Section 35 contempt

The man who came from there was none other than Ashrufat.

This time, even Atolian expressed a slight hint of surprise. As mentioned earlier, this melee broke out in a rocky field, and because of the separation of stones, the actual battle can be understood as many battles that broke out at the same time. Artorian had just noticed the final battle—if he was not mistaken, there were four men left in the invisible stone and only one enemy left. As a matter of common sense, the victor is undoubtedly his subordinates. In fact, that's what Atolian thought just now.

However, there was only one person from there, and it was not his subordinate.

Atolian squinted at the visitor. There is no doubt that this stranger is not wearing Chaos armor - it is unthinkable for a Chaos warrior to ambush and fight without armor - which only means that this person is not a Chaos warrior yet. This man is tall and slightly thin, and has a fierce temperament that has been through a hundred battles. There is a striking scar in the center of the face, on the bridge of the nose. In addition to these, his most obvious feature is that he is armed with a longsword - yes, a longsword. The sword is a relatively delicate weapon that requires maintenance but is easily damaged, making it not a very suitable weapon for Chaos cultists who live in a tribal way. Weapons like tomahawks, warhammers, and the like don't have as much trouble.

And the strangest thing is...... The sword in the other party's hand was actually clean, and there was no blood stain on it.

In another setting, Atolian might have thought it was because he was a deserter. But now he would never think so.

"Ashrufat, get away!" Flint let out a cry of despair. He had not noticed the strangeness in Eshurufat—the strangeness on the sword—for he had no intention of paying attention to these little things.

Opposite him was Atolian, Lord of Chaos. The difference between an ordinary Chaos Warrior and a Chaos Lord is the difference between a creep and a general. That's right, in the Chaos Legion, the Chaos Lord is at least a deputy general, if not the main general, and an ordinary Chaos warrior is a small soldier, at most a low-level junior officer.

If the two sides of the battle here were not Chaos Warriors, then the situation might be different. Because in the Southern army, if a small soldier finds himself on the battlefield when he has the opportunity to fight the general one-on-one, he will not feel as unfortunate as a nightmare. Because - obviously - he doesn't necessarily have to lose.

Within the Central Seven Kingdoms, there are many reasons to become a general. Maybe it's resourcefulness, maybe it's blood, maybe it's not for any reason at all, it's just that the monarch likes this man. Therefore, if a soldier has the opportunity to fight a general, he will not have the concept of "this time is dead", but will have the idea of "the opportunity is here". The so-called wealth and danger are sought, and killing the enemy's general is definitely a great achievement.

But within the Chaos Realm, there is an essential difference between a Chaos Warrior and a Chaos Lord in terms of combat effectiveness. The evil gods will never be mistaken about this. In fact, if the status is one order higher, there is a big difference in strength. This is not only the difference in combat experience and fighting skills, but also the difference in all aspects of the body.

Even though Flint was a man who was confident in his own strength, he never imagined that he would be able to defeat Atolian. In particular, Atorian is also a Chaos Lord whose main god is Sadomastism.

"Let's go?" Ashruphat didn't seem to understand what Flint meant. He paused and looked at Atolian.

Flint almost cursed, this damn Southerner! "Hurry up, he's Atolian, Chaos Lord Atolian!

Atolian smiled. Although the main god he worshipped was sadomasochism, he was not the kind of bloodthirsty madman (in fact, it was definitely a prejudice to think that sadistic lords were crazy), and he had already guessed a lot from Flint's few words. Now he could be sure that this was a small tribe or a small war gang that had come here specifically to try to take advantage of the war between the two tribes of Qajar and the Wandering Hunters. Honestly, this kind of thing is not uncommon.

But for Atolians, this is a clear offense. These thieves who want to steal chickens and dogs must die!

"Chaos Lord?" Ashruphat looked at Flint, who had clenched his weapon, and then at Atolian, who looked relaxed but murderous between his eyebrows. "What happened to the Chaos Lord?"

Is this Southerner stupid? That was Flint's first reaction.

But let's be honest, even though Ashrufat claims to be a chef, everyone in the tribe knows that he is more than just a cook. There are some things that cannot be hidden. Eshurufat's body shape, his inadvertent temperament, and the small details that appear in his daily actions all show that he is a warrior, and he is the kind that has been through a hundred battles. In fact, the fool also understands that it is impossible for the Prince of Joy to summon a simple chef to the north. It's just that Ashrufat himself claims to be a chef and only intends to be a passer-by in the tribe, so everyone doesn't really care.

In the tribe, more than one person has long guessed that Ashrufat actually has the qualification of a Chaos Warrior. It's just that he hasn't really dedicated his qi to the Prince of Joy yet, so he hasn't gotten the Chaos armor that matches his strength.

Flint was still there, and Atolian was already laughing. "Are you saying that there are two of you and only one of me?" He had now begun to realize that Ashrufat was not a native of the north, but a "southerner". After all, Ashrufat's outfit was a bit different. "Haha, you southerners are so interesting, well, now I do have only one person, but I'm a Chaos Lord!"

As he uttered his last words, his body suddenly tensed. An unspeakable danger emanated from him, causing Flint to raise his axe and stand in the way.

"Lord of Chaos, Atolian!" Atorian proclaimed. "You know right away how different I am from you. ”

"What's wrong with the Chaos Lord?" Ashruphat didn't seem to mind, his expression even a little lazy. "Isn't it the Chaos Lord? I've captured and killed, and I've defeated more than one on the battlefield. I didn't see anything special either. ”

"Hubris!" This time, Atolian was really enraged. It's true that these Southerners don't think the same way as ordinary Chaos believers, but that doesn't mean they can insult the great Atolians. He tightened his grip on the hammer and leaned forward slightly, gathering his strength in his lap like a tiger before it pounced on its prey. He didn't care about Flint on the side anymore, but wanted to clean up this southerner named Ashrufat first.

Flint rushed forward, shouting "Ashrufat, go" again as he raised his tomahawk and slashed at Atolian's head.

But unfortunately, he was facing a Chaos Lord after all. Atorian didn't even look back, and the warhammer danced with great force, causing Flint's arm to tingle. The second blow from the hammer was blocked by Flint with his axe, but the force on the hammer was so amazing that it shattered his mouth, his weapon flew out of his hand, his feet staggered backwards, and he even sat down on the ground. If Artorian had chased after him and had struck a third blow, he would have died.

However, Atolian didn't care about him at all. After all, Flint was wearing heavy chaos armor and would never be able to escape. And Ashrufat didn't wear any armor. Although Atolian has absolute confidence in his own strength, if this southerner turns around and runs, Atolian is not sure that he will be able to catch up. In any case, no matter what kind of armor it is, it will always have an impact on the body's activities to a greater or lesser extent.

However, Ashrufat did not run.

Atolian slowly approached Ashrufat, and now, the distance between the two sides was only five paces, and at this distance, it was too late to even turn and flee. Atolian raised the hammer with his right hand and pointed his left at his opponent.

"Okay, bold. For the sake of your bravery, I have decided not to kill you. He grinned. "But I'll break your limbs and leave you lying on this grass and dying slowly. ”

"Thank you very much. Ashrufat replied nonchalantly. As soon as his hand was released, the sword was thrown to the ground. "Well, as a thank you, I'll dig you a hole after I kill you. But the depth is not necessarily. ”

"Are Southerners so arrogant?" said Atolian, pleased. "Hit me with your bare hands?"

"No, it's just a change of weapon. Ashrufat replied. In the next instant, a two-handed long sword appeared in his hand. Magical energy that was clearly visible to the naked eye wrapped around the sword, and when the long sword danced, it emitted a sharp roar.

The sound of metal crashing was repeated. Flint, who was on the side, watched the scene dumbfounded. That's right, the powerful and almost invincible Atolian was forced to retreat by Eshurufat, and he had no power to fight back. He knew how amazing Atorian's arm strength was (his own axe had just been knocked off by the other party), but right now, Atolian was completely suppressed by Ashrufat. No, it's not just suppressed. Because Artorian didn't just step backwards, but his movements were so clumsy that he began to be overwhelmed.

Ashrufat's final sword slashed into the side of Atolian's helmet, slashing a protrusion from the helmet that was used as a decoration. Atolian took the opportunity to retreat, and only then did he get out of the fight. Rao is so, he has wolf bèi unbearable.

"You ......," Atolian was shocked and angry. The arrogance and self-confidence he had just now had completely disappeared in this round of fighting. He now understood that he was facing a formidable foe he had never seen before. For the first time, Atolian felt uneasy, he wanted to retreat, but immediately realized that the other party was not wearing armor. This means that you will never be able to outrun the other party.

If he still has a few men, maybe he can get them to delay a little so that he can run to the horses himself. It's a pity that he has no subordinates.

"Yes, great intuition was cultivated in battle. Ashrufat seemed to be talking to himself. "Sure enough, can't you just do it? I thought it would work......

This contempt of the other party made Atolian furious. He let out a battle cry and rushed forward. The opponent has no armor, which means that a single hit - even a small brush - can cause huge damage to the opponent.

But Ashrufaat suppressed Atolian's counterattack with unparalleled strength and skill. He stood firmly on his feet, and every attack of Atorian was easily defused and unloaded by him. When Atolian was exhausted, Ashruphat raised his sword.

It is difficult to describe what happened in this moment, but, with the fighting instinct cultivated through thousands of tempers, Atolian immediately felt an enemy attack from the flank. He subconsciously dodged the flank attack, and then waited until he came back to his senses and realized that there was no one behind him. Ashrufat's sword had pierced his chest from the front. The blade of the sword pierced along the weak spot in the seam of the armor, piercing the armor and hitting the heart in the heart.

Atolian looked at his opponent in front of him with surprise and fear, his legs weakened, and his body fell to his knees uncontrollably.