Realm of Power

The crisp sound of "snap" resounded through the street. There was no expected shouting or cursing. Everyone just felt their eyes blurred. The sinful riding crop, for some reason, was transferred to the hand of the fat man next to them.

"You dare to peek at an old woman," the fat man cursed. While the opponent was still dazed, he turned his wrist slightly, and with a harsh whistling sound, a shadow whipped the young knight's soft face.

"Ah" the shrill cry shocked everyone around. The young knight who was angry just now was covering his swollen cheek with his right hand, his face was filled with shame and anger.

Fatty knew the structure of the human body very well, and he knew the strength and angle perfectly. This blow hit the young knight's face full of arrogance, completely humiliating the other person. He cried and jumped on the horse, just like a Monkey performing in the street

"This week's Salander soldiers gathered in a circle, their wide-open eyes almost bursting out of their sockets. The Salander captain who was about to be whipped had trembling lips and moist eyes filled with moisture, filled with gratitude.

Not everyone dares to argue with the king's envoy. As a veteran warrior who has followed the Kulay family for more than ten years, he has long been dissatisfied with the royal family's practice of taking advantage of others' danger and falling into the wrong situation. Today, I added The thrill of escaping from death made Henggou, who had long forgotten his identity, now react in a cold sweat.

"Protect the Duke..."

The dozen or so followers of the young knight reacted and immediately rushed towards where Fatty was. The crowd dispersed suddenly, and the young knight's pitiful screams were mixed with the sound of the rushing horses' hooves.

"Protect your lord"

"Swish!" Just when the nearby Salander soldiers were still hesitating, under the dazzling light, eight Samor guards disguised as fat retinues were already attacking like a pair of staggered scissors, from both sides of the fat body. Go up quickly,

"Here", with a biting sound of metal friction, the sharp Samor sword left its scabbard and flashed several rays of cold light in the air.

"Hissing" blood splattered, and the horse's hooves as big as bowls were broken to the knees. The two Duke's followers who rushed in front did not even react, and the six Samor guards who attacked from the side were cut off from the galloping horses. The broken body flew into the air with hot blood.

“So scary”

The surrounding Salander soldiers looked at the bloody scene in front of them and all took a breath of air.

As a soldier who had just experienced a near-death battle, he was sensitive to the unique killing intent on the battlefield. The moment the guard drew his sword, the Salander soldier felt that he had seen a tragic battlefield.

That kind of aura of having no enemies but no one can never be possessed by an ordinary caravan guard. Only a character rolled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood can be so indomitable and unafraid of life and death.

It is sad to be their enemy. Even if there is only one hand and one tooth left, such an opponent will not stop fighting with you until they know that you or he has turned into a lifeless corpse. These guys will He lay down with a grin. These guys in front of him were obviously the best among them. Even if they faced charging horses, they could still kill them with one strike.

The shining arc-shaped blade shines with a chilling brightness, and the long handle not only brings a strange sense of beauty, but also brings a cold killing intent that penetrates people's bones.

"I am invincible"

Next to the eight Samor guards with indifferent expressions, there were more than a dozen war horses that fell to the ground in mourning. Their owners had turned into bloody corpses, lying in the pool of blood under them in embarrassment. Compared with the experienced Samor guards, these are just flower stands of the nobles' retinues, which did not even resist a single round.

"Don't kill me, I am the king..." The young knight was already frightened by this sudden change. When he met the fat man's knife-like eyes, he was so frightened that his whole body trembled like chaff, and his lips trembled. I can't even speak clearly,

"Young man, if you dare to look at an old woman, I'll beat you to death." The fat man sneered, and used the butt of the riding crop in his hand to pat the young knight's swollen, ball-like cheek. The pain made the young knight feel like he was killing a pig. cry

"You can catch me in my old eyes, but I don't recognize any bullshit special envoy." Fatty kicked the young knight into a fight, and ordered to the guards behind him. Several guards rushed forward fiercely, and they sat down in a state of confusion and fear. The young knight on the ground, trailing behind him like a dead dog,

Parading all the way, nearby refugees gathered around

"Sir, I don't know who is your woman." The voice is as clear as a bell, with a refreshing temptation.

Taking advantage of the crowd's opportunity to watch the excitement, the lithe Fitunlanya, like a dancing butterfly, leaned forward with a slight smile from the entourage behind her. The corner of her eyes was ambiguous, and the fragrance of blue grass mixed with the girl's unique light fragrance. , which made Fatty couldn’t help but feel his eyes light up,

"Haha, guess what?" Fatty smiled and joked, "If you can guess right, I will give you a reward."

"I guess it must be the Marquise Nilay." Fitunlanya's eyes lit up and she chuckled. "On this boat, she is the only one who can catch the eye of the Grand Duke."

Fitunlanya suddenly paused, glanced at Fatty charmingly, and said softly, "The Grand Duke will never like me, right? In fact, it is a good thing to be the Grand Duke's woman. We Kujit women are not like that." So much attention to detail”

"Ahem!" Fatty's face turned red, and he quickly pretended to cough to cover up his embarrassment. He thought to himself, "It's really a mess. I forgot that Kugit women are fierce, and I almost let her quiet appearance deceive me."

"Giggles, Grand Duke, do you know what I was thinking just now? Fetonlanya looked at Fatty's slightly red face and laughed out loud. "I only knew that the Grand Duke was the God of War who was victorious in all battles. I didn't expect that he was also an actor. Master, that Duke Lao will be let go soon. Otherwise, how could such an important Lhasa port be completely thrown into the arms of Samor?"

He paused, his smiling face suddenly sank, and his eyes were fixed on Fetonlanya's flowery face.

"Look, I guessed it right." Feitunlanya's expression remained unchanged, ignoring Fatty's gaze, and her sweet voice came into her ears again, "I won't go into the details, but this time my lord beats the king's envoy, the result will definitely be... The city of Lhasa was completely isolated and helpless.

When the alien army is pressing down on the situation, the best way is to rely on the adults. Even if they find out the true identity of the adults in the future, they will definitely not be able to go back on their word."

Fitun Lanya, who was full of smiles, paused for a moment, suddenly turned serious, and said respectfully, "Lanya has a heartless request here. I hope the Grand Duke will allow it.

After this battle, I hope the Grand Duke can consider joining the Duowei Department and truly become a sword in the hands of the Lord rather than a vassal guarding the border. .

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462 Salander’s Blood (2)

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