Seventh quarter night

Ashrufat is now slowly learning more about the situation of this small tribe.

As he had predicted, it was really a small tribe. Even by the standards of Chaos Cultists, it is small. There were more than 570 people in the entire tribe, including old and young women, and children, all of whom were followers of Slaanesh, and only 200 of them were able to take up arms and fight.

To be clear, this is not to say that this tribe has two hundred Chaos warriors. Because the way the hierarchy is divided in the Chaos Tribe is different from that in the Chaos Legion. At the bottom of the Chaos tribe were slaves, then out-of-the-box believers - usually minors, then full-fledged believers. Above the official believers, there are Chaos Marauders who can be counted as warriors. And in the Chaos Legion that invaded Gruni, almost all of them were warriors, and the lowest Cheng dù was also a marauder.

These marauders already belong to the warrior class in the Chaos Tribe. In other words, in the process of rising through the ranks of the Chaos Tribe, you must first become a qualified Chaos Cultist before you can become a Marauder. Then we can talk about the official Chaos Warrior, the Chosen Warrior or a higher level of champion samurai, Chaos Lord or something.

The history of this tribe is not very long, and in a sense, there is no "history" at all. It is only twenty or thirty years old, and it is a remnant of the collapse of a large tribe. The tribe had also had considerable potential for growth due to the favor of the Prince of Joy, but was ultimately defeated in a civil war between the tribes. The entire tribe was forced to move here, and there were only so many members of the tribe left.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still a wizard among them, perhaps it would have completely disintegrated and its members scattered. But even now, they are in a precarious state. Because a Chaos tribe of this size is actually completely a fish belly, a tasty prey for a larger tribe.

Ashrufat had wondered how such a tribe would dare to get so close to the White Castle. Now he understood that it was because this Chaos tribe had absolutely no idea what was going on. Although they knew that there had been a large-scale invasion of the South, they did not know the final outcome of the battle. They didn't know that hundreds of thousands of Chaos warriors had perished on a foreign land.

They only came to this ownerless land to escape the attacks of the more powerful Chaos tribes.

At dusk, Ashrufat boiled a pot of soup in the camp.

Although they are Chaos believers who are regarded as "barbarians", they are not averse to food. At the very least, Ashrufat found their cooking ingredients to be quite good.

Don't look at the chaos believers on the battlefield who claim to "eat everything", there is indeed evidence to show that, not to mention bugs, beasts, fish or whatnot, even if it is the corpse of the dead, the chaos warrior can eat it without any psychological burden. But if the conditions are right, the cultists of Chaos (or at least the cultists of Slaanesh) are not at all averse to a delicious pot of soup.

At least the men, including the wizard Asowen, seemed satisfied.

By this time it was already dark. Right in the middle of the camp, beside the ornate tent, Assowen and five or six men had gathered. These people are the leaders of this Chaos tribe.

Specifically, as a Chaos Wizard, Asowen is not a leader in the true sense of the word. The tribe was led by a small group headed by Assowen - a council that might be called a civilized state.

Matters of importance must be decided by this council. This is also the most common form of government for those Chaos tribes who do not have a strong leader.

Of course, all of these council members are not ordinary people. With the exception of Assowen, everyone else is a Chaos Warrior. It is the kind that passes the test of the evil god and obtains his own chaos armor. Among them, there are two more Chosen Warriors of Chaos. The two Chosen Warriors, along with Assowen as a wizard, form the core of this council.

There is no Cunzài in the tribe who is higher than the Chosen Warriors, in other words, there are no Chaos Champion Samurai in this tribe. Of course, even in the Chaos Legion, Chaos Champions are all mid- and high-level officers in the army, and it is common for them to command hundreds or even thousands of Chaos warriors. It's normal for such a small tribe to have no champion samurai.

That's why Claire said that before. She had already recognized the pendant in Eshurufat's hand as a high-level pendant that ordinary Chaos cultists could hold—and from that, Slaanesh recognized Eshuruphat as a Chaos Champion (or Chaos Champion-level person). If Ashruphat reveals his identity, that is, when he enters the tribe, he will show everyone his token of communication with the gods, and Asowen will not talk about the previous difficult behavior. He would probably have managed to make Ashruphat the leader of the tribe.

The status recognized by the Chaos Evil God is the foundation of the Chaos Cult Society. The influence of the evil gods on them has reached a level in all aspects. God's approval is the best illustration of one's ability - you can hide it from the eyes of the world, but you can't hide it from God.

Tonight, the little council was discussing an important matter: despite the recent harvest of the hunt, the tribe was running out of salt. They have to do everything they can to solve this problem.

There is one quickest way to solve this problem: in the northwest, about ten days on foot, about three days by car and horse, there is a salt pond, where salt is produced.

Of course, there is a big flaw in this approach: such a valuable resource certainly has its owner. A powerful, Tzeentch tribe is entrenched there.

Of course, the rules of chaos are different from those of the civilized world. If it were in the south, this salt pond would probably become an important source of wealth for the lord. The lords would sell salt to merchants for income - or so to speak, anyone could buy salt at a fair price.

But in the realm of chaos, that's not the case. There is only a fair trade when the strength is equal. That's why there aren't any professional merchants in the Chaos Tribe. Unless it's a Chaos Lord going to do business, robbing caravans is probably a common thing. But how could a Chaos Lord go into business?

This Chaos tribe, led by the sorcerer of Slaanesh Asowen, does not have the strength to be equal to others. In other words, if they don't show their strength enough, not only will they not sell you salt, but they will destroy your caravan and even your tribe. This qiē is all because his strength is much stronger than yours.

The gods won't be of any help in this regard. Because the strength of the four evil gods is balanced with each other. In fact, not to mention that they believed in different gods, even if they were all followers of Slaanesh, things would not change. Because any evil god recognizes the law of "the law of the jungle" and believes that weak and incompetent believers must be eliminated.

This is also a common thing for the Chaos Tribe. When he was in the South, the church books that Ashruphat read were bloodthirsty and crazy about the Chaos cultists, who were always preparing for war all the time—inexplicably like a bunch of madmen. But in fact, the daily supply of firewood, rice, oil and salt is what these tribal leaders are concerned about most of the time.

So, now it was this little council that was discussing the issue of salt, and Ashrufat was listening and cooking broth for them. As Assowen had promised, his attitude towards Ashrufat was the same as that of ordinary members of the tribe, with no special care or discrimination.

"This soup is really good, chef. Asowen was full of praise for Ashrufat's cooking. Good enjoyment has always been advocated by the Prince of Joy.

"A lot of people have said that. Ashrufat was not opposed to this.

"Your name is Ashrufat?" asked one of the Chosen Warriors, gulping down the soup. Now, the people of this tribe already know about Ashrufat, know that he is an alien Chaos believer, and will live in this tribe for a while. This kind of thing is rare, but it is not unheard of. Asowen's handling of this was tacitly accepted by everyone. "It's a waste for you to be a chef. If you join us, you can definitely become a warrior in no time. ”

"Ah, I'm just a chef here. Ashrufat replied.

In particular, to become a genuine Chaos Warrior, you need the Chaos armor granted by the gods as proof, that is, you need the recognition of the gods. But a believer doesn't need to be so troublesome to become a marauder, as long as the tribe recognizes it.

His unambitious statement caused a wave of contempt. But then again, anyway, it was said from the beginning that he was staying for a while, so everyone didn't care. After all, what Ashrufat asked for was a very simple thing, and even this sale was purely profitable in the tribe.

At this time, it was proposed that a raid could be launched to capture enough salt. The way to do this is to use cavalry to launch a surprise attack. However, this opinion was rejected. There aren't many horses in this tribe. In fact, they were really devastated by the defeat and escape, and the total number of horses in the tribe was only about twenty.

More than 20 cavalrymen went to attack a tribe with at least tens of thousands of members, and that was not to rob, but to deliver food.

Another suggestion was made that a disguise could be made: let Assowen himself ask for trade. A tribe that can casually send a Chaos wizard to serve as a trade envoy is undoubtedly a powerful tribe, and the other party probably wouldn't dare to take such a powerful tribe lightly.

But this action was vetoed by Asowen himself. It's a little too risky. Tzeentch wizards are no fools - in fact, there may be no more cunning people in the world. If any of them knew Assowen, which was very common, the trick would be uncovered, and it would be tantamount to death. And this tribe is destined to be doomed.

This time the discussion ended in nothing. There are no balls or banquets in Eagle Falcon City in the Chaos Tribe. When the bonfire went out, everyone chose to sleep peacefully.

Ashrufat returned to his tent, Claire's tent, as I mentioned earlier. The customs of Chaos are very open, and even if an alien man borrows a female member's tent, it will not arouse any objections.

Ashrufat didn't actually need sleep, but he didn't want anyone else to know about it. So after returning to the tent, he didn't play any tricks, and obediently lay down wrapped in a blanket. The blanket was given to him by Claire, or lent to him temporarily, and is said to be an inheritance left by her father. It's a big blanket.

In the past few days, in addition to being busy with cooking, Ashrufat has spent all his time trying to observe and inquire about the various customs of Chaos. He feels like he's making good progress. If this continues, it won't take him ten days before he can almost leave the tribe. He began to try to put himself into that sleep, but as he did, he felt something burrow into his bed.

A warm and soft thing clings to his body. Eshurufat opened his eyes and saw Claire's face.

(Mmmm, push the girl...... Can it succeed?or, rather, would an evil author write like that?)