Butler Feng nodded: "We really lack inscription masters here. The existing inscription masters are also strong... It's not impossible for you to go to the magic outfit department to see their situation."
"With the seal that His Majesty gave you, they can't stop you." Feng Guanjia said, "But if there is a name, it would be better."
Feng Wu: "Name?"
Butler Feng nodded: "Isn't your godfather the grand marshal? Just let him give you a note."
Speaking of this, Feng Wu smiled bitterly: "He fought with Xue Zhibei."
Butler Feng nodded: "That's right, they have a fight every three days, and it goes on like this, fighting endlessly."
Feng Wu was curious: "Why do they want to fight every three days?"
Butler Feng smiled bitterly: "This is the condition that Xue Zhibei proposed."
After thinking about it, Steward Feng said seriously to Feng Wu: "Your father is a very remarkable person, very, very remarkable."
Feng Dance: "Really?"
She has seen the Grand Marshal. She really looks like a middle-aged and beautiful uncle. She is arrogant to others, but she is very gentle to the little girl she just met. Besides... She has never heard of the Grand Marshal. What a miracle.
Butler Feng looked into the distance with admiration in his eyes: "The military of the Dongsang Kingdom has always been stronger than that of the Junwu Empire, you know it."
Feng Dance nodded.
Butler Feng: "They have flying fighters and inscription bombs, but have you seen them used?"
Feng Dance shook her head.
Butler Feng stared at Feng Wu seriously: "This is the agreement between your father and Xue Zhibei, there will be a battle every three days, until one side completely falls. If the Grand Marshal loses, Xue Zhibei will lead the inscription equipment army, Chaojun The Martial Empire is crushed."
Butler Feng said it was simple, but Feng Wu was shocked when he heard it!
too frightening!
This means that there is always a sword hanging above the head, and it will fall and chop off the head at any time.
Feng Wu: "Is Dongsang country so powerful?"
Butler Feng: "That's how powerful it is."
Feng Wu didn't understand: "Then why did Xue Zhibei make this agreement with the Grand Marshal? Wouldn't it be simpler to invade the Junwu Empire and slaughter our people in one fell swoop fourteen years ago?"
"Because of political needs." Butler Feng was succinct.
"What political needs?" Feng Wu asked.
But at this point, Butler Feng was not ready to say any more.
Feng Wu: "Are we going to live under the shadow of Dongsang's powerful mechanical armament?"
Butler Feng only told Feng Wu seriously: "We are not completely hopeless. The hope of breaking the game lies with Your Highness."
Feng Dance: "Why?"
Butler Feng: "If his strength becomes the highest in the world, then everything will change. And you—"
Housekeeper Feng looked at Feng Wu seriously: "You are also the hope of defeating Dongsang Kingdom."
No more, but Butler Feng stopped talking.
Feng Wu said goodbye to Butler Feng and returned to the upper campus.
At this time, Yang Zhihu had already returned.
Yang Zhihu was injured, and Xuan Yi had given Yang Zhihu his own half bottle of half-step god-level Golden Crow ointment.
So now Yang Zhihu looks good, except for his lips that are a little white.
Yang Zhihu only said one sentence: "I have played against him, and the opponent is from Dongsang country, and—"
Feng Wu: "Please say."
Yang Zhihu: "The other party fled into Nanshan and disappeared. I can't enter the Nanshan restricted area."
Feng Wu frowned: "Nanshan restricted area is..."
(End of this chapter)