Realm of Power

After passing through the winding mountain road in the Sodalai Hills, the hills ahead suddenly changed. The dense dark green vegetation on both sides of the mountain road was replaced by dry brown loess slopes. The humid feeling in the south suddenly became hot and dry.

The loess in the sky was spinning in the dry wind and dust. The dry air from the northern ocean, like the invading Kugit people, blew the dry yellow sand from the loess in the western desert of the Kugit grassland to the Sodalai Hills in the middle of the kingdom. The Kugit people who came with the yellow sand claimed that this was a gift from the mother of the earth to the Kugit warriors, while the Vikia people who regarded themselves as descendants of the snow mountain contemptuously called it the "yellow peril"

The yellow sand particles that came in the face only poured into the gaps in Du Yu's clothes, choking Du Yu to cough, his fat face was scratched with tears, and his fat mouth kept spitting out sand, and his face was covered with dust. The fat man would have fallen off his horse long ago if he hadn't followed the example of the northern cavalrymen who called themselves knights and wrapped his head with his linen clothes, leaving only his eyes.

"Hoo, hoo, I'm almost suffocating."

Du Yu bent over the horse's back with a painful face, breathing heavily, occasionally spitting sand from his mouth like a fish spitting bubbles. The galloping just now almost made Du Yu, who was only riding a horse outside his castle, almost suffocate. The large amount of yellow sand that poured in from the gaps in his clothes made Du Yu's already fat body look even more "swollen."

"What's going on? Why did they stop in front? Don't they know they are in a hurry now?"

Fortunately, the dusty area this time was not large. After running for more than an hour, he finally saw the yellow and green ground in front. Du Yu was not happy yet, and found that the galloping horse team in front suddenly stopped Come down,

"Sir, there is a checkpoint of the local lord ahead"

Crolissat next to him panted heavily, pointed his finger at the entrance of the trade road ahead and responded, his face was as pale as a piece of white paper. Born as a mountain hunter, Crolisat's horsemanship was not much better than the fat man. If it weren't for his agility, Crolisat was almost shaken off by the galloping warhorse under his crotch

"Sir, this should be the tax checkpoint set up by the local lords of Sartodo County on the trade road. We need to pay taxes before we can pass"

Du Yu curiously stretched his head to see two cypress bars as thick as thighs across the trade road ahead. A row of simple fences built with broken wooden boards blocked the way forward tightly. Behind the fence, there were a dozen people wearing tattered leather armor and looking like farmers. They were looking around at this team that suddenly came from the wandering Cavalry galloping out of the yellow sand

"Tax card?" Du Yu was stunned for a moment when he heard Krolisat's words. Thinking that he had come all the way to this broken place to fight the Kugits and was charged, the fat man who never did business at a loss was angry. The anger that had been suppressed in his heart when he passed through the yellow sand section just now burst out, and he shouted at Krolisat next to him

"I'm going to help them fight the Kugits, and they dare to ask me for money! Come with me to see which idiot is so bold"

The fat man rode his horse from the back of the team to the front fence with a cold face. He saw a middle-aged nobleman wearing white trimmings and standing in front of the wooden roadblock with a dozen peasant soldiers wearing broken leather armor with an arrogant face. He counted the number of horsemen behind him with his fingers and muttered in a low voice, "211., 213,... "

The sandstorm in front of them blew the fat man's cavalrymen into dust and dirt, and their bodies were covered with a thick layer of sand. They looked so miserable that they didn't look like an army at all. The middle-aged nobles mistook them for the nobles who had fled from the south.

The middle-aged nobles felt very happy when they saw these nobles from the north who used to be so high and mighty swallowing their anger in front of them.

"You, that's you, the fat man"

Seeing the fat man's unique figure coming forward from behind the horse team, the middle-aged nobles realized that the fat man should be the leader of this horse team. , he stopped muttering, pointed at the fat man with contempt, and shouted arrogantly in a voice like a drake

"You are passing through the territory of the Marquis of Hesarok. According to the "Law of the Lord of the Kingdom", each of you needs to pay a small silver Luke as a protection fee"

The middle-aged noble paused for a moment, and continued to the fat man with a sly look

"Each of your horses needs to pay a large silver Luke, and we will guarantee your safety in the territory of the Marquis of Hesarok according to the decree"

"As long as I give you money, can you really guarantee our safety? "

The fat man looked at the middle-aged nobles who were gesticulating below, suppressing his anger. His red fat face looked even cuter. This silly look made Krolisat next to him feel cold.

"The cuter this fat man laughs, the more ruthless he is. This guy is going to be in big trouble."

"Yes, yes, as long as you give me money, everything else is not a problem. You have to believe in the strength of our Hesaroka family. We are a big family with a 500-man legion. Even the Kugits who are rampant in the north dare not provoke us. Without the protection of our Hesaroka family, the Kugits will definitely chop off your heads. You've made a lot of money by spending money to avoid disaster."

The middle-aged noble who had not yet felt that he was about to be in trouble responded with a smirk. His right hand was very skillful in gesturing the way the Kugits chopped people. He was secretly happy that he was about to make a lot of money.

"These nobles are like this. As long as they mention the fierce Kugits, everything is easy to say."

In fact, this is not the territory of the Marquis of Hesaroka at all. It is just that the nobles of Satdo were killed and ran away under the attack of the Kugits. In other words, the Hesaroka family in the south relied on their men to have a little bit of control. The troops still dared to stay here. They saw a large number of northern refugees fleeing from here to the south some time ago. They had the idea to set up checkpoints in these unowned lands and made a fortune.

"I am a traveling knight. How much does it cost for so many of us? Can it be less? You also know that the annual income this year is not good."

The fat man turned his head in embarrassment, looked at the cavalry behind him, and gestured with his hands in embarrassment, just like a northern nobleman who was embarrassed to flee but wanted to maintain his dignity.

"Okay, just give me 400 big silver coins."

The middle-aged nobleman smiled knowingly on his face, stretched out his four fingers and waved them in front of the fat man's horse. This kind of nobleman who wanted to save face had seen too many things. He was obviously going to the south to escape, but also to travel to the knights. As long as he was willing Give me money, and I won’t stop you even if you go to find the Kugits and kill them.

"Only 400 big silver coins! It makes me worry so much."

The middle-aged noble breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the fat man's face on the horse. He patted his chest with his right hand, and then took out a leopard skin wallet with dozens of small gems ornately inlaid on the surface from his bucket-like waist. , there was a crisp sound of metal "clattering" colliding inside.

The middle-aged aristocrat was dazzled by the treasure inlaid with precious stones dazzling in the bright sunshine. Looking at the valuable gems on the surface of the wallet and hearing the heavy and wonderful business coming from inside, the middle-aged aristocrat couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart.

"This is a big fish that is too fat to keep getting fatter."

This extravagant money bag was the most eye-catching thing that Fatty saw among the belongings that Fatty brought back from Croissant yesterday. According to Fatty,

"A man's courage is his money bag. A man must have a cool money bag." The fat man naturally hid this "eye-catching" thing.

"Come on, these are all yours!"

Seeing the remorseful middle-aged nobleman below, the fat man knew that his prey had taken the bait, and shook his money bag at the middle-aged nobleman below, which made the middle-aged nobleman below's eyes flash with greed.

"These are all mine!"

Hearing what the fat man said immediately, the middle-aged noble below could no longer restrain his greedy desires. His eyes were crazy and he stretched out his hand towards the money bag in the fat man's hand as if possessed by a demon, wishing he could hold the money bag in his hands.

"Ah" the middle-aged nobleman who rushed towards the money bag suddenly let out a shrill scream. His whole body was kicked out by the violent force, and his body rolled to the ground. The hand reaching for the fat man's money bag was twisted strangely, and his hand bones were ridden. The fat man on the horse was kicked to death

"Fuck your grandma, you dare to ask me for money, I am the ancestor of the car gangster and road hog!"

The fat man was like an angry fat bear in hibernation. He jumped off the horse and stepped hard on the deformed palm of the middle-aged nobleman. The middle-aged nobleman screamed in pain. It's like a high-spirited and low-pitched tenor song, which is several levels higher than the drake-like voice just now. It almost tears everyone's ears. Even the most famous tenors in the kingdom feel ashamed when they hear it.

The surrounding peasants and soldiers could clearly hear the crisp cracking sound of the bones under the fat man's feet, but looking at the gleaming blades in the hands of the nearby cavalry, no one dared to step forward to rescue the middle-aged noble. The mouse pinned to the ground screamed and howled when it was trampled by a humanoid violent bear.

"You are so unbeaten and yet you still imitate others and act like road bullies. It's really embarrassing for road bullies! If your fat man hadn't had time today, I would have destroyed both of your hands!"

The fat man saw the middle-aged nobleman who had passed out, and kicked the middle-aged nobleman's completely broken palm with his foot. He found that the middle-aged nobleman had really fainted from the pain, and then he looked at the body covered with unwillingness. The rustic middle-aged nobleman spat.

Looking at the nameless cavalry team rolling away, the peasants and soldiers at the checkpoint carefully dragged the unconscious middle-aged noble to the shade of the roadside.

"Don't fight, don't fight..."

Sprinkling water and pushing on the chest. After a while, the middle-aged noble vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and then he woke up staggeringly. His arms immediately subconsciously blocked the left and right sides, and the cracked hand bones caused pain to the middle-aged noble. The muscles on my face were twitching,

"Where's the fat guy?"

The severe pain made the middle-aged noble sober up, and he realized that he was surrounded by his peasants and soldiers. It seemed that the violent fat man had left. Thinking that no peasants and soldiers had saved him just now, his teeth itched with hatred.

"He ran away, but don't worry, sir, we remember that fat man's name."

A peasant soldier who was supporting the middle-aged nobleman nodded with pride, hoping that his outstanding performance would save him from retaliation. This middle-aged nobleman is famous for his retribution. Last time, a farmer accidentally cursed The "skin-picking ghost" was hanged on a notice board in the center of the town and beaten to death by a middle-aged nobleman in front of the whole village.

"Oh, you remember his name? What's his name?"

The middle-aged nobles also felt very strange. In the past, it was better for these vulgar peasant soldiers to remember the name of a noble than to let them do hard work. Those difficult-to-pronounce noble names were like esoteric words to these simple peasants. The curse

"He called the Car Bandit Roadhog, and all of us heard it! If you don't believe me, you can ask them."

Seeing the middle-aged nobleman's unbelieving look, the peasant soldier behind him became anxious and pointed at all his companions around him and said confidently. The peasant soldier didn't know how he could remember this strange name, but he just felt that this name was very powerful, very cool, and very satisfying.

When this name was mentioned, everyone remembered the miserable scene of the middle-aged nobleman in front of them being tortured by a human-shaped violent bear.

"Yes, he is called Che Bandit Road Bully!" All the peasant soldiers looked at each other and nodded vigorously.