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 believes in the moon. She needs to have a huge forest environment to restore her magical powers.

The stars of the prairie elves' faith, the endless prairie is their constant source of natural mighty power.

Unless absolutely necessary, Aisha will never take refuge in the prairie elves.

Merlin also understood the attitudes of the two tribes.

The Belmod 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 laughter and laughed.

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

Merlin was in a moment of interest, as long as Asia looked calm.

She didn't want to get involved too deeply.

"Even if you want to take care of yourself, you have to stock up enough food!" Andrew naturally saw that Aisha didn't care, and said a reason she couldn't refuse.

Merlin nodded in agreement.

"Didn't Lord Merlot want to split the major league? We help him and get enough benefits from it, but we don't turn to him so quickly to maximize the benefits." Andrew continued.

Aisha and Merlin nodded at the same time.

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

It's totally impossible.

As the so-called righteousness, every time a generation of dogs is slaughtered, most of them are scholars.

The smarter and more knowledgeable people are, the more places they 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 that the price is not enough.

The price given by Aslan was sufficient, 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 dozens of tribal leaders to stand outside Changfeng Town, blocking the convoy of both sides.

"What do you mean by Rezabi?" Gareth asked with a sullen face.

Rezabi spit out, and said with disdain: "What? Gareth, you have money to make, why don't you get your brothers up."

Gareth knew that such a thing would happen for a long time. It was exactly the same as her mother said, without being annoyed. On the contrary, he said unhurriedly: "Do you earn less? 400,000 catties of grain a month, the extra output can be waited for." Sell ??it to Lord Merlot at the price. According to your output in previous years, there is no problem in earning a million catties of grain a year. In all, Belmode and I have earned hard money."

Gareth took a seat, causing an uproar.

Only Rezabi looked dumbfounded, what is 400,000 catties of grain a month, why he didn't know.

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

This is what Aisha said to Gareth. The reason why he did not say that it was given to the dwarves every month, but it was a loophole. If the dwarves honestly pull things over every month, this will be regarded as a confidentiality fee, and this will not be mentioned. Once a crop, Lord Merlot will not take the initiative to propose it, so he will save this amount of food.

If the dwarves propose it, 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 it, the dwarves earn the most, but Rezabi, an old drunkard, and his irritable personality would never think of this.

"Blood spurting people, why I don't know about this?" Rezabi saw the patriarchs of the various tribes around him who followed him. He looked at him with suspicious eyes, and suddenly became angry.

Gareth shrugged and pointed at Gawain and Belmode who happened to be nearby.

Gao Wen, who is only the pinnacle of a high-level swordsman, has the strength of all tribe patriarchs, and is definitely the lowest level of existence, because even the worst tribe patriarch has the strength of a swordsman.

It's just that Gawain's shiny, enchanted armor really brightened many people present.

Such armor, even if it is made by the dwarves themselves, is expensive, and only a few dwarven warriors are eligible to be equipped.

But a senior human swordsman in front of him can wear such precious armor, refreshing their three views on human wealth.

Soon the neat footsteps remembered that three columns of Merlot crossbowmen appeared. Their armor was not as gorgeous as Gawain’s knight armor, but they were also equipped with breastplates and ring arm armors from the Ming Dynasty. Crossbowmen often carry four quiveres. For convenience and lightness, the lower body is not armored. The head wears the Tony helmet equipped by the British army during World War II. The brim is extended because of the extension of the brim. Effectively protect the arrows shot from high altitude.

Wow!

The upgraded Merlot crossbowmen neatly raised the Merlot crossbow. The shimmering arrow was facing the alien patriarch in front of them. If they could kill all the alien patriarchs in one go, it would definitely cause chaos in the Changfeng Plain.

It's just that the worst of the swordsman-level masters is that the Merlot army is well-trained, and it is impossible to leave them all. If these alien patriarchs break through with all their strength, Gao Wen can only stare.

"This is Changfeng Town! The town of the lord of the Merlot region, what do you want to do? Do you want to go to war with our human race?" Gao Wen asked loudly.

Obviously he was only a senior swordsman, surrounded by great swordsmen and strong swordsmen, there was no stage fright.

This is where Human Race's strong confidence lies.

Rezabi's face was gloomy and terrible, on the one hand he was pitted by Gareth, on the other hand he was **** off by Gawain's condescending attitude.

This is the arrogance of the human race.

"Humans, are you threatening me?" Rezabi gritted his teeth. He tried to divert the problem so that everyone else's eyes were on Gawain's body instead of his 400,000 catties of food a month.

Gao Wen held the hilt around his waist with one hand, and said, neither humble nor arrogant, "Patriarch Rezabi seems that you don't want the 400,000 catties of food per month."

As soon as this remark came out, all the aliens present were in an uproar.

The original doubt quickly turned into doubt.

Rezabi wanted to roar loudly, but he endured it, because other companions no longer trusted him, and Gareth and Belmode also faintly guarded Gawain, even if he violently shoots now, it is not necessarily Able to kill Gawain.

Gareth at the side could not help but breathe a sigh of relief after hearing the 400,000 grains per month mentioned by Gawain.