Section 4 Cowards

Normally, blood stimulates the appetite of wolves, but this is clearly not the case at the moment.

Claire could only watch in amazement as Ashrufat stepped forward while the wolves retreated.

"Get out!" Ashruphat didn't even look at the dead wolf again, but swung his sword in a repelling motion. As he walked on, the wolves had gathered together and let out a "whining" of anger and fear, but none of the wolves tried to attack again, but cowered in front of Ashrufat.

Eventually, the wolves gave up trying. They weren't hungry enough to take on such a formidable foe. So they had no choice but to jump into the darkness with their tails between their legs and escape. Their "whining" sound faded away, and soon disappeared into the night sky.

Ashrufat returned to the campfire, re-sheathed his sword and threw it on the ground. Claire dragged the dead yellow wolf back. Now, she saw the cause of the wolf's death: there was only one wound on the wolf's corpse, and it was a sword pierced through the jaw. The blow went straight through the wolf's brain.

Claire had watched this happen (though she hadn't been able to see it clearly), so she knew that Ashrufat wasn't throwing the sword at the wolf that pounced on him—even a frontal assassination was already a great swordfight—but when the opponent pounced on him. He didn't even look back at the time.

No wonder legend has it that these southerners, who were inspired by the gods, were powerful warriors and mages...... Not the ordinary power, but the one that has the potential to become a Chaos Lord.

"You just said ......," Ashrufat returned to his previous position. He tossed his sword to the side again, as if nothing had happened. "You want me to come with you?"

"Yes! to my tribe?" Claire nodded vigorously.

Ashrufat hesitated. He was now almost certain that from Claire's tribe, he couldn't hear from the Bloodfang Lord. Not to mention the whereabouts of the star carving.

"I said, I'm here for someone. Ashrufat repeated.

"I know where that person is. Claire replied. She was now sure why this mighty warrior from the south had come here: it was the Prince of Joy who had summoned him. As for the means of summoning...... This is actually quite common. The Prince of Joy often takes the form of a stunning beauty (or a beautiful man) to attract a human following.

"She's a ...... It's beautiful, or it's a cute girl. Claire said. Legend has it that the incarnation of the Prince of Joy is a man of beauty beyond a mortal, and is familiar with all the mysteries that can make people satisfied and excited. Thus, the Prince of Joy is able to capture even the most ruthless minds with ease. "I suppose she's your fiancée, or even your lover?" these are the most common means of amusing the prince. To be honest, it's really a very mediocre trick. However, these secrets are only circulated among the believers, and those on the outside do not know that Slaanesh is actually using such unruly methods.

But from another point of view, those really effective methods always sound mundane or even commonplace, but there are still people in the world who play tricks.

She noticed the change in Ashrufat's eyes, and immediately realized that she had guessed correctly.

"You don't know where she is. After about half a minute, Ashrufat finally broke the silence. "Because you...... It is impossible to have seen her. The timing is wrong. He uttered the last words in a voice that he could only hear.

"Yes, I don't know. "But with you now, you can't find her." ”

"Why do you think that?" asked Ashrufat.

"Because, I want to find a man in the vast wilderness...... It is absolutely impossible to rely on the strength of one person. Claire said. "And you're here to meet me, this qiē...... It's all ......" She was about to say "the arrangement of the Prince of Joy", but immediately realized that such a statement might not be appropriate. This one was inspired by God, but it was a deceptive calling. "Fateful arrangement. I have exactly the means to help you. ”

Of course, Ashrufat didn't know what the other party was thinking, but he had to admit that it made sense. Maybe he would be able to find the Bloodfang Lord—according to the information, the Bloodfang Lord is the most prestigious of the Chaos Lords, even among the Chaos Lords—but, it's easy to think that by then, maybe the Bloodfang Lords won't necessarily know where the star is inscribed.

Moreover, even if Ashrufat himself admits that even if he is defeated, there are still at least a few hundred Chaos Warriors around the Bloodfang Lord. Even if he found the Bloodfang Lord, it would still be a hassle to get the whereabouts of the Star Carving from the other party's mouth.

Ashrufat thought for a few minutes, and slowly, he began to perceive the meaning behind the girl's words.

"I'll go to your tribe......" he asked. "Your tribe needs me?"

"We need fighters. Claire replied immediately.

"Warrior?" Ashruphat laughed. "But I just want to be a traveler, not a warrior. ”

"Don't you like fighting?"

"I don't like it. Ashrufat replied decisively.

"But you...... You are very good at martial arts. The sword ...... just now," Claire pointed to the wolf corpse next to her. "You must have gone through a long period of rigorous training and countless battles. It's like this!"

"That's true, but I don't like fighting. Ashrufat replied. "It's like this. ”

Just now he was just driving away the wolves and driving them away. And not intending to carry out a killing. Although he is fully capable of it. Killing that yellow wolf was also just self-defense.

"If I weren't a warrior, would your tribe still welcome me?" Ashrufat asked casually.

"I don't know. This time, Claire was suddenly deflated. "The Horde needs warriors, not cowards. She looked at Ashrufat. Just now, she was still full of fear of this man, but now, she was full of curiosity and disdain, and even a little disdainful. This man obviously has such a skill, but he declares that he doesn't like fighting?

No warrior - not even the warrior of the father of lies - would say such a thing. Now she understood that the southerner's previous words were not lies, but that he had no intention of hurting her or accusing her at all. Even if she was his captive.

She slowly remembered some legends. It is said that in the South, the most respected and admired people were not warriors or magicians, but some inexplicable people called "nobles". And these weak fellows are the rulers of the southerners, and they can - incredibly - call on those powerful warriors or mages to serve them.

It's a strange relationship that is logically confusing and extremely difficult to understand. Claire had no idea why the strong would obey the orders of the weak. Not to mention people, even if it is a pack of wild beasts, such as wolves, the leader must be the strongest or the smartest. This can simply be said to be a law of nature that cannot be refuted.

"I don't understand you southerners!" she suddenly felt a pang of annoyance. "Why do you have such good skills, but you refuse to fight? Don't you know the glory of victory?"

"In addition to fighting, I have other skills. Ashrufat said. "I can ride, chariot, and tend to horses, and I know a little bit of the art of blacksmithing, and I am half a blacksmith. He thought about it for a moment. "Actually, I'm still a good cook......

He figured it out. Finding the Bloodfang Lord is not a simple matter. Once he left the desert, he couldn't track it anymore. Because the route in the desert is fixed (due to the limitation of the water source), once out of the desert range, it becomes difficult to follow.

It boils down to being too far apart. The Bloodfang Lord was months ahead of him, and it was really not easy.

Then, considering the need for future investigations, then he should at least get acquainted with the lives of these barbarians a little bit and prepare for future investigations. At least not like the conversation with this girl just now, there are many things that cannot be understood.

To live in a barbarian tribe for a period of time—maybe ten days, maybe a month, but not more than three months—should be about the same.

"What the tribe needs is warriors......" Claire continued. I don't know if the impact of what she just said was too great, and she became a little frustrated. "The most in-demand warrior ......"

"Nothing else?" her obvious frustration made Ashrufat feel a little uncomfortable. "I'm a bit of a boastful, but I'm a good cook, no worse than anyone else. ”

This was already determined by Brassian when he was there. Although he doesn't need food, his keen sense of smell and taste, coupled with his quick dexterity, makes his cooking skills actually excellent.

"When the tribe is in crisis, will you take action?" asked Claire suddenly. Then she immediately added, "Forget it, I didn't ask." ”

"Who is in charge of the tribe?"

"Wizard. Claire's frustration seemed to fade slowly. By the way, there's a wizard here! Besides, this man was also inspired by the Prince of Joy. He really doesn't like to fight at the moment, but what about the future? Besides, even in the worst case, the tribe has made some money for nothing. "Okay, you can go back with me. ”

With that, she pulled out the dagger from herself and began to skin the wolf. Both wolf skin and wolf meat are valuable materials that cannot be wasted. Besides, this skin is really complete and definitely top grade.

"I'm not familiar with the situation in the north, and there is no exchange of news and materials between tribes...... I mean trade?" asked Ashruphat tentatively. If there was a lot of trade between these tribes, he might be able to get information more easily.

"Only tribes of equal strength can trade. Claire replied. "Otherwise, there will be only battle and conquest. ”

"What happens to the loser?" asked Ashrufat casually.

"Look at the mood of the winners. Claire replied. As she spoke, she gently wiped her face with her hand, and the wolf blood stained on her hand left a mark on her face.

Speaking of which, Ashruphat never imagined that one day he would watch a girl skillfully skin a wolf with a knife. But for some reason, when this wild and energetic girl does this, it feels so natural.