Grandmaster of Heroes

In the stretch of desert, some people ride the phoenix, others step on the dragon, some people float in the air, some people fall to the ground, and some people bury half of their body in the sand.

Groups of demons dance wildly, but this is really the situation when the five kings of the western continent met.

When Xu Zhi was summoned, he fell into the ground and could not help but stagger.

Mistreo floats in low altitude, and if he is at a higher position, he will need to save himself by flying magic.

The situation did not seem to be like giving him benefits, so he handed over information, and it was impossible for the big men of the five great powers to stand up and praise him.

"We, Apollo, were in a complete mess, and now we have finally chased out the invaders of Xia Nong, and are really unable to sustain the next war."

Sitting on the phoenix was Irutan, the guardian of the elven kingdom, and listening to his words, which lasted for several months, the Apollo counterattack seemed to be over.

"This is the weakest moment in the Xia Nong Kingdom. If you don't fight, who will help you if you are attacked by Xia Nong in the future?"

Mistreo, who was floating in the air, nodded slightly at Xu Zhi, and blamed Irrutan with impoliteness.

As a rescuer of Casa of the Kingdom of Apollo, Mistreo can indeed speak like this.

Without him working in it, even the elite who has gathered the elemental world may be able to lose both sides and even hurt their muscles, and they can only hide in the forest and slowly repair their vitality.

The elven kingdoms in history did not do much to hide and hide. After being beaten, they went to hide in the forest, farther away and deeper.

When their forces resumed their comeback, they sometimes even found that the country that had invaded them had already perished.

It is not surprising that Irutan has this kind of thinking. This is more the mentality of the Aberro nationals, and he does not actively seek war.

It is already very powerful to be able to drive off the aggressor.

"Ah~, I see everyone's opinion, whether it is fight or peace, we are willing to follow."

Irutan sighed and did not speak again.

"If it is not possible to extend the territory, it would be meaningless for us to slash the Shannon, and now we are barely able to regain our capital and exit the territory of our O'Reilly."

Madikes on the dragon opened his mouth, followed by four floating fire monsters behind him, and he was the only guard at this time.

This is a very handsome young man with two moustache, and he looks extremely elegant, but the flash of green eyes flashing from time to time gives him a little changeable thought.

Very scheming, also know how to choose.

In the war of more than a year, Madikes struck Aberro, and also interspersed with Krison. More importantly, at the crucial time, he pitted Shannon and played Pope Ryan.

Although young and not as powerful as these old emperors, he already has enough capital to enter this level, and it is worth paying attention to by several other emperors.

"As you wish."

Mysterio returned to the last sentence and saw Madikes laughing again.

"Of course, if there is a chance, I am willing to follow a few people to act together. After all, Xia Nong and I have the greatest hatred."

Madikes' eyes radiate like a wolf. As a practitioner of natural magic, even Zhi Zhi can feel it, not to mention Mistreo and Irutan.

The ambition is big, and it swings from side to side, wanting to get enough benefits in it.

This is probably what Madikes thought.

"Thanks to the blessings of your war in the south of Shannon, our northern country has made a little bit of cheap, and the famine has slowed down a lot."

Bollinger spoke lightly. Behind him was Meng Ge, whom Xu Zhi had seen several times, and a barbarian wearing a horned crown.

If two people can come to this occasion, this person's status will not be low.

Like Mengge, the other party was obedient and did not intervene.

"But I'm getting older," Bollinger said, "I can't do anything about leading the army to fight."

"Young people don't take care of the old so easily," Mistelio reminded: "I remember you were just over seven hundred."

"I'm better than you," Pollinger raised his white hair, pointing to the two behind him and laughing: "I want to enjoy life now, and the next generation will be handed over to the next generation."

"Mengge has seen the elders."

"Olatu has seen the elders."

The two barbarians took a step together, their eyes filled with excitement.

Like Madikes, they not only have to resolve the many contradictions caused by domestic population expansion leading to famine, but also need to use enough merits to complete this throne competition.

They were not directly inserted into the main battlefield of Xia Nong. Instead, they had a trace of enthusiasm, their eyes constantly sweeping the emperors participating in the conference, trying to find out the true ideas in the hearts of the emperors.

The performance of the two is so obvious that everyone can understand their thoughts without express words.

These are the two barbarians who like war, just like Bollinger.

It will take two weeks for the north to go south to cross the strait, and will face the Shannon army alone after landing.

If there is no other country to attack Xia Nong to share the pressure, facing the frontline supply, fighting alone, siege and other issues, losing is a matter of time.

At this time, they had the mind of war, but they also had to take care of others to start this kind of national war.

"Hahaha, what do you think I am doing? I was yanked by you for a meeting. I will hurry to finish the meeting. I will go back and sew the body."

Baron Feng Tajin, who was only half exposed, seemed to be a little happy, and his hollow mouth raised wide and wide.

"You sew a watermelon, although we are discussing to use soldiers against Xia Nong, but if you don't keep up, don't blame us to unite and destroy you first, and save you in the back," Mistreo said angrily.

What he was most worried about was this old skeleton. The more living people are, the stronger they are, and the more dead people are, the stronger. The development is as fast as snowballing. It is not suppressed in the early stage, and it cannot be suppressed in the later stage.

If all the nations were fighting the Xia Nong together, they would definitely not allow a large undead country to stay behind and pick up the cheap.

"You guys really don't justify, just stare at the honest bully." Baron Feng Tajin said dissatisfiedly: "Warfare is a very serious matter. We must at least choose a lucky day, and also invite some people to release advanced lucky techniques. People pray for war..."

The old skeleton is nagging and talking about his war experience. As an emperor, Baron Feng Tajin feels that his mentality is very important.

Lucky as the wind, always with me, only with good luck can we win the war.

This is the concept of Baron Feng Tajin.

"This old thing has been nagging for a long time. I want to find a group of people who will release advanced lucky techniques to pray for him. He is specializing in superstition~www.wuxiaspot.com~ psychological problems."

Mistreo whispered to Xu Zhi around him.

Lucky surgery is just a defense against physical attacks, how can there be that metaphysical ability.

The green skins who have practiced luck for a lifetime are still part of the weakest chicken in the law of the jungle, showing that luck is useless.

"Is there any jungle goblin that releases advanced luck, the best is the best."

But compared to Irutan and Madikes swinging left and right, it is Baron Fontagin who is the easiest to open his mouth.

As long as the three emperors of the five emperors are willing to start Xia Nong's expedition, the other two countries will inevitably keep up.

"I have top-level lucky technique" Xu Zhi smiled: "I have released two lucky techniques to Baron Feng Tajin before."

Compared to being brought to Baron Fontagin by Glick a few years ago, he was finally treated better.