If the war chamber is going to descend on the weeping stones! It is better to hide from the sheng. () Intended to just face it "a ding." A loud voice broke the silence, and a middle-aged nobleman wearing the coat of arms of the Maumo family stood up. said with an excited face

"Bravely face a hardship! This is not what you have always taught us! The west is yours! It is all of us. For the future of this land. I think it's up to everyone to decide this time!" "It's Lord Mao Moravant!" Seeing the middle-aged nobles standing up, many lords showed a strange embarrassment on their faces, and the venue had just fallen silent. There was some subtle commotion again,

"Yes. There should be a runoff!" some of the young lords instigated

Mao Mo Lavent is the second son of the Mao Mo family, his mother is the princess of the Snow Mountain Tribe, and his father is the ruler of the west, Mao Mo Dain, with excellent blood and illustrious background. Let this young man carry the halo of glory from birth,

Although the Momo family has not yet announced an official heir. But in the hearts of most lords. It has been decided that Mau Moravent. Naturally, when Mau Moravant stood up, the young lords. Most of them showed excited and focused looks, was it a one-hit break, or a failure?

Most of them are hawks in the Western Alliance, and they firmly believe that people are like eagles, and they should spread their wings and run amok!

The older ones have frowning eyebrows,

Most of them have experienced the dark cruelty of defeat and the defeat of power struggles

I know that it is not a hunting joke of the aristocracy, war is the strangulation of life, it is a competition for power, and corpses are everywhere. The bleak picture of rivers of blood is still engraved in their minds.

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

"You say, will Lord Maomo's policy of quiet land change?" a small lord leaning against the door moved back. He whispered to his companion on the side, "I'll bet ten gold coins with you, and Master Mao Mo won't change!"

He is one of the Hulai Snow Mountains, and now only the lords of the Snow Stop Region can still talk leisurely. Because it doesn't have much to do with them!

"Huh. It's hard to say!" the lord on the side pursed his lips slightly, seeing that no one was looking at them. Only then did he reply in a low voice, "Montenade, you will definitely lose this time." Even fools know that the war in the west is only a matter of time. I believe that Lord Momo is also very aware of this! The west has been silent for a long time! This time, even Lord Momo Lavent has stood up in support of the independence faction, and I believe that Lord Momo will agree! Only you, the snowman halfway up the mountain. I bet that Lord Mao Mo will not change!"

"No, then I'm not losing a lot this time!" the little lord said with a sad face. Ten gold coins is nothing elsewhere. In the deserted Snow Mountain, it is half a year's income

Just when the lords were privately speculating, the small "knock." Boom!" There was a knock outside the door of the main hall.

"Squeak" Several beautiful maids in long skirts standing at the door hurriedly pushed open the huge main hall door. Old Feith, the housekeeper of the Mao Mo family, hurriedly walked in with a letter in his hand,

The anxious look paused on Hutakniso's face, and then he respectfully reported to Mao Modaine on the other side, "My lord, an envoy from Jones has asked to see you!"

"Jones's envoy?" Mamodaine looked at his son, who was still standing in defiance, and then at Hutakniso, who was standing opposite. found that the two people were also at a loss, "Hehe." It's just a good time for Jonst!" Maurmodain smiled at the corner of his mouth. He waved to the old butler and nodded, "Just say I'm attending an important meeting." Take him to Ferry Arthur Manor, I'll be there after the meeting!"

"My lord, I'm afraid. The old butler did not turn around immediately. Instead, he approached Mao Mo Dain with an embarrassed face, and whispered a few words in his ear, "What!" Mao Mo Dain's face changed slightly, and his always low voice raised a few scales, and his flat eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife,

All the lords looked at the old butler, not knowing what could make the western ruler Mao Modain be shocked like this. Mao Modain looked at Hutakniso on the other side with a strange expression. Hu Takniso was inexplicable, and he didn't know what was going on! There must have been something big about yourself

"Is it true that the plan has already been carried out?" Hutakniso paused for a moment, and an irrepressible excitement swelled in his face,...

Mao Modhayne didn't seem to care about Hutakniso's demeanor, but asked the butler in a low voice, "What you said is true?"

The old butler nodded with an ugly face and said, "Envoy Jones said." He came this time, not on behalf of Jones, but on the personal authorization of the regent of the kingdom!

The old butler handed the letter in his hand to Mamodain. He whispered, "The Lord Regent of the Kingdom is angry at the despicable behavior of the Hutak family, but for the sake of the Maumo family! Return it to the Momo family, this is a personal letter from the Lord Regent of the Kingdom himself."

"Autographed letter?" Mao Modayin's hand that took the letter trembled slightly, his eyes stared at his old butler for a while, and he said half-believingly, "You mean this is that person's handwritten letter." Could it be that he was in the west the day before yesterday?" "I think so, my lord," said the old butler, with a hesitant expression on his face, "said the envoy Jones, that the lord is now in Hutalenku. Your Excellency's reply will decide the fate of the West!" the envoy added. Also said.

"Say! It's still covered up like this!" Mao Modain said angrily, "Envoy Jones said that before leaving, the regent of the kingdom gave him a gift, and if he can, he hopes to deliver it to the lord himself!"

"A gift?" "A gift?" Amodyne's old age couldn't help but show a trace of hesitation, frowned and sat down, his fingers tapping on the tabletop, his eyebrows furrowed,

The whole West knows about it. The powerful Samore is the backstage of the Jones Lord, and he is a bit of a fan of what the Hutak family has secretly done to the Jones Lord. Mao Modhayin is clear, as a southerner with the "Wentun will" in his bones. For this powerful power, which also rises in the south. With a special understanding,

Samore, which means red blood in Wikialian!

As many northern nobles say, this war machine that grows rapidly in the war, like their fat commander who has no regard for the consequences,

No matter who the enemy is. We all pursue a policy of blood for blood.

As long as it hurts Samor's interests. will be met with bloody revenge from Samoor, even if he runs out of Vekia, Samar will also offer a high enough price to buy his head

"His own reply will decide the fate of the entire west!" Mao Modain did not doubt the truth of this sentence in the slightest, which made it difficult for Mao Modain to decide

The current Samore is strong enough, and even Rui Erdian, the number one power in the mainland, was knocked out of his front teeth by them in Deherim, and Mao Modayin believed. As long as Samol is willing, he can create the ideal place for zào by himself. It will be covered in bright red blood in an instant.

The decisiveness and sincerity of Summer's expression also shocked Mao Modain!

Hutak's territory is not large, but it is the main road to the western hinterland, and the capture of Hutalenku is equivalent to opening the door to the west

But Samore handed over the territory so happily, this kind of courage had to make Mao Modayin feel admired,

What should I do about Samol's rare generosity this time?

Mamodaine rubbed his temples, which were a little swollen. Regardless of whether Samor exaggerated this time, the calm in the west could not be maintained

"What is that Jonst envoy doing here?" Mau Moravant looked confused, and Hutakniso hurriedly whispered a few words in his ear,

"A thousand is good!" a hint of surprise appeared on Mau Moravant's solemn face, and the actual capture of Jones Territory was more powerful than any wording.

Mau Lavent naturally understood his father's current hesitation as a vacillation of will.

"Since you want living space, then I'll give it to you!"

It took a while. Mao Mo Dayin raised his head, looked at his excited son with sharp eyes, and waved to the old butler, "Old Feith! Go and invite the Jonst envoy in! Since you have proposed that the west belongs to everyone, then I will leave the decision on the fate of the west to you" Happy New Year, thank you for your support over the past year. Thank you!"