Section 70 Memory

"Yes, my name is Aerufat. Ashrufat replied. He was very comfortable with his name, for he was sure that no one but a few had ever heard of it—and even if he did, it would have been taken as an accidental name.

"My lord, I heard...... You're asking for negotiations?" the Chaos Champion tried to be as polite as possible. He knew how rare this opportunity to negotiate was. It is important to know that Chaos has never exalted the virtue of forgiveness. The fate of the losers does not depend on themselves, but on the intentions of the winners.

"Yes, I asked for it. Ashrufat replied. "Or rather, I give you one last chance to save yourself from destruction. He looked at the people opposite. After he was ambushed by Byron's artillery, he found himself sensitive and suspicious about negotiations. Although reason sues him for him, the other party cannot be unfavorable to him. "You covet what doesn't belong to you, so you deserve to be punished...... Make your soldiers lay down their weapons,

"How do we know it's not a ruse?" it wasn't the Chaos Champion who spoke, but the old man. Ashruphat was able to tell that the old man was a warrior (though he was not wearing armor). "You want to... Plus easy and easy to ruin miè us!"

It was as if you could protect yourselves now. Ashruphat made a distinct "left and right" motion. The wreckage of the breached gate was not far in front of Ashrufat. The blasting was perfect. While the blasters may be ignorant of the use of gunpowder, it does not affect the power of the explosion. The wave of air when the gunpowder detonated distorted the shape of the entire gate, turning it into meaningless garbage.

"We'll fight to the end!" said a younger man.

"How many of us are there, and can we really resist to the end?" Ashrufat immediately retorted. He is not talking empty words, but the truth. After the army of the Children of Plunder was routed, not many soldiers were able to escape back to the base camp, and most of them were scattered in all directions in the process of being defeated. And the vast majority of those left behind in the base camp are old and weak women and children (otherwise they would not have been bitten hard by the Asowen tribe).

If enough time is given to allow the Sons of Maraud to slowly contain the defeated army, reorganize their army, and regain their vitality, perhaps the size and strength of their army can surpass the Silent Panic by a lot. However, now that the army has come to the city, there are only thousands of defeated soldiers left in the camp, not to mention countless old and weak people who cannot fight.

This is also the situation in which all military books unanimously advocate "strike in a hurry, do not miss". If you don't die, you will be bitten back, which is something that anyone can instinctively understand. The comparison of strength in a certain period of time is not equal to the eternal comparison. Ashrufat had previously ordered a halt to the attack and sent emissaries, which was unanimously opposed by the vast majority of the people, including Bruce. If it weren't for the strategic successes of the previous one, and the support of Hardmond (and the other minorities), perhaps they would not have bothered with this stupid order at all.

"My lord, we believe ......," the Chaos Champion said. "You will win the final victory, but you will have to pay a heavy price......"

"But not so much that it's unbearable. Ashrufat immediately interrupted. "Well, I don't want to hear this nonsense, I want to know your answer right away. ”

"We need a guarantee. The leading Chaos Champion said.

"Even if it's guaranteed," Ashrufat said. "You can also say that the believers of Tzeentch cannot be trusted. ”

"Then at least tell me, what fate awaits us?"

"Fate...... "Ashruphat thought for a moment. "I don't want to hide too much...... However, as you should know, this battle is a prologue, not an end. ”

"You want us to join the Silent Panic?" the Chaos Champion's tone began to stir up. Ashruphat had long since seen the mark of Slaanesh on his armor. It is not very difficult for low-level Chaos Followers to change their faith (especially if it is a life-and-death decision), but the beliefs of high-level Chaos Followers are equally strong. The Sons of Maraud are a mixed faith tribe, which may mean that many of them are unwilling or unwilling to accept the fate of conversion.

It's one thing to pull a survivor of a completely defeated tribe (or warband) over and ask for a change of faith before the blade. It is quite another to convert a defeated tribe as a whole.

"No, I ask for ......" Ashruphat paused, and for a split second, a voice burst into his head. That's right, when he was completely unprepared, let alone attached the ring to his head, suddenly "heard" a voice. And it's also a familiar voice.

Even Ashruphat was stunned for a moment. It took him a few seconds to realize that the phrase "the gods will be staring at you" was not an excuse. The power of the evil god was far more powerful than he had expected. They...... Or are they...... Everywhere, at least in the land of chaos.

"Your Excellency......" Ashrufat's obvious unresponsiveness immediately caught the other party's attention. Fortunately, the face-covering helmet on his head made it difficult for the other party to see his expression. Otherwise, his appearance in a daze just now would definitely make the entire negotiation team of the other party muttered in their stomachs for a long time.

"I ask you to swear allegiance to me. Ashrufat said. "In the name of the winner!"

Within a short period of time, this condition will be accepted and enforced. Of course, only the gods can know how long this allegiance will last.

The rest is simple. A few hours later, a treaty was drawn up, and the Son of Marunder was reduced to a silent and panicked appendage - without pursuing the faith.

This is a different battle than a normal tribal battle. Battles like the Asowen tribe and the sadistic warbands are the norm in tribal warfare, with the victor merging all of the loser's supplies, survivors, and territories (if any) into their own tribe. But this time, the son of plunder, who was the loser, survived and had a chance to regroup and regain his vitality. Although the Silent Panic Tribe, as the victors, failed to annex the other party, they also strengthened themselves in another way, and were able to face the challenges below.

After the agreement was signed, and both swore an oath in the name of God to obey, the following was simpler, and in a silent panic, all the captives were returned and the hostages were ready to leave.

Ashruphat was the last to leave the camp of the Marauding Sons. He did this because he wanted to assess for himself what was left of the Children of Mardding.

The camp still bears traces of the attack taken two days ago. It was the bloody remnants of the union of flames and swords, called "Battle". Ashrufat didn't know how many people died in that raid, but he thought there would be thousands of casualties.

But in such a short period of time, except for the gate that could not be repaired in a short period of time, other traces have disappeared. At least now, it seems that their losses are far less severe than Ashrufat had expected. Or is the Son of Maraud stronger than expected?

Ashrufat's helmet obscured all expressions, so that no one noticed his fear.

Speaking of which, he is also too bold. Just about 300 men dared to attack such a large camp. You know, any omission - even a casual glance from a scout - can completely change the whole situation. The Children of Maraud don't even defend, but take the initiative. Although they had few fighters left in their base camp, they were more than enough to deal with a mere 300 enemies (and not elite troops).

The key to the failure of the sons of plunder was that they had made a terrible mistake - they were too greedy. Even after receiving urgent information about the attack on the base camp, they did not return with the whole division, but left a part of the elite troops on standby in the front-line camp - otherwise, they would not have lost so quickly in the most critical ambush battleground.

Even in the end, they still had a chance. If their commander had been smarter and more comfortable dealing with an ambush, they might not have to face the alliance under the city.

After understanding your own boldness and mistakes, you can truly understand your luck. In a trance, he seemed to see a very familiar (but couldn't remember who it was) old man in front of him, and said softly.

“...... Some people say I'm strategic, but I'm just guessing with my brain, and some people say I'm invincible, but I'm just lucky......"

Ashrufa fixed the mind. By the way, since I drank the mead called "drunken blood", I have been in this trance from time to time. Well, in fact, this kind of state is not unfamiliar. Ashrufat remembers the first time he woke up, in Brasian, the twins' home, that was often the case. It was a fragment of some past memories that suddenly flashed through his mind (of course, just fragments, unable to truly recover the memory). However, after the initial period, this is becoming less and less. After arriving at Eagle Falcon City, this situation basically did not occur.

And this peculiar mead can make him feel that way again. Although the number of times is not very large, it is not comparable to when I was in Brassian. But could it be that this was a way for him to recover his memory?

Wait, this is a trick by Tzeentch? Ashruphat suddenly realized it. The name of the Lord of Deceit is not for nothing. Could it be that Tzeentch wanted to use this as a way to remind him that there was something else he could get from Chaos besides Starcarving?, for example...... Lost memories.

Ashrufat himself had to admit that recovering his lost memories was an irresistible temptation even for him at this time.

The two sides have already negotiated on the matter of the star carving. Ashruphat completes the quest, and Tzeentch and Slaanesh will provide him with relevant information. Of course, the pitfalls are obvious. In this matter, the evil gods obviously intended to increase the number of layers, so that Aerufat had to serve them. This is also a common technique in business negotiations, to cast a long line to catch a big fish. However, Ashruphat felt that he still had a choice in this matter, and at least he could trust that he could refuse the excessive demands.

He stopped, for all of a sudden, he found himself surrounded by a group of warriors clad in Chaos armor.