Section 125 Determination

"And then you'll be able to defeat him?"

"I'll tear him apart on the battlefield!" said the Bloodfang Lord viciously. "Ashrufat, I hate the name!"

"He has twice as many troops as you. ”

"A rabble! They don't understand the true meaning of killing, they don't know ......"

He was also recognized by the Blood God. His previous killings had succeeded in winning the favor of the Blood God. ”

This statement yielded noticeable results, as it pierced the heart of the Bloodfang Lord. The newly-born Demon Prince let out a cold snort, and his anger turned into a faint red light that enveloped his entire body.

"And is he really just huddled there? I guess he's planning the battlefield. ”

"I'll make his plan a fantasy!" This time, the Bloodfang Lord stepped aside. "Although he is recognized by the Blood God, he is first and foremost a Tzeentch Chaos Lord. What a Tzeentch Chaos Lord would think, you don't have to guess to know. His anger vanished and turned into a deep sarcasm and mockery.

"It's just a trick of some kind of magic you want to play. The Chaos Lord of Tzeentch is always thinking of these unbounded methods...... I want to win through all kinds of crooked ways...... Magic, yes, the power of magic is quite powerful, and the blood god really doesn't like magic and doesn't care about magic. But if he really thinks he can win with magic, I'll tell him he's completely wrong!"

"But it is said that his wizards are ...... Numerous and ......"

"No matter how much it is, it's useless!" the Bloodfang Lord chuckled this time in a rare way. "If he says we don't have magical support, he's not wrong. There are no mages in the Blood Keep...... Not a single one. But if he says that his magic is powerful, then he is wrong!"

The Bloodfang Lord ripped open a huge copper wooden box on the side, and in the wooden box, it was like bundles of magic scrolls. If a mage was present, he could immediately tell that the chest was full of demon-breaking scrolls. And from the material and shape of the scrolls, it is easy to tell that these scrolls are from different magicians.

"I don't know how many stupid fanatics think that they can conquer Blood Fortress with the power of magic, but the facts have long been proven. Ashrufat would not make any difference either. He won't understand this qiē...... The Blood God has long taught us that it is always appropriate to collect spoils from the defeated. ”

Yes, everyone knows that while the Blood God doesn't care about magic, he never minds his followers using magic items - and that's all the more positive when they're taken from their deceased masters. Sadomasochistic believers hate wizards and even organize teams to hunt them down - the Blood God has always appreciated this kind of behavior. These things are the trophies that the Blood God believers have brought to the Blood Fortress for a long time.

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"That's our battle strategy...... Does anyone have any more opinions?" said Ashrufat. His gaze circled over his men, especially the Chaos Champions of Nurgle for a long time. The largest number of the Chaos Legions he formed were the Plague Warriors of Nurgle, and they would be the main force in this future battle. And Ashruphat had decided to take command of the warriors of Nurgle himself. These outwardly unclean and filthy warriors will be the key to this battle.

There were no comments. Ashrufat nodded, "Everyone, if it's okay, go back to the army, and at dawn tomorrow, the whole army will set off as a whole, target: Blood Fortress!"

The subordinates left one after another, and Ashrufat stood alone in the big tent, looking thoughtfully at the big tent, which was already empty. This will be his last battle in Chaos - the decisive battle. It was also his last test. It had been several years since he set foot in the Chaos Realm, and he had participated in countless battles as a Chaos Lord. And the outcome of this battle will determine a qiē, and if he loses, what he has done in the past will mean nothing. Because the gods of Chaos, whether Tzeentch, Sanesh, or Nurgle, would not give him a second chance.

The laws of chaos are meant to be.

"Will I win?" he muttered to himself at the sky. Nurgle had foretold him failure, and though he didn't know if it was true or a lie (though he was inclined to believe it was true), he had done his best. He'd even had a batch of primordial stones ready - he wouldn't mind using dark magic if it was really a last resort.

But even so, he could still feel a deep sense of unease. All kinds of logic and reason clearly deduce the conclusion that he has a double advantage in military strength and an overwhelming advantage in magical combat power (there are no wizards among the sadistic believers, and at most they rely on some magic items to produce magical effects). After occupying such a big advantage, he had enough room to offset the combat effectiveness of the Terrorist Warrior who was not afraid of death. Therefore, his correct approach is to follow the traditional tactics, push it head-on, and defeat the enemy with superior combat power.

But another intuition (which grew stronger after Nurgle's warning) speaks of danger. But logic doesn't explain this intuition—as a general who has actually been on the battlefield and commanded many large-scale battles, Ashrufat is well aware of the value of magic. Let's put it this way, while a warrior who fears to fight to the death based on faith, other soldiers can do it very lightly - all it takes is the support of a magic.

It is true that the proportion of wizards in Ashrufat's Chaos Legion is not particularly high (not at all comparable to the Chaos Legion before Marven), and it is not able to produce this effect for a long time. But if you play your best in a short period of time, you should be able to pull the combat power of both sides to a level. During this time of magical protection, Ashruphat was able to surround the enemy by virtue of his double superiority in strength. And once the encirclement is formed, the battle below will become a constant confrontation - with the advantage of numbers and position, Ashrufat will definitely be able to drain the blood of the Dreadnought Legion.

In addition, magic can also greatly interfere with and injure abusive warriors. Once the battle reaches a stalemate, it will undoubtedly be very advantageous for Ashrufat, who has enough magical support.

In fact, this was Ashrufat's original plan—his plan before he received a warning from the Father of the Plague. In this plan, he would rest for two days after setting up a rear camp, and then immediately attack the Blood Fortress and fight the Blood Fang Lord on the plains beneath the Blood Fortress. If you can, build an outpost close enough to the Blood Fortress to support the decisive battle.

In this plan, what Ashrufat is really worried about is his own internal problems. He was pretty sure that the evil gods who ostensibly supported him, such as Tzeentch, were playing some tricks. A conspiracy has been made in something, and like a lurking bomb, it is in danger of exploding at any moment. He had seen Tzeentch's ability to pull back his legs, and he knew that this evil god had always used everyone as a pawn.

But Nurgle's warning suggests that perhaps he was wrong—he was too confident, too self-estimating, misjudging the balance of power between the two sides.

His second battle plan was different, but he didn't have as much confidence anymore. The realm of chaos is so full of lies, betrayals, and blindfolds that it can make the most confident people less and less believe in themselves.

There was footsteps behind him, and Ashruphat didn't need to look back to know that it was Flint. In future battles, Flint will serve as his flag bearer, wielding the Blood Dragon Banner to stabilize the hearts of the army in the rear. Moreover, Eshuruphat handed over his reserves to Flint - although no one in the chaos could be truly trusted, things in the world could always be compared. Flint is the most trustworthy of those who can't be trusted.

Correspondingly, Flint will not be able to assume the position of captain of his personal guard. This position is temporarily vacant. In the battle ahead, as the commander-in-chief of the entire army, General Ashrufat and his guards will be on the front line to resist the unstoppable first wave of the Sadist Believers' onslaught.

"Flint, what's the matter?" Ashruphat turned his head to see Flint's face. Flint's young face was full of surprise.

"......Your Excellency," Flint stuttered slightly in utter joy. "I ...... I...... I have been promised by the Prince of Pleasure. He told me that if I win this battle under your command, he will bestow on me the honor of Champion of Chaos. ”

Ashrufat was stunned for a moment, but in the end, he still said lightly: "Congratulations." ”

Flint is still young, and being a Chaos Champion at this age means he has unlimited potential and a great future. When he returns to the Asowen tribe, he will be the leader of the tribe. And in the future, maybe he also has a chance to become the Chaos Lord.

"Good job. Ashrufat encouraged again. He suddenly realized that the cost of the gods in this war was not small at all. By his side alone, Flint had been promised the Chaos Champion, and Tarek had become a Chaos Wizard—and perhaps many others, but he didn't have time to notice.

"By the way, how is Gander?, did the Prince of Joy make any promises to him?" asked Ashrufat.

Speaking of which, Gander was the most interesting person he knew in the Chaos Realm - if in the south, in Gruni, Ashrufat would be willing to promote Gander to his lieutenant general, and let him command thousands, if not tens of thousands, of troops. However, in the realm of chaos, Gander's nature really didn't match the preferences of the Prince of Joy, so it never improved. Therefore, Gander, as a marauder, has no authority to command any Chaos cultists of the rank of Chaos Warrior or above.

It's a pity to say that Gander's talent and temperament. If he wasn't a mediocre scout leader, Ashrufat felt that he could at least command an independent detachment that posed a greater threat to the enemy. This is also a typical shortcoming of the Law of Chaos: Chaos believers who can meet the requirements of the gods do not meet the requirements of military command.

"My lord, I don't know...... But he never seemed to mention anything about it. ”

"Hopefully he'll be rewarded too. Ashrufat said. He said it from the bottom of his heart.

In a future war, Gander will serve as the commander of the strikers. He was to lead a prologue battle with about four thousand Chaos Marauder cavalry - the number of enemies was about two thousand. Some people say that the prologue does not affect the outcome of the whole battle at all, but Ashrufat felt that he had to seize every possible advantage he had.

In this war, he has gathered one of the largest legions in the Chaos Realm. If not the largest legion of all time, at least the largest of this era. The gods have made a big bet on this gamble, and they are waiting for the last card to be revealed. If Ashrufat wins, then he should be able to qualify himself to leave the Chaos Realm with Starcarving. But if he loses...... He felt that the gamblers who had placed heavy bets on him would never spare him, not to mention the abusive abuse that had always been known for his roughness and rage.

The Father of the Plague, who revealed his "future" to him, would not be an exception.