929 Chapter 929: Cannibalism

Aslan suddenly became interested and asked, "Are you willing to give up the cattle, sheep and rights in the grassland?"

Junchen gritted his teeth and said: "Yes, my subordinates yearn for city life even more. After losing their cattle and sheep, my subordinates can set up factories and open various shops."

Aslan couldn't help laughing, and kept pointing at Junchen.

"You, it seems that you know the situation of the Ott tribe very well!"

After Junchen heard this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had heard about the lives of the tribal leaders of the Ott tribe a long time ago, and there were people who secretly bought properties in Merlot City, but the prices of shops and real estate in Merlot City are terribly high, and millions of gold coins are spent. He just bought two shops of more than 30 square meters, which made him realize the wealth contained in the city.

As for the high-ranking Zuo Xianwang, the tribal leader, and the Melox Empire watching over his head, any mistakes in his errands will surely receive a thunderous blow, so he might as well hide in the city and become a rich man.

With his mentor-level strength, as long as he passes the test, he will soon become a part of the Melox Empire, and even have the opportunity to lead the army.

No matter where the mentor-level powerhouse is? They are the mainstay of a country. Even if the Melox Empire can cultivate mentor-level powerhouses faster, the problem of insufficient manpower will always exist as the land area continues to expand.

"I'm looking forward to your performance." Aslan put down his hands, swaggered and sat next to Duke Medea, stole a spoonful of ice cream and ate it, and Duke Medea rolled his eyes.

As time went by, the size of the city became larger and larger, and these tribal leaders were shocked to find that their tribal population was declining sharply, and when they wanted to do something, they were already powerless.

Because their enemies have changed from the Meloxes to their former clansmen, that battle cannot be fought.

This is Chi Guoguo's overt conspiracy. I believe there are wise men in the Ottoman Kingdom who have seen it, but they are powerless to oppose it.

Opponents have no choice but to die.

The fighting in the camp of the Ottoman Kingdom army intensified, and the surrounding Merox Empire army was slowly advancing until the entire camp was surrounded.

Rumble!

With a loud noise, two groups of strong men flew out from the Ottoman camp, breaking out in the direction of the weakest Third Army.

In the direction of the Third Army, there is only one magical mechanized division of the unified army, two infantry divisions of the National Defense Army, plus the 200,000 Ottoman troops who surrendered. The most important thing is that there is no master-level powerhouse.

Rachel didn't feel any surprise when he saw the strong team flying straight towards him.

Among the encircling armies in four directions, the third group army was the weakest, and the enemy would only go in this direction if they wanted to break out of the encirclement.

"The anti-aircraft guns are ready! The aviation magician troops fire." Rachel decisively gave the order.

The air magic guide troops who had been ambushing at high altitude to watch the battle pulled the triggers one after another, and the electromagnetic armor-piercing projectiles fired blue light at the people who were about to break out.

The price of each electromagnetic armor-piercing projectile is as high as two gold coins, but the power is also terrifying. The magister's double-layer magic shield was directly shot through, and several mentor-level powerhouses were shot to death on the spot.

Sean succeeded in one blow and shouted loudly: "The brigade moves back."

After the intensive anti-aircraft firepower, the team of strong men who broke through the encirclement began to have to circle around to avoid the intensive anti-aircraft firepower, because they didn't know if there were any armor-piercing projectiles fired by the aviation magician troops inside, and under such intensive firepower consumption, , the vindictive armor and shield couldn't hold it at all.

Seeing the breakout team, Aslan stood up abruptly, and the Duke Medea next to him was even faster, turning into a phoenix, and charged towards the breakout strong team.

The Duke of Medea was fast, and Normiri of the northern city-state and Mordred of the Second Army were not slow at all. The two burst out with dazzling red light to kill.

The people who were breaking out saw two red lights and a fire phoenix flying towards them, and their expressions changed dramatically. The great magister of the magic city shouted, "Escape separately!"

After the great magister finished speaking, he abandoned the mentor-level powerhouse who followed him and flew towards the northern city-state. The magister of the magic capital froze for a moment, and then shouted in horror: "Your Excellency Luo Lun, don't abandon us! ah!"

Grand Magister Loren is majoring in the wind system, and his speed is extremely fast, which is why he has the confidence to enter the Ottoman Kingdom.

As expected, Luo Lun's speed was extremely fast, a blue light flashed past, and everyone couldn't see his figure.

Nuo Mili, who was chasing him, also turned around and chased after Luo Lun.

The speed of the great magister of the wind system is indeed very fast, but Nuo Mili, who has the blood of the red dragon, is not bad at all, even faster.

Wiesenhauer of the Maxim Empire is a great knight instructor. When he saw the Duke of Medea and Mordred who were rushing straight, he gritted his teeth and said, "You continue to break through, and I will buy you time."

"Your Excellency Wiesenhauer." The mentor of the Maxim Empire gave him a moved look, and after performing a knight's salute, he accelerated and flew towards the garrison of the Third Army.

Wiesenhauer was well aware of the terror of Duke Medea, he didn't dare to confront her, so he drew his knight sword and flew towards Mordred.

He has long seen the heavy knight armor on Mordred's body. As a great knight mentor, he naturally knows that the overall attack power of a great knight mentor is not as good as other professions. With his defense, his life will not be in danger for a while. .

The two collided, and the speed of the Duke of Medea slowly slowed down. He swept away Weisenhauer who had collided with Mordred, muttered a few words, and returned swaggeringly, just in time with Aspen. Lan hit.

"Why didn't you chase him?" Aslan asked puzzled.

"A group of mentor-level powerhouses, even if there is a city of magic to support them, do you think they can break through the third army? Another great magister is being targeted by Nuo Mili, so why should I go up to join in the fun?" Duke Medea did not hesitate care about said.

The corners of Aslan's mouth twitched, and he didn't say anything else. He didn't want to offend Duke Medea because of such a trivial matter.

Mordred and Wiesenhauer, like sparks hitting the earth, continuously erupted with dazzling light, hitting the ground from the sky, and the ground had already been smashed into many deep pits by the battle between the two.

Aslan stopped to watch with great interest.

"The battle between knights is simpler and more violent than the other two professions." Aslan sighed.

Duke Medea said disdainfully: "Two muscular sticks collided and slashed at each other with weapons to see who is stronger and has higher defense. What is there to see."

Aslan was speechless. The knight's fighting style was very popular among men no matter in that era. At the same time, many women dismissed it.

"Mordred is the number one knight in the empire, and her swordsmanship is also very famous." Aslan said.