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Because it was so sudden, when they gathered to find Ashrufat, most of them didn't wear armor, or even carry their usual weapons with them—the Chaos cultists liked to use heavy weapons like axes and hammers, and it was inconvenient to carry them around.

Anyone, including Chaos Cultists, will have their combat power affected by their equipment. A bare-handed chosen warrior may not be able to defeat a weapon-armed marauder. If these people were fully armed at this time, maybe they would still be able to choose to rush out, or at least kill enough. But now they are at an absolute disadvantage not only in numbers, but also in combat power. If you really want to talk about force, it is very good that so many people (although the lower status of them are also the Chosen Warriors) can kill three or five enemies to accompany the burial.

And in addition to the warriors around them, in front of them, there was also a heavily armed Chaos Lord - Eshuruphat seemed to be unarmed, but everyone knew that this Chaos Lord had a magic sword that could be summoned at any time.

The panic spread quickly, and in the blink of an eye, everyone realized it.

Several of the leaders looked at Ashrufat, who still had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold. He could clearly see that the men's lips had turned gray with fear and resentment.

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"You should feel lucky. Ashruphat cleared his throat and said. "Because I'm ...... In a good mood. He looked around again and said. "Your tricks are as ridiculous to me as monkey play...... Or have you all forgotten why you are just a Chosen Warrior or a Chaos Champion, and I am a Chaos Lord. He raised his hand and gestured for the ring in his hand.

"I'll forget about what happened this time. But if there's a next time......" he looked at a few of the leaders. "I'm sure there won't be any more, will I?"

Everyone present couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and several of them looked at each other in disbelief.

"Alright, guys, I think the problem between us has been resolved, and you can go. Ashrufat turned the red cloth back to the top of his head. "Are you smart or stupid?" he said in a mocking tone to the man who would not answer for a long time. "Call you stupid, you can convince so many people to join forces. Call you smart, you didn't even bring your own armor and hid in the enemy's camp...... Oh, by the way, I forgot, you're not Astiana after all, he's a Chaos Lord, and you're only a Chaos Champion at best. ”

He looked up at the others. Although Ashrufat had just said, "You can go," in fact, no one dared to leave just like that.

"By the way, the only one who wants to fight against one Chaos Lord is another Chaos Lord. Ashruphat laughed. "If Astiana came to find me ballast, then I really have to be careful, but you ...... But not deserved. ”

After a few minutes, there was no one in the tent, and even Flint was on hand to deal with the heads—especially though many tribes had a tradition of taking heads, the Asowen tribe had no such habit.

Ashruphat sat alone in his large tent with his back against his chair. He heard footsteps, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Tarek.

"Your Excellency, you have won. Tarek said. At this time, admiration filled the face of the wizard apprentice, "I'm sorry, I was troubled before. ”

Ashrufat laughed, and for some reason, seeing Tarek reminded him of Tzeentch. Was Tharek another hook that Tzeentch had ambushed? maybe. He didn't have any idea of Tarek, though. For you cannot pull out all the hooks of the treacherous lord - though you can remove the most dangerous ones.

"Win?" he said in a self-deprecating tone. "Did I really win?"

"My lord, I think that in the short term, you will not have to worry about the execution of your orders. Tarek said cautiously. "Isn't this a victory?"

"Tarek, you know...... In the south, there is a place called a casino, which is used for gambling. ”

"This ...... I've heard it. Tarek replied. In fact, Chaos cultists are equally fond of gambling - and in this respect, humans all over the world seem to be no different. In many Chaos tribes, there are also casinos that don't have a "casino" name for tribal members to play for fun. There is a high degree of convergence between southerners and Chaos believers in this regard, and many gambling utensils for southerners are also popular among Chaos tribes.

"Actually, I'm like a gambler in a casino. Ashrufat said. "Astiana's son is another gambler. The two of us sat together and bet on winning and losing. My hand is better, his hand is worse, my skill is better, his skill is tenderer, my luck is better, his luck is worse. Then the two of us competed for the winner...... What's the use of such a victory, you say?"

"Your Excellency...... I don't understand what you mean......"

"Let's put it this way, as I just said, I have a bigger chance of winning, and he has a smaller chance of winning. On the surface it's normal for me to win. But then again, no matter how big my winning face is, it's not 100%, and no matter how small his winning chance is, it's not zero. If you gamble like this enough, sooner or later I'll lose, right? So, as long as you sit at the table, you're not a winner. Because after all, there is a risk of failure. ”

"So...... Who's the winner?" Tarek couldn't figure out.

"Casino owner. Ashrufat replied. "There are no winners in gambling, and those who win today will lose tomorrow. Gambling comes and goes, and there is only one person who wins - the casino owner. Tarek, I don't know if you've heard of it, in the South, the casino owners who open casinos are so profitable that ordinary people are not even qualified to open casinos. ”

"Speaking of which, the ultimate winner in gambling is always the casino owner. The gambler's win or loss doesn't matter at all to the casino owner. No matter who wins or loses, the share he gets will not change. Do you see what I mean?"

Tarek closed his mouth, his eyes filled with indescribable amazement. He already vaguely knew what Ashrufat's words meant, so he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"My lord, you want to be ......"

"Of course not. Didn't I tell you that no one is qualified to open a casino. All I could do was try to get out of the casino before I ran out. Ashrufat said. He sighed and waved his hand, "Speaking of which, Tarek, help me find someone who knows something about the swamp." The kind of believer who wants to be dirty. ”

"Are you going to ......?"

"Actually, it's okay for me to wait here, but I don't want to waste my time. Ashrufat said. "I'm going to send a messenger to contact the tribes in the swamp. Sue them, in the name of the Father of the Plague, I ask them to swear allegiance to me. ”

Tarek was ordered to leave, and Ashruphat leaned back in his chair alone. A feeling of exhaustion suddenly came over me. This exhaustion was not physical exhaustion, and although he had not slept all night, as mentioned earlier, his body was very strong and possessed physical abilities that even he himself had been amazed by. This exhaustion is a spiritual, inexplicable feeling.

If you do, you should be about the same. He whispered to himself. Then he realized that it wasn't enough, that there were still too many mysteries - about himself, about the gods. The whole thing is now like an iceberg on the sea, and he can only see the tip of the iceberg with his eyesight, but he can't see the main body of the iceberg hidden under the surface of the sea.

Maybe he shouldn't have pursued a qiē at all. He just needs to finish his own thing and then find a way to get out of the way. To hell with the gifts of the gods and the like. To hell with the hooks they hid in the middle of the gifts.

No, there seemed to be a voice in his head reminding. It would be foolish to put a hope in someone else, even a god, and it would be tantamount to walking in the wilderness blindfolded with a cloth, doomed to fall. The most dangerous thing in the world is this lazy thinking.

Ashrufat smiled bitterly and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he remembered Brassian, the exquisite and beautiful little castle with all kinds of living facilities and livability. Perhaps his arrival at Eagle Falcon City was the origin of a qiē error. Maybe he should go the other way and leave Gruni with his four wives and go somewhere else for a wedding (for the rich, that's not difficult at all, it's just more troublesome) and then come back. In this way, he doesn't have to know anything, he doesn't have to think about anything, and he can live a happy life of a rich man with three wives and four concubines in that castle. The daily worry is whether the style of clothing for the prom is trendy or outdated.

Even if the chaos invasion continues, even if the kingdom collapses next, it won't be able to pull him off. Even if the Chaos forces occupy the northern part of Gruny, as long as the Church comes out and Bayrell serves as the commander, the Central Seven Kingdoms still have the ability to drive the Chaos forces away. It must be said that if there is a difference, it is that the seven countries become the six countries. For Ashrufat, who is a squire and nobleman, he will not hurt a single hair, at most he can only change places to live a life of spending time and drinking. It's not a problem, and as we all know, any place welcomes a big guy.

He thought so haphazardly. And then all of a sudden, I realized that it was really just delusional. His soul was filled with passion and strength, and a man like him would never be willing to spend his life in some country place. Even if he hadn't gone to Eagle Falcon City at that time, he would have stepped onto the stage of this world for another reason. He seemed to have been born different, and he was different after he recovered from his dying wounds, and after that group of soul fragments from nowhere poured into his body.

Ashrufat opened his eyes. He had to explain a few things—the first of which was why the Father of the Plague would offer such generous terms. As mentioned earlier, that condition is not given by a loving father to his beloved son, but by the son's filial piety. Above all, why did the Father of Plague give him the rule of the swamp when he knew he was coming for Tzeentch's target (which is tantamount to hiring a weasel to watch the hen's coop, and a weasel with a history of stealing chickens)? Is the will of the gods really elusive and understandable?

Unless it's an outright lie - buy time to send another Chaos Lord of Nurgle to take over the swamp. But if a god needs to lie to a mortal to buy time, the Father of the Plague is a little too low. Besides, even if the Immortal Lord died, Ashrufat could only say that he had a chance. It was too early to turn the opportunity into a reality, and Nurgle had plenty of time to pick a capable Chaos Lord among his followers, even higher.

Ashruphat raised his hand and looked at the magic ring on his hand over and over again. The emblems of the three gods shone above the ring, as if mocking the ignorance and stupidity of mortals.