Section 86 Expedition

"Are you kidding, sir?" said Tarek, the kind of smile that comes naturally when a person hears a joke. "That's in the past, but we all have to look to the future. At that time, you may have been a general of the Southerners, but now you are a Chaos Lord. ”

"Looking to the future, that's a good point. Ashrufat said softly. "We really should look to the future. ”

"You seem to have plans for the future?" asked Tarek tentatively. But then again, while many of the tribe's top brass fear that Ashrufat will completely dominate the Silent Panic Tribe, which used to be a possibility, it has now become an imminent threat. Worse still, there's nothing they can do about it), but Tarek didn't think so from the beginning. He felt that those people were completely blinded by the petty profits in front of them, so that they could not even see the obvious fact that how could the Lord of Deceit allow such an outstanding believer to remain in the tribe of speechless panic and eat and die? Perhaps it is the stable and affluent life in the tribe that makes the people of the entire tribe become unenterprising, and only want to guard the plate in front of them, and have no motivation to seek greater glory and power.

But then again, it seems normal. At the beginning, all the determined and motivated people in the tribe went to the south to die, and the rest naturally lacked motivation and just wanted to live in peace.

Ashrufat nodded. "Tzeentch has already sued me. He said with some gloom.

"You ......" Tarek felt that it was a bit disrespectful for Ashruphat to mention the name of the god in such a tone, but he did not dare to question it. "What is your future?"

"War...... A series of wars. Ashrufat said. "I'm going to gather an army here and go all the way north. He didn't say the ultimate goal, but the sentence itself has a lot of meaning.

"My lord, how much do you know about the situation further north?"

"Nothing. "Ashruphat is frank. "However, I am starting to find out now, and it should be too late. He glanced at Tarek, "What do you think about the future?"

"Me?" Tarek thought for a moment, "My lord, I didn't have any idea of what I wanted to do with you...... But now, I have an idea. He said. "I've heard that there is a special person in the army of the southerners who is responsible for keeping records. Record the details and process of the battle for posterity. ”

"Yes, the army has record officers. Ashrufat said. "Not only the military, but many places have such recorders. There are all kinds of people, at least a little bit of class. Therefore, many things can be passed down in as complete and detailed detail as possible. ”

"There is no such tradition in the Chaos Tribes," Tarek replied. "Our past is all about telling stories and passing on by word of mouth. But there is no doubt that things have been disrupted and distorted a lot in the process of this transmission. Just like those issues you discussed with me earlier. A lot of things are completely untraceable and unbelievable. So I thought, maybe I can be such a recorder. The Supreme Eagle will surely be delighted by this thought of mine. ”

"Recorder, what do you want to record?"

"Keep track of the great journey you're about to embark on. Tarek said in a flattering tone. "I will record the process for future generations to pass on. ”

"Great Journey......" Ashruphat repeated the word once, and he smiled. "That's right, the great journey of Chaos......" he muttered softly, his voice getting lower and lower. Even the person with the best hearing could not hear what he was saying next.

......

"In the name of the gods, I am here to record this great expedition. My master, favored by the Lord of Trickery and darling of the Prince of Pleasure, Lord of Chaos, Aerufat, has been commanded by the gods to embark on this expedition. Contrary to what many people expected, we are not spreading the truth of chaos to the south, but to the north......"

“...... As a conqueror, Lord Ashruphat easily recruited a large number of followers among the surrounding tribes. Large tribes, including the Children of Plunder, Silent Panic, Void Thorns, Runemasters, and other large tribes, are willing to follow Lord Ashrufat to unknown distances to fight for victory and glory......"

"As a 'southerner' in the midst of chaos, I don't know much about the situation in the north. From those oral stories, I know that the lands further north are mostly made up of frozen wastelands. Spring, summer and autumn are very short in the year, except for winter, which is long and harsh. Because the winter is too long, the land there is as hard as steel, and there is only a bitter cold wind between heaven and earth. Those snow-covered lands are filled with all sorts of terrifying monsters and wandering madmen. The cold was so cold that there were no birds or animals to hunt, but fortunately the coast was surrounded by reticulated fjords and misty land, and local tribes built and housed their boats by the sea, and lived off fishing - in the absence of ice, of course. However, in the midst of these snowy wastelands, there are still a few valleys or special environments created by the geography of volcanoes and hot springs, which feed a certain population, and some settlements and villages are scattered. ”

"However, these are just legends after all, and the reality will depend on my eyes to determine. However, at least one thing can be confirmed, the farther north you go, the colder the weather becomes, the more barren the land becomes, and the less suitable it is for human life. Legend has it that there are no hospitable masters in that land, and even believers of the same god have to fight for precious resources (well, I admit, this kind of thing is also common on our side). ”

"It took a lot of time for Lord Ashrufat to assemble this army, and it took a lot of time to prepare supplies and logistics. According to the military traditions of the southerners, Lord Ashrufat collected a large number of cattle from various tribes and carried them with the army as food and grass. According to him, the milk and meat that these animals can provide can greatly reduce the difficulties of the army, so that we have more options and can move along different paths. However, this has not been widely recognized, and many people feel that this has turned the army into a 'fat sheep', and will inevitably be coveted and attacked by more hostile people. ”

“...... Under the guidance of the gods, we made our way north. There were about 7,000 of us, but almost all of them were elite. It is very rare for such a large-scale 'war gang' to be formed, and not only did the tribes along the way not dare to attack us, but many of them volunteered to join us...... Of course, there are also the short-sighted tribes who want to be able to attack our logistics team (i.e., the herd of cattle mentioned earlier) and flee to avoid our retaliation while keeping their booty. But unfortunately, Lord Ashrufat quickly shattered their delusions......"

Tarek gently put down his pen. There aren't many literate people in the Chaos Tribe, but anyone aspiring to become a wizard must learn to read and write. It is also because of this that although the chaotic words, language, and traditions have been bumpy, they have always been passed down. In fact, the language and writing, which is called the "lingua franca" by the southerners, is also the mainstream in the chaos. A large percentage of Chaos believers are proficient in both lingua franca and vernacular.

A very young teenage girl came from outside. She wore the dress she wore as a Chaos woman, covered with a fur coat, and her long black hair was combed into a thick braid. She has a small but delicate face, a delicate nose bridge and large eyes, indicating that she is a mixed race. Just like the rest of the world, half-breeds are always pretty—or at least more attractive—because of their combination of different bloodlines.

It was a gift from a Chaos chieftain to Ashrufat, a slave girl. It is said that she came from a good background, her father is a Chaos Champion, and her mother is also quite a status. According to the status division method of southerners, she can barely be regarded as a little princess. It's just a pity that the tribe she came from was defeated when she was a child. According to the brutal laws of war between the Chaos tribes, the fate of the loser depends on the mood of the victor - when her tribe loses, the mood of the victor is obviously not very good. As a result, she became one of the few survivors and eventually survived as a slave girl.

By any standard, the maiden named Raphinia was a beautiful woman who could attract the interest of others—especially for the Satanesh cultists whose creed was pleasure. Of course, because her current master is the Chaos Lord Aerufat, no one dares to think anything about her. Everyone felt that before Ashrufat got tired of playing, it was estimated that it would not be the turn of others to do anything crooked.

However, Tarek, as a close confidant of Ashrufat, knew that Ashrufat's heart was ruthless and there was no room for women at all. Moreover, he sometimes didn't even quite understand how Ashruphat became a follower of Slaanesh. Speaking of which, this man doesn't seem to have any interest in the gadgets that ordinary Slaanesh believers are passionate about. Wine, food, beauty, clothing, art all don't care - and so on, except for art. In Eshurufat's personal outfit, there was indeed a harp that was damaged, but still very delicate. Perhaps because of the damage, he never played.

"Is the adult in there?" asked Raphinia.

Tarek shrugged and made a "he's in there" motion. Then, he turned his attention back to the "great history" he had planned to write, and began to fix some of the typos and misuse of words.

A few minutes later, his ears rang with the characteristic sonorous sound of walking in metal armor. Tarek stood up and saw his monarch approaching.

"Your Excellency, are you going...... In town?"

"Yes, take a trip. Ashrufat said casually. In addition to the Chaos armor, he also wore a white cloak. It was the first time Tariq had seen Ashrufat wearing a cloak, so he couldn't help but take a few more looks. Then he noticed that the material of the cloak was very strange, although it was white, but the white was indescribable. It is neither the milky white of milk, nor the greasy white of gypsum, nor the white of fat, but another kind of translucent white. There's a big difference between a closer look and a rough look.

"But the people in the city ......," Tarek hesitated, thinking he might as well say it. "I'm afraid it won't work against you. ”