Section 110 Performance

A sneer slowly emerged from Ashrufat's face. The crowd looked at him, and he looked at the crowd. He is their commander-in-chief, and this is the power he has gained by his own strength and cunning. As the book says, it is not easy to obtain power, it is even more difficult to keep it, and people who are not strong enough or smart enough cannot get power, and even if they get it in other ways, they will only end up bringing disaster to themselves. This is because very few people volunteer to be subordinates. If there are not enough means, then either the subordinates resist the superiors, or the subordinates seize the power of the superiors.

Speaking of which, he himself did not know how these concepts came to his mind, as if he had studied them in the first place, and as long as the conditions were right, he would naturally remember them.

"I heard something was going on. Ashrufat spoke first. At this time, he was already wearing full body armor, except for the helmet that he deliberately did not wear. "Someone was killed?"

"A murder, my lord. Someone spoke. Ashrufat didn't know his name, but he recognized him as one of the people he had seen the night before. "I would like to accuse you that the sadistic believers killed a member of our army. ”

"A very serious accusation. Ashruphat nodded. "Let's talk slowly. ”

A few minutes later, several members of the conspiracy last night explained the process of the accident in detail. In fact, although they spoke vividly, what actually happened was also deduced from watching the scene afterwards. Anyway, the matter was simple, Sag got there and slaughtered all the people there. Maybe he thought he would be mistaken, or maybe a few unlucky people were actually on the scene, making it impossible to tell the difference, but in short, Sag slaughtered the two guys in the neighborhood together. The specific course of the battle - judging by the various traces left at the scene - was quite tragic. Because the battle was not a surprise attack, the dead were all heavily armed and resisted before they died.

Moreover, the deceased also had their heads cut off.

In the Chaos Realm, skull-snatching is a very common thing. Among the many barbarian tribes in the Chaos Realm (especially the Blood God Cultists), there are many who have this habit. This is so because some tribes believe that the head is the center of a person's power, and by acquiring the head, the victor can gain a part of the power of the victim. Of course, it also means something special to sadistic believers to take the head of the vanquished, as it is tantamount to sacrificing every defeated soldier to the god of blood. In the legends of Chaos, the god of blood sits on a throne made of the heads of countless victims. This act can greatly please the blood god.

"What is the name of the deceased and what is his identity?" Ashrufat asked, seemingly casually.

The question was a natural one, but Ashruphat still noticed the obvious hesitation of several of the conspirators. In the end, however, the leader gave the names of several men—names that Ashrufat had never heard of, and who did not know whether they were true or false. But even if Ashrufat had heard of it, he would not have remembered such a trivial matter.

"Are they all Chaos Warriors?" Ashrufat asked.

"Yes, they all have Chaos armor. Died like this......"

"It's a very strict thing. Ashrufat said. "Are you sure Sag did it?"

"My lord, I can guarantee that. Because there were many witnesses who saw him leave with his head. So many people can't be wrong at the same time. ”

"I see. Ashrufat said. "But first, I'll have to make sure. He gestured to Flint, who stepped forward. Everyone saw Ashruphat whisper something in Flint's ear, and then the chosen warrior of Slaanesh left.

"Rest easy. Ashrufat said to the group of officers gathered in the tent. "There should be a reply soon. ”

They didn't have to wait long, and Flint was soon back. He went empty-handed, and when he came back, he had an extra tray in his hand. There were several things on the tray that looked like balls. The reason why it is said to be "like" is because there is a red cloth covering these things. Everybody knows it's not a ball, though. The tray smelled of blood so strong that no one could guess what was on it.

"My lord......" The lead conspirator wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

Ashrufat lifted the first red cloth with his hand, and below it was a human head. Because the time of death was not long, the face of the entire head was very clear, no different from when he was alive. But it's an unfamiliar face.

"This is a blatant challenge to your authority. Someone said indignantly. Ashrufat thought it sounded familiar, and then realized that it was one of the voices that had spoken positively in that tent the previous night.

He ignored it and lifted the remaining two red cloths. One of the skulls was exactly what he was looking at.

"My lord," one of the conspirators shouted, trying to distract Ashrufat's skull. But it is clear that there is no point in his approach. For Ashrufat's gaze remained there, and did not move for a long time.

"This ...... Why I look familiar. Ashrufat finally raised his head and glanced around, his expression looking confused. "Who is this?"

"This is ......," the lead conspirator coughed. "A ...... killed by a sadistic believer" He tried to cover up the accident, but unfortunately, it was doomed to futile.

"He looks a lot like Astiana. Ashrufat said. "Except for age. His gaze swept over the men from Dangerous Peak City. "What do you think?"

It would be outrageous to say that someone from Dangerous Peak City didn't know Astiana. A group of people didn't know what to answer for a moment. They all knew that the sadistic believers must deal with it after they took their heads - this thing was used as an ornament by the sadistic believers, so naturally it should not be allowed to rot and stink. So it was almost unexpectedly that the head remained so intact.

"This ......" several people were speechless.

"What's his name?" asked Ashrufat, looking at the dead head. "I guess it's the son of Astiana. I remember he had a son...... Just forgot to have a few. ”

This guy is actually not bad. Ashrufat thought to himself. Hide the identity of the Chaos Champion and then try to claim the fruits of victory—if successful, such a feat will surely be rewarded by Tzeentch. At that time, promotion to Chaos Lord is almost a sure thing. Presumably, the driving force behind the series of assassinations encountered by Ashrufat during this period should be this one.

But alas, he is a little too tender after all. Having said that, he was also just a Chaos believer, so he was destined not to jump out of this position and look at Yiqiē from a larger perspective. Tzeentch doesn't care about the piety of the believer, he cares about the value of the believer. Therefore, his plot was doomed to failure. If he had any real hope of success, Tzeentch would have sold him at the last minute - if Ashrufat demanded it.

Ashrufat sighed in his heart, and then raised his head to look at the circle of subordinates. Now, even an idiot can sense something is wrong. The smart ones have realized that they have been completely tricked, and the not smart enough are still thinking about excuses or excuses.

Only the leaders are the most sober-minded. Although they already understood that this matter was an act from beginning to end, Ashrufat was the director and the audience, and they were all actors who did not know it. But they didn't panic. Because they knew the objective fact that as long as Ashrufat still wanted to conquer the swamp, he could not abandon them. Without them, the army would lose most of its combat effectiveness - and losses that could not be recovered in the short term. And Aeruphat had just killed the Immortal Juggernaut Jakes. In the swamp, the old leader has died, and the new leader has not yet been born. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that Ashrufat will never give up. Therefore, it was impossible for Ashrufat to make his army ineffective and thus miss this great opportunity.

That's their hole card - so whatever they do, Ashrufat has to be as patient as he can.

This is something that only the man with the head on the tray has analyzed - in this sense, he is very smart, to the point, to the fundamentals. But he got two things wrong, the first was that although Ashrufat had to endure as much as possible, it did not mean that he had to endure without limits. The second is that Ashruphat needs them, but not all of them. He went too far, and he was too careless.

Of course, maybe he had some other reason why he was so bold. For example, because of Astiana, Ashruphat would have to (theoretically) open up to him even if he were caught. As long as he doesn't jump out and challenge Eshurufat's authority head-on, then Eshurufat must endure.

"Good news to everyone. Ashrufat paused and said suddenly. "The war is over. ”

The news made everyone stunned for a moment. It's so sudden, so it's completely unbelievable.

"I'm the lord of this swamp now. Ashrufat continued. "By the promise of the Father of the Plague, the dominion of this swamp is now in my name. There is no need to fight, only ...... Letters or magical communications are sufficient. ”

To prove his words, Eshuruphat raised his hand and turned the ring in his hand three times, showing everyone the emblems of Slaanesh, Tzeentch, and Nurgle in turn.

He wasted no time observing the panicked or inwardly expressions of his subordinates. Instead, stand up. "Sometimes, a little bit of play is a good pastime. He said. "But if you go too far, you can make things go bad. His gaze swept over the leaders, who immediately stepped back or made a backward stance.

A few people looked around and realized an even bigger disaster. Before I knew it, there were already a lot of Ashrufat's personal guards in the tent - this was the power of the general, and it was regarded as a normal dispatch before the dagger was seen, and no one was suspicious. And their guards, retinues, and subordinates were not around. This was definitely intentional, because through the curtain door of the tent, one could see that there were many soldiers outside the tent - none of them were the kind from the dangerous peak.