Section 37 Triumph

"Uh......" Ashruphat was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer the request.

He had come to the realm of Chaos this time for one thing only: to bring the star carving back. Or bring back the news that she's dead. He doesn't want anything but that. He didn't want to be favored by the evil gods, nor did he want to establish his own power in this wild land.

Truth be told, he's got what he wants in Gruni right now. A man should have, he has it. And he wasn't very interested in the temptations offered by the Chaos Gods—the books written by the church in Tongguò. He was not very interested in the greatest reward of the evil gods for mankind, the so-called ascension of demons, from which eternal life could be attained (with great power and great authority). This is not to say that Ashrufat is extremely noble in his thoughts, but is based on a human nature. This nature has been proven to be true over time: those in the prime of their youth are far less obsessed with immortality than those in their old age, and those who live a life of licking blood with knives and knives rarely bother with such distant things as eternal life.

Even if Eshuruphat really had any interest in eternal life, he also had a fallback option: black magic. As we all know, black magic has all the side effects (and the Church spares no effort to attack and slander it), but it does greatly extend the life span of human beings. The somewhat unnatural youth of the twins is the best proof of this.

In short, in Ashrufat's heart, the ideal thing for him on this trip is to come quietly and go quietly. It is best not to attract anyone's attention - especially the attention of evil gods - and bring back the star carving.

As he had done before, he knew that he had been given the status of Lord of Chaos by Slaanesh, but he didn't even think about using his identity - maybe he did, but eventually gave up. This time he would reveal his identity in front of Flint, either by accident, or because he had decided to leave the small tribe and embark on a new journey - in that case, there was no need to keep his identity secret. The news between the Chaos tribes is not so smooth (there are few commercial activities in the small tribes, so naturally there is little communication, and the news is closed), and the news that he is a Chaos Lord is estimated to not be able to spread, and it will not have much impact on his search journey.

"Your Excellency......" Flint looked at each other expectantly.

"This ...... I'm only going to be in the tribe for a short time......," Ashrufat said.

"I will always follow you. Flint said. He misunderstood what Ashrufat meant, thinking that it was a burden for the other party to pluck him. To be honest, according to the usual concept of hierarchy in Chaos, the current Flint is indeed not qualified to be a retinue of a Chaos Lord. "Please give me a chance to prove myself. ”

"You...... Don't you want to take Assowen's place temporarily?"

"My lord, I don't dare to have such delusions anymore. Flint bowed his head very consciously. "I didn't know who you really were. ”

"Alright," Ashrufat felt that it was difficult to talk about this matter for a while, so he had to delay it for a while before making a decision. "Let's go back first. ”

It's not a long journey. The return of the two men caused a stir throughout the tribe.

That's right, it's a sensation.

At the time of departure, there were twenty men, including the leader Flint, four of whom were Chaos Warriors, and the rest were veteran marauders (with the exception of Ashrufat). But when they returned, there were only two people left, but these two men brought with them a dozen war horses loaded with booty.

As mentioned earlier, although under the leadership of Asowen, the tribe finally won a difficult battle and improved a little, but on the whole it was still a very weak tribe. In addition to the population, there was a shortage of horses. In fact, there wasn't even a single horse in the entire tribe. A limited number of horses, pulling carts, running and running are okay, but it is not okay to say that they are charging into battle and galloping or something.

However, the fleeing party that had completely wiped out the Hunter tribe had previously captured three horses worthy of war horses. That's a lot of loot.

But this time, Flint actually brought back a dozen war horses in one go. And each one of them is the kind of excellent war horse with strong muscles and bones that is suitable for battlefield killing.

Twenty people, only two came back. The team that left on foot returned with such a herd of horses. So what happened is self-evident.

For this small tribe, the death of eighteen people is a very heavy loss. But on the other hand, the loot is indeed abundant.

Hordes greet the two returning heroes. If there were more than two people who came back this time, then Ashrufat would definitely be in a state of being surrounded by everyone, and the people in the tribe would see Ni Duan lightly. But this time there were only two people left, and it didn't mean anything about the front and back. Therefore, everyone did not notice that something had happened between the two people that completely reversed the positions and positions of both sides.

"Oh my God!" Flint had just walked into the camp gate when someone immediately let out an exclamation.

He saw the helmet on the back of the horse that Flint was leading—the helmet of the Chaos Lord, Atolian.

Someone rushed forward and picked up the helmet from the horse. This is a reward given to believers by the evil gods, and anyone can tell from the helmet's exquisite craftsmanship and sturdy protection that this is no ordinary Chaos Warrior's helmet.

Only Chaos Champion Samurai - or higher-level Chaos Cultists - can possess such equipment. And this helmet is in Flint's hands, and what it means is that a fool can know. In this battle, Flint killed at least one Chaos Champion level or higher.

The helmet was passed around in the hands of the tribesmen. I don't know when it started, but the originally chaotic welcome scene became silent. In fact, the whole tribe fell silent, and everyone forgot to cheer and looked at the returning Flint with a gaze that had never been seen before.

Flint kept his head down and didn't speak. Outwardly, it was after a terrible battle that Flint was physically and mentally exhausted, so he remained silent. But in reality, he was now the only one who was the leader of Eshurufat—and since Eshurufat was silent, Flint did not dare to speak out.

If before, there were still people who thought that Flint would not necessarily win the throne of the tribal leader, after seeing this helmet, no one had such thoughts anymore. Yes, Flint is still a normal Chaos Warrior, but he is not going to be. He killed a sadistic champion samurai - someone in his right mind knew what that meant.

Flint became a Chosen Warrior, if not a certainty, but nine out of ten.

Naturally, someone took away the war horses brought by the two. Flint made his way to the edge of the Chaos Altar. Here, he had sworn a blood oath to solve this crisis for the Horde.

Moore was waiting for him here. After Flint left with the others, Moore was temporarily in charge of the camp (they had just won a battle and had a lot to attend to). Someone had already handed the helmet that Flint had brought to Moore.

Moore was previously Flint's biggest obstacle in the race for the leader. If it weren't for his novel method of voting, things wouldn't have gotten to this point in the first place. As mentioned earlier, even if Flint didn't know that there was an improper transaction behind the whole thing, he could at least guess who was behind it, otherwise, he wouldn't have specified that Ashrufat would have gone with him to deal with the scouts of the Qajar tribe.

Of course, the way things have developed is completely unexpected.

No matter what Moore's attitude was before, but after seeing that helmet, his expression was completely different. Although he had taken Claire's magic brooch, it was fair to say that he had given up on trying to stop Flint.

"This helmet ......"

"Atolian's helmet. Flint peeked at Ashruphat and found that the other party had no reaction at all, so he boldly replied.

"Atolian?" Murdu almost thought he had misheard. "Which Atolian?"

"The leader of the Qajar tribe, Lord of Chaos, Atolian. Flint replied.

There was a low exclamation from all around. Flint turned his head and glanced around, and all the people he looked at were too frightened to speak.

"That...... Atolian ...... "Moore was completely stunned. Atolian was killed by Flint?What happened to the Prince of Pleasure?Flint only brought twenty men. Even if it was twenty against one, twenty people rushed up to fight and beat up, it was a miracle to be able to kill a Chaos Lord.

What is the Chaos Lord? In one word, it is strong. It's so strong that people have nothing to say, it's so strong that it's boundless, and it's so strong that the gods are staring at it. In the concept of Chaos Cultists, the Chaos Lord is simply a legendary figure. Ordinary Chaos warriors are in front of the Chaos Lord, it is simply plasticine, kneaded casually.

If twenty Chaos Warriors can take down a Chaos Lord in one swarm, then this Chaos Lord will be worthless. Not to mention the Chaos Lord, even if it is a low-level Chaos Champion, it is by no means an exaggeration to say that one is a hundred.

"You...... One...... A ......" Moore's words are incoherent. "So...... So much...... Lots of horses...... How...... Coming?"

"I thought it was an ordinary scout, but I didn't expect it to be Artorian and his guards. Flint said. Ashrufat apparently intended to keep a low profile and be secretive, so he had to recognize it. Of course, for Ashrufat, it was a problem to admit the victory, but for Flint, although it was a risky credit, the awe in the eyes of others, the sincerity and fear of the tribesmen, especially Moore's frightened and panicked appearance, made him enjoy it very much. Then again, how could humanity not enjoy this glory?" In the end, when we faced Atoryan, we were the only ones left. ”

He said in a calm tone. But this tone is just a pretense. In fact, he had been enchanted by this glory, by this worship.

"I'm going to take a break. Flint snatched Atolian's helmet from Moore and headed for his tent. "I'm tired. ”

He returned to the tent in full view of everyone. Before entering, he turned back to Moore and called out. "Hurry up and get things done, although the Qajars won't be coming, we can't stay here for long. ”

"Yes!" Moore had completely given up on the idea of playing tricks behind his back. By this moment, he had come to see Flint as the leader of the tribe and no longer resisted his orders.