Section 47 Arrangement

In the conversation with Slaanesh (or perhaps more appropriately, an oracle), Aeruphat had to do everything in his power to resist the instinctive impulse. Slaanesh's voice seemed to be something he was born to obey, and he couldn't help but want to obey. To resist this urge, he had to concentrate his full attention to do so. So he didn't even notice how this armor was next to him.

Although it is not known exactly when it appeared, the first time Ashrufat saw the armor, he recognized it as a pair of Chaos armor.

Unlike the armor forged by southerners, chaos armor has a simple and natural aesthetic that can be easily recognized. In addition, this armor is much stronger than artificially created armor in terms of defense and flexibility, and those who wear it advertise that it has a feeling of being closely integrated with the human body, as if it were part of the body. In particular, despite the many Chaos armors captured on the battlefield, even the most skilled armor craftsmen in the South admit that this armor cannot be imitated - it looks simple, but some parts are completely impossible to make by human means - and even if they are barely copied, they will not be able to be imitated.

Normal Chaos armor is similar in shape, but the armor of the Chaos Champion or Chaos Lord has a very strong personal character. On the battlefield, the armies of the Southerners relied on the patterns on their armor, the coats of arms on their shields, and so on, but the Chaos Legions did not need to be so troublesome. The armor of officers and soldiers is so different that Chaos warriors only need a slight glance to tell who is wearing the armor.

It's the same with this armor. At a glance, it is clear that this is not an ordinary piece of Chaos armor, but a high-end item for the Chaos Champions or Chaos Lords (or higher-ranking Chaos Cultists). The armor was as smooth as enamel, and the power of the winds of magic was infused into the armor, and the textures loved by the evil gods shimmered on this delicate and strange armor.

Ashrufat subconsciously understood that this armor belonged to him. It belongs to him, the Chaos Lord Aerufat.

He put his hand on top of the armor. As he did so, he felt the wind of magic at work, and the next moment, with an almost instinctive magic technique that seemed to have been used countless times before, the armor suddenly vanished in front of him and appeared on him.

There was no need for a troublesome process of dressing, as long as it was a moment, a little magic skill, and the armor immediately appeared on him.

Now, standing in front of the firelight was a figure wrapped in steel. Due to the fact that the helmet of this armor is of the face-covering type, only a "T" shaped slit is exposed in the middle, revealing the wearer's eyes. Anyone who sees this armored figure will immediately recognize this as a high-ranking believer of Chaos. If this man had even the slightest insight, he would be able to discern the magical power attached to the armor from the magical brilliance on it—a glory that only the Chaos Lord could have.

It was the first time that Ashrufat had worn the Chaos armor. It's an amazing feeling. He'd heard of the superior powers of the Chaos Armor before—but now he could appreciate it when he put it on. The components of each armor are perfectly combined, and the weight of the armor is evenly and skillfully distributed throughout the body. So although this piece of armor is armor, it doesn't have the cumbersomeness and restraint of ordinary armor at all (at least it is greatly reduced). The joint position is amazingly flexible, so that he can bend, jump, run and other complex movements with more agility - a strange feeling for Ashrufat, who is used to ordinary armor.

However, it was obviously such an excellent armor, but Ashrufat had a feeling. He vaguely remembered that he had another suit of armor - armor that was lighter, more flexible, and better than this precious Chaos armor. It was a knee-jerk reaction, and when he settled down to recall, he found that he hadn't remembered anything.

But how is this possible? This Chaos armor is the work of an evil god - is there any better armor in this world? Ashrufat was convinced that even the most brilliant craftsman of the race with the talent for forging, the Dwarves, would never have been able to create such an armor. You can't figure out how much money you give.

He calmed down, and then wanted to take off this armor. His memory led him to think of other techniques—like summoning armor to his body, which he had practiced a thousand times to the point of becoming a subconscious instinct of the body itself. The Chaos armor was gone, and Ashruphat regained his old attire as if the armor had never appeared.

He tried again, and the armor was summoned to him again. Now, Ashrufat's sanity has fully mastered the art of donning this armor.

"This ......," came a cry of surprise in his ears. Ashrufat turned his head and saw the same wizard who had been there during the day. What's his name? Tarek, it seems, that's what he called himself.

Everyone else is asleep. The fatigue of several days of travel, even if the body of the Chaos Believer is much stronger than that of ordinary people (this ordinary person refers to the inhabitants of the Central Seven Kingdoms), he is already very tired. Ashrufat was certain that they would not wake up unless there was a loud noise or movement.

"Tarek?" said Tarek, the Chaos Lord in Chaos armor, in an emotionless tone.

"It's me, my lord. The wizard said earnestly. It was no secret that the entire Silent Panic Tribe was in danger - and he knew that the hope of saving the tribe lay in the Chaos Lord of unknown origin.

As early as after the top brass of the tribe confirmed the existence of the crisis, they were doing everything they could to find a way out of it. But unfortunately, the Silent Panic Tribe has been dominating this area for too long, so long that their sense of crisis has been relatively weak. When the Chaos Legion invaded the Chaos Legion before, the tribe sent too many warriors and wizards to join the Chaos Legion - at the time, no one expected the southern invasion to be so defeated. But when the news came, the upper echelons of the tribe realized that they no longer had the strength to suppress the greedy eyes that coveted the salt pool.

Although the tribe did everything in its power to hide its weakness. But as the proverb goes, "There is no impermeable wall." As long as you are willing to track down, there are no secrets in this world. The survivors of the defeat in the South fled back to the realm of Chaos, spreading the news of the nearly total annihilation of their armies. And so everything began to move towards the worst of the worst, like stones rolled down from a mountain, unable to stop it.

Worst of all, the dilemma they face is far from being as simple as "facing a strong enemy", but much more complicated. As mentioned earlier, the Silent Panic Tribe occupies the only salt pond in the vicinity. This is the only source of salt in a large radius, and it is natural to bring a steady stream of wealth to the tribe. Thanks to this, the warriors who were silent and panicked were equipped with the best equipment in the vicinity, and their standard of living was also the highest (which allowed the tribe population to grow faster). Again, the problem is that there are many old and weak women and children in the tribe.

In any chaotic tribe, there are such old and weak women and children who can't fight. Although they are a drag in battle, they are also indispensable for the development of the tribe. But now the Silent Panic tribe is facing external pressure, but there is a terrible situation that they cannot walk away.

That's right, as long as they get out of here and get out of the salt pool, the trouble will go away. Well, theoretically, it's the salt ponds that everyone really cares about, not the silent panic tribes themselves. However, after careful calculation, the people of the tribe were surprised to find that if they lost the control of the salt pond, then they would not be able to support such a large tribe.

There is not enough wealth to feed so many mouths, and you can guess what will happen later. Either there is tribal civil strife and more than half of the people are killed - but the consequence is that the power shrinks further and becomes the prey of others (as in the case of the Asowen tribe). Another option is to survive by plundering other people's wealth and land, but this is tantamount to challenging a strong enemy, and it is better to occupy the salt pond and not leave.

In short, it is very dangerous to occupy the salt pond. But if you abandon this cornucopia, the danger is no less. There were also great divisions within the tribe, and there were endless quarrels, and it was impossible to draw conclusions.

But fortunately, the Falsifier of Fate issued the oracle in time. The content of the oracle is simple, a powerful Chaos Lord will come to the Silent Panic Tribe, and he will control the fate of this tribe.

That's right, it's not a Chaos Champion or Chaos Wizard who is going to be promoted to a Chaos Lord, it's an alien Chaos Lord coming over.

This kind of thing is very rare. At least in all the years that Tarek had been an apprentice, he had never heard of anything like it. A strange Chaos Lord goes alone to become the leader of another tribe? Unless it's one of those tribes that can't be smaller, and doesn't even have a decent leader, who would let an outsider be the boss? What kind of onion is he so alone in a strange tribe? Even if he is a Chaos Lord. Do you really think that if you become a Chaos Lord, you can run amok? No matter how strong the Chaos Lord is, he must understand the truth that a good man can't stop a lot of people...... But then again, I don't understand this truth

But, this time, that's how it happened. Shortly after the oracle was issued, Tarek encountered the Chaos Lord who had been sent.

At this moment, looking at the man in front of him wearing Chaos armor and the eyes under the other party's helmet, Tarek couldn't help but feel a cringe for some reason. Damn, he was so shocked and flustered at the time that he didn't even remember what the other person looked like. It's just that I remember that the other party is not wearing armor, and the style of dressing is quite different from that of ordinary Chaos believers. But I didn't remember the difference.

"Your Excellency......" Seeing that the other party did not move, Tarek asked boldly. "They're already here. ”

"Them?"

"Well, it's the tribe...... members of the council. Tarek said. "They're over there...... I'm waiting for you. ”

Previously, the entire Silent Panic Tribe was ruled by eight people: two Chaos Champions and five Wizards (this is the real one, a wizard approved by Tzeentch and who owns the magic disk). Like the habits of Chaos, the seven formed a council that decided the affairs of the tribe, big and small.

When assisting in the southern invasion, three Chaos wizards joined the Chaos Legion, and two of them never returned - although the magic disk is an artifact for escape, it is useless for the unlucky to have an artifact (none of the apprentices they took with them returned). Their fate is unquestionable: if the Southerners catch the Chaos Wizard, none of them will let it go.

"I see. Ashrufat looked at the sleeping caravans. If he had been away for a while, he would have been safe - everyone was sleeping so soundly that no one would have noticed. "Take me there. ”

Tarek exhaled. It seems that this strange Chaos Lord is much better spoken than expected.