However, the United Army did not do that, because Aslan knew very well that refugees without any training were prone to chaos and riots, and they were unable to cause effective harm to the United Army.
The deaths of refugees can, on the one hand, reduce unstable factors in the territory, and also reduce food consumption. At the same time, their lives can also be used to create opportunities for the ten-party coalition forces.
However, Aslan's character is to love the people as his own children, and he must not easily raise the butcher's knife against the refugees. He must prepare for this aspect.
Aslan was thinking about this, and Nomeli appeared behind Aslan, holding a tray with a glass of hot milk on it.
This is Aslan’s must-have late-night snack when he works late every day.
"How long will martial law last?" Nomiri put the milk in front of Aslan's table and asked helplessly.
Aslan had long expected that the ten-party coalition would launch a beheading operation, so he prepared a response plan very early.
For example, there are more than a dozen of Duke Medea's three-story castles in the camp, but none of them is where Duke Medea rests. In fact, most of these castles are empty.
Aslan has moved the entire headquarters to the lower ground. After this period of development, the Ratmen and the United Army have dug criss-crossing tunnels under the camp.
Naturally, the staff and headquarters were all moved underground. In addition, Duke Medea's five disciples were also in the underground headquarters. Now, only Duke Medea and Aslan were left on the surface.
The reason why Aslan did not sneak underground was because the Ten-Party Alliance needed to be able to grasp the situation in the camp immediately and make a quick judgment when launching the beheading operation.
Duke Medea's reason is very simple, he just doesn't want to go underground.
She is a teacher, everything she says is true, no one dares to contradict her.
Of course, Duke Medea had another idea, which was to let Aslan sneak into her carriage at night.
That's right, the place they live now is the trailer that Aslan uses every day. The outside is similar to a carriage pulling goods. On weekdays, you can hear people outside the logistics camp, in the open space of the carriage, or forming an artificial barrier.
In front of a certain passage in the military camp, even ordinary soldiers on patrol could not spot these two trailers.
As for the facilities of the trailer, not to mention, not only Aslan likes it, but Duke Medea also likes it very much. It looks much more beautiful than the castle, and the only drawback is that it is a bit smaller.
The distance between the two trailers was less than twenty meters, and there was almost no guard around them. In fact, it was not without them. Aslan had Nomeli beside him, and Duke Medea had Raul next to him.
"Continue the martial law until the end of the war. The decapitation operation is the lowest consumption, and it is the most rewarding military operation with a relatively high success rate against us who lack high-end power." Aslan said seriously.
Nomeili said lightly and looked at Aslan with a complicated expression.
In the past few nights, she had noticed that Aslan would sneak into Duke Medea's RV late at night, and then come back near dawn, still carrying Duke Medea's perfume when he came back.
taste.
As long as you are not stupid, you can naturally guess what they are doing.
As for the guidance on cultivation and meditation, even a fool would not believe it. Guidance on cultivation requires going three times in the middle of the night and staying for such a long time.
Aslan noticed Nomiri's strangeness and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. After all, Nomiri was also a mentor-level expert, and a magician had also reached the level of a magister some time ago. Because of his dragon bloodline, his mental power was not comparable to that of ordinary magisters.
It was easy to notice something strange about Aslan, and he was even blocked by Nomeiri once when he came back.
"That! I can't go to Nomeli tonight." Aslan said this subconsciously, feeling extremely guilty.
Nomiri was stunned for a moment, but soon smiled, nodded, and said thoughtfully.
"Master, you don't have to pay attention to me, but this matter is not trivial. You must be careful in everything."
These words made Aslan feel ashamed, and he stood up suddenly and threw Nomeli down.
The two quickly rolled onto the bed and then got into a fierce fight.
He didn't know how long he had been struggling, but Aslan suddenly felt hot all over his body, and he also noticed that his body was strange tonight. It was too long-lasting, and could even be described as tireless.
Nomeli also noticed something strange about Aslan, took the initiative to stop moving, and subconsciously grabbed Aslan's head with both hands.
"Master! What's wrong with you?"
Aslan opened his eyes suddenly, and his pupils had unknowingly turned into vertical pupils, but they were not the same red as Nomeli, nor the original brown, but a striking white.
"I feel so uncomfortable! I feel so cold all over! It feels like my body is going to explode." Aslan's consciousness was already blurred and he began to murmur.
Nomiri was shocked. She quickly recalled the situation when she turned into a dragon. At that time, she first lost consciousness. After the killing, she regained some consciousness and finally regained her humanity.
"Does the young master also have dragon blood?" Nomeli couldn't help but exclaimed, but the strangeness in Aslan's body was very obvious.
Soon, the ferocious dragon armor began to appear on Aslan's body, which was as white as jade and cold to the touch.
"This is the blood of the white dragon!"
Nomiri just finished speaking, Aslan suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of eyes full of fanaticism, Nomiri was startled, and quickly condensed his dragon armor, one red and one white, and they looked at each other.
Then the two armored dragon men turned over and continued to fight hand to hand. However, this time the two men's movements were a bit big. Fortunately, the isolation barrier was set up early to prevent the sound from being transmitted out. At the same time, the RV was towed.
From the outside, there is nothing unusual about it. In fact, the swing frequency of the RV is very high, and the trailer trailer is also constantly making squeaking noises. It is obviously overwhelmed.
The fierce battle started with an explosion and ended quickly. Aslan quickly regained consciousness and the armor on his body slowly dissipated. The same was true for Nomeiri, but there was a hint of dependence in the eyes of the two of them looking at each other.
Love.
This is the bond between dragon people and dragon people.
After the storm, Aslan quietly fell on the bed, adjusting to his body and starting to practice Dragon Fighting Qi.
His magical realm also rushed directly from the great magician to the magician.
"This realm is a bit low! Could it be that the purity of my dragon blood is too low?" Aslan muttered subconsciously.
Nomeli's expression rarely changed. Aslan may not remember it, but Nomeli knew it very well, because a large part of Aslan's power had flowed into her body.