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eadx ();? Ron stood up, his gaze fixed on Great Magus Moran. "Are you saying that you have the ability to change my current situation?"

"I'm just saying that it's possible, but the probability is extremely high …" "For some reason, I know something more than you do …"

She continued: "In the council, the Holy Church's people's confessions didn't have a decisive effect. The one who really played a decisive role was another person..."

"Who is it?" Ron's curiosity had been completely piqued by her.

The Great Magus Moran laughed and deliberately paused. "He is the expert from the Realm of Gods in the Behemoths' empire, the Behemoths' behemoth — Haoqin …"

"Hao Qin?" Ron heard the name for the first time, his head bowed, his mind racing.

Mo Lan continued, "Although I don't know how you offended the tyrannical Beamon tribe of the Noah Continent, but this matter was undoubtedly caused by him. The people of the Holy Church do not have the ability to do so …"

The Beamon race …

Rönn thought for a while and finally remembered Omicade. He had only fought against the Behemoths once, so it must have been her. This meant that there was a close relationship between Omicade and Meng Qin.

Taking a deep breath, Ron nodded and admitted, "Yes, I did have a feud with the Behemoths."

He raised his head and glanced at the Great Magus Moran. "In that case, there's no place for me in this huge Noah Continent. But from your tone, it sounds like I still have a chance to turn the situation around?"

"That's right..." She was very satisfied with Ron's intelligence, so she cleared her throat and said in a clear voice, "Although the Noah Continent is in the hands of the Council, most people don't have the power to make decisions, and only a few people do …"

Mo Lan said, "They are the seven great domains of the Noah Continent. Among them, the dragon race has two seats, one for the chairman and the other one for the vice chairman. Beamon has one seat, and that's vice chairman Hao Qin …"

She paused, "In the Seven Divine Regions, the Elves have a seat, while us Beastmen have a seat. That is, the Beastmen's Beast God, also my grandfather, the Tauren War God — Li Jia!"

"Lega?" Ron started. He seemed to know what Moran was going to say. Can the people in the Force-Ena solve my current predicament? "

"My grandfather is one of the seven Divine Domains of the Noah Continent and is also a senator from the Diet. As long as he is willing to speak up for you, he can overturn the resolutions of the Diet. At the very least, within the Beastman Empire, a single word from him is enough to save your life …"

Ron listened attentively, but his heart was in shock. From the mouth of the Great Magus Moran, he had heard many secrets, things he had never heard of before.

Lowering his head slightly, Ron's eyes shone brightly. He looked up. "Are you sure you can say that you want more power to help me?"

Mo Lan smiled, "I don't have absolute confidence. However, as his most beloved granddaughter, I think my words are still useful. Besides, this isn't a big deal for you. It's just that this matter involves Lord Hao Qin, so it's a little troublesome …"

"So that's how it is!" Ron finally understood what Grand Warlock Moran meant. He raised his head, took a deep breath and said, "This proposal is indeed attractive, but I don't think there is a free lunch in the world. I think I have to pay a heavy price to do this, no?"

"Smart!"

"I love dealing with smart people the most. Ron, you must be a smart person to be able to think of this, right? Well, nothing is without a price. This is what I meant by a deal …"

"Tell me about it. What do you want me to do? " Ron knew things weren't that simple, and although he was tempted, he said thoughtfully, "As long as it's within my capabilities, I can consider …"

Moran smiled and slowly said, "Actually, it's not a big deal. You just need to participate in a competition. The name of this competition is — Young Qiang's War …"

"Young warrior battle?" Ron froze.

"Of course, we still need to get a rank!" Moran added.

"What is a battle between the strong and the weak?" Ron didn't understand what this less tough fight meant, but he felt that it wasn't going to be a simple game.

"Hehe, I nearly forgot to mention it!" Mo Lan smiled and said, "The battle between the young elites of the Beastman Empire is known as the life and death battle between the young elites of the Beastman Empire, the 'battle between the young elites'!"

As the name implies, the young warriors' competitors are mainly teenagers, and the competition is conducted in a one-on-one manner. Every four years, the ages of the previous competitors are limited to under 23 years of age, haha, this year's conditions are slightly relaxed, becoming less than 25 years of age. In other words, anyone under 25 years of age can participate in the competition, whether it is humans or beastmen.

"By the way, the age limit for matches with strong young fighters is very strict. We have a person who will test the true age of the contestants. So, don't change your shape or use magical items or the like to get away with it …"

She glanced at Ron. "Of course, age isn't a problem for you at all."

Ron was eighteen years old, and no matter how they examined him, there was no problem.

"Fighting with fewer people?" Ron thought for a while and became excited.

The reason why the warriors fought against each other was not just because they had more powerful Beastmen Deity Domain experts protecting them. It was also because they could challenge different experts and increase their strength and combat experience. To Ron, this was the true wealth.

He remembered that Grandpa Homerin had once said that the strong grew up in constant battles.

In battle, Ron needed to fight, all sorts of different battles.

Seeing that Ron was a little interested, Mo Lan continued to encourage, "To participate in the young and strong battles, as long as you can enter the top ten, you will obtain everything that everyone dreams of, status, money, power, these are no problems. To enter the top five, you will receive a generous reward, you will also be able to be received by my grandfather, and you will be able to enter the top three.

Moran paused for a moment before slowly saying, "You still have one more request for him …"

Hearing this, Ron understood that this was a request to get more people to speak up for him in the Council, to remove his killing order, but would it be that easy to be number one without having to fight too much?

Ron knew that he would definitely encounter quite a few talented youngsters in this battle. The challenge he was going to face would not be that easy.

"To be honest, I didn't plan to look for you from the beginning …" After talking to Ron, Moran slowly leaned back in his chair and narrowed his eyes. "However, it has been many years since our Tauren clan's Thorny Flower Tribe has received a place in the top ten, and every time, not to mention the top three, we can't even make it into the top ten. This way, the tribe will have a lot of opinions, and if this continues for a long period of time, I won't be able to hold the position of chief anymore, so I'm determined to win this time's top ten rankings, so Ron, I request you to represent my Thorny Flower Tribe in the next round.

"Ron, although you are very strong, I can't place all my hopes on you. This time, my Thorny Flower Tribe has two orcs fighting alongside you, one is an orc warrior and the other one is an orc wolf knight. Adding you, there are three of you.

"Do I have any other choice?" Ron muttered to himself for a while before letting out a sigh. "Fine, I agree …"

When Ron agreed, Moran finally smiled.

At this moment, Ron looked at Moran and said, "Great Magus Moran, can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead!" Ron has agreed to participate in the Young Championship, and she's already treating Ron as one of her own.

Ron looked at Moran carefully, "Great Mage Moran, I see that you're still young and have reached the level of a Grandmaster, but you don't look like you're twenty-five. If you have such talent, why don't you join the young strong battle?"

"Ron, you're asking about the age of a woman, and it's not a polite thing to do.

After speaking with Ron, Moran's face returned to normal. He nodded and said, "That's right, I'm only 25 years old this year. According to the rules of the young elites' competition, I can participate, but …"

"Although we are all in the same healing profession, there is a slight difference between us Orcs and you human Priests. None of us are good at fighting, unless we reach the Saint realm. If I had the combat power of you Great Light Priests, do you think you would be able to participate?"

From a certain point of view, Mo Lan was indeed a genuine genius. She had already become a master level expert before the age of 25, and even in the Beastman Empire, she was still extremely rare. Unfortunately, her profession was the Witch Doctor, and like she said, unless she reached the Saint realm, she would still be a Saint witch.

"I understand!" Ron also stood up. "I will participate in the Young Powerful Battle and work hard to get a placing. At the same time, I also hope that you will not forget your promise to me …"

"Very good!" She sat down and yawned, saying, "It's already late, you should also go back to sleep. From today onwards, you will be a member of my Thorny Flower Tribe. Hmm, you should live in Thorny Flower Castle, I will arrange some people to give you the same treatment as the other two beastmen."

Ron smiled slightly, then looked behind him to see Little Rain and the Barsala girls. "Then they …"

Mo Lan immediately said, "The matter with Torick has already been resolved. You can take her away. As for that girl …"

After looking at Little Rain for a moment, Moran paused, but when she saw the resolute expression on Ron's face, she immediately changed her tone. "It's not a problem. She was involved in my trade with some humans. As long as I capture her and hand her over to those humans, they would give me rich rewards. But now that I think about it, their rewards aren't as good as the rewards you brought me. I'm not lacking in money either …"

Moran smiled. "Alright, you should take them away. I think you need two maids as well. If you are willing, take them in as maids. Hehe, we have at least ten human maids beside the two orcs participating in the competition …"

Although Moran hadn't said so, Ron had a rough idea of what the maids were for, and of course he wouldn't do that to Raindrop and Batha.

"Go back!" "Someone will arrange something for you later, I'm sleepy …" Moran stood up and stretched lazily. His charming demeanor was extremely alluring. She was truly a beauty.

Ron didn't dare to look, and immediately lowered his head, bowed, and said softly, "Goodbye …" See the launch. No ads, please.

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