Lord Wants To Be An Emperor

As for why Aisha is not willing to take refuge in the prairie elves on the north wind prairie, the reason is very simple.

She is a forest elf, and she believes in the moon. She needs to have a huge forest environment to restore her magic.

The star of the prairie elves’ faith, the endless prairie is their continuous source of natural power.

Except as a last resort, Aisha will never take refuge in the prairie elves.

Merlin also understands the attitudes of the two tribes.

The Belmond tribe has considered joining Lord Merlot, and the Gareth tribe will never join Lord Merlot. But he is holding a wait-and-see neutral attitude.

Three people, three attitudes.

Merlin couldn’t help but chuckled. The other two seemed to understand the reason for Merlin’s laugh, and laughed.

“Then all of us wait and see! Although we have different goals, we can still cooperate.” Andrew said with a smile.

Merlin suddenly became interested, as long as Aisha looked calm.

She doesn’t want to involve too much.

“Even if you want to be alone, you have to store enough food!” Andrew naturally saw that Aisha was indifferent and gave a reason she couldn’t refuse.

Merlin very much agrees with nodded.

“Didn’t Lord Merlot want to split the big league? We help him and get enough benefits from it, but we shouldn’t rely on him so quickly to maximize benefits.” Andrew continued.

Aisha and Merlin are nodded by appointment.

As for whether it will be conscientious for betraying other alien races.

Completely impossible.

As the so-called righteousness, every time a generation of dogs kills, the most negative is scholar.

The smarter and more knowledgeable people are, the more places they can consider, and the more they know how to manage their own reputation.

They will not betray others casually. It is not that they are righteous, but the price is not enough.

The price given by Aslan was enough, and these three people, who were hailed as the wisest people on the Changfeng Plain, decisively sold the entire alien race on the Changfeng Plain.

Outside Changfeng Town, Rezabi led the dozens tribe leader outside Changfeng Town, blocking the convoy of both sides.

“Rezabi, what do you mean?” Gareth asked with a sullen face.

Rezabi spit out and said disdainfully, “Why? Gareth, you guys have money, why don’t you get the brothers.”

Gareth has long known this will happen The thing is exactly the same as what her mother said, and she is not annoyed. Instead, she said at a moderate pace: “Do you earn less? 400,000 catties of grain per month. The extra output can be sold to Lord Merlot at the same price, according to your previous years. It’s no problem to earn a million catties of grain a year. Belmond and I both earned hard money.”

Gareth’s seat caused an uproar.

Only Rezabi has a dumb face, what is 400,000 catties of grain a month, and why he doesn’t know.

Will Aslan give Rezabi 400,000 catties a month? As long as enough iron and tungsten ingots are delivered on time, Aslan is very happy to pay for the grain and even increase the price.

This is what Aisha told Gareth. The reason why I didn’t say to Dwarf Race every month, but it was a loophole. If Dwarf Race obediently and honestly pull things over every month, treat it as confidential. Fee, if you don’t mention this, Lord Merlot will not take the initiative to bring it up, just save this amount of food.

If Dwarf Race proposes, Lord Merlot, considering that there is a stable source of steel, will definitely agree to the price, and even encourage the dwarves to increase production and give more food.

So speaking of which, Dwarf Race makes the most money, but Rezabi, Old Drunkard, coupled with his irritable personality, would never think of this.

“Blood spurting people, why I don’t know about this?” Rezabi saw all the tribes patriarch who followed him around, looked towards him with suspicious eyes, and suddenly became angry.

Gareth shrugged, pointing to Gavin and Belmond who just came by.

Only Gavin of the high-level Swordsman Peak, whose strength is in front of all tribes patriarch, is definitely the lowest level of existence, because even the worst tribe patriarch also has the strength of swordmaster.

It’s just that Gavin’s shiny, enchanted armor really made many people blind.

Such armor, even if it is made by Dwarf Race, is expensive, and only a few Dwarf Race warriors are eligible to be equipped.

But the advanced Swordsman of a trifling Human Race can wear such precious armor, here to refresh their three rich views of Human Race.

Soon the neat footsteps remembered that the Merlot crossbowmen in three columns appeared. Their armor was not as gorgeous as Gavin’s Knight armor, but they were also equipped with breastplates and ring armours from the Ming Dynasty. , Because considering that the crossbowmen often carry four quiveres, for its convenience and lightness, the lower body is not at all armor, and the Tony helmet equipped by the British army during the Second World War is worn because its brim extends Because of this, it can more effectively protect the arrows shot from high altitude.

crash-bang!

The upgraded Armed Merlot crossbowmen neatly raised the Merlot crossbow. The cold light gleaming arrow is facing the alien patriarch in front of you. If you can in a spurt of energy, kill all the alien patriarch here. , That can definitely cause chaos in the Changfeng Plain.

It’s just that the worst is also a swordmaster-level expert. The Merlot army is well-trained and it is impossible to leave it all behind. If these alien patriarchs can break through with all their strength, Gavin can only stare.

“This is Changfeng Town! The town of the lord of Merlot, what do you want to do? Do you want to fight our Human Race?” Gavin asked loudly.

Obviously just a senior Swordsman, surrounded by great swordmaster and swordmaster powerhouse, there is no stage fright.

This is where the strength of Human Race lies.

Rezabi complexion is gloomy was terrifying. On the one hand, it was pitted by Gareth, and on the other hand, it was pissed off by Gavin’s condescending attitude.

This is the arrogance of Human Race.

“Humans, are you threatening me?” Rezabi gnashing teeth said. He tried to divert the problem, so that everyone else’s eyes turned to Gavin’s body instead of his 400,000 catties of food a month.

Gavin held the hilt around his waist with one hand and said, “Rezabi patriarch, it seems that you don’t want the 400,000 catties of grain per month.”

, All the aliens present were in an uproar.

The original doubt quickly became a doubt.

Rezabi wanted to growl loudly, but he endured it, because other companions no longer trusted him, and Gareth and Belmond also faintly guard Gavin in it, even if he screams now, it’s not necessarily Able to kill Gavin.

Gareth on the side could not help but sighed in relief after hearing Gavin’s 400,000 grain per month.