: 366 Game of the West (5)

Three parents! If the war room is coming to Weeping Pieces Land! Better than hiding. "I'm going to face it." Ding. Hongliang's voice broke the silence. A middle-aged aristocrat wearing a coat of arms of the Momo family stood up on a chest hill. His face was excited
"Be brave to face all 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 should be decided by everyone!" "It is Mao Mo Lord Lavent!" Seeing the middle-aged nobleman who stood up, many lords showed a strange embarrassment on their faces, and the meeting place where the net was quiet. There were some subtle disturbances,
"Yes. A final election should be held!" some young lords incite
Maomo Lavent is the second son of the Maomo family, his mother is the princess of the Snow Mountain tribe, and his father is the master of the west, Mao Modain, with excellent blood and outstanding life experience. Let this young man wear a glorious aura from birth,
Although the Mao Mo family has not announced an official heir. But in the hearts of most lords. Momoravent has been stipulated. Naturally when Mamoravant stood up, young lords. Most of them showed a look of excitement and concentration. Was it a blow or a failure?
Most of them are hawks in the Western Union, firmly believe that people are like eagles, and spread their wings!
The older one, the eyebrows are tight,
Most of them have experienced the darkness and cruelty of defeat and the failure of power struggle
Knowing that it was not a noble hunting game, war was a strangulation of life, a race for power, and corpses ran wild. The desolate picture of blood flowing into the river is still engraved in their minds.
The pungent smell made many of them still wake up from their dreams!
"You said! Will the Mao Mo's static soil policy change?" A little lord leaning on the door moved back. He whispered to the companion on the side, "I bet ten gold coins with you, Master Mao will not change!"
He is one of the Hulai Snow Mountain, and now only the lords of the Xuezhi area can still talk leisurely. Because it has nothing to do with them!
"Hehe. It's hard to tell!" The lord on the side pouted slightly and saw no one watching them. He whispered in response, "Monteignard, you will lose this time. Even the fool knows that the Western War is only a matter of time. I believe Lord Maomo knows this very well! The West has been quiet long enough! This time even Lord Mamoravant stood up to support the independents, and I believe that the old Mamo will agree! Only you, the snowman on the mountainside, will only be able to hold Master Momo!"
"No! Then I am not losing money this time! The little lord said with pity. Ten gold coins are nothing else. In the deserted Daxueshan, but half a year's income
Just as the lords speculated in private, "Boom. Boom!" There was a knock on the door outside the main hall door.
"Crumpling" Several beautiful maids in long dresses standing at the door quickly pushed open the huge main hall door. Old Fiss, the housekeeper of the Mao Mo family, hurried in with a letter in his hand,
Anxious eyes paused on Hutakniso's face, and then respectfully reported to the opposite Mamodain "Adult! A special envoy from Jones asked to see you!"
"Jones leader's envoy?" Mao Moda looked at his son, who was still standing and expressing his resistance, and at Hutakniso, who was standing opposite. Now the two of them are also blank, "Hehe. It's really time for Joost to come!" Mao Moda smiled at the corner of his mouth. Waved to the old housekeeper and nodded, "I said I was attending an important meeting. Take him to the laborer Arthur Manor, I will go after the meeting!"
"Adult! I'm afraid." The old housekeeper didn't turn around immediately. Instead, he looked awkwardly close to Mao Modain, whispering "what!" in his ear, Mao Moda's complexion changed slightly, and his low voice raised several scales, and his plain eyes suddenly became sharp and sharp.
All the lords looked at the old housekeeper, not knowing what made the western master, Mamuda, so surprised. Mao Moda looked at Hutakniso on the opposite side with a strange look. Hutak Nisuo looked inexplicably, and did not know what happened! But from the face of Mao Modain. There must be a big event related to yourself
"Junster? Is that the plan already implemented? Hutakni Solen froze for a moment, and there was an unquenchable excitement in his pride,...
Mao Moda seemed to have no interest in Hutak Nisuo's expression, but whispered to the butler to say, "Are you saying everything true?"
The old housekeeper nodded uglyly and said, "Junster said. He came this time, not on behalf of Jones, but on the personal authorization of the regent of the Kingdom! On behalf of the Samor army came to the building to judge"
The old housekeeper handed the letter in front of Mao Modain. Whispered, "Regency of the Kingdom is angry at the Hutak family's despicable behavior, but it is on the face of the Mao Mo family! The Regent has personally promised to be willing to give up the occupied western territory. Return it to the Mao Mo family, This is a personal letter from the Kingdom Regent to you"
"Personal letter?" Mao Moda shook his hand slightly as he took the letter. His eyes stared at his old housekeeper for a while, and he half-trusted and half doubted. "You mean this is the person's handwritten letter. Was he the day before yesterday? Just in the west?" "I think yes, adult, "the old housekeeper hesitated, a look of silence," said Jonster, the adult is now in Hutalenku. The adult's reply will determine the west The fate of that! The special envoy also said.
"Say! What time is it. It's still so covered up!" Mao Moda angered because of his face, "Junster said before he left, the Kingdom Regent gave him a gift, if he could, he hoped to be able to personally Delivery to adults!"
"A gift?" Emo Modain's old man could not help but show a little hesitation, sitting down frowning, tapping his fingers on the table, and frowning.
The whole west knows. The powerful Samor is the backstage of Jones collar, for what the Hutak family did in secret to Jones collar. Mao Modain is very clear, as a southerner with "Wentun will" in his bones. For this powerful force that also rises in the south. Have a special understanding,
Samor, red blood in Wikia!
As many northern nobles have said, this war machine, which grew rapidly in war, is like their fat commander who does not care about the consequences,
No matter who the enemy is. Always pursue the policy of returning blood to blood.
As long as it hurts Samor's interests. Will be subject to Samor’s revenge, that is, if he runs out of Vicia, Samor will also pay a high enough price to buy his head
"Your reply will determine the fate of the entire western region!" Mao Modain has no doubt about the authenticity of this sentence, which makes it difficult for Mao Modaine to decide
Now that Samor is strong enough, even Rui Erdian, the mainland's number one power, was knocked out of their front teeth by Dehrim, Mao Moda believed. As long as Samor is willing, he created the ideal place by himself. Will be covered with bright red blood in an instant.
Somer's determination and sincerity also shocked Maomodine!
Hutak’s territory is not large, but it is the main road to the hinterland of the west. Occupying Hutarunku is equivalent to opening the door to the west.
But Samuel handed over the site so happily, UU reading www.uukanshu. coom's courage had to admire Mao Modain,
What should I do about Samuel’s rare generosity this time?
Mao Moda rubbed his a little swollen temple. Regardless of whether Samor has exaggerated this time, the peace in the west cannot be maintained
"What is that messenger doing?" Maumaravent looked confused, and Hutak Nisuo quickly said something in his ear.
"Thousands are good!" Mamoravent's solemn face showed a hint of surprise. The actual occupation of Jones' collar was more powerful than any wording.
Mamoravent naturally understood his father's hesitation as a shake of will.
"Since you want a living space, then I will give you!"
After a while. Mao Moda only raised his head, looked at his excited son, and waved to the old housekeeper, "Old Fiss! Go and invite Joanster to come in! Since you all propose that the West belongs to everyone, then I will take the West The decision of your destiny is given to you, "Happy New Year, thank you for your support for the past year Thank you! "