Chapter 386 Chapter 386: White Dragon Bloodline

But the unified army did not do that, because Aslan knew very well that the refugees who had not received any training were prone to chaos and riots, and they could not cause effective damage to the unified army at all.

The deaths of the refugees, on the one hand, reduce the unstable factors in the territory, and can also reduce food consumption. At the same time, they can use their lives to create opportunities for the ten-party coalition forces.

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

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

This is a must-have snack for Aslan working late at night every day.

"How long will martial law last?" Nomiri asked helplessly as she put the milk in front of Aslan's table.

Aslan had long expected that the ten-party coalition forces would launch a beheading operation, so he prepared a response plan very early.

For example, there are more than a dozen of the three-story earthen castles of Duke Medea in the camp, but none of them is a place for Duke Medea to rest. In fact, most of these earthen castles are empty.

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

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

The reason why Aslan didn't sneak into the ground was that the ten-party alliance needed to be able to grasp the situation of the camp at the first time and make a quick judgment when launching 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, and no one dares to refute her.

Of course, Duke Medea had another idea, which was to let Aslan get into her carriage secretly at night.

That's right, the place where they live now is the caravan that Aslan uses every day. The outside is similar to the compartment of a carriage that pulls goods. On weekdays, it is heard outside the logistics camp, on the open space of the carriage, or to form an artificial barrier. In front of a certain passage in the barracks, even ordinary soldiers on patrol couldn't find these two trailers.

As for the trailer facilities, not to mention, not only Aslan likes it, but Duke Medea also likes it very much. It looks much more beautiful than its bunker, the only drawback is that it is a little smaller.

The distance between the two trailers was less than 20 meters, and there were almost no guards around them. In fact, they were not without them. Aslan had Nuomiri by his side, and Duke Medea had Raul by his side.

"Continuing the martial law until the end of the war is the main thing. The decapitation operation consumes the least amount of money, and it is a military operation with the greatest rewards and a relatively high success rate against us who lack high-end forces." Aslan said seriously.

Nuomi gave a faint oh, and looked at Aslan with a complicated expression.

In the past few nights, she had noticed that Aslan would sneak into Duke Medea's RV in the middle of the night, and then he would come back around dawn, with the perfume of Duke Medea on his body taste.

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

As for the words about instructing cultivation and meditation, even a fool would not believe it. Instructing cultivation requires going to the middle of the night and staying for so long.

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

"That! I won't go to Nuomili at night." Aslan said this subconsciously, feeling extremely guilty.

Nomiri was taken aback for a moment, but soon smiled, nodded, and said caringly.

"Master, you don't need to care about me, but this matter is very important, so be careful in everything."

These words made Aslan feel a little ashamed, he stood up suddenly and threw Nuo Mili down.

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

After tossing and tossing for some time, Aslan suddenly became hot all over, and he also noticed that his body was strange tonight, it was too long, and he could even be described as tireless.

Nomiri also noticed Aslan's strangeness, and stopped her movements voluntarily, subconsciously grabbing Aslan's head with both hands.

"Master! What's the matter with you?"

Aslan opened his eyes suddenly, and the pupils unexpectedly awakened vertical pupils unconsciously, but they were not the same red as Nuomiri, let alone the original brown, but eye-catching white.

"I'm so uncomfortable! I'm so cold! My body feels like it's going to explode." Aslan's consciousness was already blurred, and he began to murmur.

Nomiri was startled, and she quickly thought of the situation when she became a dragonman. At that time, she first lost consciousness, and only recovered a little consciousness after the killing was over, and finally regained her humanity.

"Could it be that the young master also has the blood of the Dragon Man?" Nuo Mili couldn't help exclaiming, but Aslan's body was very abnormal.

Soon Aslan's body began to appear ferocious dragon armor, white as jade, cold to the touch.

"This is the blood of the White Dragon!"

Just after Nuomili finished speaking, Aslan opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were full of fanaticism, Nuomili was startled, and quickly gathered his own dragon armor, one red and one white looked at each other like this.

Then the two armored dragonmen turned over and continued to fight hand-to-hand, but this time the two men's movements were a bit big. Fortunately, an isolation barrier was arranged early on to prevent the sound from being heard. On the outside, there is nothing unusual about it. In fact, the swing frequency of the RV is very high, and the towed RV also keeps making creaking noises. It is obviously overwhelmed.

The fierce battle broke out and ended quickly. Aslan soon regained his clarity, and the armor on his body slowly dissipated, and the same was true for Nomiri, but the two looked at each other in their eyes, and there was a little more dependence. love.

This is the bond between dragon people and dragon people.

After the storm, Aslan fell quietly on the bed, regardless of adapting to his own body, and at the same time began to practice Dragon Dou Qi.

His magic realm also rushed directly from the great magician to the wizard.

"This realm is a bit low! Could it be that the purity of my dragon blood is too low." Aslan muttered subconsciously.

Nomiri's expression rarely changed. Aslan might not remember it, but Nuomili knew it very well, because a large part of Aslan's power had already flowed into her body.