11/1429072634092107 390807500302876.jpg]]] The first spring rain of the new year finally belatedly arrived in the northern part of the Kingdom of Wikia. The cold spring cold accompanied this continuous spring rain and fell on the devastated Kingdom of Wikiya.

"Wow!" The cold pouring rain poured down on the broken walls of Suluo Castle, stirring up white water splashes and forming a layer of white mist around the outside of Suluo Castle.

The cold raindrops not only caused the Kugit Rangers wandering under the castle to disappear without a trace, but also made the guards of Susuo Castle shiver with cold.

There were piles of ants curled up in the corners of the inner walls of the castle that were not exposed to the rain. There were many Royal Guards with depressed expressions among them.

This elite, composed entirely of the nobles of the royal capital, has long lost its former pride. Even the red cloak, the symbol of the Guards, which is regarded as life, is draped on the body like a tattered rag to keep out the cold, with dirty oil on it. The light was covered with a thick layer of black dirt, giving off an unpleasant rancid smell.

From the northern border to the Lisa River beach to the Susuo Castle, the elite of this kingdom were defeated again and again. The proud Red Cloak also dropped sharply from 8,000 people in its heyday to the current 2,300 people. The number of combat personnel was reduced by two-thirds. If it were not for wanting If they can still return to the royal capital alive, these remaining old fritters will have already dispersed.

The dazzling auras of pride and glory in the past have long been shattered by the scimitars of the Kugits. The most elite Kingdom Guards in the kingdom are no different from ordinary farmers in the countryside after losing all kinds of auras of glory.

Now there are only a bunch of poor "babies" hugging each other and dreaming of going home.

In the castle hall, a huge bonfire with a height of two meters heated the entire hall like warm spring, driving away the chill of early spring and winter rain outside.

King Guitar III of the Kingdom of Vekia sat on the main seat of the hall with a solemn expression. Although he was only fifty-three years old, his long years of ascetic monk-like life made him look older than his age. His long gray hair draped over broad shoulder armor

Those piercing eyes reveal his spirit that does not match his age, and the abrupt aquiline nose reminds everyone that this old man's ambition has not faded due to age.

Decades of fighting life have forged his strong physique. Wearing a full body of crystal armor, he is like a lion lying down on the seat and taking a nap. His strong fingers are tapping on the red pine armrest of the main seat under him. , making a ticking sound like a pendulum.

"Is there any new news from the messenger sent to Ruidian?"

Guitar III's voice was dull and filled with anger, which made the nobles of the kingdom standing below shudder. Everyone knew that His Majesty the King was in a terrible mood. He was being chased and beaten like a dog in water. He just wanted to take a breather. He left the two thousand knights of the Guards that he was most proud of on the beach of Lisa River. No one would have a good temper.

Especially now, we are only one step away from Cresdo in Kyoto. On one side is the cold and dilapidated Susuo Castle, and on the other side is the luxurious and comfortable palace. However, Kujit’s 20,000-strong army stands in the middle like a wall, making it difficult for them to This distance that only takes half a day to travel back and forth seemed so far away that Guitar III, who always liked to rely on numbers to bully the natives of the southwest, felt what it meant to be powerless.

"Your great majesty, the greedy Reedians require us to cede the three counties of Ismorola Castle in the east, otherwise they will not form an alliance with us to fight against the Kugits!"

Foreign Minister Thasolikos looked pale and lowered his head, with a faint tremor in his voice. When he saw the angry face of Guitar III, his legs and feet softened and he knelt on the ground.

Sassolikos was originally the Kingdom's Undersecretary of Foreign Affairs. When the Kugits suddenly started a war, the original Foreign Affairs Officer was fired by Guitar III on the grounds of slow intelligence. The former Foreign Affairs Officer who took over was again cited by Guitar III as lagging in intelligence two months ago. Killed. It seems that Guitar III put all the responsibility for the defeat on the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in charge of intelligence.

"I can't defeat the Kugits because you idiots at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs didn't give me accurate information. Otherwise, I would have driven these Kugit barbarians out long ago."

Guitar III yelled indignantly in meetings many times, and every time he hit the table with his hands, it made a loud noise. This set a good example for the generals of the kingdom.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is the best scapegoat to shirk responsibility!

“Your Ministry of Foreign Affairs’ intelligence is inaccurate, how can I fight?”

"What did your Ministry of Foreign Affairs do? The Kugits didn't tell us until they set off. If they had told us when they were resting, we would have killed all these barbarians!"

"What? The Kugits are camping in the plains of Gittel. What do you mean, do you want me to die?"

Thinking of the tragic fate of his two predecessors, Sasolikos, who took over, lived in "fire and water" every day. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the bloody heads of his two predecessors hanging at the entrance of the military camp. When he opened his eyes, he saw the sight of Guitar III again. Angry blue face

Life like this is really unbearable. Every time he went to a military meeting, Sasolisco would write a suicide note before he dared to go out. However, such miserable days ended recently. Now it is Sasolisco's turn to thank the Kugit people. Okay, now I can finally sleep a little more peacefully.

Because the entire Suruo Castle has been surrounded by the Kugits like an iron barrel for a month, not even a mouse can escape. Not to mention any intelligence, every day they can only rely on a few pigeons in the castle to communicate with the outside world.

It is said that those pigeons were used by the previous castle owner to deliver love letters to his mistress, but now they are responsible for the information lifeline of the kingdom.

"That old guy Harlaus has the nerve to ask me for the three counties of Ismorola Castle. If they hadn't occupied the Kugits' food storage Aichemor first, would these starving Kugits run to my Vikia to find food? Now they dare to ask us for Ismorola Castle. Tell them that if they don't send troops, I will give the entire Ismorola Castle to the Kugits, and let those well-fed Kugit barbarians fight him to death."

Guitar III stood up with a sullen face and roared, and his rough and powerful hands slapped the table in front of him, and finally looked at the dejected generals below, and had to look angry. They sat down angrily. Everyone was smart and had long been immune to this king who liked to shout.

This king had shouted "I don't want to play anymore" to the Rieldians more than once or twice, and in the end he still shamelessly tried to get close to the Rieldians.

The title of Rieldian, the first military power on the continent, was not exaggerated. The full 300,000 knights made any continental country weigh its own strength. Even the fierce northern eagle Kugit people had to take a detour.

If it had not been for the constant restraint with the eastern warrior power Nod Kingdom, the entire continent would have been unified under the swords of the Rieldians. Then it would be the turn of the small mountain country of Vikia to clamor for "the bravery of the snow country warriors".

In this world, whoever has the biggest fist is the boss. The Rieldians beat the Kugits into a mess, and the Kugits beat themselves into a mess. , the difference in military strength between him and the Swedians was immediately apparent. If he really angered the Swedians at this time, he could just move his fingers and blast Vikia into pieces ten times.

"What should I do? Just leave it alone! A living person cannot be suffocated to death by urine!"

Guitar III is indeed a great hero. Although he was heartbroken, he still had to go on with his life. After thinking for a while with an annoyed face, he suddenly stood up from his seat and waved his hands vigorously at the foreign affairs officer Sasorisco who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Let's do it this way. Tell the Swedians that as long as they can help Vikia drive away the Kugits, we will give them the three counties in the east of Ismorola Castle! If they can destroy the Kugits, I will give them the entire Ismorola Castle!"

Hearing his own king's hysterical "mania" erupt again

All the ministers simply ignored the words of his king.

Chenxi Piercing through the thick fog, the bright yellow morning sun shone on the broken stone walls of the Samor Fortress. Broken swords were scattered on the top of the city wall. The dried dark red blood on the parapet exuded a pungent smell of blood. When the fat man led the team to the Samor Fortress, he did not see the Kugits, but saw the rising sun from the east. Hundreds of fragmented corpses blocked the entrance of the city gate. The entire city gate wall was dyed dark red by the blood of the corpses. "What kind of people do you think they are?" The fat man touched the dried dark blood at the gate of the city with his hand. The fierce fighting at the entrance of the city made people like the fat man start to be a little sentimental. The corpses piled up here are more like bloody meat balls than people. The fat man turned his head with some emotion and asked the mysterious uncle Caesar Sauron who was accompanying him, "They are just like us. They have parents, relatives, children, and lovers... But here they are warriors, warriors who fight to the death for their families to live better."

"Warriors? Are those Kugits also the so-called warriors you mentioned?"

The fat man did not expect that this mysterious spearman Caesar Sauron would have such an understanding. There are not many people who understand their enemies so strangely. He could not help but stare at Caesar Sauron with a surprised look on his face,

pointing to several severely deformed and bloody bodies of Kugits scattered in the corner of the city wall. It can be seen that these severely deformed and almost broken bodies of Kugits jumped from the several-meter-high city wall onto the Vikia archers below in order to block the sharp arrows below for their companions.

"Yes! They are all outstanding warriors."

The spearman Caesar Solon nodded affirmatively at the fat man's surprised eyes, looked at the fat man's puzzled eyes, and smiled sadly.

"The Kugit grassland suffered a once-in-a-century snowstorm last winter. Ninety percent of the livestock froze to death. Ai Chemor, who stored food, was also occupied by the Rieldians. If the Kugit people continue to stay on the grassland, no one can survive this cold grassland winter.

The strange uncle Caesar Solon paused slightly, put on a helpless look, stretched out his hands and continued,

"The Kugit people just made a choice, Should I die or let others die!"

It was the first time that Fatty heard such an inside story. No wonder the Kugit people this year were so fearless and swept across the northern part of the kingdom like a raging fire. It turned out that they had been forced to the brink of extinction.

"Everyone rush out!"

The fat man thought of the Kugit commander who still fought hard in the face of despair, and the Kugit cavalrymen on the mountain road who jumped off their horses to open the life channel for their companions.

The initial hesitation was thrown out of the sky. Death never made Du Yu feel clear about his future at this moment.

“Yes, everyone has to live. If people die, everything is empty! There is hope only when we are alive.”