The Salian Exchange Spell derived from the Chaos Wish is a new magic designed by Aaron by combining the powers of the three Chaos Gods, this magic is different from the Wish in the spell, the Salian Exchange is a kind of magic that is more like initiating a transaction than a spell.

The exchange of this magic is based on the three sacrifices of the three gods of Chaos, namely the skull sacrifice of the blood god of the terrible blood, the change of Tzeentch, and the extreme excitement of the new experience.

All three actions will please the Chaos Trio.

A caster who has released Chaos Wish can choose one of the following wishes:

[Perform a powerful attack on a single enemy (all four gods can be used, the effect is different, Nurgle is disabled).

Unleashes a group of area kill skills (all four gods, different effects, Nurgle banned).

Summons a Chaos Demon for your own use (all four gods and demons are acceptable, Nurgle is disabled).

Gain a massive bonus on a single stat and have an advantage in any competition related to that stat (exclusive to Sadism).

Resurrect a dead man (exclusive to Sadistic Horror).

For a certain period of time, learn a specific spell (exclusive to Tzeentch).

Within a certain period of time, learn three random spells (exclusive to Tzeentch).

Gain a designated Body Mutation (exclusive to Nurgle, currently banned).

Restores all statuses at once, removes all negative effects, heals all wounds, including severed limbs, and grants a continuous recovery blessing for at least one day (exclusive to Nurgle, currently disabled).

Permanently changes the shape of one of the body's five senses (must be imaginable) and gains a massive boost in all social skills for a short period of time (exclusive to Slaanesh).

For a certain period of time, gain a large amount of additional agility and CON bonuses based on the user's lost health (exclusive to Slaanesh). 】

This is the effect of the "Five-Ring Salian Exchange Technique", which can be said to be very, very powerful.

In addition to the five rings, there are seven rings and nine rings, and a higher number of rings also means greater wishes and stronger divine graces.

But of course, there are side effects of the Salian exchange.

The first is that once the transaction is started, it cannot be reversed, and even if the user does not want it, the price must be paid.

Then there is the Salian Exchange, and the final interpretation is in the hands of the Four Gods of Chaos.

Finally, the Divine Grace of Chaos is not so easy to obtain, and there is an upper limit to the amount of Salian Exchange that any mortal can bear, some people can't withstand it even once and will expand into Chaos Eggs on the spot, while others can withstand the Divine Grace many times.

However, if this exchange technique is abused, it is only a matter of time before you eventually ascend to become a Demon Prince (very rarely) or become a Chaos Egg (most likely).

Aaron may be one of the very few beings in the kingdom who can negotiate conditions with the four gods of Chaos.

After all, he is the general agent of chaos in the realm, and the control of the four gods of chaos over him has been cut off, and he can no longer influence him at present, so for the time being, cooperation is greater than confrontation.

Aaron was thus given crucial "bargaining power".

He negotiated a "price" with Tzeentch's brother, and he hired the "Treacherous Hero" from Tzeentch's brother, and in return, Aaron offered all of his excess chaos energy, promising to create a great change to please Tzeentch in the future, and at the same time, the part of the Son of Bane except for the "strife" divinity will also be sacrificed to Tzeentch.

This is the price, for Chaos, there must be a response, but the price is always so expensive.

Aaron paid such a huge price, and he just borrowed the right to use the "Treacherous Xiling" for a period of time, and when he ran out, he had to return it to Tzeentch's good brother.

"Master asked me to work for you." The treacherous Hiling possessed in front of Aaron, its robe covered with chaos runes was full of brilliance, wave after wave of chaos magic surging like a tide, between the ebb and flow, the body under the Tzeentch demon robe was constantly mutating, it was in human form for a while, beast form for a while, undulating and undulating.

"Follow me." Aaron's face is not very good-looking, he has paid too much for his money, hoping for the best value for his money.

"Yes, my lord." The Tzeentch demon wrapped in robes bowed its head respectfully, its Chaos Pact in Aaron's hands, and it could only obey.

Aaron nodded, and after a moment's thought, turned his gaze to the nut box on the table.

Three minutes later, Aaron came out of the room with a nut in his hand, Eleanor had already changed into her pajamas at this time, and Miss Pastor was a little strange: "Aaron, do you still have something to go out?" ”

"Well, there's something, you have to come back later, you rest early." Aaron hugged Eleanor, kissed her on the lips, and rubbed the back of his hand against her cheek.

"I'll wait for you to come back."

There is a quiet beauty in Miss Pastor, so he can't help but want to bully her, tease her, make her shy, make her happy, observe her little emotions.

But once Eleanor was really dissatisfied, Aaron was the fastest to surrender.

Because this is his Eleanor, his Eleanor!

What I'm going to do next, I don't want her to participate.

The darkness outside belongs to Aaron, the pure white belongs to Eleanor, she is the flower bathed in the sun, and Aaron comes to be the root buried deep in the ground.

Change starts now!

…………

Night, Docklands, Storborough Pier, Black Hook Gang.

Susar's docklands are deserted compared to a few months ago, and the merger of the Blackfire and the Fishhooks is not very peaceful, even if Santarin will be behind it, the merger of the two gangs has cost more than a dozen lives.

But who cares? Even if it is the capital of the kingdom, the dock area is also a famous place for spoily chaos, not to mention the noble lady, even the commoners know that the dock area is fine, don't go, it's too normal for people to die here from time to time, the guards of the capital always focus on the noble district such as the Triple Crown block, followed by the civilian area, as for the matter of the dock area, who cares?

As long as the docks are taxed on time, the bureaucrats who manage the docks don't pay much attention to this, and occasionally when something happens, the reaction in the head of the dock tax officer is: "Damn, brawl." ”

Someone fights and the head is broken and bleeding is a brawl.

Someone died in the streets, and there was a brawl.

Someone was stabbed eight times in the back of his home and died, which was also a brawl.

"The docklands have their own operating rules."

- The words of the Sussars

The docks were quiet tonight, there was hardly any movement except for a few fires, there were not many pedestrians on the streets, since the end of the battle of Arabell, a large amount of freight and trade had suddenly stopped, arms orders had been greatly reduced, and in the past few months the docks were full of people, and there was endless work to be found on the docks, but now the work on the docks had to be picky.

Many dock workers who live by selling coolies are now living in a very poor situation, and some people have begun to curse why this war has not been fought for a long time, and everyone has lost their lives.

So many times, war is not only negative, in many cases, war even leads to prosperity, when the aristocracy spends a lot of gold and silver for a certain goal, the merchants see business opportunities, factories have orders, blacksmiths have jobs, even the dock workers will have a shortage of people to carry their bags, and the commoners will see the hope of the rising class, which will contribute to the cohesion of national identity.

Of course, war kills, and war brings pain and suffering, but the dock workers and gangs don't care about that, and maybe many Arabelles want peace, maybe peace is good for the kingdom, but their interests are really harmed, and it's no wonder they vote with their feet.

Spring ploughing has begun, and in April, when everyone is strapped for money, even the price of the warbler standing on the street corner has dropped, and in the dock hut near the entrance of the Black Hook Gang's headquarters, two gang members are chatting.

One gang member was older, about forty years old, and fat, and the other, younger, less than thirty, emaciated, and they sat together with a dim kerosene lamp hanging on the wall.

The chubby guy is the janitor, the skinny guy is on patrol, and the two of them are chatting while eating supper.

The fat doorman complained: "There is no war in the north, our freight volume is less than thirty percent, I really don't understand the leader, obviously we have a lot of people, why do we have to merge with those people in the fish hook?" ”

"Yes, the volume of goods has not increased, it was okay before, six people worked, four people were in charge, it was the group of people from the Santalin Society who came and brought their atmosphere, now there are four people working, six people are in charge, why are there more and more people, and there are fewer and fewer people working?" The thin guard also complained: "Originally, I planned to expand the manpower, but now that the battle in the north is over, the business has gone down, why do we need so many manpower?" ”

"Hey, it doesn't matter, I'm this age anyway." The fat doorman shook his hand: "Do your job well, don't complain, no matter how much you complain, the orcs in the north will not be resurrected." ”

Yes, you don't care, but I do, I'm not even thirty years old!

The thin guard complained to the fat doorman in his heart, and he thought to himself, why don't you explode gold coins when you old man? I've been a janitor for 20 years and I've saved a lot of money, right?

Considering the relationship between the two sides, the thin guard didn't say it to his face, but sighed: "Recently, someone has begun to discuss whether it is okay to go out and beg for a living. ”

"Going out to beg for a living?" The fat doorman looked at the night sea outside, and the sea water crashed against the wooden stakes on the pier: "But, where is the need for you?" Arabel? Arabella is not a city near the water. ”

"Hey, listen to me, it's not Arabel, it's over there in the Sunset Hills." The thin guard was interested when he talked about it: "Just west of Arabel, in Sunset Town near the Hurek Forest, it is said that His Excellency Aaron, Viscount of Salian, will be canonized there by His Highness!" Isn't it close to the Wyvern Lake? ”

"Your Excellency Viscount Salian, are you going to get the real seal?" The fat doorman was stunned for a moment, and he hurriedly asked, "Why did he choose Sunset Hills if he was sealed?" The Hurek Forest is not only haunted, but also home to the Lunar Sea Thieves to the north and the forest tribes to the west. ”

"Who knows? His Excellency Aaron has accomplished so many miracles, as long as he follows him, he has sent them all, and I want to try my luck too. The thin guard felt an inexplicable confidence when he mentioned the name: "He is also a nobleman, a spellcaster, and understands business, if he is newly sealed next to the Feilong Water Lake, he must know water, right?" ”

"Then sure, there is a waterway, who takes the dry road?"

"Isn't that all there is to it?"

"Hey, don't be so complacent, there are probably not a few people who want to follow him to the sunset hills when the time comes, I guess ah, it won't be your turn to be the turn, even if he wants to choose someone who knows water, the people of the Dragon Tooth Gang are also a priority!"

"Tsk, damn the Dragon's Tooth!"

The two of them scolded and chatted about the failure of the annexation of the Dragon Tooth Gang, and there were rumors before that there was a shadow of the Susal royal family behind the Dragon Tooth Gang, but I didn't expect it to be true! After His Excellency Aaron appeared in the Dragon's Tooth Gang once a few days ago, the Blackhook Gang's plan to merge the Dragon's Tooth Gang was urgently stopped by the bigwigs of the Santalin Society.

"Hey, Dark, you think our gang won't get in trouble, right?"

"I don't know, anyway, don't miss my guard's salary."

"You fat boy! Don't have any ideas? ”

"I've been lying down for a long time, twenty years ago."

The two chatted for a while, and the thin guard, seeing that the time was almost up, left the guard's room and went on patrol with a kerosene lamp, while the fat doorman burped, sat in the room, and began to think about his future.

What the fat doorman didn't notice was that not far from the end of the pier, a nut mysteriously appeared on the boardwalk that had been slapped by the sea, and it rolled gently back and forth, attracting the attention of nearby seabirds.

When seabirds see delicious food, they immediately flap their wings and fly and swallow nuts into their stomachs.

A few seconds later.

Suddenly, the fat doorman heard a mournful scream that woke him up from his thoughts, and he struck a spirit, and immediately reached out and took a sailor's scimitar from the wall and the inferior firearm he had obtained from the gray dwarf, and the strange sound outside had alerted him.

Recently, there has been a lot of fire between gangs, and with the support of the Santalim Society, there have been many unrest in the docklands, and some people have even been assassinated in the streets.

The fat doorman cautiously opened the door and aimed the fire at the commotion outside the door.

"Who is it? Who's there? This is the territory of the Black Hooks! ”

A seabird flapped its wings, its white head and white neck, its stone gray wings and shoulders fluttering twice, looking at the fat doorman.

"Oh, what, it's just a bird." The fat doorman let out a long sigh, wiped the sweat with his hands, and was about to return.

The seabird flapped its wings and flew directly at the fat doorman's face, and it flashed the fat doorman's sluggish scimitar in the air and flew directly to the fat doorman's face!

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"Hey! What are you doing?! The fat janitor was pressed against the seabird's wings and claws, and as he tried to struggle, he tried to pull the seabird off his face with both hands, when the old man, who had been a doorman for twenty years, stopped breathing in horror.

The face of the seabird is cracked!

Not figuratively, but literally cracked, its face split into two lobes from top to bottom, revealing wriggling red flesh and mutating tentacles, and in the flesh, a huge Tzeentchi Eye was facing the fat doorman's eyes, and several spiked tentacles popped out and pierced the fat doorman's cheek, pierced his eyeballs, and protruded through his mouth and nostrils!

Blood spurted out, and the seabird quickly drew its body closer to the fat doorman's face with its spiked tentacles, and it spread its wings and pressed against the fat doorman's face.

"Peng!" The fat doorman struggled constantly, and with the last of his strength, he opened the safety of the firebolt, and when he shot at the sky, he completely lost his resistance.

The seabird continued to move on the fat doorman's face, and gradually, its body began to change, its head and neck changed from white to the same flesh color as the fat doorman, and the outline of the fat doorman's facial features appeared on its back, which was tightly attached to the fat doorman's face, and the bird feathers turned into human skin, which was glued to the fat doorman's skin, and the two gradually merged into one.

The seabird disappeared, and the fat doorman Duck stood up, he wiped the sweat from his face with his hands, and as soon as his expression froze, he immediately put on an impatient look, exactly the same as the previous fat doorman.

The guards heard the gunshots, and they hurried over: "What's the matter, Old Dark?!" What happened, how did you shoot. ”

"Bodalas? Brooke? Hey, I'm fine. The fat doorman shook his head and pointed to the seabird carcass on the ground: "When a bird attacked me, I fired a shot." ”

"Don't just shoot it, scare people to death!" Seeing that this was the case, the guards asked a few casual questions and left.

The fat janitor packed up his things and walked towards the headquarters of the Black Hook Gang.

"Understood, Venerable."

"The leader of the Black Hook Gang is called Hrafenberg, and he has known Old Dack for a long time."

"I'm going to replace him."