Section 330 Evil Disease

The tent of the Chinese army was empty, and all the people were taken away by Ashrufat under various excuses. It's a bit weird, but no one dares to object to it, because a general has absolute power when he commands his own army. This is the experience accumulated by countless generations of war. Subordinates may give their opinions at meetings or other appropriate occasions, but the general's orders must be absolutely obeyed. Of course, there have been cases in history where subordinates have violated the general's erroneous orders and made meritorious contributions, but such cases are so rare that people in their normal minds do not try to follow suit.

"In this way, the Lord of the Blood Fang will personally command the left flank......" In front of Ashrufat, Marven was explaining in detail. He looked a little bit different than he had ever been, yes, a little bit. In the past, Marven always had a little smile on his face (except the moment he knew that Ashrufat had been cursed), but now, his smile had faded.

"The commander of the center is a close subordinate of the Bloodfang Lord...... On the right, it's ......"

"Wait, didn't you say last time that you would be in charge of commanding the wing?" asked Ashrufat, a little unceremoniously.

There was a hint of viciousness in Marven's eyes, but in the end, he just said lightly. "Well, it looks like I'm overconfident. ”

Of course, he wouldn't tell Sù Ashruphat that he was almost dominated by the Blood Fang Lord. Although he was actually a god, in the Chaos level, he was only one step away from the ultimate goal of the Chaos Cultists, which was to ascend to demons. His position is above that of the Bloodfang Lord, the Lord of Chaos. However, he can't reveal his true identity right now. Under this premise, if he was unjustly killed by the Bloodfang Lord with an axe, then he could only blame himself.

Then again, he wasn't cut down by the Bloodfang Lord's axe, but he was pretty much there. Marven calculated very hard, and the Bloodfang Lord caught up on the last day and took over the Chaos Legion. At this time, even if the Blood Fang Lord didn't want to fight, it was already too late - if he had to do so, he would have to pay at least one of His Royal Highness's troops to avoid the decisive battle - not to mention that with the Blood Fang Lord's temperament, it would be difficult not to fight. For the sadistic believers, a great battle that came happily and sacrificed countless blood to the blood god was what they wanted.

It's just that Marven guessed the first point, but didn't guess the second point. In other words, he was not mentally prepared enough for what happened to him.

He had thought that if he could show obedience, if he could explain his motives and reasons for leading the army to a decisive battle, which had never been a problem for Marven, then the matter would be pretty much the same. What can the Bloodfang Lord do with him?Kill him?No kidding, Tzeentch Wizards are an invaluable force for the Chaos Legion, and even sadistic believers who have always had a distrust of magic understand their importance.

At least Marven himself doesn't think it's a big deal. Of course, it is inevitable to be scolded and scolded, but Marven will just take these as a breeze in his ears, wave his hand and pass.

But this time, Marven finally miscalculated the temper of the Bloodfang Lord. After the Bloodfang Lord summoned the generals and announced that he had taken over the command, the first thing he did was to kill Marven.

That's right, like all the sadistic lords with more muscles than brains, he didn't care about Marven's position as the leader of Tzeentch's followers, and he didn't mind what Tzeentch's magic meant to the Chaos Legion, he just wanted Marven's life!

Although Marvin described these places as "fat sheep" in advance, with limited troops, weak defenses, and easy to get by, in addition to the abundant booty. But the reality is quite the opposite. These places are hard walnuts, and they are very difficult to chew.

After all, Marven is not only a Chaos Lord, but also a wizard. He used a few teleportation scrolls to wrestle with the Blood Fang Lord for a long time. Although he almost died at the hands of the Bloodfang Lord more than once, he finally made the other party temporarily stop his anger. Of course, at the price, several of his most loyal and powerful men were killed by the Bloodfang Lord in this chase. Marven himself had been wounded badly - more than once, and if it hadn't been for Tzeentch's favor, he would have been splattered with blood five steps under the Bloodfang Lord's battle axe. In the end, although he received the Bloodtooth Lord's temporary understanding, he was still humiliated by the other party in front of the people he was with, which was a very strict thing for a Chaos Lord. For it would be tantamount to declaring him weak, and weakness is a capital crime in the midst of chaos.

A fisherman will never doubt his fishing skills when he can't catch a fish, a hunter will not question his hunting skills when he has caught nothing, and just as a man who plays with intrigue will not question his miscalculations. They will blame fate for their failures, on other people, or whatever. Marven left his hatred to the Bloodfang Lord.

However, he is indeed a Tzeentch wizard lord. Blatant frontal revenge has never been their style, and it is Tzeentch to plot a plan behind the scenes, and then stab the target in the back at a critical moment. But that's not to say he doesn't have anger in his heart.

Therefore, now Marven immediately put his hatred into practice. In order to ensure that the Bloodfang Lord would definitely die in this battle, he had already told Eshurufat everything that should have been sued to Eshurufat.

Even if a very mediocre general can know the detailed deployment of the enemy's troops and the division of troops, then he can also come up with a targeted combat plan. In this case, it is difficult to lose. This is why almost every military book places a high emphasis on the role of espionage.

“...... The surface of his formation will be protruding in the center, and the wings will be ...... back," Marven explained to Ashrufat in detail. Of course, in the key position, he still played a trick with Tzeentch - then again, if Tzeentch didn't play this kind of trick, then it would be weird. "But in fact, at the beginning of the battle, the Bloodfang Lord will lead the elite of the left flank to attack with all their might. The forces of the central part will hold their ground, while the right flank will make the necessary retractions to avoid the battle. ”

"Is this a tactic......" Ashrufat whispered to himself. The Bloodfang Lord's strategic conception is a classic slash tactic. Concentrate the elite on one flank and attack actively. This tactic is advantageous for an evenly distributed enemy. This is also a common idea of field warfare in the internal wars of the Seven Kingdoms in this era.

There is one difference, of course, and that is the reserves. The Lord of the Blood Fang himself went into battle, so he didn't leave any reserves. This, in turn, means that his front-line forces will be stronger. At least the first round of assault is more difficult to resist.

"You should muster your best forces and devour the Bloodfang Lord's advancing troops. Marventi said. "Rest assured, with what I know about the Bloodfang Lord, I'm sure the other two wings won't change their tactics to rescue him. ”

Ideally, Ashrufat would fight the Lord of the Bloodfangs. Yes, Ashrufath should have won, but it was a very costly victory. That way, when he dies, his successor (most likely Barranca, of course) will be wiser - or at least not overly arrogant.

Of course, Marven cares more about the Bloodtooth Lord now. The first thing to do is to make sure that the Bloodfang Lord dies - both from his plan and from his love. The Bloodfang Lord can't return to the White Keep, otherwise...... A lot of things can get a little bit harder to manage.

"The left flank advances, the center holds, and the right flank retreats...... It's a familiar tactic......" Ashrufat said softly to himself.

"As soon as the battle begins and the Bloodfang Lord takes the lead in rushing to the front line, I will withdraw from the battlefield with my wizards!" Marven said. "So you can let your magicians do whatever they want. If I could, I'd ask my wizards to help them out. ”

"Help?"

"Well, I can let my subordinates gather strength from the winds of magic, but I don't control and guide them. That way, it won't take much effort for your mage to control the unowned mass of energy. Marven said, although he was sure that he had accused the southerner named Ashrufat, but faintly, he felt a sense of unease. It's an intuition that is beyond the intellect. However, now he has gone too far and arranged too deeply, and it is impossible to turn back. "But you have to pay a little attention to the right wing...... It is better not to launch an offensive there. ”

"All your men there?"

"It's my men. Marven sighed, "But now they listen to the orders of the Bloodfang Lord. "When the Bloodfang Lord is dead, they will become my men. He said in his stomach, and of course, the words were only in his stomach. The three lieutenants were all close associates of the Bloodfang Lord, and he could not command any troops except for a small number of his cronies.

"The main problem is the left wing led by the Lord of the Blood Fang himself, almost all of whom are his cronies, sadistic believers, very strong. If the troops are insufficient, it will be extremely difficult to resist their offensive. ”

"I'll deal with them. Ashrufat said. "Right-wing...... Are you going to make sure they don't attack actively?"

"I'm not a commander, but I still have a bit of influence in this area. Marven said. You don't need influence at all to do this, because that's what the Blood Fang Lord commands.

Time passed imperceptibly, and Marven finally made it clear all the situations he needed to explain. Then Ashruphat finally asked the most crucial question.

"That curse of my Nurgle...... Have you found a cure?"

"Found it. Marven's instincts warned him of unease once again. Oh, that's a bit wrong. Ashruphat seems to be particularly interested in war, but not in his own life?, otherwise how could he mention it at the end......?" I'll have to check how your condition is progressing. ”

Ashrufat stood up and pulled up his clothes with all his might, exposing his abdomen. He quickly pulled his clothes down - a reaction that could be interpreted as a sense of shame, but Marvin saw it clearly. Several large, translucent plaques had appeared on Ashrufat's abdomen, and the muscles had been eroded, and even the organs below could be faintly seen. This is a condition that only happens when you are terminally ill.