Erdayne was only seventy years old, and his old face was full of wrinkles. () The eyes of the old world are small pieces of eye feces, and the years are the best sculptors, no matter how young and handsome the face is, it will also become a ravine under the polishing of the years

"The west is the west, the royal family is the royal family, I hope you can distinguish clearly!. Mamodayin's voice was low, but it exuded shocking power, and all the lords looked at him with reverence, "The 30,000 troops in the north are on the border. You are so enthusiastic. Let's solve this problem!" Mao Modany's old eyes swept over the faces of all the lords, and the scepter representing the co-leader of the Snow Mountain Clan was clenched in his bruised hand, and with the support of several servants, he stood up tremblingly

Hearing Mao Mo Dain's words, no one dared to gnaw on that lord again, although Mao Mo Dain was already old, and many times he was seen squinting and napping on the seat, but no one dared to despise him.

Compared to the intertwined cyan tendons of his hands, his occasionally open eyes still flashed with an eagle-like gaze, in the hearts of most westerners. This old man with a long demeanor is the protector of the west, and his words and orders are the will of the entire west.

Most powerful lords are not admirable from the heart. Because what people are afraid of is what is behind him

But Maummodain did it, not relying on the powerful forces behind him, not relying on the first Maumo light cavalry in the west, but his own noble deeds and the hard work he paid for the land in the west.

Even the royal family of Vicchia had to admit this, inheriting the foundation of the Maumo family at the age of twelve, and being exiled to the Western Jedi at the age of eighteen because of the Wentun Rebellion. At the age of twenty-six, with the support of Kujit Khan, he married the daughter of the chief of the Lal Ullah tribe, the largest tribe in the western snow-capped mountains, and stabilized the rear of the western region by marriage, laying the foundation for the development of the Western Alliance.

In the past sixty years, this is the little servant of the Wentun family, the male lord of the year. The enthusiasm and wisdom of the expression Xiàn made everyone feel admired from the heart.

Faced with the desolate situation in the west, in terms of economy, Mao Modhayin made use of the rich fur resources in the west to develop a complete set of mercenary economy. On the political zhì. Whether it is an enemy or a friend, as long as they are sincerely gathered, Maudain is always willing to accept them.

For example, the Seven Colors Leaf family, there are many families of refugees like this. Some are from Vicchia, some are from Kugit, and even a few are from the kingdoms of Inrdian and Dorok

Relaxed political environment. Eclectic acceptance, let the desolate West in their hearts. Much cuter than Kyoto, the kingdom where there is a fierce struggle for power

The desolate West has been like a sponge absorbing water during these 60 years of relative peace. Continuously absorb nutrients from all over the mainland. Lords, nobles, merchants. Mercenary. Even the enemies of the royal family of Vikia, the Naventotu barbarians, did not mind accepting it,

The territory expands in the accumulation, and the creeks gradually converge into rivers. The desolate west grew slowly in recuperation, villages were established in the desolate Gobi, and people who fled were wandering. With the hope that stopping here can change a qiē! This is when Mao Modain was sixty years old. While standing on the highest stargazing platform in Saran City. The emotion that came out as I looked at the city of Saran, where the carriages were weaving

Every year, Maudain always stays at the stargazing platform for a month, regardless of the cold month or summer. Mao Modhayne has always maintained this habit, and no one knows what kind of affection and gaze this wise old man has, looking at the eternal sky above his head and looking down on this land of hope that he has created with his own hands

Sixty years may be a long time, but in the eyes of the vast earth. Sixty years is not even a moment, and the desolate Western Jedi, in this seemingly insipid wisdom, has gradually developed into the current "prosperous" situation.

"You're the little Hutakniso back then!" Maudain withdrew his gaze from the lords' faces and looked at Hutakniso with the loving gaze of his elders, and nodded at him with a slight tremor in his arm. It's a salute!

"Little your father came here from Kudan. You're still a servant at your father's side, and now you see that you've grown into a great lord! old Hutak will be proud of you." Mao Modain smiled, and the old voice was full of the taste of memory, which was a common problem of old people.

Most of these "second generations" in the west have not experienced the hardships of the bumpy displacement of those years. They don't know that peace itself is a rare luxury, and it is difficult for the west to satisfy their enthusiasm. This sentiment was not only common among lords. It is still within the Mamo family,,。 What a look like he was back then! Mao Modaine stared at Hutakniso's gaze fluctuated, and the young lord in front of him was full of spirit. Let Hutakniso, who has experienced the Wentun Rebellion, think of some people and things that have gone away.

Blurred vision. The fragments of the years left Mao Modain confused

Little Maude Moddyne, whether you can take Fort Omr or not this time, you have to come back alive!

The third lady of the Wentun family at the beginning of the love banquet. Winnacini blushed and lowered her face, and her delicate hands tightened the armor rope of her fiancé Mamodain,

Sixty-one inches with body fragrance squirted out of his mouth, and Mao Mofa, who was planning to get married just now, was shy and unstoppable... One

"Haha! Behind her, her companion who was about to go to the battlefield let out a burst of laughter, "Get out, a bunch of little kids!" Winnacini blushed and brandished the sword she had gifted.

The companions quickly scattered and fled, leaving behind a trail of embarrassing laughter

"Little Mao Modadin, have you seen it! Our red Wentun is about to become the master of this land! The little master, Marquis Wentun, looked back with an excited expression,

Mao Modain, who had grown into a commander, stood behind him with a calm face, and countless Wentun soldiers poured into the walls of Klaisdo, Kyoto, and in the thick smoke, the last arrows on the periphery of Kyoto collapsed with a bang,

Red battle flags. Red blood! What a stirring glorious time! A rare trace of excitement appeared on Mao Modadin's old face,

Mamodayin's confused look made Hutakniso think that his persuasion had worked,

If you don't lose your ears, you won't lose it again!

"Little adults, we need living space". Hutakniso's face flushed, his voice gradually became excited, and his arms waved, this was the last chance for the independents, if they couldn't convince the master of the west, all their previous efforts would be wasted,

The west is not big, but there are many lords, and there is a well-staffed conference like this, and I don't know when it will be there again.

The Little West is too remote, and a small country like Northern Stian would dare to come and attack us! It's a shame!" Takniso decided to throw out his most important killer copper, and exclaimed with all his courage

Sure enough, when Stien spit out the word. All the lords looked nervous. Mao Moda's confused expression fluctuated violently. The five wizened fingers clenched, and the body trembled uncontrollably

These three words stimulated his nerves like needles

"If I could, I wish I could accompany you to the west, at least there will be no conspiracy or betrayal there!" his wife, Winnaki, was covered in blood and lay peacefully in Maumodain's arms, a delicate thin sword pierced her chest, the same one that Mamodyne had given her as a token of love for self-defense, and behind her was the burning Mamo Castle, with corpses and broken weapons piled up in the castle's corridors

Thirty days after being besieged by the kingdom, as a direct member of the rebel Wentun family, his wife Wennaqini chose to commit suicide!

The bright red battle flag of Wentun could no longer fly, and this qiē did not leave Duke Stien, who was on the verge of rebellion

There was a deathly silence in the hall, the word "Stien" was forbidden in the west, and no one dared to say it in the city of Saran. The generous Mamodayin also has its own taboos!

After a long while, Mao Modain's solemn face relaxed slightly, and he sighed with a complicated face, patted the nervous Hutakniso on the shoulder and said, "I know what you want to express!

Under the old man's gaze, Hutakniso felt a kind of depression, feeling like a mouse being targeted by a goshawk,

No matter how wide the ground is, it will never be able to escape the eyes from the sky, and his own words will not be able to provoke this famous wise ruler of the west!

I didn't know how to answer for a while

"Little independence, war, expansion, these blood-boiling words can always arouse the interest of you young people, if I were thirty years younger, I would do the same! If I had this strength thirty years ago, maybe I would have become the second Wentun!" said Mao Modain slowly

"Lord Mamodayin. Glory will always shine on you!" Hutak looked embarrassed and bowed his head and saluted, trying to fool this embarrassing situation, and complimented him, "Without you, there would be no Hutak family! Your will is our choice! I apologize to you for my impulsiveness just now, please punish me, even if I am exiled to the Qionglei Snow Mountain, I will never complain."

In fact, Hutakniso knows very well that the Maumo family is indeed old, and with the rise of many lords, the influence of the Maumo family is weakening, but it is only weakened, holding the richest Morse grassland in the west, and as the patriarch of the largest family in the west and the co-head of the snowy mountain tribe, the Maumo family is still the master of this land.

The generous Maumo family is not a fool, and his words and deeds on weekdays must be under the sight of the Maumo family, and the independent tendency of the Hutak family itself has the connivance of the Maumo family.

The Maumo family needs some different voices to unite the hearts and minds of the people in the west, and the Hutak family can play such a role, in the eyes of the eclectic Maumodain, it is much better to look at the outside than to play conspiracy inside! This is also the reason why Hutakniso dares to touch the bottom line.

Hutakniso has already opened up, he is gambling, he is gambling on himself, on his family! Either agree or exile his independents