Section 71: Fantasy

Although it had just suffered a massive defeat, it was not a decisive defeat in which the entire tribe collapsed. After all, the Sons of Plunder are a large tribe, and there are still one or two hundred Chaos warriors in the tribe now.

Ashrufat stopped and looked around. Although he did not make any hostile moves, the Chaos warriors who were defending him naturally stopped. Despite what seemed ill-intentioned, Ashrufat noticed that there were only about twenty of them (if it was an assassination, then the number was wrong) and, most importantly, that they did not have weapons in their hands.

The two sides confronted each other in silence for some time, and no one spoke. Perhaps aware of what was going to happen here, the other members of the Sons of Maraud tribe around him were afraid to approach. They were the only ones left.

"You ......," Ashruphat said slowly. "What do you want to do?"

Though his face lurked beneath his helmet, everyone felt the Chaos Lord's stressful gaze sweep over them.

There aren't many Chaos Lords in this area - or rather, there aren't any Chaos Lords in the area. The Atolian of the Qajar tribe is really an accident, an exception. The reason for this situation is not that the gods deliberately prevent the creation of Chaos Lords in this circle, but that the Chaos Lords born in this area basically do not live long. Because it's so close to Gruni. As long as a Chaos Lord is created, he can easily form an alliance and launch a Chaos legion to invade the south. And how such a war will be won or lost - history has given the best explanation. Basically, they all fell under the White Fort.

Even if this Chaos Lord fails to form such an alliance, it will inevitably pass through this area when a Chaos legion from further north launches a southern invasion. In that case, it would be equally difficult for the Chaos Lord to resist such an opportunity to glorify the gods. He will join the Chaos Legion. And then he died on the battlefield.

"Your Excellency. A Chaos Warrior spoke, his tone respectful. "We've heard, you're from outside, aren't you a speechless panic?"

"Yes, I'm from the South. Ashrufat does not deny this. He knew this very well, although he had studied in the Asowen tribe for a few months, there was always something different from the native Chaos believers. This means that as long as there is a heart, sooner or later they will be able to detect the origin of Ashrufat. In addition, the Chaos tradition, unlike the South, never valued bloodline, let alone origin. The judgment of the gods is the truth.

"So, can we serve you?" the Chaos cultist took off his helmet, revealing a young face.

Nearby, the other Chaos Warriors took off their helmets, revealing their heads. Ashrufat discovers that all of these are young men, and he realizes that these people want to serve him - to become his direct subordinates. Independent of the tribe and subordinate to his subordinates alone.

Just like Flint.

Ashruphat observed again that the Children of Maraud were a tribe of mixed faiths, and the imprints of different gods could be seen on the young Chaos warriors (on their armor). In addition, he had just defeated the Children of Plunder, and if they had a grudge against him, he would certainly not have made that choice (in fact, he doesn't quite understand some of the concepts of the Cultists of Chaos). This should not be a trick by Tzeentch.

And in the same way, these people were looking at Ashrufat up close. They saw the marks of Slaanesh and Tzeentch on his Chaos armor. Everyone knows that this means that this Chaos Champion is favored by both gods at the same time.

......

News of the defeat of the Sons of Plunder tribe spread quickly. The various tribes interested in joining the muddy waters were quickly given a detailed process. There are so many people and things involved in this process that there is no way to hide it well. The mysterious Chaos Lord's plan has now finally been revealed.

A cunning, treacherous, and vicious trick that only true Tzeentch believers can do.

What's even more troublesome is that this trick also leaves a long-term backhand. By now, everyone knows that Silent Panic (or the mysterious Chaos Lord) has hired a small tribe as a mercenary. If you can hire one, then at least in theory, it's only a matter of time before you hire two, three, or even five or ten. Then, the true strength of the speechless panic now is much stronger than he seems.

Not to mention the Sons of Plunder who were forced to submit. Yes, the Son of Plunder has suffered a heavy blow, but its strength is still not to be underestimated. After containing the fleeing defeated soldiers and regrouping, the Sons of Plunder have recovered some of their vitality. And in a short time, they are no longer a dangerous opponent who covets the salt pond in a silent panic, but become their minions. At this point alone, the strength of the Silent Panic has more than doubled.

It's just the first battle, but it seems to be the last. The armies of more than one tribe withdrew from the front-line camps. After weighing the pros and cons, some people decided that it would be too dangerous to face such a terrible opponent, so they gave up their ambition to seize the salt pond. Some people think that this means that the war cannot end in the short term, that it is not necessary to occupy the front line and be ready to attack at any time, it is better to retreat for the time being and wait and see how the situation develops.

Of course, there is a third, the most dangerous one for Ashrufat. That is, after realizing that the prey is too strong, the hunters will instinctively take the alliance. Everyone wants to swallow the fat sheep alone, but if it is found that the fat sheep has the horns of a bull on its head, and it cannot be solved by one person, then according to the principle of profit driven, the hunters will give up the idea of "monopoly" and reach a union instead.

But in any case, this is a great victory for the silent panic. At the end of this battle, a formidable and dangerous opponent withdrew from the fray. And this victory also frightened the other enemies, and the original situation of being surrounded by enemies on all sides disappeared all at once. According to the news from the scouts, the garrisons of those front-line camps surrounding the Silent Panic Territory have been greatly reduced, and they are no longer ready to attack at any time. In some camps, only a handful of vigilant troops remained, and some were abandoned altogether.

......

Another group of enemies rushed in.

Suddenly, Ashrufate pulled a broken piece of metal from his body (left over from a weapon that had been broken off in armor). With a flick of his hand, the metal fragment burst through the air and slammed into the front soldier's face. With a snap, the clear sound of the bridge of his nose breaking, and the soldier suddenly leaned back, and the nosebleed flew out like a sharp arrow, drawing a brilliant mark in the air. Then taking advantage of the moment when the other party was so slightly suffocated, Ashrufat stepped forward, raised his sword and fell, and the long sword slashed through the body of another person beside him. The soldier in the lead had been trying to attract Ashrufat's attention and provide cover for his companions. But the sudden blow made him an obstacle to his companions.

With three swords in a row, Ashruphat split three enemies, and blood splattered in an instant. When he turned around, he slammed an elbow into the ribs of the guy who was incapacitated by the sharp pain in the bridge of his nose, breaking all of his ribs.

The soldier snorted, and the broken rib was inserted into the internal organs, which was a fatal injury. His body staggered a few steps and leaned against the wall. A few seconds later, when Ashrufat wanted to mend his sword, he found that he was dead, but he still maintained the posture before death, bleeding from his seven orifices and his eyes glazed.

In just a few seconds, five people died under his sword. The eyes of the other enemy soldiers suddenly turned red, and the enemy dressed as an officer who rushed to the front jumped up regardless of a big stride, clenched the long sword with both hands, and slashed at it with gritted teeth.

Ashrufat showed a jackal-like smile, he smiled slightly, and slammed forward at a supernatural speed, and as soon as the long sword was sent, under the combined force of both the enemy and the enemy, the unlucky guy was suddenly stabbed by the long sword, and the tip of the sword leaked out from his back.

Watching the officers die in battle, the other enemy soldiers were not afraid. No, it's not just fear, but the will to fight. They were almost crazy, and they pounced on them like crazy, completely ignoring their own flaws, as if they had lost their minds, and desperately stabbed, slashed, chopped, and chopped. But this kind of bravery was worthless, and Ashrufat did not retreat, relying on his extraordinary speed and highly sharp reactions, he slashed down the enemies who tried to desperately assault in front of him.

There were so many dead people all around, and the blood was already spilling over his heels.

He can't retreat, and he can't retreat a single step. Although he didn't know why he couldn't retreat, but in his heart, his instinct, a certain voice was telling him, this place was related to a qiē, and he must not retreat.

Oh, this is the city gate...... A strange city gate. It was as if someone had blasted the entire city gate here, but there was no visible rubble from the blasting. No, it's not important, it's important, it's the key! Once the enemy rushes in, then it's over. The castle is bound to fall......

It's not over yet. Another wave of enemies rushed in. And behind him, I don't know when a group of comrades-in-arms came. Half of them were dressed similarly to Ashrufat, clad in armor, armed with swords, maces, or axes for melee combat, and most were armed with shields. Others were poorly armed and had no armor, but they also wore metal chain mail or chain mail and held spears in their hands. But the number of comrades-in-arms is too small, really too little, than a third on the opposite side...... No, maybe less than a fifth.

What is this place? Why am I here? Why am I fighting to the death?

That's right, it's a desperate fight. Although Ashrufat didn't know why he was fighting here, he knew that it was a real battle to the death. He didn't even have the idea of running away. Although he knew deep down that he possessed a body that surpassed that of mortals, if he chose to escape alone, then he would have a good chance of success.

"Rush forward!" he heard himself roaring, and then led the way towards the enemy.

More enemies poured up and tried to engulf Ashrufat's side with crowd tactics. However, they could not stop Ashrufat's counterattack at all. Ashrufat was like a crazy hungry tiger, and his long sword was danced into a ray of death, taking away his life one by one, and flying a rain of blood. Everywhere they passed, there was only a sticky path of blood left behind, and almost all the enemies killed were split open, and none of the corpses were intact.

A fire/gunner raised his fire/gun to resist, but the fire/gun was cut off by a sword from Ashrufat, and he was disemboweled. He could clearly see that the man was trembling all over, and his internal organs were flowing all over the ground.

Then he woke up violently. He instinctively touched his neck, and in his subconscious, he must be covered in cold sweat. But in reality his body was very dry and he didn't sweat at all.

This is...... Dreams?maybe, maybe not?Ashrufat looked back at the empty bottle next to his pillow. The bottle was originally filled with drunken blood, and he drank it before going to bed today.