Realm of Power

retreat! retreat! retreat!

The Marquis of Issaheka, covered in mud and water, looked as embarrassed as a bereaved dog.

Under the escort of the last 500 Golden Fleece knights under his command, he ran towards his home base of Djerbo Castle with tears streaming down his face.

All six thousand knights under his command were wiped out, the Wings of the Golden Fleece heavy infantry collapsed, and the last killer, the Golden Fleece Knights, were burned into roast pigs by the hateful Samors using unknown mysterious weapons.

The despicable and rude Fatty Samour used a set of heavy punches to completely beat the confident Isahka to the ground, and she still hasn't reacted yet.

Is everything over like this? The family has been forbearing for decades and has finally accumulated a little wealth.

Was he burned to ashes by Fatty Samour?

"I am not convinced! I am a descendant of the Issa family, known as the last important minister of the kingdom, and I will not give in!"

Isahka roared in his heart, with tears streaming down his face, but the form was stronger than the person.

The Battle of Sambuga Hills, which shocked the entire south, was destined to crucify Ithaca on the cross of shame.

The muddy road greatly slowed down Isahka's retreat speed. In a panic, Isahka almost fell into the mud pit on the roadside several times.

On the hilly and muddy mountain road,

The 2,000 Samor light cavalry ambushed halfway, like tangled ghosts.

They sprang out from the forest, from the hillside, and from the depression below, like hungry wolves that had discovered their prey. Their blood-red eyes were fixed on the red double-ringed battle flag that was constantly shaking in front of them.

He was waving a shining sword in his hand and howling with excitement like a pack of wolves, indicating that he would not stop until Isahka's head was cut off.

Facing the Golden Fleece Knight who was far more powerful than themselves, the Samor light cavalry gave full play to their high-speed mobility and used their short crossbows to knock off the Golden Fleece Knight's hard shell bit by bit.

The Golden Fleece Knights, who lacked mobility, became the target of massacre in front of the short crossbows of the Samor Light Cavalry. The Golden Fleece Knights were overwhelmed by the flying crossbows and were unable to throw their heads.

If it weren't for the knight's shield on my back, I would have become a hedgehog full of arrows.

The short crossbow arrows kept flying from behind made Isahka miserable.

Even the two white crossbow arrows stuck in the buttocks of his own horse swayed up and down as he ran, like two waving white flags.

"No, if I keep going like this, I'm afraid I'll die before I even get back to Djelp!"

At the critical moment, the excellent genes that Isahka inherited from his ancestors finally awakened,

He shouted to the flag officer next to him with his arms.

"You immediately lead the others to run on the road, and the guards and I will break up the rear!"

I heard that the lord wanted to sever his wife, and now this situation is definitely a matter of life or death.

The 200 Golden Fleece Knights who accompanied them had a sense of justice. They took the blood-red double-ringed flag of the Isa family from the flag officer and led the pursuit of the Samour light cavalry along the road.

And Issahka took advantage of the turn when no one was paying attention, and ran up the fork in the inclined road with 50 knights of the guard.

"I won't let you go! Cunning Samors! Even if I die, I won't make it easy for you."

Isahka, who was galloping on the horse, cursed through gritted teeth,

The prey becomes the hunter, and the battle that must be won becomes a battle of shame.

The huge contrast filled Isaac's heart with regret, like a raging fire burning his soul.

Reminiscing about the fake news that the Samor people were "undefended tonight\

,"Like a hunting dog that sees a bone, it is easy to lure him out of his lair, Jalber Castle.

On the way, hundreds of nobles were killed inexplicably.

No matter how stupid you are, you will know that you have been tricked.

"Sir, which road should we take back to Djalber Fort!"

There were three forks in the mountain road ahead. The guards stopped their horses, turned around and asked.

"Going back to Jalber Castle?"

Isahka looked at the fork in front of the road, feeling bitter in her mouth.

The last time I came here was twenty years ago, when the high-spirited Isahka was just a noble heir to Jalber Castle.

Under the leadership of his father, the former old marquis, he went from here to Zivadin City to attend a noble banquet.

It was at this fork in the road that the old Marquis, full of thoughts, pointed his riding crop at the rolling hills below and gave instructions to the young Isaac.

"My son, you must remember what I said today. The Sambuga hills you see now are the natural barrier of Djalpo Fort and the only channel for north-south transportation in the Djalpo plain.

Whoever controls it will strangle the throat of Djerbo Fort! Who will strangle the future of the entire Isa family! "

His father's words are still fresh in his ears, but the natural barrier of the Issa family has been completely destroyed by him.

At this time, a grand and tragic picture appeared in Isahka's mind.

On the wide road of Sambuga, tens of thousands of wolf-like Samorian troops poured into the Djerbo plain, which was defenseless.

The Isa family, a prestigious family that has been passed down for hundreds of years, will be trampled on by the mud-stained feet of the Samorian country bumpkins with an indelible stigma.

The burning red double-ringed flag is falling from the top of Jalbo Fort

“After abandoning the Sambuga Hills and all the elite members of the Isa family, why would I go back to Jalbo Fort?

Do you want to carry the shame of a defeated person and the stigma of slaughtering nobles? Waiting for the hateful Samor to chop off your head? "

This thought made Issahka tremble, and his eyes swayed on the three forked roads ahead.

Finally, Isahka took off the heraldic ring representing power on her right hand with a firm face, pointed to the southernmost fork in the road and said

"From this mountain road to the south, you can bypass the city of Zhivadin and reach Zhiva Cheze further south. You should immediately take this coat of power to find the Dardanelle family in the south, my daughter Isamo Lil is learning etiquette from her grandmother, and from now on, she will be the new generation head of the Isa family! "

The guards were startled by Isaac's words and looked at Isaac with pale faces. From Isaac's words, the guards could hear a hint of despair!

"But, sir, what should you do? Samor's light cavalry is still wandering nearby. Without our protection, it would be too dangerous for my Lord to return to Jalbo Castle alone!"

"Me? I will become a mystery and a lingering nightmare in Fatty Samour's dream.

Even if I die, I will still stand here and protect the Sambuga Hills for the Isa family! "

Isahka looked at the confused guard, then turned his head and looked again at the broad Sambuga hills below.

"Haha... I hope that my death can bring back an Issa family with a clean reputation."

He laughed a few times with a sad face, and suddenly pulled out the knight's sword on his waist.

Before the guards had time to stop them, a cold light flashed from Isahka's throat,

The knight's sword in Isaac's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and blood mixed with muddy water flowed from Isaac's body.

The body of Isaac Heka, the great hero of the generation, fell straight to the ground.

"Why"

The Issa guards looked at each other and sighed, dug a big hole on the spot, buried Issa Heka, and then hurriedly ran towards the southernmost fork.

three days later

The 2,000-strong garrison of Djalpo Fort surrendered without a command, and the entire Djalpo plain area fell into the hands of Fatty Samor.

Just when the fat man was filled with joy, he was sorting out the items and land he was about to get.

A group of uninvited guests from Zhivacheze in the south stepped into the Samor Military Camp.

"Mediation? What do you mean?"

The fat man looked at the name card sent by the sentry and was stunned.

"Bah! I'm fighting with that old guy Isa to death. Who cares what happened to these Zhiva Cheze people? Why should they mediate? Believe it or not, I tied them all up for ransom!"

The fat man who reacted wanted to say this, but he held back the words.

The reason is very simple. This team of mysterious figures from Zhiva Cheze

I really can’t afford to offend fat people.

Because they come from the Dardanelle family, a powerful family in the south!