"Aslan, what are you doing? The teacher called you four times in a row, why don't you rush to the front line as soon as possible?" Genario was furious when he saw Aslan.
Aslan smiled awkwardly and asked people to quickly put away the incendiary bombs.
"Prepare some new weapons." Aslan explained, and at the same time, the Mero army stationed in Mero City was finally about to leave.
Hearing that Aslan was preparing a new weapon, Generido did not doubt his presence and subconsciously glanced at the lineup of the Merlot Army.
That is an ace unit that can fight against the Knights of the Rose and the Tax Police.
But he quickly noticed Jeddu, Diarmuid, Bathory and Will Dillon.
These people can actually communicate with Cu Chulainn and Nomeli on an equal footing, and their strength is obviously extraordinary.
"Are they all mentor-level experts?" Genarido asked subconsciously.
"Yes!" Aslan nodded and began to introduce more to Genari.
"Jedoo and Will Dillon are both magicians, Diarmuid is a knight instructor, and Bathory is a swordsman instructor."
"With the addition of Ms. Nomeli, Cu Chulainn and Sachs, you already have seven mentor-level experts under your command." Genarido said in shock.
Aslan knew that the stronger he had at this time, the more confidence he would have after the war began.
"More than that!" Aslan shook his head.
"There are two mentor-level experts stationed in Alliance City. In addition to Sachs, Winner is also a magician in Merlo City."
"Winner! That elf administrator?" Generido had naturally seen Winner and asked subconsciously.
Aslan nodded firmly.
"In terms of the number of mentor-level experts, the elves are definitely the number one on the mainland. As long as they are given time to recover, they will become an extremely important combat force."
Genari nodded, but there were only a few people who dared to use foreign races with confidence like Aslan.
The entire Merlot army rushed to the Nasri area in a carriage, but there were nearly 10,000 more rat people in the team. However, Generido did not notice these because he and Aslan flew directly there, without having to
A few hours a day's journey.
Accompanied by the Air Magic Brigade.
A neat flying group formation soon appeared in the sky above the United Army.
Aslan looked at the slightly chaotic United Army camp and frowned in displeasure.
The formation of the Aviation Magic Brigade was quickly noticed by the United Army, and the United Army in the Mello area immediately cheered.
The unified army in the Billy region is okay. They have also seen aviation magic troops. The Billy region is now equipped with a squadron, mainly used for high-altitude reconnaissance.
Aslan flew directly to an earthen castle and landed. Needless to say, it was obvious that this was the headquarters established by Duke Medea with magic.
Malu greeted Aslan and said, "You are finally willing to come. When you came, you should have seen that the layout of the military camp was a bit chaotic, and the teacher was not in a good mood these days."
Aslan nodded and followed into the castle.
The castle is divided into three floors, with the headquarters on the ground floor, the conference room on the second floor, and the resting place of Duke Medea on the top floor.
A magic wave signal tower was also built at the top of the castle.
In the lower-level headquarters, the staff officers or military advisers from various regions have already been quarreling.
Obviously, their thoughts have not been unified yet, and they are still fighting independently, so the tactics and response plans they proposed are unsatisfactory.
Aslan had a cold face and went directly to the second floor. The staff officers in the Melo area turned pale instantly and quickly returned to their respective positions one by one. They no longer participated in the discussion and spent most of their time drawing maps and collecting intelligence.
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As for tactical configuration, formation selection and terrain advantages, they have no control over it.
When the lord comes, he will naturally be responsible for these matters. They only need to collect intelligence, confirm the battlefield terrain and army configuration again and again, and prepare for the questions that will follow.
In the conference room, there was no noise as before, and the people on both sides of Natal and Watini were unprecedentedly quiet, which could even be described as depressing.
"You are finally willing to come here. I thought you were going to run away." Duke Medea said in a strange tone.
Aslan smiled, and Malu quickly placed a piece of information in front of Aslan.
"The situation is very serious, you should take a look first!"
"Oh!" Aslan Feng Qingyun looked at the information in his hand calmly. Even after reading it, the expression on his face did not change at all.
Perhaps influenced by Aslan's calmness, the oppressive atmosphere in the conference room slowly relaxed.
Qatar was the first to be unable to bear it and asked the question first.
"Lao Jiu, I see that you are confident. It seems that you already have a way to deal with it?"
Aslan touched his face and asked curiously: "Am I confident?"
Kattar was immediately choked.
"Xiaojiu is not joking now. The Ten-Party Alliance is coming fiercely. It has dispatched an army of millions of elites. There are many soldiers and generals. This battle will be difficult to fight!" Watini said with a sad face.
Natal snorted coldly and said dissatisfiedly: "Maybe you are still planning to surrender?"
Watini's face turned red. Before she told Aslan the plan, she was choked up by Natal's words.
"Do I call that surrender? That's called fighting in a roundabout way. Taking advantage of geographical advantages to entangle the Ten-Party Alliance and drag it into the Merlocks Province. As time goes by, the Kingdom of Cleveland will definitely send troops." Watini said firmly.
Natal hates this the most, because it will definitely make the Naris area the main battlefield, and the Naris area she finally developed will become a victim of the war.
If the main battlefield is in the Kes area, would Watini still dare to say this?
Aslan looked at the two people who had already quarreled with a speechless expression.
"Shut up!" Duke Medea's veins jumped when he heard this, and he couldn't help but roared.
This roar was accompanied by his terrifying pressure.
A terrifying coercion suddenly spread out from the center of the bunker, making the surrounding patrol troops tremble with fear.
Originally, Verdilon was a little dissatisfied with Duke Medea's meeting and did not call them mentor-level experts, which was a bit excessive. However, after feeling this pressure, he looked at the people sitting quietly next to him.
There were several mentor-level experts from other regions. He was very timid and went over to sit down, thinking silently in his heart.
"Absolutely! The cold-blooded princess has reached the critical point of becoming a great mage. As long as she is given a little more time, she will definitely be able to take that step."
The patron saint of the Grand Magister level.
When he thought of this, Verdilon couldn't help but tremble secretly in his heart. If Duke Medea really broke through the Grand Magister, would it have a huge impact on the existing structure?
Others may not know it clearly, but as a veteran mage from the Ten Directions Alliance, he knows a little more.