"Who are you?" Veretta understood instantly, stood up and asked coldly.
Aslan kept the names on the command list from beginning to end, and did not pay attention to the three people kneeling on the ground.
The three of them did not answer very sternly, and Aslan did not let Veretta continue to speak, and the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.
Until Aslan finished correcting the list and handed it to Veretta.
"Leave it to Andre and let him handle it according to the list."
"Yes!" Veretta nodded, glared at the three people in front of her fiercely, and turned to leave.
Aslan yawned, without even looking at the three of them, and swaggered back to the carriage, preparing to catch up on his sleep.
Nomeli and Cu Chulainn quietly went to sit under the awning next to the carriage, letting them be basked in the sun. While drinking frozen drinks, they discussed some cultivation experiences and simply ignored the three of them.
The Pipa bones were locked, and their fighting spirit was less than one-tenth of what they were in their heyday. The three swordsman instructors were completely powerless to resist. In addition, their bodies were still bleeding, which made their injuries continue to worsen.
About two hours later, a swordsman instructor fainted due to excessive blood loss.
Ott finally couldn't help but shouted: "We are envoys sent to you by the Ottoman Kingdom. Is this how you treat foreign envoys?"
Hearing Ultra's call, Cu Chulainn just raised his head and glanced at him, ignoring him. This made Ultra panic even more, and he shouted again, and then he was slapped to the ground by Arthur.
Otto looked at Arthur in disbelief.
He was actually slapped by a great knight commander.
At the same time, Otto became even more panicked.
The attitude of the group of people in front of them is chilling and despairing.
Is this going to cost them their lives?
"We are spies sent by the Ottoman Kingdom. We want to know the situation of the 50,000 vanguard troops." Otto quickly changed his words.
Arthur finally put down his raised hand and said angrily.
"Honestly, it wouldn't be so miserable if you had your purpose."
Otto wanted to cry but had no tears.
He really wanted to say, don’t I, a powerful mentor-level person, need dignity?
Do you trample on the dignity of the strong like you do?
The door of the carriage opened, Aslan rubbed his eyes and walked out, and the first sentence he spoke was.
"I'm hungry! Prepare me dinner."
Then Ott saw the table in front of Aslan filled with sumptuous food, and had no intention of caring about them at all.
Another of Ultra's companions also fainted. He also felt the weight of his body. He had lost too much blood. If he continued like this, he would probably bleed to death. Ultra didn't understand why his wounds were bleeding so much given his strength.
It has been a long time, and it has not healed at all. After all, after stepping into the mentor-level realm, the overall physical fitness has far exceeded that of a human being.
So he was panicked.
"My name is Ott Mitas, the one on the left is Taksa Markel, and the one on the right is Nigel Garrett. We are all swordsman instructors affiliated with the Ottoman Kingdom Expeditionary Force." Ott shouted quickly.
Aslan slowly raised his head at this time, and with just a glance, Arthur quickly lifted it up and put it down on the chair opposite Aslan's dining table.
Nomiri muttered a spell, and three black lights flew out, and the bleeding wounds of the three people stopped instantly.
This made Otto feel relieved, but also horrified.
The black-armored knight in front of him who instantly killed him was actually a magician.
The legendary dual cultivation of magic and martial arts.
"Excuse me, what should I call this sir?" Otto asked, resisting the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss.
Aslan smiled and said: "Aslan Sara! Marquis of Merlot, oh, you probably don't know me, but you should have heard of my teacher, Duke Medea."
Upon hearing Duke Medea's name, Ott immediately exclaimed.
"The cold-blooded Duke!"
A cold light suddenly flashed in Aslan's eyes.
"presumptuous!"
Arthur immediately slapped him, and this time he directly used his fighting spirit to slap Otto away, causing a mouthful of blood to spurt out.
He felt like he was going to die, to die of humiliation.
But after finally cultivating to a mentor level, he was at the peak of power and wealth, and his life was still full of all kinds of beauty, so he didn't want to die.
The older you get, the more you fear death, and the richer you are, the more you fear death.
The same was true for Otto. He quickly begged for mercy and said: "Your Excellency, please forgive me! I just made a mistake."
Aslan waved his hand, and Ott was picked up by Arthur again and put on the chair.
"Go on and tell us your purpose!" Aslan began to eat his dinner slowly and methodically.
"The Pioneer Army has not sent cavalry to contact us for a week. They were worried about an accident, so they sent three of us to investigate." Ott said quickly.
"Oh! Three swordsman instructors came out to investigate. It's really a big deal." Aslan said coldly.
Otto was immediately shocked and quickly explained: "I heard that there are no mentor-level experts in the Changfeng Plain, and the three of us happened to be taking turns, so we came to the Changfeng Plain to catch some foreign beauties and go back to have fun."
As soon as he said this, Otto received another slap from Arthur and was slapped away again.
Otto burst into tears, and his voice had a hint of crying.
"Your Excellency, can you tell me what I did wrong first, and then you hit me."
Arthur subconsciously looked at his hands. Is he that powerful? With just a few slaps, he made a mentor-level expert cry.
Aslan smiled and said: "Keep your mouth clean. The entire foreign race in Changfeng Plain is the subjects of my territory. You want to play with my subjects in front of me. Is this slap too much?"
"It's not too much! It's not too much. It deserves a beating." Otto almost cried, covering his face and being lifted back to the chair by Arthur, looking like a frustrated little daughter-in-law.
When Aslan saw this scene, he was completely relieved.
This Otto chose to live between life and death. Under his layers of mental oppression and Arthur's physical oppression, Otto's strong heart had collapsed, and he completely lost his pride and pride as a strong man.
self-esteem.
"This time the Ottoman Kingdom invaded the Beifeng Prairie, how many soldiers and horses were dispatched, and how many armies were divided into." Aslan said with a smile: "If the answer satisfies me, we can consider letting you go back alive, and by the way, you
Healed his injuries."
Otto suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashed with light. As for his two companions, they had been dragged away long ago. It was estimated that they would have little chance of surviving.
At the moment of life and death, Otto decisively betrayed the kingdom that raised him.
The details of this kingdom's expeditionary force were sold out. The size of the army and the number of mentor-level experts were divided into three armies. He was a mentor-level expert affiliated with the South Route Army. The highest commander was Brett.