Realm of Power

The bright moon is in the sky, and the silvery moonlight is floating down, illuminating the vast grasslands of the vast earth. The hazy light of the new moon is printed on the ink-colored grass, giving Fatty a dreamlike unreality.

Next to the caravan's grocery cart, a bright bonfire illuminated the surroundings.

Everyone in the caravan was sitting around the fire, and an alluring aroma spread in the air.

Golden oil beads roll down from the delicate and smooth roast lamb.

dripping onto the blazing bonfire below,

Let out a seductive squeaking sound,

This roasted lamb was specially bought by the fat man from the herdsmen he met on the road. It was also regarded as a kind of bribe to the innocent girl Mao Molan.

The crazy girl's careless entanglement gave the Vekia Falcon, who had defeated countless enemies, a headache.

"I hope this fat sheep can stop the crazy girl's mouth!" The fat man looked at Mao Molan, who was jumping around in front of the sheep roasting fire, with a depressed smile on his lips.

This crazy girl is so capable that she almost broke the fat man's secrets several times.

In order to deceive others, all the guards replaced their swords with ordinary knight's swords. The guards' armor and short crossbows were stored under the floor of Fatty's carriage.

I don’t know how this crazy girl discovered it. Fortunately, it was just used as an ordinary smuggling weapon, otherwise the fat man wouldn’t know how to get around it.

However, the fat man soon regretted it. Evil people will be punished by evil people!

"Fat man! Come here, we have roast sheep tonight!" The fat man saw the girl Mao Mo Allen waving to him happily from a distance. His father, the caravan leader Mao Mo Wenlis, was holding a handful of The sharp little horn knife is neatly cutting off the roasted mutton piece by piece.

The sharp little horn knife was flying up and down in the air, making the fat man dizzy for a while.

"Fat man, come quickly." Maomo Allen's lark-like voice sounded particularly clear in the hazy night. "I've left the tender meat on the lamb loin for you. If you don't come here, you'll eat it all!"

"This crazy girl!" The fat man smiled bitterly and shook his head. Infected by the warm scene in front of him, he felt that it was really inappropriate for him to be thinking about bloody and cruel plots and wars in such a beautiful moonlit night.

Deciding not to think about the worries of the day, he walked towards the people sitting around the campfire.

"Big...!" Two Samor guards dressed as mercenaries stood up quickly, and one guard almost shouted,

The fat man waved his hand gently, indicating that the two of them should sit down.

"Silly fat man! Are you greedy? This is a piece of loin meat that I personally selected!" Maomo Allen ran over happily, handed the roast mutton plate in his hand to the fat man, and picked up a golden piece of tempting meat with his two fair and delicate fingers. mutton

Her pretty face was burned red by the bonfire, making her look delicate and tender. The fat man couldn't help but be stunned.

"What, you're not satisfied? This is what I left specially for you!" Maomo Allen blinked his beautiful eyes, slightly raised the corners of his playful mouth, and his weird look was endearing,

"No, I'm so touched! I didn't expect that Miss Maomo would remember me besides the roasted lamb!" Fatty didn't want to reject Maomo Allen's kindness, so he laughed boldly, opened his mouth and ate the hot and golden roasted lamb slices. , suddenly the mouth is full of greasy fragrance,

"Silly fat man, look at your mouth!" Maomo Allen took out another white handkerchief and handed it to the fat man before running away happily,

"Sir! This thing is too greasy! I can't wipe it off with a handkerchief." A guard dressed as a mercenary secretly handed the towel in his hand to the fat man, "No! We are soldiers, we don't have to be so particular!" The fat man watched and ran away. Maomo Allen quietly put the white handkerchief into his pocket and wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth with his hands.

The bonfire dissipates the coldness of the grassland at night, and the roasting person's whole body is warm.

Maomo Allen is like a cheerful bird, flying around Fatty from time to time,

The joyful party lasted until late at night, before everyone returned to their freight carriages to rest.

Fatty was used to being a night owl that night, so he couldn't sleep for a while, so he lay on the roof of the carriage, staring blankly at the stars in the sky with his bright eyes.

Surrounded by the vast grassland, the nose is breathing the fragrance of green grass, and the refreshing night wind is blowing by.

Suddenly, a silver-white shooting star dragged a long tail, and bright light traces streaked across the sky above the fat man's head. These beautiful fairy-tale-like scenery made the fat man involuntarily let go of his worries for many days, and his heart suddenly became cheerful.

Life is like a play, the process is the most important, so why worry too much about the results?

As long as you can leave the footprints of your own struggle in this vast world, it is a kind of pride.

"Papa" Fatty suddenly heard a faint sound coming from the grass in the nearby lake, as well as the low neighing of war horses.

The voice was weird and low, as if something was strangling my neck.

"Huh? There is someone in the lake! You guys go and take a look," the fat man whispered to several guards who were on guard nearby.

Several guards drew their swords and quickly rushed towards the direction of the sound.

Soon, a clear exclamation of "Ah" came from the direction of the lake where the horses were released. After a few crisp collisions of sharp blades, it returned to calm again.

A guard with a weird look quickly ran over from the front and whispered in the fat man's ear, "Sir, we caught a horse thief on the edge of the lake where the horses are kept!"

"Horse thief?" The fat man frowned slightly. He didn't expect that he would encounter such a bloody thing.

This is already the outskirts of the Turga region. It only takes half a day to reach the outpost city of Turga, the city of Drifaurban. Isn't it a coincidence that I met a horse thief here?

Could it be that someone discovered his whereabouts? A hint of gloom flashed in Fatty's heart,

I am extremely careful when traveling this time. If someone is really watching me specifically, wouldn't it mean that I am already being watched in Wikiia?

The fat man shook his head in self-denial. This was simply impossible.

From the Altai Snow Mountains to the Kugit Grassland, this tortuous route was completely improvised by myself. No one except the loyal Salon knew about it.

Without any preparation for the cold, no one could follow him through the brutally cold snow-capped mountains.

The prairie is even more vast, and there is no specific road to follow. Even the caravan calculated the direction of Turga based on the angle between the stars or the direction of the sun.

If someone is following you like this, then the other person must be a master in tracking.

The fat man stood up with bright eyes and ordered in a deep voice to the guards, "Bring the people over here first. I want to see who favors me so much!" Then he reminded in a low voice, "Remember! Don't alert the rest of the caravan. "

"Yes, sir!" Konoe nodded in agreement, turned around and disappeared into the night.

The fat man's grocery carriage was not gathered together with the other carriages of the caravan, because the accompanying guards carried more war horses, and the camp was chosen closer to the edge of the lake.

The water and grass here are lush and close to the water source, which is perfect for letting horses rest at night.

Soon, the fat man heard the sound of footsteps rushing on the soft soil.

In the dusk not far away, several tall guards walked a man through the waist-high bushes.

"Sir, it's her! When we arrived just now, she was holding the master's Lan Feng and trying to escape, but we caught her on the spot!" The two guards put her down heavily in front of the fat man.

"This is her weapon." A guard handed a sharp dagger engraved with exquisite patterns to the fat man and said, "In order to capture her alive, we almost injured several brothers!"

"I didn't expect it to be a three-pole Laren warrior dagger!" The fat man took the dagger and looked at the delicate handle of the dagger. A sharp flash flashed through his bright eyes.

A goshawk spreads its wings and the base of the sword stands on the dagger. This is a dagger of the Tripolar Laren Warrior. The Tripolar Laren Warrior is equivalent to a powerful Silver Cross Knight.

It was indeed difficult for the guards to capture him alive and unharmed.

"Why is it a woman?" The fat man carefully looked at the horse thief in front of him, his face suddenly darkened, and the corner of his mouth curled up in surprise.

I finally know why the guard looked so weird when he made the report.

The horse thief lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment in front of him was not only a woman, but she also looked like a beauty. Her slender and well-proportioned breasts made the fat man's eyes light up.

She is around sixteen or seventeen years old, with long black and elegant hair draped loosely over her shoulders, revealing an alluring white neck. The tight-fitting ring armor on her body is stained with dirt and grass clippings.

Even though she was lying on the ground in a miserable state, her slender and graceful figure was still pleasing to the eye.

There were stains of blood on the girl's right arm, and there were several bloody holes on the mail.

There is also an empty dagger holster on the waist.

It seems that he was injured in the fight with the guards just now. The fat man knows the skills of these guards very well.

They are all the best among the Guards Squadron Leaders. They can surround a few of them and need to knock off their weapons to capture them. It seems that this female horse thief Sanji Laren Warrior is the real thing and not a fake.

"These people are definitely not ordinary mercenaries, who are they!" At this time, the stunningly beautiful female horse thief also raised her head, her fearful eyes full of doubts,

The brutal fight just now had a big impact on her.

Unexpectedly, as a warrior of Laren in the Sanji Prairie, I had no room to resist and fight back in front of a few inconspicuous mercenaries.

If he hadn't let go of the dagger so quickly, it wouldn't have just been an injury to his arm.

These mercenaries were completely different from the caravan mercenaries he had encountered before. Not only were they fierce and superb in combat skills, but they were also extremely good at cooperating.

The first move was to exchange lives for lives. The fierce dagger combat skills that he was proud of had no advantage at all under the rigorous and intensive cooperation of several opponents.

The long swords in the hands of the mercenaries are not as delicate and delicate as the swordsmen should be.

Especially when she was chopping, she was so fierce that her short dagger was almost split into two pieces several times. Thinking about it now, it still makes the girl feel frightened.

The fierceness and life-threatening fighting skills are said to be mercenaries.

It is better to say that it is more suitable for soldiers who have been fighting in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood all year round, v