Power and Empire Chapter 368: The competition in the west (7)

. "Hu Keqili's puzzled eyes lost weight on Mao Mo Lavente, then looked at Mo Mo Da Yin, Mo Mo Da Yin nodded and said, "This is my son, I have authorized him to participate on my behalf. This negotiation! "Mao Moda swept across the lords present with his sharp gaze meaningfully, and said solemnly, "His decision is the decision of the entire western region!" "

You have let go, so you have to give your son the greatest support. Mao Mo La Vente is Mo Mo Da Yin’s most valued son and the heir of the future Western Union. What Mo Mo Da Yin said now is actually already It is expressing that the West is about to change its owner,

Mao Modain's words caused a commotion in the hall. All the lords once again focused their eyes on Mao Moravente. Some young young lords shouted "Hurray! Wise decision!"

Mao Mo Dain's compromise has pushed Mo La Vente's reputation to the top

"My name is Mao Moravente! I will negotiate with you on behalf of the Western Conference!" Seeing his father personally agree, Mao Moravente hastened his chest.

Make yourself look more majestic to counteract the shocking aura of Hu Keqili, categorically "Although I don’t know what you are here for, I want to tell you that the West is a community, no matter who it is. Will the West unconditionally support him for his behavior?

This is the first time that Mao Moravente said this from the position of the leader of the West. Although he practiced many times in private, he still felt a trembling of excitement.

He had just learned from Hutak Nisuzui that the army of the Hutak family had already occupied the Jones collar, and the western door to a bright future had been opened. This was a great victory!

Maomo Lavente believes that when he waits to announce this great news, all the lords will look at him with astonishment and reverence. The glory of the west is just around the corner, "God! I might be able to. Become the king of the first generation of Western Conference!" A sudden thought appeared in his mind,

"As for the so-called regent of the kingdom" Maumora Vente looked at Hu Keqili with disdain, tried his best to make himself look like a talented and roughly Western overlord, waved his hand and said, "He still can't control our west. Come! Even if he comes in person, I will tell him without hesitation that the West cannot be conquered by a few words of intimidation!"

"Well said! Mamo Lavant!"

"Yes! We don't have a **** regent in the west to take care of it!"

"Let the idiot regent go back to the south! Haha!"

Mammoravente’s provocative language has aroused the support of many lords in the hall, which makes him feel a little proud and proud,

"Haha! Since the Western Conference is so insincere, I don’t think there is any need to talk about it!" Hu Keqili sneered at the corner of his mouth and walked towards the hall door. After all, Hu Keqili is a senior general of Samer, and the military regards glory as Life, since it is not the Western hero Mao Modain himself, this aristocrat who poses in front of him is not qualified to talk to himself,

"Oh! That's right!" Hu Keqili suddenly turned around at the entrance of the hall, looked mockingly at the jubilant lords in the hall, and said loudly, "According to diplomatic practice, I need to explain. Because of the breakdown of the negotiations, our Samor 50,000 army will continue to advance west from Hutarencuberg and will fight the city of Saran in ten days."

Hu Keqili showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and said to everyone, "Finally, I wish you all a fun night! I will cut off your heads when I meet next time!"

This time the mission is a bit difficult. Hu Keqili is a typical soldier. He is straightforward in character. Rather than rubbing his lips with the opponent, he prefers to chop off the opponent's head. The fat man also has no suitable candidate in his hand. Sending Hu Keqili over, this made the negotiation that the fat man was looking forward to, just a few words fell into a deadlock

"What do you mean!? Mammoravente is shocked, and all the lords are shocked, too.

Hu Keqili's words are very calm, but the meaning inside makes the lords cool from their hearts to the soles of their feet. Even though there are hundreds of braziers burning in the hall, they still shiver in their bodies.

War! war of the Damned! Is the war exploding? Seeing the disappearing figure of Hu Keqili, all the lords now remembered, and Yuenet’s triumphant smiling face solidified at this moment

"Damn! Lord Maomadain, does the Maoma family already have the right to choose war without telling me?" The dozen lords on the right side stood up excitedly His face turned pale, his eyes looked angrily at Mao Mo Lavente, and he turned angrily and left the hall

Their territory is close to the Hutak collar, which is the only way to the city of Saran! If what Jonster said is true, the fifty thousand Samor army from Hutarenku may have occupied their territory by now,

They are just some middle-level lords, and their total strength is less than a thousand people. Compared with the fifty thousand Samor army, they are simply waiting for their lives. The Maamo family's arbitrarily decided to make them completely give up. The territories are gone, what more meetings are there!

"Mao Modain, we are leaving too!" A dozen more dignified lords stood up~IndoMTL.com~ One of the oldest lord turned his head and went to Mao Modain. Li said, "The war has exploded, our Hit family must rush back to the territory to reinforce the city defense! I hope there is not enough time!"

"How could this happen!" Mammoravente watched one after another lords leave the venue, but after a while, most of them had already left except for the thirty lords in the Western Snow Mountain area. The empty hall made people feel an unbearable chill.

The one who is as helpless as Mao Moravente is Hutakneso. Hutakini's words are like a hammer that makes Hutakneso dizzy, and he hasn't remembered it yet. , The Samor army from Hutarencu? Could it be that your own territory has been lost?

No! This is impossible! Hutakneso’s face turned red and purple, and he looked like Maomo Lavent next to him, just like another steamed stuffed shrimp

"This is the coldest meeting of the Maoma family in decades!" Maomada stood up from his seat with a look of disuse,

Looking at my son’s eyes almost burst into flames, the hand holding the scepter bulged with blue veins, and slammed the letter in his hand on the table, sternly, "I found out that I was wrong! A man who can only speak big words. Guy, it will only bring the West into the **** of destruction! I think I need to reconsider the future of the West!"