Section 50 Bargaining

Ashruphat lowered the curtain door and didn't take a few steps before he saw Tarek.

"Your Excellency......" Tarek said, nodding. He had seen the wizard who had been lifted out before—not his mentor, but who he had to obey. The level of a mage is much stricter than that of a warrior, and with enough luck on the battlefield, it is not uncommon for a Chaos Warrior to kill a Chosen Warrior, or simply to kill a Chaos Champion (especially in a group fight).

In fact, the gods pay more attention to merit in the promotion of warriors: you may win only because of luck rather than strength, but victory is victory, and the gods will not deny your victory, nor will they be stingy in rewarding your victory.

But wizards are very different. It is impossible for an apprentice to be promoted to a wizard by making a great achievement - if such a thing happens, it is just a coincidence, indicating that the apprentice himself has reached the level of a full-fledged wizard. Although it is possible to please the gods, wizards can indeed learn more about magic from the evil gods.

Still, as everyone knows, there's still a barrier between knowledge and magical power. It is indeed useful to know more, but if you can be strong if you know how much magic, then the magicians in the world are not as valuable as they are now.

Therefore, seeing the wizard being cleaned up and carried out, Tarek was deeply frightened. In addition, he had noticed something else outside the tent just now: inside the tent, there were three people holding the wind of magic.

True, there were three magicians in the tent, but one of them was already unconscious. Tarek didn't think that the two Chaos Champion Samurai would be able to suddenly open their minds and master magic, as he knew the two of them well. Then the only explanation is self-explanatory. The Chaos Lord named Ashrufat was not only a warrior, but also a wizard.

Warrior and Mage?Sounds less like a Chaos Lord, but a Demon Prince. That's right, the Demon Prince, or the Demon Prince, the two are the same thing, but they are different names for the same kind of people: those Chaos Believers who have passed countless trials and eventually ascended to demons. Of course, such characters are mythical even to wizard apprentices like Tarek, who have never had the opportunity to meet them (not like the Chaos Lords, who can always meet one or two whenever they want to). However, in the legends of Chaos, both warriors and wizards will eventually become demon princes, and in addition to eternal lifespan, they will be able to make up for their original shortcomings: warriors gain the ability to feel the winds of magic and manipulate them at will, while wizards gain strong bodies that are very suitable for battle.

This discovery made Tarek have other thoughts besides trepidation. The ideals of a Chaos believer, if summed up, ultimately boil down to two: power and authority - not only Chaos believers, but also Southerners, all of humanity, or any kind of social creature. The difference lies only in the means and methods.

Under normal circumstances, Chaos believers must work hard and rely on countless achievements to pave the way to a higher position step by step. But it cannot be denied that in addition to the right path, there are also shortcuts. One of them is to serve the higher believers. This service does not refer to becoming a subordinate of the other party—the lower believers are originally subordinates of the higher believers—but to the kind of closer relationships, such as retinues, cronies, and so on.

The premise is that the other party is willing to accept you as a cronie.

By the Chaos Lord's side, all the credit you have made is naturally seen by the evil god, because the evil god will always stare at the Chaos Lord's every move. You will naturally be rewarded better and more, and every little merit will be seen by the gods. In addition, if you can get a little guidance from the Chaos Lord, it will be even more useful. This is why every Chaos Lord always has a group of followers around him (regardless of whether the "Chaos Lord" is a real lord or not, whether he has an independent force and army) and has a group of followers.

Of course, as a wizard apprentice, Tarek was clear-headed. Even if he wanted to take refuge, now was not the time. But at least make a good impression on the other person and pave the way for things to come.

"I have something else to do. Ashrufat didn't notice what Tarek was thinking, so he just said casually.

“...... Is there anything I need to do with me?" Ashrufat's attitude was cold, but Tarek was not so easy to give up.

"......" Ashrufat stopped, Tarek's attitude made him feel that it would be a waste not to ask anything. "I've heard that the enemy is staring at the speechless Panic Horde?"

"Yes, sir. Tarek told the truth.

"You think, send troops in disguise and attack the enemy to cause them civil unrest...... Is this strategy viable?"

"It's hard. Tarek replied. "Your Excellency, you must understand that to carry out such an attack, at least one or two hundred men. An operation of this magnitude is difficult to avoid the eyes of the enemy. ”

"What about hiring outsiders?" asked Ashrufat. "In this way, one messenger is enough. A tribe with one or two hundred troops, that's not too much. ”

"Who would dare to accept that?" Tarek knew he had to give the right advice, and it was a matter of life and death for the tribe. "Your Excellency, you must know that if there is a tribe that accepts our employment and inadvertently exposes it......," he made a killing gesture. "It's going to have consequences. ”

If you want to say that those strong people have some scruples about making a move against the silent and panicking tribes, but they are ...... dealing with those small and medium-sized tribes That's a different story.

"If the deal doesn't go through, it's the price isn't right. Ashrufat thought for a moment. "Enough price may ......"

"In addition to an adequate price, you also need the right trading partner. This time, Tarek interrupted Ashrufat. "If our tribe is stronger, we can try to find someone who can accept employment. But now we are on the weak side, and we do not have the ability to shelter the tribes that work for us. I think that even if an agreement is negotiated, the other side is more likely to turn around and betray us than to fulfill the agreement. ”

Great, Ashrufat thought to himself. It is precisely because everyone thinks it is impossible that it makes things possible.

"Are there any horses in the tribe?" said Ashrufat, who suddenly changed the subject.

"Ah, there is. "Tarek thinks it's Ashrufat who needs a mount. "I promise to choose the right horse for you......"

The Silent Panic tribe may have been greatly weakened, but the wealth accumulated over so many years is no joke. The current situation in the tribe is a lack of warriors, not a lack of horses. They had enough horses, enough to have an entire tribe of warriors on horseback—and even then, there was a lot to spare.

"Not one, but one hundred and fifty...... No, two hundred horses. I want two hundred fine horses. Ashrufat said. "Quietly...... Pretending to be a trade ...... Can you help me with that? By the way, and the tribe over there...... They are actually selling powder kegs. Buy it for me. ”

Ashrufat walked into the camp. As mentioned earlier, this camp is surrounded by earthen walls. Once he entered, he took two steps along the wall. After confirming that there were no eyes behind him, the Chaos armor disappeared from him in an instant. The majestic Chaos Lord just now was gone, and there was only one in southerner costumes...... Cook.

Ashrufat was able to believe that his transformation had not been discovered. If someone is following, the stalker's only option is to lie in ambush in the wilderness and keep enough distance from him. If this is the case, the earthen wall will block their view and make them unable to see the change.

As for the people in the camp who are lying in ambush waiting for him to return...... Ashrufat had observed it since he came in. He still has some confidence in himself in this regard.

He returned to his position on night duty. The entire trade team was still asleep, snoring one after another, and no one noticed that he had been gone for a while.

He sat down by the still burning campfire, and added a little wood to the fire.

What's next? His mind went from strategic conception to reality. Hey, is it like this to work for the evil god? And then, like a donkey, lured by the carrot hanging from the rope to take one step after another?

Maybe Starmark is dead, and now it's just Tzeentch using me...... Ashrufat thought, but in the next moment, he pushed the thoughts out of his mind. No! There must be a chance...... Even if he faced the crisis of the invasion of the Chaos Legion before, and faced the plague that was enough to destroy the Miè army...... Facing the powerful Chaos Lord...... Faced with the overwhelming superiority of the enemy's forces...... Didn't they all find opportunities?

Wait a minute...... Chance?Ashruphat didn't know why he remembered Marven. Tzeentch said that Marvin was dead, and he believed it. Judging from what he has learned about the evil god style, after suffering such a failure, Marven has no reason to live at all. However, Marven couldn't help but remind him of another thing.

That's right, the interior of Chaos is never monolithic. The four evil gods have their own plans. The reason why Ashrufat was able to defeat the Chaos Legion before relied on Marvendang's-stirring stick.

Tzeentch and Slaanesh are by no means a nostril of air. If God has a goal, then the two are clearly not the same thing.

Ashrufat raised his hand. In the firelight, the gold ring sparkled. He turned the ring in a small circle, turned Tzeentch's symbol to the front, and then attached the place where the Tzeentch symbol was engraved to his forehead.

"Sure enough, you took the initiative to come to me. The relentless voice of Tzeentch sounded in his head, like a machine.

"I need your help, Lord of Deceit. Ashrufat replied in his mind. "Just as you need my help. ”

"Are you bargaining with a god?" Tzeentch's voice was finally a little less mechanical, but dark, cold, ruthless, and cruel. "A mere mortal who thinks he has the capital to bargain with us?"