Section 58 Far Away

After a while, after everyone had left, Gander quietly returned to the edge of Assowen's sickbed.

Originally, there were two women around Asowen who took care of him, but when he saw everyone disperse, Gander slipped back alone, and the woman immediately left obediently.

Gander was Assowen's henchman—and that's no secret. The leader of a tribe always has a few trusted people. Since the entire tribe recognized Asowen's leadership and leadership, it wasn't a big deal.

Seeing Gander arrive, Assowen's pale face became completely bloodless.

"I think there's a problem. Gander said. "Flint......" he said by name, but didn't say any more.

"You've been with them all the way. Assowen's voice was so calm that it gave the illusion that he was in the process of dying to confess. Of course, this is just an illusion, Assowen's body is recovering, and he will be able to heal in a few months.

"Yes, but I'm not a babysitter and can't keep an eye on him all the time. ”

"It's impossible for Flint to do anything out of the ordinary alone, and if something does happen, there must be someone as an intermediary. Asowen said.

"Nine out of nine are Ashrufat. Gander replied.

"A Southerner?"

"Not anymore, he's smart. In such a short period of time, I have learned almost enough. Claire had said that Ashrufat had mentioned more than once what was to be done. ”

"Well, you mean...... Since he's leaving, he doesn't mind selling what he doesn't need for a good price?"

"But I don't know how he got in touch with the speechless panicked people...... He was indeed a Southerner, and there was no way to pretend that. ”

"Tzeentch's trickery can disguise a qiē thing, including the identity of a 'Southerner'. Assowen replied. "As for the speechless panic, it's easier to understand on the other side. You should have heard that when a person is about to drown, even if it is a straw, he will grab it. And the wordless panic now looks like it's about to drown. ”

"But," Asowen continued, glancing at Gander. "Maybe it's not as complicated as you think, and it's not as dangerous. Without enough benefits, no one will like to betray, especially betrayal of their own kin, the tribe from which they originate. Speechless panic can't afford to pay the price. Flint...... The potential is limitless, and he will have great prospects. A person with a bright future will not do anything stupid for the sake of the small profits in front of him. ”

"That's exactly what I'm worried about. Gander said.

"Oh, why do you say that?"

"Flint killed the Chaos Lord Artorian, and the very fact that he was in suspense revealed it. ”

"The Prince of Joy has made a decision with divine will. I confess that, with his abilities, it is impossible to say that it is impossible to kill Atolian head-on. But there are always many accidents in battle, and even the gods can't prevent those unforeseen accidents from happening. ”

"As you may have heard, on our way back, we met a challenging wandering warrior. ”

"Hmm. It was Flint who went out to fight. Asowen nodded slightly, indicating that he already knew about it. The team met a wandering warrior, well, that's normal. As the leader of the team, Flint goes out to fight...... Well, it's normal too. Then Flint returned safely, well, that was enough of it, and the wizard didn't think he needed to know any more.

"But what you may not know is that the wandering warrior didn't meet us by chance, but he came to us on his own initiative...... If I'm not mistaken, one or two people must have been missing from the tribe before, right?"

Asowen finally looked up at Gander. "What's going on?"

"The wandering warrior's name is Sag, and he's come to Flint on purpose. He did this because he knew that Atolian had died at Flint's hands. ”

"Oh...... I see, it means he wanted to challenge Atolian before, but what...... When they came to the door, they found that Artolian had been killed. And then he persevered and found us here......"

"That's all I can understand. You see, in that case, a person who has the confidence to challenge the Chaos Lord...... At least a Chaos Champion, and the one that is extremely good in terms of personal strength. Flint went out to fight and returned safely in a one-on-one fight......"

"Incredible......

"If killing Atolian was due to a lucky blow in the melee, then defeating Sag was a lucky Cheng dù...... I don't think it's such a lucky thing, is it?" said Gander.

"You mean...... Flint didn't beat Atolian out of luck...... At least not because of sheer luck?"

"A Chaos Warrior who was just an ordinary Chaos Warrior suddenly has enough to defeat the Chaos Champion...... The power of the Chaos Lord Cheng dù. Do you think that anyone would be able to resist the temptation to trade this power, even if it was to gain it, it would be necessary to pay for betraying one's own kinship, betraying one's tribe...... Even the price of betraying the gods?"

There is no doubt about this answer. Chaos is not seeking holiness, but the glory of power and victory, and if betrayal can be exchanged for greater power, then betrayal is a must. Asowen was silent. He lowered his head and thought for a long time.

"I remember Flint getting a spear in this deal. Asowen asked suddenly. "Magic spear. ”

"It is said to be a defective product, and the power of magic is not really permanent on the spear, and will disappear after a while. Gander recalled. "But for a short time, it was a magic weapon. Oh, by the way, when Flint went to battle, he also went with a spear. ”

"Magic Spear......" Asowen nodded. "Now Flint should be preparing for the departure, and it is impossible to carry a spear with him. His weapon must be in his tent, bring it to me. ”

On the periphery of Ashrufat's camp, I watched as Flint gathered his men and prepared to go.

Although there were only a hundred people, it was a large-scale operation for the small tribe of Asowen. At this moment, the camp was full of people, and no one noticed Ashrufat on the top of the hill.

Ashrufat pulled a pen and paper out of his pocket. Well, although he can't remember the past at all, he instinctively knows that he is a person who has the habit of writing a diary. Moreover, it is not the kind of diary that records the trivial things of daily life, but a war diary.

This time, even if you come to the realm of chaos alone and bring a diary, I don't know if you did it right or wrong.

“...... The army of Chaos has a very good Scout...... Relying on the rewards of the gods, they have better hoplites than the armies of the Central Seven Kingdoms......" He wrote a few words, and then suddenly realized that although he had been in the Chaos Territory for so long, he actually didn't have much understanding of the Chaos army. If anything, it's that it's certain that the complete suppression of the scout battle before you was not accidental, but inevitable.

In the past, Aerufat believed that the Chaos Legion had invested a lot of elite forces in scouts, and even Beller had counted on strangling some of the enemy's scouts in order to gain the initiative in reconnaissance (of course, this operation was not a failure, at least it did not produce any noticeable results). Now Ashrufat already knew that maybe the Bloodfang Lord hadn't bothered much thought about scouts at all. Because the Scouts of Chaos are so good. These tribal warriors who came out of the wilderness were much stronger than the scouts that the southerners had specially trained. Just pull a few people and you can take on the job of scouting.

Ashrufat sighed, then shoved the journal back into his pocket. To be honest, he really didn't expect things to come to this. Originally, he just wanted to be a traveler, come quietly and go quietly. But now, the project is completely bankrupt. The gods were gazing at him...... Stargrave has been embroiled in some plan beyond imagination. It was impossible to take her away alone.

I'm afraid it will take an army to achieve this.

Slaanesh and Tzeentch...... The two had already promised him an army. The premise is that he has to complete the tasks assigned by the two gods. This is the same as other Chaos cultists. To become a messenger of God, one must go through the test of God.

Ashrufat didn't really understand why he was favored by the evil gods, well, these things aside, at least he didn't seem to have a second choice, but to follow the path that others had predetermined.

Is there really no choice? Ashrufat suddenly remembered another person. I wonder what the choice that person would make if he swapped places with him?

Somewhere far away from the Chaos Tribe, Bayrell suddenly sneezed, and with a shake of his hand, he drew a long, destructive black line across the letterhead.

"Ah...... Who's talking to me behind my back. Bayral wiped his nose vigorously. "Well, my letter is finished...... Fortunately, I didn't write a few words. ”

"Who is talking about you? Rhodia whispered in disgust, handing over a handkerchief.

"General, ...... your letter," Robin on the side pouted, in fact, he wanted to say, "Don't show affection in front of me", but the words changed one by one. "Your Majesty has been waiting for two days. ”

"Ahhh......h Hey, I can't organize the right words right now. Forget it, Robin, you can write it for me. ”

"What?"

"It's just not appropriate anyway. If you want to deal with Gruni, you have no excuses and no chance, and you have to beware of excellent generals like Eshurufat and Essin. So forget it, the current Gruni can only be friendly, not hostile. In addition, people are more popular than people, and there is no financial crisis when people defeat the Chaos Legion, and we have not completely solved this problem even if we make money. What are you going to fight with people?"