Power and Empire Chapter 366: The competition in the west (5)

Three parents! If the War Note Room is going to come to the Weeping Tablet! It's better than hiding. I’m just facing it.” A loud voice broke the silence. A middle-aged nobleman wearing the coat of arms of the Maomo family stood up. His expression was excited

"Be brave to face all the suffering! This is not what you have been teaching us! The west is yours! It is all of us. For the future of this land. I think this time it should be decided by everyone!" It's Mr. Mao Moravent! "Seeing the middle-aged nobleman standing up, many lords showed a strange embarrassment on their faces, and the meeting place just fell silent. There was some slight commotion again,

"Yes. A runoff should be held!" Some young lord incited.

Maomo Lavente is the second son of the Maamo family. His mother is a princess of the Snow Mountain tribe, and his father is Maamo Dain, the ruler of the west. He has excellent blood and prominent life experience. Let this young man carry the aura of glory from birth,

Although the Maomo family has not announced the official heir. But in the hearts of most lords. Mammoravente has been scheduled. Naturally when Mamo Lavent stood up, the young lords. Most of them showed excitement and concentration, did they break in a single blow, or did they fail?

Most of them are hawks in the Western Conference. They firmly believe that people like eagles should spread their wings for thousands of miles!

Older ones have tight eyebrows.

Most of them have experienced the darkness and cruelty of defeat, and have experienced the failure of power struggles

Knowing that it is not a noble hunting and playing, war is a strangulation of life, it is a battle of tactics, corpses are everywhere. The desolate picture of blood flowing in a river is still etched in their minds.

The smell of blood makes many of them still awakened from their dreams now!

"You said! Lord Mao Mo's quiet land policy will change?" A little lord by the door moved back. He whispered to the companion on the side, "I bet you ten gold coins, Master Mao will not change!"

He is a member of the Hulai Snow Mountain, and now only the lords of the Xuezhi area can talk leisurely. Because it has nothing to do with them!

"Hehe. It's hard to say!" The lord on the side curled his lips slightly and saw that no one was watching them. He responded in a low voice, "Montaignard, you will definitely lose this time. Even a fool knows that the Western War will only happen sooner or later. I believe Master Mao will know this too! The West has been quiet long enough! This time even The Mammoravente all stood up to support the independents, and I believe that Maomao will agree! Only you, the snowman on the mountainside, will not change the Maomao!"

"No way! Then I am not losing a lot this time! The little lord said with regret. Ten gold coins are nothing else. In the deserted Snow Mountain, it is half a year's income

Just when the lords were guessing privately, the little "Boom. Boom!" There was a knock on the door of the main hall.

"Chuck", several beautiful maids in long skirts standing at the door hurriedly pushed open the huge main hall door. Faith, the housekeeper of the Maomo family, hurried in with a letter in his hand,

Anxious eyes paused on Hutakneso’s face, and then he reported respectfully to Mao Modain on the opposite side, "My lord! There is a special envoy from Jones asking to see you!"

"Jones's special envoy?" Maomadain looked at his son who was still standing and expressing resistance, and then at Hutakneso, who was standing opposite. Now the two of them were also at a loss, "Hehe. It's really time for Jonst to come!" Mao Modain smiled at the corner of his mouth. Waved to the old housekeeper and nodded, "Just say I'm attending an important meeting. Take him to Arthur's Manor, and I will go after the meeting!"

"My lord! I'm afraid this." The old butler did not immediately turn around. Instead, he approached Mao Modain with an awkward expression, whispering a few words in his ear, "What!" Mao Modain's face changed slightly, his low voice raised a few scales, and his plain eyes suddenly became sharp as a knife.

All the lords looked at the old butler, wondering what made the western ruler Mao Modain startled like this. Maomada looked at Hutak Niso opposite with a weird look. Hutakneso was inexplicable, and he didn't know what was going on! But from the look of Mao Modain. There must have been a big event related to myself

"Envoy Jonst? Is the plan already implemented? Hutaknisos was shocked, with an unquenchable excitement surging from his "satisfaction" on his face,...

Mao Moda didn't seem to care about Hutakneso's demeanor. Instead, he asked the butler in a low voice, "What you said is true?"

The old butler nodded with an ugly face and said, "Envoy Jonster said. This time, he is not here on behalf of Jones, but with the authorization of the Lord Regent of the Kingdom! On behalf of the Samor Army, he came to the judgement"

The old butler handed the letter in his hand to Mao Modain. "The Lord Regent of the Kingdom is very angry at the despicable behavior of the Hutak family, but it depends on the Mammoth family! The Lord Regent personally promised that he is willing to give up the occupied western territory. Hand it back to the Mammoth family for processing, This is an autograph letter from the Lord Regent of the Kingdom personally to you"

"Handwritten letter?" Mao Modain's hand trembling slightly when he received the letter, stared at his old housekeeper for a while, half-believing and half-doubtful, "You mean this is the person's handwritten letter. Could it be that he was in the west the day before yesterday?" "I think so, my lord, "the old butler's face hesitated, with a hesitant look on his face." Envoy Jonst said that the adult is now in Hutarencu. Your reply will be answered. Decided the fate of the west! The envoy said. Also said.

"Say! What time is it. It's still so hidden!" Maomada said with a grimace," Envoy Jonst said, before leaving, the Lord Regent of the Kingdom gave him a gift. If he can, he I hope I can deliver it to the adults in person!"

"A gift?" Imao Modine's veteran could not help showing hesitation. He frowned and sat down, tapping his fingers on the table, his eyebrows frowned,

The whole West knows it. The powerful Samor is the backstage of the Jones leader, for everything the Hutak family has done secretly to the Jones leader. Mao Modain is very clear, as a southerner with "Wen Tun will" in his bones. For this powerful force that also rose in the south. Have a special understanding,

Samoor, means red blood in Vikya!

Like many northern aristocrats said, this war machine that has grown rapidly in war is like their fat commander who doesn’t care about consequences.

No matter who the enemy is. The policy of blood for blood is always pursued.

As long as it hurts Samor's interests. Will be retaliated by Samor’s bloody, even if he runs out of Vicia, Samor will also pay a high enough price to buy his head

"Your own reply will determine the fate of the entire western region!" Mao Modain has no doubts about the authenticity of this sentence, which makes it difficult for Mao Modain to decide

The current Samor is strong enough, even Swadian, the first power in the mainland, was knocked off by them in Dehrim, Mao Modain believed. As long as Samor is willing, he can create an ideal place by himself. Will instantly be covered with bright red blood.

Somer's decisiveness and sincerity also shocked Mao Modain!

The Hutak territory is not large, but it is an important road to the western hinterland. Occupying Hutarencu is equivalent to opening the door to the west

But Samer surrendered the site so happily~IndoMTL.com~This kind of courage has to be admired by Mao Modain,

What should I do about Samor’s rare generosity this time?

Mao Modain rubbed his slightly swollen temples. Regardless of whether or not Samer exaggerated this time, the peace in the west cannot be maintained

"What is the envoy of Jonster here for?" Maomo Lavente looked confused, Hutakneso hurriedly said a few words in his ear,

"Thousands are not bad!" Mao Molavent's solemn face showed a hint of surprise. The actual occupation of Jones collar was more powerful than any wording.

Maomo Lavente naturally understood his father's current hesitation as a wave of will.

"Since you want to live, I will give it to you!"

It's been a while. Mao Modayin raised his head, looked at his excited son with sharp eyes, and waved to the old housekeeper, "Old Faith! Go and invite Jones in! Since you have proposed that the West belongs to everyone, then I will send the West. "Happy New Year, thank you for your support over the past year." Thank you! "