Realm of Power

The night was like a shadow, and the wind carried water vapor from the river. After traveling in a hurry in the middle of the night, Fatty finally reached the defense line of the Biang River. The Black Forest coalition camp below was still unaware of the coming danger.

"Come, let's have another drink in order to win the Umutuo tomorrow!"

The camp was crowded with people, and all kinds of noises were coming and going. Everyone was celebrating. The faces of the patriarchs were all filled with excitement, and they kept raising their glasses and drinking them down. Even Punk, the leader of the Punk clan, who was always steady, was filled with people. Pasteur was also unable to refuse, and the patriarchs of various tribes took turns to drink more than a dozen glasses of wheat beer. There was wheat bubbles floating on the corners of his mouth, and his drunken eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes.

Different from his excited expression, Ferrandir's face sitting next to him became increasingly ugly. As the banquet entered, Ferrandir was unable to drink because of injuries on his body.

The unscrupulous remarks made by those drunken patriarchs made him feel very harsh, especially when they talked about the last battle of Umutuo, they made him feel on pins and needles. Every word was like a whip, whipping hard on his heart. On the self-esteem that is higher than others,

"I'm feeling a little unwell. For more exciting novels, please go and kiss...!" Ferrandir, who was sitting next to Punk Pasteur, finally stood up and said with a pale face. His five fingers were clenched too tightly. With exertion, it has turned slightly white

Ferrandir stood up unsteadily and looked as if he was about to leave the table angrily. Several clan leaders who felt that they had made a mistake quickly stood up and advised, "Advisor, don't be angry. Everyone has drunk too much. Don't take it personally!" But Fei Lanthier's insistent attitude. The atmosphere of the banquet suddenly became awkward

"You really don't know how to praise me!" Punk Pasteur looked at Ferrandier's back, and a cold flash flashed in his drunken eyes. "This man. After all, he is not from the Black Forest." Thinking of this, his expression also seemed a little indifferent. point

The reason why he relied on Ferandier before was mainly because he wanted to rely on this person's identity and wisdom to help him defeat the Su Ke tribe, his biggest opponent in the Black Forest. Ferandier did live up to his hopes. In just half a month, Within a few months, he used both soft and hard tactics to bribe Kasa, the second elder of the Suk tribe. He also used his own hands to poison the chief elder of the Su Ke tribe with chronic poison, thus evading the power of Su Ke Bailing, who had not yet become the leader of the tribe, and forcing the inexperienced Su Ke Bailing to take the initiative to request an alliance with the Punk tribe.

If it hadn't been for the accident that night, the Punk clan might have taken advantage of the murder of Suk Bailing, and with the presence of the second elder Kasa, they could have annexed the entire Suk clan without any effort. Unfortunately, the plan was disrupted by a mysterious figure who suddenly appeared. Not only did Su Kebailing get away, but his own son was also involved. This made Punk Pasteur feel very dissatisfied.

But on the other hand. As a descendant of the prophet, Ferrandir revealed the news that there was a treasure of the prophet in Ulanto. Sure enough, he immediately gained support from other tribes in the Black Forest. Such methods had to arouse the vigilance of Punk Pasteur.

This Ferrandir's ability is so outstanding.

The blood of the prophet is vividly reflected in him, and his nature is to achieve his goals. A ruthless person who is unscrupulous. Such a person can be a sharp sword against the enemy, or he can also become a serious nuisance to himself.

"In this case, please help yourself, military advisor! Someone, send the military advisor down to rest!" Punk Pasteur yelled to the side with a big tongue, as if he didn't know that these unpleasant words had hurt his military.

Several punk servants came over

"No need, I can still walk by myself!" Ferrandier stood up angrily. Pasteur's attitude made him feel very angry. Everyone could see that saying he was uncomfortable was just a way to express his dissatisfaction. Unfortunately, His method obviously made Pasteur automatically ignore that he had worked so hard to help the Punk clan ascend to the throne of the first clan in the Black Forest. Is the reward he received just this kind of attitude?

With his departure, the clan leaders began to appear more careless. In any case, the people who can appear here now are all natives of the Black Forest, and this man in black robe is obviously an outsider.

The Black Forest has been able to exist for hundreds of years, and its exclusion from outsiders has always been very obvious. Otherwise, it would not have become an extremely dangerous and terrifying place among Salander's people. It's just that Punk Pasteur valued this person very much. for the sake of

The clan chiefs of each tribe are somewhat respectful, but that's just for face. In their traditional and critical eyes, this black robe is an ominous sign, and some people even call him "the ominous crow" in private.

"What a nasty guy. If Patriarch Pasteur hadn't taken him in, he would still be wandering somewhere now!" A drunken patriarch said in an excited tone.

"Who says it's not? He's just an outsider! I don't know what qualifications he has to sit here!" Another clan leader agreed. Because he always wore black robes, he gave people an unfathomable look, which reminded him of the white robes. Let three thousand Sukes hunt each day The ambush that wiped out the whole cavalry army was the work of this man. The clan leaders of all clans have always feared this man more than they liked him. When they saw his slightly lonely figure disappearing into the crowd in the distance at the end, the look on his face was even more disturbing. More of a disdain,

"Cheers, for victory!" There were drunken shouts everywhere, officers walking around holding wine glasses, and soldiers dripping drunkenly on the ground. The one who couldn't blend in with these lively atmosphere was Ferrandir. Wearing a black robe, he walked among the military camps, surrounded by people, but he felt extremely lonely. Although the entire camp was brightly lit, the soldiers deliberately ignored his presence.

This is mainly because his black robe with a strong sense of mystery and ominousness always gives people an indescribable feeling, like an invisible layer of fog, shrouding this mysterious black robe. They are all subconsciously avoiding him

"It's really ridiculous. I am an ominous person outside, but in the Black Forest, I am still an ominous person! Has the bloodline of the prophet fallen to such a situation?" A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Ferrandir's mouth, and his lonely figure stood in front of him. In a corner of the camp, holding a wine glass. For more exciting novels, please go to Xu, silently staring at the celebrating crowd, with loneliness in his eyes. No one talked to him. All the Black Foresters warily kept their distance from him. There was wariness in his eyes.

Occasionally, some noisy drunks approached and wanted to talk to this strange guy. When they saw his black robe, they immediately stopped and turned around as if they had seen a ghost. The noisy crowd, food, music, wine,... All of this has nothing to do with him. This is a world that does not belong to him.

This is the celebration of the victors, but he is a failure. in the words of these people. No matter how you express your loyalty, you do not belong in the Black Forest.

"It's lively, isn't it?"

A figure walked over from the shadows next to him and raised his glass of wine to him.

"It's you!" Ferrandir's face was slightly stunned, and his pupils shrank slightly. He remembered that this person was called Duan Nukas, the leader of the Dures tribe. At the banquet just now, he deliberately asked about the treasure of Prophet Ferran, forcing Punk Pasteur to throw himself out to stabilize the hearts of various clan leaders, which was equivalent to revealing the news about himself in the Punk clan to everyone. The sequelae it brings are not without trouble. This person has ulterior motives. Are you an enemy or a friend?" Ferrandir frowned slightly, his heart suddenly raised.

"Why don't you have a drink? Tomorrow you can enter the dreamy Ebony Tower!" Duane Newcastle said calmly, his eyes flashing like flames. "Your Excellency Ferrandier, my There’s nothing wrong with that title! “

"You are not the same. The promise given to the nobles will be fulfilled soon!" Ferrandir responded coldly. The Dures tribe ranked sixth in the Black Forest. And this Duane Nukas is also known as the best leader of the Dures tribe.

It is said that it has only been 4 years since he inherited the position of patriarch, and he has already made the originally unknown Dures tribe stand out from the various tribes in the Black Forest. There are faint signs of a rising star. And 4 years ago, this Duan Nukas No one has ever mentioned the whereabouts of the clan leader. The reason why he agreed to send troops this time is It was for a mountainous area bordering Umutuo. The location of that mountainous area was not very good. It was basically wasteland that was difficult to cultivate. Therefore, Ferrandir had always been suspicious of the Dures tribe using this as an excuse to join the coalition. attitude, but one more ally is better than one more enemy,

"Haha, each other, but our clan is not completely ignorant of the prophet's treasure!" Sensing the unkindness from Ferrandir, Duan turned the corner of Cass's mouth and smiled, not paying attention to Ferrandir's indifference. , smiled

"At least I know that there is no prophetic treasure in Umutuo, so if we capture Umutuo tomorrow and don't find the so-called treasure, it may not be a very pleasant thing for you."

"Why do you think so? Everyone knows that the prophet was exiled together with the Holy Lady Umutuo. If the prophet's burial place is there, it is most likely that it must be the city of Umutuo built by the saint!"

"Haha, what a naive idea!" Duane Tucas curled his lips in disdain and said with bright eyes. "Although you are a direct descendant of the prophet, when the prophet was exiled, his pregnant wife was Salander." high nobles and received royal pardon, so for the prophet It is completely forgivable not to know what happened in the last years. What I can tell you is that the prophet was not with the saint in Umutuo in the end, but with his most trusted personal bodyguard, Moya Che. , Moyache, the Muyake tribe, don’t you have a lot of insights!”

"Who are you? How do you know this?"

Ferrantier's body trembled slightly, and he looked at Duan Nukas, who had a leisurely look, with incredible eyes. Many events of Ferrantier's prophet had been deliberately erased by the later Sky Temple over hundreds of years. Even he, a direct descendant, only learned from what was passed down orally from his ancestors that when Prophet Ferran was exiled, his wife was pardoned because of her status as a Salander noble.

As for the Prophet's whereabouts after his exile, even his direct descendants don't know.

The reason why he determined that it was in Umutuo was because according to family rumors, the sky saint Umutuo, who had a firm trust in the prophet and was unwilling to change her original intention, was also exiled at the time.

"My name is Duane Newcastle! You know this, but there is another surname you don't know, Subisili Umutuo." Duane Newcastle looked up at the full moon above his head, his eyes flickered, and he responded lightly. road

"You are a descendant of the Saint!" Ferrandir was speechless for a moment in shock.

"Okay, I don't have much time. I'm just here to tell you to leave here right away." Duan Nukas said solemnly, "Because of your stupid self-righteous attack. You have angered a person who shouldn't be provoked. This is a civil strife in the Black Forest, let them take responsibility for it. You are not from the Black Forest, so there is no need to get involved!"

"You mean the Emperor?" Ferrandir laughed dumbly, paused in his voice, and said firmly, "It's impossible, even if the news of the war reaches the Emperor. Including the time for them to assemble their troops, it will take at least 5 days. By then, everything had settled."

"So what? Can you defend Umutuo in front of 100,000 imperial troops?" Duane Nukas finally persuaded, "Or just like the old Pasteur who was bewitched and was carried away, encourage other parties to Do you want to fight against the empire together? Don’t be kidding, even if you mobilize everyone in the Black Forest, you can’t win this battle with great disparity in strength!

"Haha, I never said I would guard Umutuo!"

To his surprise, Ferrandir sneered. He said, "The reason why I insist on going to Umutuo is just for an answer. This is very important to my Felan family."

"What's the answer?" Duane Nukas asked unexpectedly.

Ferrandir raised his head and looked at the sky solemnly. After being silent for a while, he said, "For hundreds of years, outsiders have thought that our Feilan family is very prosperous. In fact, a few people know that we endure humiliation and bear the burden and appear to be prosperous. In fact, we have always been secretly suppressed by the royal family and the temple. Every day, we have been suppressed by the royal family and the temple. None of the heirs of the generation lived past the age of thirty, either suddenly dying of poison or going mad and miserably.

This is what the Prophet of Light, Ferran, left to us. He made himself shine like a star on everyone, but let his descendants live in hell. The royal family and the temple have never given up monitoring the Ferran family. They are afraid of Prophet Ferran. What will descendants of the family detect from the family records,

I don't understand why this is, why the prophet who led the Salander people to fight for the light eventually brought such miserable results to his descendants! For this reason, I even put aside my status as a descendant of the prophet and joined the temple as a low-level priest, in order to know the historical truth from the temple’s ancient records. Unfortunately, all I got was some information that was used by the saints. The palace has tampered with the truth.”

"It's ridiculous, isn't it?" Ferrandir looked ferocious, exuding a strong hatred, and said, "But for our family, this is indeed extremely heavy, and it is something that has been weighing on us since we were born.

I once had three brothers. They were all imprisoned by the temple for various reasons because of their efforts to pursue the truth. In the end, they died one by one.

Their biggest wish before they die is to know what kind of person the real ancestor Feilan is.

They used their blood and lives to steal a royal secret file, which recorded one thing. Under the ground of Umutuo City, there was a temple of the Saint! That's why the royal family has always wanted to destroy Umutuo,

"Similarly, there is the answer I want to know there!" Ferrandir's voice stopped. If you could see through the hood that covered your face, you would see two lines of crystal clear tears flowing down his white cheeks.

"Just for this, are you going to drag tens of thousands of Black Forest people into the water?" Duan Nukas looked strange, and his voice stopped and said, "Actually, there is nothing there, it's just the ruins of an empty palace. , The real thing has been burned due to the civil strife of the Su Ke tribe. I am afraid that you will be very disappointed if you deliberately want to know."

"But there's still an intact statue of the Prophet there, isn't it?"

Ferrantier interrupted him suddenly, clenched his hands into fists, and said sternly with blood-red eyes, "That's enough. I am the last descendant of the Ferran family. I have brought the Ferran family with me for hundreds of years." Coming from countless irritations,

Just like the black robe on my body, now that I have entered hell, I have no intention of walking out of the black forest alive. Even if I die, I will question the guy who brought disaster to all descendants, why, why is this happening! "

"Why are you doing this?" Duannuokas shook his head. As a descendant of the first-generation saint, he did not expect that the history of the Felan family would be so bloody. Compared with the descendants of the exiled saint, at least Dures ethnic groups can still have certain freedoms

"Since I have taken ninety-nine steps, I will not give up the last step!" Ferrandir said resolutely.

"Okay, go to your Saint's Temple!" Duane Newcastle glanced at him solemnly. He took out a small square buckle from his arms and threw it to Ferrandier. "This is the key to the Temple of the Saint. In fact, there is really nothing there. If there is anything, it will only be the howling cold wind that cannot answer you. Good luck!"

"What about you? Aren't you going to Umutuo?" Ferrangel unexpectedly caught the square buckle thrown over and took a look. There were a few weird numbers written on it, like some kind of password.

"I'm leaving!" Duane Nukas took a deep breath and said, "It's like what I just said. Your attack has alarmed the Falcon Army. If I am not wrong in my estimation, the Falcon Army should I have noticed your plan to attack Wumutuo!"

Duan Carnus looked at the rolling river not far away and said, "I don't want to get involved in this trouble. There is no turning back after crossing the Biang River. I have already ordered my men to set off and return. The reason why I am still here Coming to see you is just a wish of the first-generation saint!"

"What wish?" This time it was Ferrandir's turn to look surprised.

"It's nothing... It's just a grudge between two love rivals!" Duane twisted Cass's lips and smiled bitterly, shrugging helplessly. He didn't say anything, but the look on his face said everything.

"It turns out that the saint is also a woman!" Ferrandir laughed knowingly. He finally knew why Duane Nukas had been targeting him before. What was this?

"Hundreds of years of resentment, forget it. Let's end it!" Duan Nukas shook his head, seeming quite emotional. I was also embarrassed, turned around and left, disappearing into the noisy crowd in the distance.

"Yes, hundreds of years of resentment must come to an end!" Ferrandir's eyes moved to the distant sky, which was full of stars. It seems that the deep sky can never be seen through. Hundreds of years ago, the same starry sky covered the heads of our ancestors. The vicissitudes of life in the world are just the blink of an eye, and no one is immortal. The only thing that can remain eternal is the starlight above our heads at this moment. Human beings have always been looking forward to eternity. This is the potential of human beings.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of the awareness of their own ephemerality that human beings hope to create a career that can be passed down after death! Famous kings and heroes have created a glorious dynasty that has been passed down for hundreds of years. The heroes have made great achievements in recording their names. But what exactly is the legacy left by their ancestors?

"What a lively scene!"

Someone let out a sigh. In the forest not far away, the fat man stared at the brightly lit Black Forest rebel camp below. He tightened his grip on the horse's reins. Sure enough, as he expected, he won the great victory over the Biang River. The Black Forest rebels have completely lost their due vigilance, and there was nothing to be vigilant about in the first place. The Suk hunter cavalry that worried the coalition the most has been completely annihilated, and Bion, the entrance to the great oasis, has fallen into their hands.

As for Umutuo, it must be in chaos at the moment. In order to avoid the advance of the coalition forces, they are evacuating from Umutuo in a panic.

The current Black Forest coalition forces are very optimistic that the coalition forces can arrive at the city of Umutuo tomorrow. The main force of the Su Ke tribe has been annihilated in one battle. The future is bright. Umutuo, who has no resistance, is waving enthusiastically.

In just a few days, you can get a large amount of Su Ke people's treasure. It is a very cost-effective thing no matter how you look at it. Unfortunately, your footsteps stop here! "Facing the lonely moonlight above his head, the fat man's eyes flashed with determination.

He moved his fingers to the hilt of the knife at his waist, and with a crisp sound of drawing the knife, the light blue Samor sword flashed and was raised high against the moonlight.

At this moment, the cold, watery moonlight seemed to be covered with a faint layer of red, which was a sign of wind. As the blue light fell, the earth shook slightly, and countless black shadows swarmed out of the dense forest like arrows.

"Kill!" Like a ghost that suddenly appeared in the dark night, the ground rumbled as the attack queue of seven thousand falcon cavalry stepped on. As countless cavalry spears were raised, the gloomy, dark cavalry wings spread rapidly and lifelessly. Opening, the crackling and harsh sound of horse hooves rolled in like thunder, like a whirlwind crashing into the camp below, sweeping and destroying everything in the way.

The fences, tents, houses, people and horses of the Black Forest Allied Forces were destroyed like paper. The Black Forest soldiers who were fleeing for their lives let out a scream of death and were swept under the hooves of the horses by this steel torrent.

Finally, Chapter of the Black Forest is finally concluded. . . It's too difficult to write

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