The Lord Who Wants to Be Emperor

Aslan did so, welcoming many people's dissatisfaction.

Among them is Konkas, he is not dissatisfied with the treatment and welfare of these people, but worried that these guys will turn back at the critical moment.

Will these people turn back?

Of course it is possible.

But will they really play for Aslan?

The same will happen.

Because they are all from Cleveland.

"It's just that because the kingdom is split, you have to stand on the opposite side. Except for the nobles, you really think how much loyalty the soldiers have." Aslan said badly.

"Our Merlot army won't." Konkas said without hesitation.

Aslan rolled his eyes. If the Merlot army surrendered so easily, then the patriotic education and military welfare that had always been done would be useless.

Aslan did not continue to answer Conkas' questions, instead standing on a high platform temporarily used magically in the middle of the captive group.

"Today's defeat, do you know why I didn't kill you all?"

This question brought the hearts of these prisoners of war to their hearts.

"Because we are all Clevelandites, the so-called Ten-Party Alliance is still Clevelandites. There are irreconcilable contradictions among the high-level aristocrats in our country. That's why this series of wars was triggered. I was not happy to defeat you at all. "Aslan suddenly raised his hand, not knowing when his hands were stained with blood.

"Looking at this pair of people stained with the blood of my compatriots, I am very angry and ashamed!"

"Why should we Cleveland kill each other? As soldiers, we should not join forces to defend against foreign enemies. It is glory to have our hands stained with the blood of the aggressor."

As soon as these words came out, both the captives and the onlookers Merlot soldiers glanced at their hands subconsciously, and many of the firm supporters of the Ten-Party Alliance wavered in their hearts, and the soldiers who were originally hesitating were now even more at a loss.

"Then why are you ambushing us? Capture us?" A low-ranking noble officer stood up and said.

He was pushed up by the elders of the family.

Aslan glanced at the opponent, and the opponent lowered his head subconsciously and did not dare to look at Aslan. He was afraid that he would talk back, and Aslan had his head chopped off.

"Because I don't do this, once you defeat me, I will be mercilessly killed by you, my territory will be plundered by you, and the leader is more likely to become your slave." Aslan said lightly.

"Why do you say that, why can't we be like you?"

A soldier who was not afraid of death stood up and asked.

Aslan just glanced at the clothes on the other person, and knew that the other person was a civilian, and couldn't help laughing.

This chuckle caused dissatisfaction with the other party, and since he stood up to refute it, it also meant that he had sacrificed himself.

"Why are you laughing? Why do you doubt us?"

Aslan shook his head and said, "You are just a civilian!"

"How about that?"

"Because you are not a nobleman, you can say this, but when your superior nobleman orders you like this? Can you still refuse?"

As soon as Aslan said this, the opponent was struck by lightning.

"I can't make any accusations against you, because you can't help it."

"You are a nobleman yourself, the Marquis of Aslan of the Merlot region."

A certain nobleman recognized Aslan and directly revealed his identity.

Aslan had a sincere smile on her mouth.

"Because I am a nobleman, I should be more responsible for the rejuvenation of the kingdom, so that the people can live and work in peace and contentment, but be trapped in an endless civil war."

As soon as this remark came out, all the officers and soldiers of the Merlot Army immediately cheered.

The other nobles didn't know it, but their lord did so, and the life of the Merlot was getting better and better.

"I won't kill you today! Think about it and take all the prisoners away." Aslan gave the last order, all the Merlot cavalry began to **** the prisoners to Tok City.

Aslan led the Aviation Magic Brigade and three thousand descending army cavalry back to their stronghold. There are still two thousand defenders there, and it is also the largest horse farm under the command of Duke Jibril, and there are still tens of thousands of horses left in it. Among the war horses, there are more than 1,000 adult war horses, among which there are more than 4,000 breeding horses, and all the rest are young horses.

If this racecourse is completely emptied, it is estimated that Duke Jibril will vomit blood with anger, but he has accumulated more than ten years of experience.

Aslan wanted a time lag, and at the same time, it was temporarily inconvenient for the enemy to communicate. He could not know the defeat of the supporting troops for the first time, and he could not respond in the first time.

The aviation magic group advancing at full speed reached the sky over the racecourse in less than an hour.

"Within ten minutes, finish investigating the racecourse!" Aslan gave the order very calmly.

The detection speed of the Aviation Magic Brigade was very fast, but this time he went and was discovered by the left-behind magister. When Medoria was returning home, he was hit by a Pyroblast bomb.

Rumble!

The huge explosion directly exploded Medoria's team in all directions, and the people in the center of the explosion fell from the sky like half of a bird with a broken wing.

The other team members reacted quickly, swooped down, and caught their comrades.

When Aslan saw the Pyroblast bomb, he lost consciousness, and flew to the direction of the Medoria team for the first time, catching Medoria first.

Fortunately, the magic shield has been used as a cost energy. When you see the Pyroblast bomb, the magic shield is opened. But how easy is it to resist the Pyroblast bomb of the Magister. Most of Medora's body has been injured by the bomb, and his entire face has been damaged. Can not see the original pretty face.

"Damn it!" Aslan roared.

"All-army coverage strike!"

Rumble!

Wil Dillon succeeded in a blow, and before he had time to be surprised, he saw countless black spots appear. He instantly realized the seriousness of the matter. They were attacked by the enemy's magician army.

It's just that the flying speed and altitude of these magicians are not even higher than the larger magicians, which surprised Wil Dillon, so he restrained the power of the Pyroblast bomb, intending to catch the opponent alive, otherwise Give full play to it.

Medoria has long been a corpse, and his team will lose more than half of it.

Before Wil Dillon had time to pick up the corpse, he saw countless Pyroblast bombs falling from the sky, and the frequency of falling was so frightening.

Sure enough, a voice full of black knight armor fell from the sky, and several huge sword lights were cut at him continuously, forcing the large-scale anti-air magic that Verdillon was about to use to stop.

The huge sword light directly destroyed the two stables, and the blood of the war horse was carried by the sword light for more than ten meters.

Ver Dillon's face was startled, the opponent's speed was too fast.

"Swordsman instructor! No, how can the swordsman instructor have such a fast speed."

Wil Dillon was very surprised at Nomiri's speed.