338 Chapter 338: Intimidation

There were so many chiefs present, but no one dared to stand up and ask. It really made him depressed and helpless to let the second-in-command of the Belmode tribe take the lead.

The man in black slowly pulled down his cloak, and Aslan slowly appeared in front of everyone.

Andre subconsciously opened his mouth wide.

The other tribal chiefs also looked confused, not understanding what Aslan meant by this at all?

Adventure alone?

"Marquis Aslan? What do you mean?" Aisha asked slightly startled.

Aslan took off the black robe, revealing the desert camouflage uniform underneath. Except that he didn't wear a tactical helmet, he also had a lot of tactical vests and knee pads and elbow pads.

"It's not interesting, everyone should be very clear about the current situation!" Aslan said indifferently, and swaggered into the chief seat, resolutely looking like the master of the house.

The tribe that already had a close cooperative relationship with Aslan didn't care too much.

But those tribes who have not cooperated with Aslan are not so friendly.

Even if they formed a coalition and elected Andre as the commander, they didn't let any of them be the leader, but Aslan's appearance as a big brother angered a lot.

One of the lizardmen stood up abruptly, and just as he was about to speak, he was directly nailed to the ground by a red spear and died.

This fierce shot made Gareth and the others subconsciously widen their eyes. From this shot, they felt that Aslan's attitude was different from before.

"Let me make a long story short. The current situation does not allow you to be so lazy. The army of the Ottoman Kingdom is approaching. The vanguard army is no more than 50,000. The Ottoman Kingdom claims to control 5 million strings. Even if this vanguard army is defeated, there will be one, or even The scale will be even larger, and it will be impossible to defend it with the strength of the Changfeng Plain." Aslan said lightly.

The faces of many tribal chiefs changed drastically in an instant, and they stood up abruptly, but the next moment they were pressured back to their seats by Cu Chulainn's swordsman mentor.

"Mentor-level powerhouse!" Andre couldn't help showing a bitter smile, the thing he was most worried about happened.

As for Aisha, it seems that she already knew that this day would come.

In fact, when she was in Merlot City, she had already received news that there were three mentor-level powerhouses in Merlot City, and it was because of this that she completely broke her insistence.

Even if Aisha recovers the strength of the magister, she would not dare to face three mentor-level powerhouses alone, and because of her status as a magister, she can naturally sense the power of Duke Medea, even at her peak. Nor is it the Duke of Medea's opponent. Once she dares to cast top-level magic in the city of Merlot, she will definitely be perceived by the Duke of Medea. Not to mention that she is not sure about the three swordsman mentors. Just attracting the Duke of Medea, She couldn't eat and walked around.

Aisha stopped Gareth who was about to speak, and asked calmly, "Marquis Aslan, I don't quite understand what you mean?"

Aslan waved his hand indifferently, Cu Chulainn immediately withdrew his aura.

"To put it simply, I want to recruit you, and I will give you enough benefits. All your tribes will submit to me."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the tent instantly froze.

Rezabi said with a bad face, "Aslan! This joke is not funny at all."

Aslan shook his head and said: "You can't be the master of Reza, and why don't you submit to me? We are still the same as before, no matter what we do, we will have business, and I will provide unlimited food and food. Beer for you."

The middle-aged man who had been sitting quietly behind Rezabi came out. He put his two-handed battle ax in front of Aslan, and knelt on one knee without hesitation to express his allegiance.

"Uncle!" Leizabi was startled, the middle-aged man was his uncle Claireton.

The most important thing is that Creelton is a mentor-level powerhouse who has been hidden for more than ten years by the Rezabi tribe in the Changfeng Plain. This is also the key to their ability to talk to other tribes on an equal footing.

Clareton expressed his surrender, and Merlin also stood up and chose to surrender.

All of a sudden, the other tribes were not calm, and quickly turned their attention to the other big tribes.

Gareth looked at Aisha, and Aisha was unmoved. In fact, she wanted to stand up and surrender, but she needed to maximize her interests.

Wolf finally developed into the fifth largest tribe in the Changfeng Plain. Naturally, he was unwilling to surrender like this, and tried to struggle to the death. While everyone was not paying attention, he was about to sneak out of the big tent, but the next moment, a red light flashed , His whole body was provoked by the red spear and held in the center of the big tent, with blood continuously flowing down.

German reacted the fastest. He managed to break through the Great Sword Master. He didn't want to lose his life because of such a trivial matter. He had already reached an agreement with Aslan, and he was ready to lead all the small and medium-sized tribes under his command to surrender, in exchange for the clansmen to become Melo conditions of urban citizenship.

Only those who have enjoyed the life of Merlot City will yearn for the beauty of that city.

"My lord! I am willing to lead the tribe to surrender." German's kneeling led to a group of small and medium tribal chiefs, and almost all the people who could follow German to the big tent were his cronies, so naturally they had already taken over. to the message.

As long as they surrender, Aslan will build a farm on their original land. That kind of farm is the bacon fruit farm of the Gareth tribe. Because of the natural magic, the bacon fruit farm of the Gareth tribe has begun Harvested, the annual food production is enough to feed the entire tribe, and there is surplus food for the subordinate tribes and half-orc servants.

Of course, the condition is that all armed forces must be disarmed, and even all the half-orc servants must be handed over, leaving only one-to-one half-orc servants.

A foreign race can only be equipped with one half-orc servant.

These farmers are still the masters of the farm, and all the food grown in it is distributed by themselves.

Thinking that they would be able to eat and wear warm clothes in the future, and they could go to Merlot City for tourism and consumption when they had nothing to do, these small and medium-sized tribal chiefs naturally agreed.

After all, they are in the Changfeng Plain. Even the tribal chiefs have to pay tribute to the surrounding big tribes on time every month, which makes their tribe often full and hungry, especially in the past year.

Several major tribes traded with Merlot City, and each of them ate their mouths full of fat, but they did not reduce their tribute at all, and did not reveal any leftover soup for them to drink. Anyway, they are changing owners, so why not? The new owners who can feed them and clothe them warmly, and they are still the leaders of the tribe, is there any other difference?

This is why Aslan wanted to trade with the major tribes in the Changfeng Plain in the first place, to separate them from other small and medium-sized tribes.