Section 34 The Strong

"Footprints were found. Another marauder reported. "Let's go back first and gather the brigade ......"

"Nope. The leader, who was at least a Chaos Champion, made a gesture. "Let's go check it out. Do not worry. He looked around at his subordinates. "If they're really strong, they won't have the time to do that kind of thing. ”

Unlike the southerners, burying the corpses of the victors is not the norm for the Chaos tribes, and there must be another reason for doing so. And the reason for this, obviously, is to cover up this battle. The victors didn't want to let people know that there was a battle here.

"But, my lord, we are too few after all. "A marauder on the side built so yì. "Go back and gather the big army. ”

The leader smiled slightly, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the other. The Marauder was a large man, his skin was as tough as leather from his long survival in the wind, and his bare arms were tattooed with various tattoos and secret words, and he was definitely a fierce man to be approached in the Central Seven Kingdoms. But in the hands of the leader, he is as obedient as a kitten. No, not obedience, he struggled hard, but it was meaningless. With incredible force, the leader lifted his entire person up with one hand, and the strength in his hand grew tighter and tighter, turning his efforts to cry for mercy into intermittent gasps and moans.

Everyone could see that the leader was smiling all the time, and that he had not yet used all his strength. However, this unlucky guy in his hand is only half a step away from the ghost gate. Everyone held their breath and did not dare to come out, for fear of angering the leader.

The leader's gaze swept over the faces of his subordinates, and he was satisfied with the obvious fear on their faces. With a flick of the leader's hand, the marauder flew three steps away, clutching his throat with his hand and coughing loudly. He was really just one step away from death.

"Go check it out. He repeated his original command, and this time, no one dared to say a single "no." The team set off immediately. Two of the best marauders were in the lead, while the rest followed with their horses.

Truth be told, it was a battle that ended in a hurry. The victors did not have much time and manpower to carefully disguise their whereabouts. If it had been ten days long - especially after a rain - the traces on the grassland would have been difficult to identify, but now it is not difficult at all. They moved quickly, tracing footprints, horseshoe prints, and wheel prints for a long distance in the blink of an eye.

Now, even those who aren't so good at scouting can tell that this group of men from nowhere won't be out of the battlefield for more than a day.

"Hah...... It's still a long run......" the leader muttered softly. But let's be honest, the farther the other person runs, the weaker they are. The strong don't have to run so fast and so fast.

"Master," one of the marauders hurriedly reported. "The terrain ahead is unfavorable. ”

Ahead, there is a rocky field. For reasons unknown to some humans, large and small stones are scattered here. Covers this small area of grassland. If someone sets up an ambush here, it is likely to hit an ambush.

"At most, there are only fifty people in ambush. The leader glanced at it and said lightly. After all, the rocky land is not very large, and if you want to rely on stones to hide your body, you can't have too many people.

"Wait, master, look...... Over there......"

In the center of the rocky ground, there seemed to be something, what seemed to be a human form. If you look closely, you can see that it is a person lying on the ground.

"Shoddy tricks. The leader snorted coldly. "Looks like they're really trying to ambush us. He looked at the rocks, which were not very big, and he could see no one but the man lying in the center. There is no doubt that if this is indeed a trap, the ambushers have hidden themselves well. "Well hidden...... However, since they were able to hide so well, it meant that there were no more than thirty people here. ”

He looked at his men, who were followed by seventeen warriors. Perhaps this is a good opportunity for him to know which of them are qualified to continue following him.

The leader made a "keep going" gesture. It must be noted that he is not really as reckless as he seems. Because before approaching the rocky ground, he paused in the middle to take a closer look around. However, he immediately confirmed that there were no other ambushes.

Then, he and his men walked into the rocky field.

He immediately heard a cry full of wildness and bloodlust. It seemed that in just a second, enemies from all sides rushed out together.

Flint gasped and withdrew the axe from his opponent's twisted helmet. The other party's blood spilled on his head and face, making his hands feel a warm slippery.

This one is supposed to be the Chosen Warrior. Flint was pretty sure of this, because even a Chaos Warrior didn't have the ability to cut an enemy from head to foot with an axe. But the enemy he had just killed had done just that. Thanks to this, Flint was able to launch a sneak attack from behind and take out this dangerous opponent with all his might.

How's the battle going?, he gasped and looked around, trying to see the battle. Their side originally had a numerical advantage, because there were twenty of them, and the other side should only have seventeen or eighteen. Moreover, they had the advantage of sneak attacks - in fact, Flint was not sure of that. Because the other party didn't seem to be flustered at all, but calmly took the weapon in his hand as soon as possible, and then started drying.

There's not much to say about the whole fight, it's just a complete melee. The two sides were in this rocky field, killing each other. Weapons and weapons collide, weapons and armor contact, weapons and flesh kisses. There are only three things that everyone can do, take down the opponent head-on, find a way to avoid the enemy from behind, or - as Flint just did - sneak up on the enemy from behind.

Unexpectedly, there were no extra people around. No, there are ...... A little farther away, through the view of the stones, shouts and the sound of metal crashing could be heard. There may still be fighting over there. But this side ...... He was left alone on this side.

And the enemy on the other side.

The other party kicked away the corpse next to him as if nothing happened. The one who died was a marauder of the Asowen tribe - named Besimon - the one with great potential. Everyone said he had no problem getting the Chaos armor. In the scuffle, Flint saw that he had taken out at least three enemies with a sneak attack without being injured himself.

But now, this one will never get a chance to get the Chaos Armor. The whole process only took a second, and a war hammer fell from the head, ending the qiē.

Flint suddenly realizes that the other party is not an ordinary enemy. The most intuitive point is that the armor worn by the other party is not ordinary chaos armor.

Speaking of which, it seems a bit strange to realize this now. Maybe it's because this enemy hasn't moved in the battle just now. That's right, if Besimon hadn't chosen him as the target just now, maybe he wouldn't have done it yet.

The other party didn't have any intention of taking the initiative to attack, just smiled at Flint. Maybe it was an illusion, but at the moment when the other party smiled, Flint couldn't help but take a half step back.

It was a condescending, contemptuous gaze. In addition, there are other things mixed in, such as bloodthirsty, cruelty and malice.

Flint stood there, not even knowing for a moment whether he should rush up or run away. This one is at least ...... At least a Chaos Champion.

Flint couldn't help but feel his throat dry. He knew what it would be like to run into a Chaos Champion one-on-one on the battlefield. However, he also knew that he could not escape. Damn, isn't this a scout team? How could there be a Chaos Champion, let alone so many Chosen Warriors?

They looked away from Flint. He didn't seem to care about Flint's presence at all, but looked to the side where the cries of battle were still being heard.

"You guys seem to be doing a good job. The other man spoke. "Twenty people, you can kill me...... Twelve subordinates. It's remarkable. For the sake of such an outstanding table, I would like to give you a special treatment. My name is Atolian. Remember this name, lest you die without knowing who killed you. ”

"Atolian...... Pander to...... Torr...... Leanne ...... "Flint suddenly remembered the name. How could he have forgotten the name jì? Asowen had mentioned it repeatedly in those meetings before, so that they could avoid it as much as possible.

Atolian, the leader of the Qajar tribe, is also a newly promoted Chaos Lord. It was because of his existence that Asowen believed that the Qajar tribe would defeat the wandering hunter tribe. Now this has been proven by the facts.

Perhaps it was Flint's nervous expression that satisfied Artolian, and instead of rushing over, he stried over, his hammer drooping, red and white liquid dripping down its head. Compared to Flint, Atolian was not nervous at all...... Of course, he wasn't nervous. Because Flint is just an ordinary Chaos Warrior.

An ordinary Chaos Warrior is not qualified to be a subordinate even for the Chaos Lord. A Chaos Lord's personal guard must either have special talents, or at least be a God's Chosen Warrior.

The fighting on the other side died down. Even a fool can see that the battle over there is over.

"Twelve...... Maybe thirteen. Atolian said. "I want to thank you...... You helped me get rid of some of the waste. ”

Although the Qajar tribe is a "pan-faithful" tribe that worships all evil gods at the same time, a Chaos Lord usually has a presiding god. In such a face-to-face situation, a fool can also tell which of his main gods is by the abusive symbol that Atolian has embedded in his breastplate.

For the first time, wordless fear and despair gripped Flint's mind. There was no hope for him anymore.

The sound of footsteps on the side made Artolian look away once more, and a man Flint hadn't expected at all stepped out.