322 Calling

Marven's order was not given to this servant, but to the two guards. Both of them were Tzeentch's samurai, subordinates who were temporarily reliable - in the concept of the Tzeentch wizard, the word zài is permanently reliable.

After giving this order, the two men left. And the servant who had broken in was anxiously awaiting his master's orders.

However, he was not waiting for an order, and blue flames were suddenly released from Marven's palm. It appears to be a flame, but in fact it is energy from another dimension. In an instant, the hapless creature was reduced to a mass of ashes, and he didn't even have time to let out a dying wail.

Marven looked at the stain in front of him with satisfaction. Then he gave the order to the guards outside again not to disturb, and activated his spell once more.

His will melted into the winds of magic, and in his senses, the whole world was a chaos, except for a few lights in the distance. Each light has a different size and shape, so it can be easily distinguished.

After a few seconds, his will broke away from the eternal flow of the winds of magic, and then he realized that something seemed a little off. Because at this moment, there is no one in the room.

Ashrufat placed the magic locator in the glass case in the room. As mentioned earlier, this thing is easy to be mistaken for a work of art because of its meticulous workmanship, so it is suitable to be placed in a glass case, and people who don't understand it will not recognize it.

Damn, where did Ashruphat go? This long-distance contact spell was very useful, but it had such a problem. In case the other party does not have the magic positioning device by their side, this kind of "fluttering" situation will occur.

This time...... It's a little tricky. However, Marven knew that Ashrufat would not stay away, because there was a mess of maps, books, and other things on his desk. He should be back soon.

Although he had already given the order to pull out, he also knew that there was still time to wait patiently here for a while.

He looked at a map on his desk with interest. Because it was just a magic projection, Marven couldn't actually touch anything, he didn't even have the strength to move a piece of paper. But what is placed on the table in the open, he can still look at it.

Several lines were drawn on the map, and it was a predetermined march route. There were a few other symbols, and it didn't take much time for Marvin to assume that they were pre-selected battlefields.

These places were the most likely battlefields for Ashrufat.

It must be said that he judged quite accurately. Pathetic humanity. Marven just wanted to laugh secretly in his heart. The man, Ashrufat, was still struggling in vain.

However, an experienced person like Marven already knew that chess pieces were never willing to be pawns. They are always engaged in meaningless struggles. However, this Ashrufat was a pawn with a lot of potential, the kind that was worth the time to cultivate—but his stupidity decided his fate. Before he had time to kill the Nurgle wizard in the first place, his fate was decided.

Then he heard the sound of a metal spring from the key reaching into the keyhole and twisting.

Marven's figure suddenly disappeared from the air.

Ashrufat pushed the door open. The look on his face clearly explained what had just happened, so much so that he felt a little distracted.

He walked over to the couch for entertaining guests - a rather interesting habit. Places such as aristocratic offices and reception rooms have sofas and chairs. Close relatives and friends will sit in chairs (especially if there are only one or two people), while less familiar guests, or friends with whom they are more sociable, will sit on more comfortable sofas - and sit on them.

There's so much going on that he needs time to sort out his thoughts...... Wait, what's going on?

As a sorcerer's intuition, Ashruphat was aware of the almost undiscernible flow of magical winds. In fact, even a good magician wouldn't be able to notice it if it weren't so close. He was no stranger to this way of flowing.

Ashrufat straightened up and looked around. "Come out, I know you're coming!" he exclaimed.

Marven's illusory glow of a sickly green light immediately appeared in the corner of the room.

"What are you doing with me?" said Ashruphat in a very unceremonious tone.

"Yes, of course...... An opportunity. Marven didn't mind Ashrufat's tone. No matter what Ashrufat's attitude was, he didn't mind anymore. Why should he mind anything about a man who is destined to die......?" I've found a way to deal with Crimson Spots. ”

"How?" asked Ashrufat eagerly.

"It's complicated. But don't worry...... As we agreed, you have to help me complete my plan before I sue you for a cure. ”

"That's it...... The kind of plan you talked about last time?"

"Exactly. Marven laughed. "That's not exactly what Her Majesty has delegated to you, isn't it?"

"I have no opinion. Ashrufat's face was visibly wary. "But you have to know ......"

"Don't worry, rest assured, how can I be against you? I hate that sadomasochistic fanatic as much as you do. Truth be told, I'm even sure I'm going to want that guy to disappear more than you do. You don't have to look wary...... Truth be told, if I really want to help the Chaos Legion win, then I have a much better choice, don't I?"

Ashrufat was persuaded, or seemed to be persuaded. He stopped talking.

"Of course, although it is said that victory - you don't have to question that. But there are things that must also be done. Marven pointed to the magic locator on the glass case. "For example, I suggest that you should take this thing with you. ”

Ashrufat glanced at the contents of the glass case, but did not answer.

This is the flaw of coercion and inducement. At this moment, Marven had to admit that in this regard, the followers of Slaanesh had a natural advantage. Coercion and inducement can be exchanged for the cooperation of others, but not for that kind of heartfelt enthusiasm. Ashrufat had always been wary of him, and he couldn't be a pawn that was as useful as a finger - of course, it didn't matter, Marven was sure that their relationship wouldn't last long, and that Scarlet Spot would solve all problems.

"Don't worry, as I promised, on the eve of the decisive battle, I will tell you the tactics and troop arrangements that the Chaos Army, the Lord of the Blood Fangs, has set. On top of that, I can guarantee a collective strike by the magicians...... With such an advantage, it should be possible, right?"

Ashrufat finally nodded.

"You pick the right battlefield. Marven said.

Ashrufat came to the table and looked at the map, which had been marked with many marks. For a long time, his hand pointed to a place. "It's the perfect place. He said.

"Hmm...... Not bad. Marven gave him a casual look. "That's it. ”

"What about the strength of the Chaos Legion?" Ashrufat asked.

"Sixty thousand. Marven replied a little nonchalantly. "Maybe a little more, but not more than seventy thousand. It depends on how many troops the Bloodfang Lord can summon back. Remember what I said, I will definitely lead a wing of the Chaos Legion when the time comes. I'm not going to take the initiative to attack, you just need to let the center or the other wing rout...... Don't talk about a rout, even if it's just a little back, I'll just withdraw from the battle. And my magician won't go to war at all. They're going to put on a show, and then when I give the order to retreat, they're all going to leave...... However, these details may be subject to change, so I'll check with you before the battle. ”

After a few minutes, the glowing green vanished. Ashrufat stood in the center of the room, unable to recover for a long time.

What the hell is going on? How can there be such a ridiculous thing in the world?

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a charm. It is an obvious pendant used by women. The craft itself isn't anything particularly noteworthy, but the power of the wind of magic is condensed on it. It's not the vague feeling of a magic locator, it's a very obvious and powerful force.

He pressed the charm to his forehead, and the next moment, he felt it again.

A voice came directly into his head so inexplicably. And it's almost impossible to tell it's any different from what you hear with your ears. But he was able to tell himself with reason, and now his ears did not hear anything.

"You're coming to me again, do you have any doubts, my lovely knight?" the voice was soft and mixed with laughter, but it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. "Don't worry, I'm not going to break my promises. Since I have made a promise to you......"

"I want to know what Marven is trying to do!" Ashrufat asked.

"Huh...... You should say, what the hell is Tzeentch trying to do? Unfortunately, I can't guess either. I only have a few vague guesses, and they are the kind of speculations that are very different from each other, so it is useless to sue you. But whatever he wants, I hope his plan won't succeed. Don't worry, you won't regret trading with me......"

"Why...... Chose me?"

"Huh...... O my lovely knight. Soon after...... But let me keep it a secret for now. I will give you more things, dark secrets, powers rivaled by the gods, pleasures that you can't get in your dreams......"

There was an indescribable temptation in the laughter, and he instinctively felt an urge to obey the voice, to swear allegiance to it in exchange for all that it promised.

In the next moment, he found that he had squeezed the ornament tightly in the palm of his hand, and his hand had already left his forehead. His head was already covered with cold sweat.