vs 15: Regret

Asowen's tribe was victorious this hard-won.

More than half of the Chaos Gangs were killed, and the rest were either captured or scattered and fled. The captured enemies were not hard-core sadistic believers (who would not have surrendered otherwise), they would have converted and fled to the arms of Slaanesh. In addition to this, as soon as the battle was over, they pounced on the temporary camp of the Sadistic Gang. Here, Asowen found dozens of slaves - yes, even the Sadistic Gang needed some slaves to serve them. It's just that because of their bloodthirsty nature, the lives of these slaves generally don't last long.

The slaves soon expressed their willingness to change their faith. In reality, Chaos beliefs are not so fixed, and a powerful Chaos Champion or Chaos Lord will often receive an olive branch from another god and change sides. Although these ordinary believers are not personally solicited by the gods, they will have the opportunity to be converted, such as this one. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that they had always hated the weak, they would have become believers in sadism.

However, the price paid by the tribe is equally heavy. Asowen himself was safe, but one of the two Chosen Warriors of the tribe was killed - he was killed while trying to prevent the Champion from escaping, knocking his brain out with a hammer. In addition to the Chosen Warriors, they lost forty people, and in addition, an equal number were wounded. More than a dozen of them could be left with lifelong disabilities or, to put it another way: they won't live too long.

For southerners, this can be a terrible thing. But for chaos believers, this is the normal survival of the fittest, in line with the law of chaos.

But, in any case, to be able to win such a victory, they must have pleased the great Prince of Darkness. For the followers of the Blood God, killing the followers of Slaanesh was a shortcut to please the God. But on the other hand, it is the same for believers in the Prince of Rejoicing.

Ashrufat did not return until much after the battle was over.

It must be noted that as an archer stationed in the tower, Ashrufat did not participate in the fierce battle. Or by the time those archers rushed to the battlefield to fight, the battle was over. The next longer time is not about fighting, but about chasing. The victors strive to expand their gains, while the losers try to survive the defeat. Many people scattered and wanted to get a piece of merit for themselves. Therefore, Ashrufat returned very late, but did not attract special attention from others.

After all, this was a small battle in which the two sides combined were only four or five hundred people, and the battle did not drag on for too long. That magic of Asowen really worked the most. In fact, from an objective point of view, it can be said that the three magic spells of Assowen are simply the key to determining the victory or defeat.

In today's battles, many people have excellent performances. Especially the four-person team led by Claire. Although there were only four of them, they had lured away about twenty Chaos warriors at a critical moment, leaving them too late to participate in the final battle. This is a remarkable achievement in this skirmish. Not only that, but with horses and crossbows, they shot a total of four Chaos warriors without suffering any casualties themselves.

That night, a magical ritual was held in the tribe. The ritual was partly a celebration of victory, and partly a torture of the loyalty of the "new believers". However, Ashrufat already knew that they would inevitably pass this test. Because among the low-level Chaos believers, the faith is not so pure, and it is very common to worship different gods at the same time. In fact, even among the high-level people, there are often people who worship the four evil gods as a whole. Like this small tribe, there are only a few who worship a single god.

However, most people are well aware that worshipping a single god is more likely to gain favor and gain status and power more quickly.

As the newcomers walked past Slaanesh's altar one by one, swearing allegiance to Prince Joy, the rest of the tribe watched. A sacrificial fire was lit in front of the altar of Slaanesh, and when a devotee walked past and praised Slaanesh, a large canopy of red smoke erupted from the fire, enveloping the entire central clearing of the camp in a sickly red glow.

The smoke had a sweet and bevelous smell. Everyone—at least most—was enchanted by the scent. Everyone knows that this is a symbol of Slaanesh's favor. Assowen dedicated today's victory to the great Prince of Pleasure, thus gaining the gaze of the gods. And this smoke is the clearest evidence of the gods' favor: from the expressions on people's faces, it is conceivable that they are feeling lighter and lighter at this moment, as if they are about to drift off the ground.

Claire walked past Ashrufat. At this time, so many people were so intoxicated and fell into the wonderful senses like a dream, and the dejected expression on Ashrufat's face was too conspicuous. It is also a pity that everyone is enjoying the generous gifts of the Prince of Joy, and there is no time for anything else. For ordinary people, just being sober in such a paralyzing haze is already too much of a requirement.

Claire was able to stay awake only because she had a cloth wrapped around her mouth and nose, and the cloth was sprinkled with a special potion.

That's because she—and of course a handful of other hapless ones—had to keep the tribe's perimeter on guard during this time. This is the result of a fair draw and is not particularly targeted. In short, Claire has no chance to enjoy this feast of the Prince of Joy.

"Looks like you're still conscious?" Claire slammed Ashrufatra up. "Don't you feel it?" she wondered. However, at least he knew that Ashrufat was a champion warrior - perhaps not so qualified, but that status itself was a recognition of his prowess by the Prince of Joy. Unfortunately, of course, strength does not equal courage - perhaps because of this, Ashrufat is immune to such situations.

"Sober?" said Ashrufat, who had to express his regret. "To be honest, I really don't understand why they're so obsessed?"

He himself was not surprised. Because he already knew that his constitution was different from ordinary people - he didn't need to eat, drink, or sleep, and he didn't feel anything other than how much he drank.

"Come out on patrol with me!" Claire said angrily.

A few minutes later, they left the tribe. As he walked out the door, Ashruphat heard a scream from the people's thick/turbid breaths, his tone filled with excitement that could not be concealed. Then more voices rang out, the uncontrollable roars of men and the unbridled laughter of women, which were not unfamiliar to him. When he was still living in Flower Street, he could hear such voices from time to time.

"Ashrufat, your archery skills are good. Claire said suddenly. "I heard that you shot under the arrows...... Lots of enemies. ”

"It's just a little bit more accurate than others. Ashrufat replied.

"It doesn't look like you're a coward. Claire asked. When she first met Ashrufat, she was filled with awe, not only because she felt the strength of the other party, but also because Ashruphat showed the Slaanesh emblem that only Chaos Champions can have. But as the contact deepened, she found that Ashrufat actually refused to fight, preferring to be a chef, which made her involuntarily contemptible. You know, no matter how strong a person is, if he lacks the will to fight, he is still weak, cowardly and incompetent. This kind of person in the realm of chaos can only be counted as the category that is about to be eliminated.

But in the past two days, Ashrufat has been more active in the battle, especially today, as an archer, he is very good. Some say he shot at least ten enemies.

"I don't care what other people think. Ashrufat was unimpressed by Claire's words.

"But why are you so depressed?" asked Claire, curious. From any point of view, Ashrufat had no reason to be upset, unless it was ......

"Are you sorry for those you shot and killed?" she asked in an incredulous tone. Theoretically, no Chaos cultist would have such a strange idea - except for those from the South.

"Yes, I shouldn't have killed anyone. Ashrufat sighed. It's a shame that he ended up having to kill the Sadistic Champion in the middle of the fight - without even getting a chance to ask a question. You know, this would have been a rare opportunity.

"You ......" Claire couldn't help but roll her eyes. She had no idea how the great Prince of Joy could fall in love with such a cowardly waste and give him the status of Chaos Champion. If Claire had this status, she would have been the leader of the tribe by now, and ...... It will be she, not Assowen, who will dedicate this victory to the Prince of Joy.

Think about it, what kind of reward will she get? Maybe she'll become a Chaos Lord...... Ah, that's a little outrageous. Even in the deepest dreams of a young girl, she had never expected such a generous reward.

But it's just a fantasy after all. In any case, the current leader of the tribe is the sorcerer Asowen, and she is just a small marauder. Although she had a good appearance today, according to what she knew, she was still some way away from even the real Chaos Warrior. Killing three or five enemies on the battlefield doesn't impress the gods, let alone that she hasn't killed so many people.

However, Asowen is afraid that he will be greatly rewarded. It's either in power or in desire.

"Are all Southerners like you?" she asked.

"No, people like me are in the minority. Ashruphat chuckled. It occurred to him what if he had been defeated today, and he realized that he could easily turn the tide of battle in even the worst case.

This kind of battle is meaningless to him, and it is not even a challenge. The only trouble was that his plan had failed completely. That's right, according to the original plan, he successfully blocked the escaped Sadist Champion, but the last step was unsuccessful. He was forced to kill the other in the middle of the battle, but he didn't hear anything.

He had no particular joy in killing a Chaos Champion. With this grade of goods, he has killed more than ten or eight on the battlefield with his own hands. If you can count the combat exploits of his subordinates, then he has killed thousands. But then again, it's one thing to kill, it's another to take prisoners. For example, this time, he originally planned to catch a live mouth, but in the end he failed.

Be sure to pay attention next time. Ashrufat reminded himself that if there were similar opportunities, he had to be well prepared. For example, at least you can't catch someone with a sword, but you should get yourself a big stick or something. If you can get a blow in the back, then even the abusive champion samurai will have to be captured obediently.