Aslan suddenly became interested and asked: "Are you willing to give up the cattle, sheep and rights on the grassland?"
Junchen gritted his teeth and said: "Yes, I am more yearning for city life. Without the cattle and sheep, I can set up factories and open various shops."
Aslan couldn't help laughing and kept pointing his finger at Junchen.
"You seem to know the situation of the Ultra tribe very well!"
After hearing this, Junchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He had heard about the lives of the tribal leaders of the Ote tribe a long time ago. Secretly, people were also asked to buy properties in Mero City. However, the prices of commercial properties in Mero City are now horribly high. Millions of gold coins have been spent.
He only bought two shops of more than 30 square meters, which made him aware of the wealth contained in the city.
As for King Zuo Xian, the leader of the tribe, who is aloof, and with the Merlocks Empire watching over his head, any wrong move will surely lead to a thunderous strike, so it is better to 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 an army on an expedition.
Mentor-level experts are the mainstay of a country no matter where they are. Even if the Merlox Empire can cultivate mentor-level experts faster, as the land area continues to expand, the problem of insufficient manpower will always exist.
"I'm looking forward to your performance." Aslan put down his hand, swaggered and sat next to Duke Medea, stole a spoonful of ice cream and ate it, receiving a blank stare from Duke Medea.
As time went by and the city grew larger, these tribal leaders were shocked to find that their tribe's population was declining sharply. When they wanted to take action, they were unable to turn back.
Because their enemies changed from the Merlocks to their former tribesmen, the battle became impossible to fight.
This is Chi Guoguo's conspiracy. I believe there are wise men in the Ottoman Kingdom who have noticed it, but they are unable to oppose it.
Opponents will only die.
The fighting in the Ottoman Royal Army camp became more and more fierce, 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 each of the Ottoman camp and broke out in the direction of the weakest Third Army.
The Third Army has only one unified army magic weapon division, two defense army infantry divisions, plus the 200,000 surrendered Ottoman troops, and the most important thing is that there is no Grand Mentor level powerhouse.
Rachel looked at the team of strong men flying straight in, and didn't feel any surprise.
Among the four encircling armies, the Third Army is the weakest. If the enemy wants to break out, they will only go in this direction.
"Prepare the anti-aircraft guns! Fire the aviation magic troops." Rachel gave the order decisively.
The aviation magic troops who had been waiting in high altitude to watch the battle pulled the triggers one after another, and electromagnetic armor-piercing bullets with blue light were fired at those who were preparing to break out.
The price of each electromagnetic armor-piercing bullet is as high as two gold coins, but its power is also terrifying. The double-layer magic shield of the magister was directly shot through, and several mentor-level experts were killed on the spot.
Sean succeeded with one blow and shouted loudly: "Move the team back."
Then there was intensive anti-aircraft firepower, and the strong team that broke through began to have to circle around to avoid the intensive anti-aircraft firepower, because they did not know whether there were armor-piercing bullets fired by the aviation magic troops, and under such intensive firepower consumption
, the fighting spirit armor and shield cannot hold up at all.
Seeing the team breaking through, Aslan stood up suddenly. Duke Medea next to him was even faster. He turned into a fire phoenix and charged towards the team of strong men breaking through.
Duke Medea was fast, and Nomeli from the northern city-state and Mordred from the second army were not slow at all. The two of them burst out with a dazzling red light and charged forward.
The people who were breaking out saw two red lights and fire phoenixes flying towards them, their faces changed drastically, and the Grand Magister of the Magic City shouted: "Escape separately!"
After saying that, the great magister abandoned the mentor-level experts who followed him and flew towards the northern city-state. After being stunned for a moment, the magister of the magic city shouted in horror: "Your Excellency Luo Lun, don't leave us behind.
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Grand Magister Luolun majored in the wind system and was extremely fast, which was why he had the confidence to enter the Ottoman Kingdom.
As expected, Luo Lun's speed was extremely fast, and a green light flashed past, and no one could see his figure.
Nomeli, who was originally chasing after him, also turned around and chased Luo Lun.
The great wind mage is indeed very fast, but Nomiri, who has the blood of the red dragon, is not bad at all, or even faster.
Wiesenhauer of the Maxim Empire was a great knight mentor. When he saw Duke Medea and Mordred rushing towards them, he gritted his teeth and said, "You continue to break out, and I will buy you time."
"Your Excellency Weisenhauer." The mentor-level instructor of the Maxim Empire gave him a moved look, performed a knight's salute, and accelerated towards the direction of the Third Army's garrison.
Weisenhauer was well aware of Duke Medea's terror, and he did not dare to confront her, so he drew his knight's sword and flew towards Mordred.
He had long seen the thick knight armor on Mordred. As he is also a great knight mentor, he naturally knew that the overall attack power of the great knight mentor was not as good as other professions. With his defense, his life would not be in danger for a while.
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The two collided, and Duke Medea slowly slowed down. He glanced at Weisenhauer, who had collided with Mordred. After muttering a few words, he swaggered back, just in time with Aspen.
Lan bumped into it.
"Why didn't you pursue it?" Aslan asked in confusion.
"A group of mentor-level experts, even if they have the support of the Magic City, do you think they can break through the third army? Another great mage is being targeted by Nomeli, so why should I go up to join in the fun?" Duke Medea said nothing.
Care said.
Aslan's lips twitched when he heard this, but he said nothing more. He was not willing to make Duke Medea dissatisfied over such a trivial matter.
Mordred and Weisenhauer were like sparks hitting the earth, continuously erupting with dazzling light, hitting the ground from the sky. Many deep holes had been smashed into the ground by the battle between the two.
Aslan stopped and watched with interest.
"The battle between knights is simpler and more violent than the other two professions." Aslan sighed.
Duke Medea said disdainfully: "Two muscle sticks collided together, and they were slashing with weapons to see who was stronger and had higher defense. What's there to see?"
Aslan was actually speechless. The tough-guy fighting style of knights was very popular with men no matter in that era, and many women also dismissed it.
"Mordred is the first knight in the empire, and her swordsmanship is also very famous." Aslan said.