Erding was only 70 years old and his old face was covered with wrinkles. Eyes of the world have small pieces of shit, years are the best sculptor. No matter how young and handsome the face is, it will become a gully under the polish of years.

"The west is the west, the royal family is the royal family, I hope you can distinguish clearly. Maomoda has a low voice, but with a shocking power, all the lords look at him with reverent eyes." The northern army is on the border . Since you are so enthusiastic. Solve this problem! "Mao Moda's old eyes swept across the faces of all the lords, the scepter representing the Snow Mountain tribe co-owner clenched tightly in his blue-ribbed hands, and with the help of a few servants, he stood up and trembling

Hearing Momodain's words, there was no longer the lord who dared to chew. Although Maomodain had already looked old, he was often seen squinting on the seat, but no one dared to despise him.

Compared with the cyan tendons that are intertwined in his hands, his occasionally opened eyes still flashed like an eagle's gaze, in the hearts of most Westerners. This old man with an old look is the patron saint of the west. In one sentence, one command is the will of the whole west.

Most powerful lords cannot be admired from the heart. Because people are afraid of what is behind him

But Mao Modain did, not relying on the powerful forces behind him, or relying on the No. 1 Maomo Light Cavalry in the West, but his noble behavior and hard work for this land in the West.

Without Mao Modain, there would be no present west! Even the Vecchia royal family had to admit this. At the age of 12, he inherited the foundation of the Mao Mo family and at the age of 18, he was exiled to the Western Jedi for the Wentun rebellion. At the age of twenty-six, with the support of Kujit Khan, he married the daughter of the largest tribe of the Western Snow Mountain, the tribal chief of the Larula, and secured the western rear by means of marriage, laying the foundation for the exhibition of the Western Union.

Over the past sixty years, this is how the younger generation of the Wentun family lorded a generation. The enthusiasm and wisdom shown made everyone admire from the heart.

Facing the desolate situation in the west, Mao Moda used the rich fur resources in the west to develop a complete mercenary economy. In politics. Whether it is an enemy or a friend, as long as they gather together, Mao Modain is always willing to accept them.

For example, the seven-color leaf family, there are many families of political refugees like this. Some come from Vickia, some come from Cogit, and even a few come from Erndian and Dorok Kingdom

Loose political environment. Inclusive acceptanceism has left the desolate west in their hearts. Much prettier than Kyoto, the kingdom of fierce power struggle

In this relatively peaceful sixty years, the desolate west is like a big absorbent sponge. Continue to absorb nutrients from all over the mainland. Lords, nobles, merchants. Mercenary. Even the Navondotu barbarian, the enemy of the Vecchia royal family, did not mind accepting,

The territories accumulated in the accumulation, and the streams gradually converged into rivers. The desolate west grew slowly in the rest and recuperation, the village was established in the desolate Gobi, and the wandering crowds. Stopping here with hope can change everything! This is Mao Moda at the age of sixty. Standing at the highest stargazing platform in Saran City. Sigh of emotion when looking at the carriage-like Saran City

Every year, Mao Moda always stays in the stargazing station for a month, regardless of the cold summer. Mao Modain has always maintained this habit, and no one knows what kind of emotions and eyes this wise old man has, looking at the constant sky above him, overlooking this hopeful place he created by himself.

Sixty years may be very long, but in the eyes of the vast earth. Sixty years is not even an instant. The desolate Western Jedi, in this seemingly indifferent wisdom, gradually developed into the "prosperous" situation now.

"You are the little Hutakniso in those days!" Mao Modain withdrew his gaze from the faces of the lords, and looked at Hutakniso with the loving eyes of his elders. His arm twitched and nodded to him. It's a salute!

"Your father came here from Kudan. You are still a little servant by your father's side! Now I see that you have grown into a master lord! Old Hutak will be proud of you." Mao Moda smiled because of the old voice full of memories, which is a common problem of the old man.

Most of these "second generations" in the west have not experienced the turbulence and distress of that year. I don’t know yet that calm itself is a rare luxury, and the west is no longer able to satisfy their passion. This emotion is not only common among lords. It still exists within the Mao Mo family. Really like yourself! Mao Moda's gaze fluctuated as he stared at Hutakniso, and the young and powerful lord was in front of him. Reminiscent of Hutakniso, who has experienced the chaos of Wentun, reminds people and things that have gone away.

Blurred vision. Fragments of the years make Mao Moda confused

Little Mao Modain, no matter whether he can beat Omburg this time, you have to come back alive!

The third Miss Wentun family at the beginning of the love feast. Wen Najini humped her face in shame, her delicate thin hands fastened her fiance's armor rope,

Sixty-one inches with a body fragrance spewed out of his mouth. Mao Mofa, who was just married, was shy and unstoppable because of his face...One

"Haha! Little shy Mao Modain." Behind the comrades who were about to go to the battlefield laughed, "Go away! A bunch of little ass!" Wen Najini blushed and brandished her thin sword,

Partners quickly fled, leaving a string of embarrassing laughs

"Little Mao Modain, did you see it! Our red Wentun is about to become the master of this land! The little master, Marquis Wentun, looked back with excitement,

Mao Moda, who has grown into a commander, stood behind him with a calm face. Countless Wentun soldiers flooded the walls of Kyoto’s Klesdor like a tide. The thick smoke was rolling, and the last arrow outside Kyoto collapsed and collapsed. ,

Red battle flag. Red blood! What a brilliant year! There was a trace of excitement in Mao Moda's old face,

Mao Modain's confused look made Hutakniso think his persuasion had worked.

Don’t lose your ears!

"Little adults, we need a living space." Hutakniso blushed, his voice gradually agitated, and his arms were waving. This was the last chance for the independents. If he could not convince the western master, all his previous efforts would be abandoned.

The west is not big, but there are many lords, such a well-staffed conference, I missed it and I don’t know when it will come again.

The small west is too remote, and even a small country like Northern Styrian dares to come and beat us! This is a shame! "Takniso decided to throw away his most important killer copper and screamed with courage

Sure enough, when Steen spit out the words. All the lords looked nervous. Mao Moda violently fluctuated with a confused look. Five skinny fingers clenched, trembling uncontrollably

These three words stimulate his nerve like a needle

"If I can, I really hope I can accompany you to the west, at least there is no conspiracy and betrayal!" Wife Wen Najini was bloody, lying peacefully in Mao Modain's arms, a delicate sword pierced her The chest is the one that Maomodine gave her as a token of protection, and behind it was the flame-burning Maomo Castle. The corpses and broken weapons piled up in the castle corridor

Thirty days after being besieged by the kingdom, as a direct member of the rebellious Wen Tun family, his wife Wen Naqini chose to commit suicide! To his husband, the Hutun family commander left a line of vitality from the commander, in exchange for his death and the abandonment of the territories in exchange for the royal order of Mao Moda in exile in the western snowy mountains.

The bright red battle flag of Wentun can no longer fly, and none of this leaves the rebellious Duke Stian

In the hall, there was deathly silence. The three words of Stian were forbidden in the west, and no one dared to say them in Saran City. The generous Mao Modain also has his own taboo!

After a while, Mao Moda relaxed a little because of his dignified complexion. With a complex complexion, he sighed and patted the nervous Hutakniso's shoulder. "I know what you want to express! Young Lord!"

Under the gaze of the old man, Hutak Nisuo felt a depression, feeling like a mouse stared at by a goshawk,

No matter how wide the ground is, you can never get rid of the eyes from the sky, and your words still can't provoke the western master known for his wisdom!

I didn't know how to answer for a while

"Little independence, war, expansion, these **** words, can always arouse the interest of your young people. If I were younger for thirty years, I would do the same! If I had this thirty years ago My strength, maybe I will become the second Wentun!" Mao Moda slowly said

"Admiral Mao Modin~lightnovelpub.net~ Glory will always shine on you!" Hutak looked down embarrassingly, trying to fool this embarrassing situation, complimenting his mouth, "Without you, there will be no Hutak family !Your will is our choice! I apologize for my impulse just now, please punish me, even if I were exiled to the Daxue Mountain in Qionglai, I will never complain."

In fact, Hutak Nisuo is very clear that Mao Mo Da Yin is really old. With the rise of many lords, the influence of the Mao Mo family is weakening, but it is only weakened, holding the most wealthy Mo in the west. The Grassland, the patriarch of the largest family in the west and the co-owner of the Snow Mountain tribe, the Mao Mo family is still the master of this land.

The generous Mao Mo family is not a fool. His daily words and deeds must be under the sight of the Mao Mo family. The Hutak family’s independent tendency has its own elements of indulgence.

The Mao Mo family needs some different voices to consolidate a strong heart for the west, and the Hutak family can precisely play such a role. In the eyes of the compatible Mao Mo Da Yin, look outside, than play inside. The conspiracy is much better! This is also why Hutakniso dares to touch the bottom line,

Hutak Nisso has been out. He is betting, taking himself as a bet and family as a bet! Either agree or banish your own independents