Chapter 386： 386: White Dragon Bloodline

However, the United Army did not do that, because Aslan knew that refugees without any training were prone to chaos and riots, and they could not cause effective damage to the United Army.

The death of the refugees, on the one hand, is to reduce the instability in the territory. It can also reduce the consumption of food. At the same time, it can also use their lives to create opportunities for the Allied Forces of the Ten Sides.

However, Aslan's personal design is to love the people like a child, and he must not easily raise a butcher knife against the refugees. He must prepare for this aspect.

Aslan was thinking about this. Nomiri appeared behind Aslan, holding a tray in his hand with a cup of hot milk on the tray.

This is a must-have midnight snack for Aslan to work late at night.

"How long will the martial law take?" Nuomili asked helplessly, placing the milk on Aslan's table.

Aslan had long expected that the Allied Forces of the Ten Sides would initiate a beheading operation, so he prepared a response plan very early.

For example, Duke Medea’s three-story earthen fort, there are now more than a dozen in the camp, but none of them is where the Duke of Medea rests. In fact, most of these earthen forts are empty.

Aslan has moved the entire headquarters to a lower level. After this period of development, the Ratmen and the United Army have dug criss-cross tunnels under the camp.

Naturally, the staff and headquarters were all moved underground. In addition, the five disciples of the Duke of Medea were also in the headquarters. Now the only people on the surface are the Duke of Medea and Aslan.

The reason why Aslan did not sneak into the ground was that the Ten-Party Alliance needed to be able to grasp the situation of the big camp and make a quick judgment when it launched the beheading operation.

The reason for the Duke of Medea is very simple, that is, he does not want to go underground.

She is a teacher, everything she says is reasonable, no one dares to refute her.

Of course, the Duke of Medea had another thought, and that was to let Aslan sneak into her carriage at night.

That’s right, the place where they live today is the trailer used by Aslan. The outside is similar to the carriage carriage that pulls goods. On weekdays, they hear that outside the logistics camp, the carriage clearing, or the formation of artificial barriers. In front of a passageway in the barracks, even ordinary soldiers patrolling over could not spot these two trailers.

As for the trailer-mounted RV facilities, let alone, not only Aslan likes it, but the Duke of Medea also likes it very much. It looks much more beautiful than its earthen fort. The only drawback is that it is a bit smaller.

The distance between these two trailers was less than 20 meters, and there was almost no guard around them. In fact, they were not without. Aslan had Nomiri beside him, and the Duke of Medea was beside Raul.

"Continuing the martial law until the end of the war is the main task. The beheading operation is the least expensive, and it is the military operation that has the greatest gains and a relatively high success rate to deal with the lack of high-end strength." Aslan people said seriously.

Nuomili gave a faint cry, looking at Aslan with a complex expression.

In the past few days and nights, she had noticed that Aslan would sneak into the Duke Medea’s caravan in the middle of the night, and then come back soon after dawn, with the perfume of the Duke Medea on her back. taste.

As long as they are not stupid, they can naturally guess what they are doing.

As for what to say about guiding cultivation and meditation, even a fool would not believe it. Guiding cultivation requires three sutras in the middle of the night, and it will take so long.

Aslan noticed the strangeness of Nomiri, he couldn't help but become embarrassed. After all, Nomiri is also a strong mentor, and some time ago the magician also reached the realm of the magister. Because of the blood of the dragon clan, the spiritual power is not comparable to that of the ordinary magister. It was easy to notice Aslan's strangeness, and even once he came back, he was blocked by Nomiri.

"That! Nomiri, I won't be over at night." Aslan subconsciously said such a sentence, feeling guilty.

Nomiri was stunned for a moment, but soon smiled, nodded, and said intimately.

"Master, you don't need to care about me, but this matter is no trivial matter. Be careful in everything."

This made Aslan feel a little embarrassed, and suddenly got up and threw Nuomiri down.

The two quickly rolled onto the bed, and then fell into a fierce battle.

I don't know how long it took, Aslan suddenly became hot and dry, and he also noticed that his body was abnormal tonight. It was too long-lasting, and it could even be described as indefatigable.

Nomiri also noticed Aslan's abnormality, and took the initiative to stop, and subconsciously grasped Aslan's head with both hands.

"Master! What's wrong with you?"

Aslan suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils unexpectedly awakened the vertical pupils unknowingly, but they were not the same red as Nomiri, let alone the original brown, but striking white.

"I'm so uncomfortable! It's cold all over! The body is going to explode." Aslan's consciousness was already confused and began to mutter.

Nuomiri was suddenly shocked. She quickly thought of the situation when she became a dragon man. At that time, she first lost consciousness, waited until the killing was over before regaining a little consciousness, and finally regaining humanity.

"Does the young master also have the blood of the dragon." Nuomiri couldn't help but exclaimed, but Aslan's physical abnormality was very obvious.

Soon Aslan began to see the ferocious dragon's armor, 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, and his eyes were full of fanatical colors. Nomiri was shocked, and quickly condensed his dragonman armor, looking at each other like this, one red and one white.

Then the two dragon men in armor turned over and continued to fight hand-to-hand, but this time their movements were a bit big. Fortunately, they set up an isolation barrier very early so that the sound could not be heard. At the same time, they towed the RV. On the outside, it looks nothing unusual. In fact, the RV swings very frequently, and the trailer squeaks constantly, which is obviously overwhelmed.

The fierce battle came to a burst and ended very quickly. Aslan quickly recovered his clarity, and the armor on his body slowly dissipated. The same was true of Nuomiri, but the two eyes looked at each other with a touch of dependence. In love.

This is the bond between the dragon man and the dragon man.

After the wind and rain, Aslan fell on the bed quietly, regardless of adapting to his body, and at the same time began to cultivate dragon fighting energy.

His magical realm also rushed directly from the great magician to the magician.

"This level is a bit low! Is the purity of my dragon blood too low." Aslan muttered subconsciously.

Nuomiri's complexion is rare, Aslan may not remember, but Nuomiri is very clear, because a large part of Aslan's power has already flowed into her body.