If it were in the past, it was indeed very important to find a strong ally, but the current Auckland Empire did not need to care about these things at all. Polger must be considering other aspects.

"The second mission is a major procurement before the Ten Years' War. Each empire needs to increase its own military reserves, including for the Ten Years' War, and more for the mainland war in ten years' War.

Take out your extra supplies to exchange for the relatively lacking materials.”

Ferlig thought in his mind that he was not interested in these two tasks, that is, he was not a diplomatic talent, nor a businessman. Although Emperor Wu Tian would definitely send him an expert in this field when he was on the mission, he was useless except being a puppet leader, and he also spent a lot of time, delaying his magic practice, which was inappropriate.

"The third mission is also for the Ten Years' War. Three months before the war begins, the Eight Great Empires will send their own warriors and the most elite troops to conduct a martial arts competition to let everyone know more about the strength of their opponents."

"Your Majesty, I will choose the third mission.

"Feleg said immediately. Although it delayed his practice, the comparison itself could accumulate experience, and the task was relatively easy. Not to mention anything else, just sending a team of Mo Kai troops, at least you won't lose.

"But your Majesty, why do we magicians only send out powerful warriors?" Feleg asked.

"Magic masters do not need to participate in such competitions, because this competition is for the Ten Years War and future mainland wars. In the war, the main force will always be warriors. No matter how powerful the magician is, it is useless. The number is too small, and it cannot determine the direction of the war.

"The Emperor Wu Tian said.

"Well. I understand, then who will His Majesty send to participate in the competition? Is the Mo Kai Army sent it?" Felleg asked, wondering if this is considered to be an early exposure of his strength.

"This competition, I'll take your followers to participate. As for the army, I heard that your 3,000 private army has trained very hard and achieved good results. And their local mo armor is already equipped. Let's take them there.

"The Emperor Wu Tian said.

"As for your order." Felleg had a black line in his forehead. Is Your Majesty too slutty? He actually went from a strong warrior to an army, and it was all his own way?

He weighed his mind for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, it is what Ferlig should do to contribute to the empire, but the strength around me seems to be too weak. You know, the Martial God Sword can increase the Martial God level on the surface, but in fact, it is a fake Martial God.

Even if the six of them come together, they may not be the opponent of the God of War."

"What does that matter? Anyway, you are following you, isn't there a martial god?" Emperor Wu Tian said immediately.

"Ah... Are you talking about the wisdom god of war, Mr. Haydn? Is he willing to go?" Felleg then realized that among his followers, there was another god of war.

"Of course, even if you want to go in person, why don't he go as a follower?" Emperor Wu Tian smiled strangely. Follower, is Haydn really his own follower? Joke, this is definitely a joke.

"This martial arts competition, like before, is located in the ancient city of Hailancha. This is an ancient and abandoned city that does not belong to any empire. It is relatively close to our country and can only be reached in one month.

Therefore, you still have one month to prepare, and I believe that in a few days, the God of War Haydn will be able to reach the imperial capital."

"In addition, you should be careful about this martial arts competition. The goal of the martial arts competition is to let everyone understand the opponent's reality and reality. Therefore, there will be a lot of friction not only on the ring, but also in private. It is to find out the opponent's strength.

You also need to learn how to deliberately create conflicts and explore the details of other empires."

"Yes, Your Majesty. I understand." Felleg then realized that it was not a simple competition in the arena, but the secret moves from the audience were the key points. Everyone deliberately made trouble for each other, and it would be a headache to think about it.

But this is also good. If you choose a competition, Felleg wants to experience the feeling of real fighting. In his own country, fighting each other is of different natures, no one will take ruthless measures, and there is no need to deal with enemy countries.

"Are you dead or injured?" Feleg asked.

"In principle, this is the case, but the Ten Years War is for the mainland war, so there is no problem in hurting the other party. Generally, no one will hold grudges, and try not to kill the other party as much as possible."

The two discussed for more than an hour, and Filig also grasped the key to this competition. It doesn’t matter if the strong loses the battle, and the army will get as good ranking as possible.

In private, there are some people from enemy countries that need to be paid attention to, so it is best to cause some trouble to test the other party's true strength.

In addition to martial arts competitions and temptations, the results of the martial arts competition will also affect the choice of alliances. After all, no empire is willing to choose too weak allies.

Ten Years' War is more like an exercise, but this exercise is a flesh-and-blood exercise, not for the sake of good looks and fun.

It was just getting dark, and Ferleg returned home and asked Jenny before he knew that there were guests at home, and there were quite a few. Mira and several martial saints were accompanying the guests and just went to the martial arts performance field in the backyard.

Ferlig asked his servant to lead the way. He just returned home yesterday. The yard was too big and he really couldn't find a place. It took him ten minutes to arrive at the martial arts field in the backyard. Before he could sigh that the dean was too big, he was attracted by the fighting spirit in the martial arts field.

There were quite a few people on the side of the martial arts field, and six martial saints were there. In addition to them, there were more than ten people. An old man with white hair and beard surrounded by stars like the moon.

In the martial arts field, Ferleg saw that his opponent was an old man, and the broadsword in his hand was shining with a thick golden light, which marked that the old man was also a martial saint.

Phil did not use the Martial God Sword, but found a broad sword from the side of the martial arts field. At this time, he was fighting with the old man. The two of them had similar strength, but Phil was slightly inferior to the strength of the fighting spirit.

However, he is younger, moves faster and has stronger body, so the two of them play at the same time, comparable.

As soon as Ferig entered the martial arts field, the old man with white hair and white hair was the first to find out. He turned to look at Ferig, his eyes shining, which scared Ferig. Even though he didn't know much about the warrior, just this kind of gaze that made Ferig know that the old man was not simple.

"May I ask, is it Lord Ferlig coming?" The old man separated everyone and walked to Ferlig and asked, his tone of politeness.

Felleg didn't know who he was, but just looking at his spirit and his age, there was no reason to respect him like this.

"Hello old man, I'm Fellig."

"Heddn Burca met Lord Ferge." The old man bowed and said, everyone was shocked. They had known that the old man was Haydn, and they were very surprised to see him saluting a young and distorted magician.

Felleg was also surprised. Although he knew that the old man had an extraordinary identity, he did not expect that he was Haydn, who was known as the wise god of martial arts, and the teachers of the five martial saints.

The other three martial gods in the empire are all above Haydn's strength, but if they are smart, no one dares to compare with this old man. Just looking at the five disciples taught by them, they are all martial saints. This alone makes everyone admire them.

"Ah... it turns out that you are Mr. Haydn, the God of War."

"Mr. Ferlig, as your follower, you don't have to be so polite to me, just like Phil and the others." Haydn said with a wink at Ferlig, who was facing Ferlig, and others couldn't see the expression on his face.

"Wow... no, Lord Haydn, you are really him... his follower? How is this possible?" Everyone around exclaimed. Seeing Haydn so polite to a young magician, he was very surprised. He actually made a ruthless message again, and the God of War became someone else's follower?

When the four martial gods of the Empire wanted to become followers of a certain magician when they were young, they wanted to become followers of a magician before they became war gods, but the people they were unwilling to follow were too weak, and the powerful magicians looked down on them, so the four martial gods had never followed anyone.

At that time, the war was too far away, and the magician did not need followers. He was more willing to find a Feng Shui treasure land in the forest of the Demon Realm and practiced with all his heart. If you can avoid followers, you will be exempted.

Now that the war is approaching, many magicians have posted notices on the recruitment list of the Elite Warrior Academy of Magic Academy to find followers. For various reasons, many warriors have followed behind the magicians. However, although the relationship between these warriors and magicians has been settled, they have never seen the magicians.

There is no way to do this. The magicians went to the Grassland Valley to practice and refine armor. At present, the Grassland Valley is the secret of the empire and cannot be made public to the public. Therefore, these warriors cannot be taken there.

"Dear friends, I am indeed a follower of Lord Ferge. That happened half a year ago, but I have never had the chance to meet Lord Ferge." Haydn said with a smile.

"Haden? You old guy has become a follower of the magician? Are you shameless? Even if you choose to follow, it should be that old guy Albert." The sound was like a bronze bell, and before the person arrived, the sound came first.

Haydn turned around and looked at the backyard wall and said loudly, "It's Paul, why not come in and talk, we haven't seen each other for ten years."

Ferlig knew the least about warriors, so he naturally didn't know who Paul was, but those who stood behind Haydn were all imperial martial saints, so how could he not know Paul?

Mira knew that Feleg knew nothing and whispered in his ear: "Paul Beluci, one of the four martial gods of the Empire, was born with divine power, and was called the giant martial god. She has very strong combat power. She ranks second among the four martial gods."

Ferlig asked, "This martial god is also ranked? Which one is Haydn?"
Chapter completed!