The Lord Who Wants to Be Emperor

There were so many chiefs present, but no one dared to stand up and ask, and let the second in command of the Belmode tribe come forward, really making him depressed and helpless.

The man in black slowly pulled down the cloak, Aslan slowly appeared in front of everyone.

Andre opened his mouth subconsciously.

The other tribe chiefs were also dumbfounded, and didn't understand what Aslan meant?

Adventure alone?

"Marquis of Aslan? What do you mean?" Aisha asked slightly in surprise.

Aslan took off the black robe, revealing the desert camouflage uniform inside. Except for not wearing a tactical helmet, there are many tactical vests as well as knee and elbow pads.

"It doesn't mean anything, everyone should be very clear about the current situation!" Aslan said indifferently, sitting on the main seat swaggeringly, resolutely looking like the master of the house.

The tribe, which already has a close cooperative relationship with Aslan, didn't care too much.

But the tribes that have not cooperated with Aslan are not so friendly anymore.

Even if they formed the coalition and elected Andre as the commander, they didn't let anyone be the leader, but the appearance of a big brother like Aslan angered a lot.

One of the lizardmen stood up abruptly. Just when he wanted to speak, he was nailed directly to the ground by a red spear and died.

This fierce shot made Gareth and others subconsciously stare their eyes wide. From this shot, they felt that Aslan's attitude was different from before.

"I will make a long story short. The current situation does not allow you to be so lazy. The Ottoman army is approaching, and the vanguard of less than 50,000. The Ottoman Kingdom claims to control five million. Even if this vanguard is defeated, there will be one, even The scale will be even greater, and it will not be able to be held by the power of the Changfeng Plain." Aslan said lightly.

Many tribal chiefs changed their expressions in an instant, and stood up abruptly, but the next moment he was pressured back to his seat by the coercion of Kuchulin's swordsman instructor.

"Mentor-level powerhouse!" Andre couldn't help showing a bitter smile, and the thing he worried most still happened.

As for Aisha, she seemed to have known that this day would come.

In fact, when she was in Melo City, she had already received news that Melo City had three mentor-level powerhouses, and because of this, she completely broke her persistence.

Even if Aisha regained the strength of the magister, she would not dare to face the three mentor-level powerhouses alone, and because of her status as a magister, she could naturally sense the power of Duke Medea, even in her peak period. Duke Medea is also the opponent of Duke Medea. Once she dared to perform top-level magic in Merlot, Duke Medea would definitely be aware of it. Not to mention the three swordsman instructors, she was not sure to get it. She only attracted Duke Medea. I can't eat it and walk around.

Aisha stopped Gareth who wanted to speak, and asked calmly, "Marquis of Aslan, I don't quite understand what you mean?"

Aslan didn't care about waving his hand, Cuchurin immediately regained his aura.

"Simply put, I want to incorporate you, I will give you enough benefits, all your tribes submit to me."

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the big tent instantly solidified.

Rezabi said with a bad face, "Aslan! This joke is not funny at all."

Aslan shook his head and said, "You can't do the Lord in Reza, and it's not good to submit to me? We are still the same as before. No matter what we do, business will come, and I will also supply unlimited food and Here is the beer."

The middle-aged man, who had been sitting quietly behind Rezabi, walked out, put his two-handed battle axe in front of Aslan, and knelt on one knee without hesitation, showing allegiance.

"Uncle!" Rezabi was suddenly shocked. The middle-aged man was his uncle, Clerton.

The most important thing is that Creeldon is a mentor-level powerhouse who has been hidden by the Rezabi tribe in the Changfeng Plain for more than ten years. This is also the key to their dwarven aliens being able to have equal dialogue with other tribes.

Creelton expressed his surrender, and Merlin also stood up and chose to surrender.

At this moment, the other tribes were not calm, and quickly turned their attention to the other big tribes.

Gareth looked at Aisha, Aisha was unmoved. In fact, she wanted to stand up and surrender, but she needed to maximize her benefits.

Wolfe finally developed into the fifth largest tribe in the Changfeng Plain. Naturally, he was unwilling to surrender like this, and tried to struggle to death. While everyone was not paying attention, he was about to leave the big tent secretly, but the next moment, a flash of red light flashed. , His whole person was provoked by the red spear, held in the middle of the big tent, and the blood kept flowing down.

German reacted the fastest, and he finally managed to break through the great swordsman. He didn't want to lose his life because of this trivial matter. He had reached an agreement with Aslan long ago and prepared to lead all small and medium tribes under his command to surrender in exchange for the tribe to become Merlot. Conditions for city citizens.

Only those who have enjoyed the life of Merlot will yearn for the beauty of that city.

"Lord Lord! I am willing to lead the tribe to surrender." German's kneeling led to a group of small and medium tribal chiefs. Almost all of the people who could follow German to the big account were his cronies, so naturally they would have picked them up a long time ago. To the news.

As long as they surrender, Aslan will build a farm on their original land. That kind of farm is the Gareth tribe's blob fruit farm. Because of natural magic, the Gareth tribe's blob fruit farm has already begun. After the harvest, the annual grain output is enough to feed the entire tribe, and there is surplus grain for the slave tribes and half-orcs.

Of course, the condition is that all armed forces must be disarmed, and even all orc slaves must be handed over, leaving only one to one half orc slaves.

An alien race can only be equipped with a half-orc servant.

The farms are still the masters of these farmers, and all the food grown in them is distributed by themselves.

When I thought that I could eat and wear warmth in the future, and go to Merlot to travel and consume something when I was fine, these small and medium tribe chiefs naturally agreed.

After all, they are in the Changfeng Plain, even if they are tribal chiefs, they have to pay tribute to the surrounding large tribes on time every month, which makes their tribes often full and hungry, especially in the past year.

Several big tribes traded with Merlot City, and they all ate their mouths full of fat, but the tribute to them was not reduced by half, and there was no residual soup for them to drink. Anyway, they are changing owners. Why not change? The new owners who can keep them full and warm, as they are still the heads of the tribe, are there other differences?

This is the reason why Aslan had to trade with the big tribes of the Changfeng Plain in the first place. It was to separate them from other small and medium tribes.