Section 24 Arrows

"I guess you know this?" the wizard flicked the crown of his head with his fingers. Claire tried her best to hide her uneasiness, but her face turned very pale. This thing should not be here, let alone in this negotiation. This says two things. First, the other party already knew about the existence of her tribe, in other words, Asowen's plan to profit from the fisherman was probably already discovered by the other party. Second, the other party already knows that she is not a witch, and even knows her purpose and true identity.

Eshuruphat touched her lightly from behind, and it was only then that Claire was pulled back to reality from her state of disillusionment. She looked ahead, it was the Chaos Wizard with a malicious smile on his face, her eyes looked left and right, this was the center of the camp of the roaming hunter tribe, and there were armed warriors back and forth outside in preparation for war. There are thousands of these people.

The thought popped into her mind, and it was so huge and impossible to ignore that it took up the vast majority of her mind.

Claire opened her mouth, but her throat was so dry that she couldn't speak.

"Ma'am......" the Chaos Wizard reminded softly. Everyone here, including him, noticed Claire's gaffe.

"We've seen this thing on the road. "This time, it was Ashruphat who spoke.

It must be said that Claire is still too young after all. Because although Ashrufat guessed that this thing was Claire's old thing, he could also see from the other party's expression that things were not so dangerous.

Because the strength of the two sides is absolutely unequal. As mentioned earlier, the total number of young men capable of fighting in Asowen's tribe is only about three hundred (thanks to the annexation of the horrified warbands), and the number of warriors in the Wandering Hunter tribe is at least ten times that number. In addition, whether it is the number of wizards or the grade of the leader, the Wandering Hunter Tribe has an absolute advantage.

At this point, there is no need to play any tricks. Because there is no need at all. If the other party debunks Claire's identity, then things will be very simple. At most, the other party will tease them for a while (like a cat playing with a mouse), and then he will directly order the three guys who have come to the door to defraud them on the spot, and by the way, they will laugh at a cart of armor as a trophy. If they wished, they could immediately mobilize an army that Asowen could not confront to wipe out that bold and weak tribe.

However, the other party did not do so. This makes it clear that they don't look like they know everything, they don't know anything. Or, at best, they are just suspicious.

Of course, at this moment, Ashruphat had no way to tell Claire about his reasoning, so he could only take the initiative to help her.

"On the way?"

"Hmm......" Ashruphat quietly poked Claire's back with his finger. "Actually, a strange witch was seen. She wears this crown on her head. ”

Ashruphat regretted it when he finished speaking. Hey, if Ah Jin was there, he would never tell such a stupid lie. Ah Jin has always told the truth, and he rarely tells lies (especially when he swears a gambling curse, Ah Jin never lies), but he has mastered the ability to mislead others with the truth. The key to this skill is to observe words and looks. Ah Jin is the kind of person who is very good at finding details and making good judgments.

"A strange witch, when?" the other party continued to ask.

That was the end of what Ashrufat could say, and he touched Claire's back once more, motioning for answer.

Fortunately, at this critical juncture, Claire finally came to her senses. Whether it was the result of rational logical reasoning or an instinctive reaction, she gave an appropriate answer.

"It was a few days ago, I can't remember exactly. And it doesn't seem to have anything to do with our trade. Claire replied.

"I thought," the other replied with a smile. "This trade can effectively enhance the friendship between our two sides. ”

"Anyway, there are some things that are inconvenient to say. Claire is back on the right track. No matter how the other party hinted, she only had one answer, "I can't say". In this way, the matter becomes a dog biting a turtle -- there is no way to put it down. After all, the Wandering Hunter Tribe is not very strong in terms of strength, and there are strong enemies to deal with, but they can't risk offending another powerful tribe. True, this witch represents only a detachment, but ...... Not to mention wandering the Hunter Tribe, even a horrified champion samurai (of course, a little more sanitary, not the madman), would not provoke another otherwise unrelated enemy on the eve of such a life-and-death battle.

Eventually, the matter was abandoned. The other person became wary, but did not do anything more - except for verbal threatening hints.

Eventually, after realizing that nothing could be gained, the Chaos Wizard finally said goodbye. He instructed his men to work at the price Claire had offered, which was to exchange so much armor for a cart of jerky as mentioned earlier, and left. After making sure he had walked out of the tent and had no intention of turning back, Claire was truly relieved once more.

Then she heard the Chaos wizard talking outside the tent.

It's hard to say exactly what he said, but every word he uttered was surprisingly clear. Some kind of energy was churning and condensing in the tent, and then, like a river pouring out/out of the floodgates, indescribable energy just rolled in that direction.

Claire subconsciously understood what this was. This was the Chaos wizard's examination of her identity, a non-lethal magic. Any witch - no matter how good it is - can easily block this energy with the same magical power.

But she couldn't.

Her hands spasmed. Was the scam game finally debunked? As she thought about it in despair, the wizard outside the door was gone.

Of course, the tribal warriors outside did not rush in either.

A few minutes later—a few minutes that were harder than a barbecue—a few men from the wandering Hunter tribe came in and reported to them that the goods had been loaded. Chaos doesn't have much boring etiquette, so it's much more direct than Southerners. What these people mean is that Claire can leave.

It's not some trap or a vicious game, as already said, because it's completely unnecessary.

What just happened? Claire walked out in a daze. She was sure what magic the Chaos wizard had used (and it was supposed to be to tell if she was a real witch or not), but what happened?

She didn't feel anything special and couldn't do anything. What went wrong? Her gaze finally rested on the brooch on her chest.

Since she hadn't done anything, either the wizard had made a mistake, or some other force had worked. Of course, the chances of a wizard making a mistake are too low, and the only explanation is that some kind of force has helped her. And this mother-made zuò magic item...... It looks like the most likely object.

Throughout the way back, Claire scrutinized the magical item.

The way back is closer than the way they go. This is because they don't need to deliberately go around in circles (the Wandering Hunter tribe isn't tracking). Either way, they had already spent too long on the day, and when it got dark, they set up a small campsite in a sheltered corner.

The dinner consisted of a tortoise caught by Ashrufat. This animal may seem to be slow, but it is extremely difficult to catch because of its rock-colored shell and its keen ability to sense vibrations. Because they are gifted and can disguise themselves as rocks well, thus avoiding the eyes of hunters. In fact, they do so as soon as they feel the ground shake when a large creature approaches. Even if you turn the rocks one by one, it's hard to tell this turtle apart from a real stone.

However, this is not a difficult task for Ashrufat. He easily found the tortoise in a pile of rocks and turned it into dinner.

The meat of this animal was so delicious when cooked that even Ashrufat ate some of it. Strange to say, he doesn't need to eat, so he rarely eats. But neither in Gruni nor in the Chaos Tribe found out about it. Maybe it's because it's so incredible that people don't even wonder about it.

"Very tasty, it's rare and delicious. Claire finished her own portion and couldn't help but praise it out loud. This southerner named Ashrufat is really good in every way, except that he is weak in heart, he can almost be praised as "perfect". "You know, as long as you...... Less weak, you might be able to become a Chaos Lord. ”

Ashrufat only shrugged his shoulders at this compliment. "Chaos Lord? ”

His words surprised Claire a lot. Even for someone like her, who has always been recognized as having potential, her biggest dream is only to become a Chaos Champion. For the higher-ranking Chaos Lords, she had never even fantasized. And this southerner actually ......

"Do you know what the Chaos Lord means......"

"I know, with a large number of subordinates, calling for wind and rain, dominating one side. Ashruphat laughed. "I really don't care, though. I'm over there...... Well, the South, the same ......"

His voice stopped abruptly, as there was a "whoosh" and an extra wooden pole was placed around the campfire.

The front of the wooden pole was inserted into the ground, and the end was exposed, trembling slightly. It's a flying arrow.

Someone shot an arrow at the campfire from a distance. However, it can be judged that his goal is not to hurt people with flying arrows, because the arrows are very shallow into the ground, indicating that the strength has been exhausted. The arrow comes from the extreme range of the bow, a distance at which it is impossible for anyone to accurately hit the target. Not to mention that from the angle of the arrow into the ground, it can be seen that the arrow is fired from the back.