Verse 22 oracles

After a short time, a small group of cavalry passed by.

This is exactly the patrol of the "Wandering Hunters" tribe. During this time, their relationship with their long-time neighbors and eternal enemies, the "Qajar" tribe, was very tense. With the defeat of the invasion of the South, a storm is brewing in this grassland. This defeat weakened a number of tribes and changed the balance of power. As a result, the strong want to take advantage of the opportunity to expand their power, while the weak try to hold on to their existing interests. A large-scale scuffle is inevitable.

In particular, these two tribes had nothing to do with this defeat - and even if they did, they sent a negligible force to assist a few Chaos Lords in their invasion of the South. But no one can stay out of this storm. Because the other forces were eyeing each other, no one had the time to covet these two tribes that were remote and not very strong.

Therefore, both sides feel that this is a great opportunity to eliminate the perennial enemy. Without a fisherman, the sandpiper clam will have a life-and-death struggle.

Then again, if the fisherman had been standing on the edge in the first place, the sandpiper would not have been able to fight. The fisherman is a fisherman because the sandpiper and the clam fight began to hide.

Because of this tense atmosphere, there has been a heightened alert between the two tribes, one of which is the expanded range of patrols.

It's spring. Even if spring comes late in the north, it is already time for everything to recover and plants and trees to spit out green shoots. Among the greens, a red crown stands out.

The patrol ran to this side at once, and the leader of them, after making sure that there was no one else around, jumped off his horse and plucked arrows and crowns from the ground. The arrows are very common, but a little look at the crown reveals the mark of the Prince of Joy. Upon closer inspection, a row of magic symbols can be found on the inside of the tiara.

If I'm not mistaken, the original owner of this tiara was supposed to be a sorcerer of Slaanesh. And in terms of color, this wizard has more than a sixty percent chance of being female.

But such a crown belonging to the Witch of Slaanesh was nailed to the ground by an arrow. This indicates that there was a battle here. It should be a sneak attack, or a pursuit. It was the witch who was able to reason very lightly that in this battle, it was the witch who lost. Because if the witch wins, she will undoubtedly take her belongings with her.

Chaos cultists are mainly formed into various warbands and tribes, but there are also some who act alone (or in small groups of a few people). It's not uncommon to encounter this kind of thing on the edge of one's own territory. So-called, the captain put away the evidence of the battle, the crown and the arrows, and rode away.

It may just be a matter that has nothing to do with the Horde, but it could also be part of a conspiracy against the Horde. All qiē must be handed over to the upper echelons of the tribe to judge.

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It's dark at night.

Ashrufat sat by the fire. Feel the heat of the fire. Even in the spring, the nights in the wilderness are still cold. Claire lay on the ground wrapped in a blanket, and the mute old man chose the same way, except sleeping under the carriage.

Looking at the sleeping figures of the two people, Ashrufat couldn't help but think of his journey. I don't know how Xingke is now, I don't know if Hoshimi's body has recovered a little bit (since that happened, she has been sick and can only recuperate), I don't know if Ah Jin has successfully expanded her business again, I don't know if that little girl ......

He tossed a piece of dry wood into the campfire, making it even more intense. He couldn't help but pull out the female pendant from his arms. As mentioned earlier, this thing is ostensibly a piece of jewelry, but in fact it is a magical item, because it is forever condensed with the power of the wind of magic.

This should be the truth of the so-called "evil god gaze". The so-called "gods are watching our every move" rumor should come from this. In a sense, this may be true. Because if this charm can be used correctly, the owner of the charm should be able to make a spiritual connection with those beings who are called "chaos evil gods" by humans at any time. This connection is a two-way street, and the evil god can actively contact the owner. In particular, this psychic connection can be of a very small range.

I don't know why, but Ashrufat knows something. That is, as long as the evil god is willing, it can quietly get the information it needs from the holder, and the holder himself will not be aware of it.

However, Ashrufat was a magician himself. Although he is mediocre in his magical skills, he is very knowledgeable in magic. So he made himself a small bag that could effectively block the power of magic (this material is available at the church's side), and put it in the bag. If he needs to take it out, he will also keep it away from his head.

It's not a difficult thing to do. Although this thing is a magical object, its power is very small, and as long as it is not close to the head, then this magical spiritual connection cannot be maintained.

But as long as he sticks this thing to his head...... His arduous search seemed to be coming to an end soon. Ask Slaanesh for help, he will surely get help, and then quickly end this qiē......

No! no! an instinct roared as he took the thing back in his palm. Just now, his trembling hand almost pressed it to his forehead.

What had happened? Ashruphat came back to his senses and realized what he had just done. Was it an illusion, or was it an unconscious choice? Was it some kind of trick of the evil god? However, he had embraced the wind of magic just now, so he could be sure that the magic on the pendant had not worked, or at least it wouldn't have this effect.

He slipped the pendant into his pocket once more.

This is the "safe zone". The word means that you can sleep peacefully here - just arrange for a night watchman and keep your weapons within easy reach. It's already a great place for the wilderness. This is so because it is close to the territory of the "Wandering Hunters" tribe. For those large and medium-sized tribes with fixed territories, most of the surrounding areas of the territory are such "safe zones". Because in the concept of Chaos Believers, if they can ravage the land around their territory and drive all outsiders away, it is an extremely boastful thing. There is also a practical benefit: if an enemy is going to attack, they have to assemble and prepare farther away, which allows the tribe to react with plenty of time without being caught off guard.

Truth be told, the current situation is a prime example of this notion. If the Wandering Hunter Tribe had adhered to this principle, then the small tribe of Asowen would have disappeared from the world long ago, and there would be no such operation called trade, which was actually espionage. Unfortunately, the Wandering Hunter Tribe had to gather most of their forces to fight against the Khazar Tribe, resulting in a small but dangerous enemy in a place they were not aware of.

Ashrufat stood up and left the campfire. His dark vision made the night mean nothing to him. He could see the vibrant wilderness, and feel the wild breath that permeated all around.

"Actually, it's a good place. This thought inexplicably bred in his mind. But it was only for a moment. This consciousness arose and died so quickly that even Ashrufat himself was unaware of it.

It didn't seem to come from his own consciousness, but some other being, quietly shoehorning the thought into his mind. Admittedly, this thought had little impact, but it also unconsciously changed something.

At this moment, far away from Ashrufat (not very far), roaming the interior of the Hunter Tribe, a Chaos wizard is reciting a prayer mantra. In front of him was an altar: the altar was not painted with the emblem of an evil god, but on an eight-pointed star representing the evil god of chaos as a whole. The flame burned right in the center of the eight-pointed star.

He recited the mysterious words in a tone like a poetic recitation, and as he uttered the syllables aloud, sweat slowly oozed from his forehead, indicating that this was not an easy job. And it seems to be the case: in the midst of this chanting, the color of the flame is gradually changing, from the ordinary red flame to a pale blue, and then to a crimson color.

Not the red of the normal flame, but more almost blood red.

As the last syllable came out of the wizard's mouth, blood-red flames erupted violently, rising to the height of two people. After such an outburst, the flame of the sacrifice quickly became smaller and extinguished. A red, broken crown can now be seen in the flames.

"Crisis!" the wizard sweated. Turn your head to face behind you. He wasn't alone in this ritual just now, behind him, there were twenty or so people standing, each wearing Chaos armor. The armor of the leader is distinctly different - more ornate, more detailed, and looks better protected.

With this armor alone, he can see his identity as a Chaos Champion Samurai. Chaos believers who have obtained this status are already qualified to become leaders of small and medium-sized tribes or warbands, and can also have a place in large tribes.

"Crisis!" the wizard stressed once. "This thing...... I didn't pick it up by accident. Behind it, there is a conspiracy against our tribe. This is God's revelation to me. ”

That's right, this ceremony was held precisely to understand what this crown was all about. The patrol picks it up and gives it to the upper echelons of the tribe. And in this kind of rumor, the top of the tribe was not careless. The end result was a ritual performed by the sorcerer, praying to the gods for revelation.

They offered rich sacrifices, and sure enough, they were favored by the gods.

"Sure enough...... This is not an accident. The Chaos Champion whispered. "We made the right choice. This should be some kind of conspiracy...... A scale and a half claw that was accidentally exposed. ”

"Could it be a sneak attack?"

"Impossible, no tribe other than Qajar can threaten us. We have strengthened our vigilance, and it is impossible to succeed in a sneak attack or something. ”