Realm of Power

"What's going on"

Marquis Harrison was frightened into a cold sweat by the cry of killing that came like rolling thunder. When his own guard captain was hit in the head with a mace by a cold man as tall as a bear, his blood mixed with brains and exploded. With a look on his face, Marquis Harrison's drunkenness completely turned into beads of sweat on his forehead. He couldn't think of anything. It doesn't make sense. Who would think of a sneak attack on Little Stone Fort? As the retreat for Fei Shan's main force of 300,000, Little Stone Fort is definitely a top priority in terms of strategic position. But on the other hand, Fei Shan's main force of 300,000 is definitely a top priority. With just one turn, you can easily crush the enemy attacking the small stone castle to death! So the small stone castle is impregnable, but the other party just happened to touch it.

"There are too many enemies, sir!" The adjutant desperately pulled Harrison Hou, who was completely stunned, back. The cold warriors' extremely violent close combat ability defeated Fei Shan's light infantry step by step. The swords and swords were flashing, and the blood was like sudden There was an explosion of water, and Fei Shan's soldier's sword hit the Cold Warrior's shoulder hard. A dazzling spark slipped out of the armor, and three or four stabbing spears penetrated the chest of this cold soldier. Blood flew to the people behind and stained with blood, but this cold soldier was still able to shake it off. He took out the mace in his hand and smashed the head of Marquis Harrison's guard captain. This was simply too powerful.

"Dang! Dang!" The bell on the fortress tower shook the earth, and several torches were thrown from the top of the city.

"Attention, the archers are ready." Archer Fei Shan raised his bow. The light of the torch immediately illuminated the countless cold warriors on the city wall like ants clinging to sugar cubes. Archer Fei Shan on the fortress tower. He didn't know which one to shoot. There were too many enemies. The archer loosened his bow string in panic, and the arrows flew away, seemingly lost in the sea of ​​people.

The cold warriors who rushed into the city wall were a massacre of Feishan people. Feishan's army only had 3,000 people, but faced the surprise attack of tens of thousands of the most elite cold warriors. They were beaten to the point of crying for their fathers and mothers before they even had time to form a queue. I woke up from my sleep, picked up my weapon and hurried towards the city wall. My eyes were full of enemies who came up from nowhere. There were swords and swords everywhere. Each of the enemies was as tall and strong as a bear in the mountains, with more ferocious weapons in their hands. It is invincible to those who block it. With a fierce sweep, even the shield can be shattered. The soldiers behind turned around and fell from the height. There were not many people on the city wall.

The weather is cold. The soldiers were hiding from the fire one by one. If they were suddenly attacked, they would be able to react. By the time they shuddered and picked up their weapons, most of the city wall had been controlled. Rush forward! "Take back the city wall." Marquis Harrison was in a state of embarrassment, his eyes were red, and he looked at his subordinates who had been driven down. After losing the small stone fort, no matter whether the army returned to kill all these enemies, he would not be able to escape the death penalty. Not caring about safety first, he picked up a knight's sword and rushed up with the retreating soldiers. The cold warrior's mace was stained with blood. Smashing it down hard, the oncoming Feishan soldiers were like two waves colliding head-on, causing countless splashing waves, and the fighting swords and guns splashed with bloody sparks! Under the heavy pressure, they were knocked down by the Coldland soldiers. On the ground. There was blood and mud under the feet, and the small stone fortress with three thousand loose defenders collapsed under the attack of cold warriors with dozens of times the number of people.

"Kakkakkak" The closed door of the small stone fortress opened from the inside to the outside. Besukaya drove the horse forward, the cold wind swept over his face, and blood filled the air.

"Your Highness, our army has captured the target!"

A stout middle-aged cold man in heavy armor knelt on one knee on the road to the entrance. Thousands of cold warriors knelt on one knee neatly and lined up on both sides from the city gate to the center, with faint torches. , blown by the night wind, whistling from the door From the beginning, there were corpses all over the ground. It could be seen that the Feishan people put up a desperate resistance here. The spikes on the maces of many cold warriors were still bloody. These maces were now laid flat on the ground by the soldiers. Everyone's face is full of piety

"Chief of the Luxor tribe, please get up, there is no need for this!" Besukaya rode a pure white horse and looked at the middle-aged man with a confused face. Luxor is the cold land Rasu. The leader of the Er tribe is also the only one who came in response to the empire’s call this time. The leaders of the six large cold-land tribes are no worse than themselves in terms of status. They are also considered heroes in the north. Of the 30,000 cold-land armies, a full 6,000 are Rasul warriors. These He is the true elite of the tribe and the backbone of the 30,000-strong Coldland Army.

"Your Highness, please take back the title you just gave me." Luxor said with a shrewd look in his eyes, "Have you forgotten that just last month, our Rasul tribe was included in the Besu tribe's agreement? Now Luxor is no longer the clan leader, but an elder of the Besu clan. It is appropriate to pay this tribute to Her Royal Highness. Of course, thanks to Her Royal Highness the Queen's intervention this time, our Rasul tribe can enjoy the same opportunity as the Besu tribe to build a city in the north of Obaro. It may be just a matter of words to Her Royal Highness the Queen. But for the Rasul tribe, this is by no means inferior and a grace that gives the tribe rebirth! "

"Elder Luxor said something serious. I just did what a Northlander should do. If possible, who doesn't want his people to live in peace?"

With a smile on her face, Besukaya got off her horse and helped Luxor up in person. Luxor's entire clan was included in the Besu clan, which was the most sensational event in the Northland this year. The Rasul clan itself is a large clan in the cold area. , the whole tribe has a population of more than 90,000, of which 30,000 are young and strong. Such a force is definitely a powerful force in the cold land. The territory of the Rasul tribe is also considered to be in the north in the cold land. East Ailai Since the Beisu tribe received support from the empire, their strength has suddenly increased, attracting the support of many small tribes. However, there is no such big tribe as Sural. This is regarded as a sign that the Beisu tribe has truly become the first tribe in the cold region. The population of the Besu tribe, which has absorbed the Rasul tribe, has exceeded 300,000 in one fell swoop, which is almost three-fifths of the entire population of the cold region.

"A land of peace?" Luxor said excitedly, "For us who are faced with the cold wind of the boundless ice field as soon as we open our eyes, where can there be a place of peace? For the food of the tribe, we need to fight the beasts on the ice field, and for the tribe To survive, we need to fight the enemy, but even so, a large number of people still die every winter. If we want peace, we must leave the ice sheet. I know that the princess is very clear about the purpose of my clan's joining us, and she is rushing to move here. I originally thought that the princess would refuse, but I admire her generosity. Not only did she allow our clan to trade with the inland like the Besu clan, He also gave us the power to build one of the three forts in the north of Oparo. From that moment on, I, the Rasul clan, are the loyal subordinates of Her Royal Highness the Queen!"

"Did you hear something?"

Besukaya's hand trembled slightly, and her slender phoenix-like eyes flashed with depth. Luxor said that the Rasul tribe would be loyal to themselves, not to the Besu tribe. This is a problem in itself. She is the princess of the Besu tribe, but with the expansion of the Besu tribe and the continuous absorption of new tribes, the Besu tribe is no longer as single as before.

The absorbed tribal leaders automatically become elders, and in the absence of the princess, the affairs of the Beisu tribe are decided according to the elders' deliberations, and there are many elders. If everything is complicated, problems will inevitably arise for the benefit of the respective tribes. For example, when leaving this time, the great elder of the Beisu tribe hinted at himself. The population of the Beisu tribe is increasing, their influence is growing, and there are more and more affairs. It is no longer controllable by just one great elder. Therefore, the Presbyterian Council wants to establish a few more affairs elders. In fact, to put it bluntly, it wants to evade the power of the princess and enshrine the princess Besucaya. The real power lies with the elders

"It's nothing, I just can't stand what some people do. A wolf that bites its master after being fed should be killed early!" Luxor's face looked a little ferocious, and he whispered, "As long as Her Royal Highness the Queen says a word , I, the Sural tribe, are willing to take the lead for the princess!”

"There has just been peace in the North, let's wait and see!" Besukaya sighed. "I know you are a famous hero in the North. Because it was proposed by the great elder, Besukaya did not refuse. The elders wanted There is nothing wrong with my idea. Anyone who has not been on the ice sheet for a long time will have such an idea."

"Actually, Besu Kaya herself doesn't care about the power of the Besu tribe. After seeing the vastness of the sky, who would care about the splendor of a cloud? Besu Kaya's ideal has always been in the north, not Besu Kaya. The Sioux people, I was a student of the Duoce sect, and was influenced by the theory of the Duocese parliamentary system. Besukaya also wanted to see if this kind of Presbyterian Church, which was similar to the earliest parliamentary system, could be implemented in the cold regions of the north?

"Moreover, the current situation in the North is becoming more and more serious. The news from the north is worrying. The East Ailei people may move south in large numbers again."

Luxor said, "I have heard about it too. I heard that it is not for expansion, but for escape. Some refugees who came from the East Ailai area brought panicking news. They are regarded as the holy sea by the East Ailai people." The Caspian Sea, which never freezes, froze, and it was in the most unlikely month of June. The people of East Ireland were frightened. This was rumored for three hundred years. It is a precursor to the coming of a big cold wave. The legend that everything will die under a big cold wave has been heard since childhood. I heard that there will be a big cold wave every three hundred years. By then, the weather will become colder and all the water will change. It turned into ice, even the Austin Sea was the same. At that time, only the tribes that desperately migrated to the south had a chance to survive."

"So we don't have time for civil strife! If they want to give it a try, they have to stop the Dong Ailai people first." Besukaya quickly got on her horse and galloped past with a dozen of her subordinates.

"Patriarch, do you think Her Royal Highness really doesn't care at all?" A young warrior kneeling on the ground came to Luxor, who was thinking about something, and whispered.

"Having seen the vastness of the sky, would you still care about the splendor of a cloud?"

Luxor rolled his eyes at him and muttered to himself, showing a hint of realization, "Yes, Her Royal Highness is a disciple of the Falcon Emperor. Even if she does not return to the North, she is still the first-class noble in the empire. She is the only one in the North." Only those local bumpkins take their little bit of power so seriously. As long as they have the backing Falcon Emperor, the control of the Northland is firmly in his hands. With the cold wave coming, the power of life and death is in the hands of the princess. Those guys from the Beisu tribe are just clowns. The most suitable way is to sit on the sidelines and watch with cold eyes. Who will do it then? It’s clear who is the good guy and who is the bad guy!”

I originally wrote 4,000 words, but I lost it due to improper operation, and I rushed through 3,000 words overnight. Alas. . . . Luck is Ugly (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!

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