Verse 97 Trumpet

Anyone who has a slight understanding of chaos knows the meaning of this tattoo. This thing is not just a decorative or religious thing, but also a bridge between mortals and gods. Some Chaos cultists hid the emblem of the god close to their bodies, while others, such as this one, simply stabbed it on their bodies. The difference between the two is that the former has a chance to convert, while the latter does not even have that - of course, the latter is more likely to attract the attention of evil gods.

According to the Southern Church, this act is tantamount to consecrating one's soul to an evil god. After offering one's soul to the dark gods, although they can directly call for the help of the evil gods, they will inevitably be completely immersed in the power of the gods, and eventually become the minions of the evil gods - or even directly become an extension of their dark will.

“...... Is that so...... The lord of deceit is still unwilling. "Tower, there was a damp, slippery sound.

"Yes, sir. The marauder outside replied. "But, on the other hand, everyone thinks that this may be a good opportunity to take the city of Dangerous Peaks. ”

"It's unlikely. The wet, slippery voice replied. "Astiana may be old, but he's not dead. He and the newcomer, Ashrufat, were now only at semblance of rapprochement...... But once our army takes the initiative, I'm afraid it will make them really unite. In this case, it is not a question of a newly promoted Chaos Lord with 10,000 warriors, but rather that Astiana has received additional reinforcements from 10,000 soldiers and a Chaos Lord. ”

"Ah...... You're right, sir. But everybody ......."

"Wait slowly, time is on our side. The voice replied. "Victory or defeat in a war says nothing...... That Ashrufat...... The newly promoted Chaos Lord, sent by the Lord of Deceit, who knows if there is such a cunning scheme hidden behind it. ”

"But everyone said that it would be a pity to miss such an opportunity......"

Before the marauder could finish his words, he heard footsteps. It was the sound of footsteps that were so heavy that they didn't look like a human being, and with this sound, a tall figure stepped out of the stone tower.

Appearing in front of the Marauder was a very tall figure, wrapped in Chaos armor. The Chaos armor looked green and covered in reddish-brown rust, like rags that had been in use for years. But if you look closely, you will see that this is an illusion, and these colors are the color of the armor itself, not the fruit of moss and rust.

Moreover, the man's size was more fat than tall - yes, the Chaos armor had a very bloated feel, as if the human body wrapped in the armor was water-filled, or the one that was filled with a lot of water. In a way, it's ridiculous.

"......Lord Jack," the marauder said with some fear. Because they were in close proximity, he could feel the power emanating from the Nurgle darling.

That's right. Jakes ignored his men's reactions. "And this season...... It seems to be the season for war. ”

This last sentence is pure nonsense - for there is no such thing as an inappropriate season for Chaos believers.

"Maybe it's better to start a temptation. Immortal Lord Jax said to himself. "Let's see how Astiana and Ashrufat get along......

"Well, my lord, my subordinate has an idea. ”

"Oh, tell me about it. ”

"My lord, if the two of them get along well, then this newcomer will surely get enough information about us from Astiana. If they don't get along very well, then the newcomer will inevitably send his own spies to the swamp to inquire about the news before they can fight...... Therefore, from the speed of Ashrufat's actions, it can be quickly understood whether the two of them are sincerely cooperating or each has their own ghosts. ”

"Hehe, Tzeentch, do you have the concept of 'sincerity'? But you're right, you can guess how well they get along from the actions of that Ashrufat. But no matter what this Ashrufat wanted to do, he was definitely planning to launch an offensive in the near future. ”

"Yes, everybody's guessing. It has been suggested that even if you are not prepared to take the initiative to attack, you should first gather your army and be prepared for the enemy to risk a surprise attack into the depths of the swamp. ”

"Huh...... Raids, how raids, raids, and raids are only in the outermost village, which is close, and perhaps this newcomer, a newborn calf, is not afraid of tigers and rushes there. But even if he does this, even if he succeeds in doing so, his loss will definitely be greater than ours. The mud pond of the swamp, even for me, did not dare to take the path that I was not familiar with. Jakes replied proudly. "As for other places, like me...... Even if we let them in, I'm afraid they won't find their way. ”

This is not an exaggeration. Not to mention the army, even experienced scouts often lose their way when they get here. Because of the special environment of the swamp, those methods of judging the direction do not work. Most of the sky in the swamp is obscured by the branches and foliage of trees, such as the sun and stars, and even the compass often fails inexplicably in this swamp. Worst of all, in order to avoid the treacherous waters, it is impossible to walk in a straight line in the swamp, and you have to turn around (and the swamp dwellers are no exception), and no one can remember the direction from their own memory after a day's lap - and even if there is, the kind of person is definitely a rare breed, rarer than a hen with teeth.

"Yes, sir, you're right. The Marauder didn't dare to talk back to a Chaos Lord, so he bowed his head and said so.

"Well, where are my guards?" replied Jakes, who seemed to think about it. "Let them come, and if a tentative attack is carried out, it would be more appropriate for one of my guards to take the lead. ”

A few minutes later, a whole group of Nurgle warriors arrived at the edge of the tower. There were twenty warriors in total, similar in appearance to their owners, in fact, their differences were mainly in armor rather than height and size.

These Nurgle warriors were as tall as the mountains, but their armor was scarred and full of the imprint of the generous blessings of their gods. When they (especially Jakes) gathered, there was a strong stench in the air, which even transcended the concept of "stench" and could be called "miasma". Their armor enveloped most of their bodies, with only a few parts exposed to the air. Those who look closely can see that the rusted edges of the armor pierce into the swollen skin, and they are unaware.

They carried weapons with them. These weapons are not much different from the usual Chaos Warriors, they are heavy hammers, great axes, etc., but the handshake part of the weapon can be seen sticky liquid attached to the wood.

These were Jakes's guards. Jakes gathers his strongest men as guards (which is uncommon). Therefore, these twenty people are second only to the Chaos Lord in this swamp. They once proved their abilities on the battlefield as warriors and ended up serving the Lord of Corruption with their hearts in this way. Everyone knows that although Nurgle's warriors may look clumsy on the outside, their fighting power is no weaker, and even more formidable. Because they enjoy the trauma and mutation on their bodies in addition to their ability to wield their weapons, they are able to endure enough damage and pain to knock down others and continue fighting. In addition to this, there are rumors everywhere that killing these people will be cursed by the Father of Plague - which makes even the abusive madman (if he has a choice) not willing to fight them.

For Chaos cultists, it may be an honor to die in battle, but lying in bed, covered in poisonous sores, and slowly dying under the torture of illness is no honor at all.

Like Jakes, every Nurgle warrior present showed a terrible illness. Their flesh is covered with scars, and in many places they even have missing their original features and limbs - noses, fingers, jaws or ears. The center of their armor was cracked by their swollen abdomen, and several samurai discarded parts of their armor that could not accommodate the bulging/large soles of their feet or swollen arms. You can feel the supernatural power with these warriors, because during this season, there are actually some huge flies flying up and down around their bodies.

"A new Tzeentch Chaos Lord has arrived, supposedly named Aerufat. Jax looked at his men, his voice gushing out of his throat. Unlike his subordinates, his armor was tightly wrapped all over his body, and there was not even the slightest gap. Only on top of his helmet was a "T" shaped opening. Underneath this opening, there are a pair of sticky/wet eyes, and there is a mixture of sanity and madness in the gaze. "The Lords of Deceit have been making their futile attempts. ”

This remark caused a burst of laughter in the crowd.

"But is this a new attempt, or is it a trap set by Astiana?" said Jakes. "Anyway, it looks like an opportunity and we should try it. I decided to send a team of men to launch a small attack. The outcome of this attack will determine what we do. Jakes' eyes swept over the crowd, "So I decided, find someone competent to direct this attack." Does anyone want to sign up?"

All the Nurgle warriors have asked for it, and no one will miss such an opportunity. Among the Chaos Gods, Slaanesh and Sadism are opposites, and Tzeentch and Nurgle are at odds with each other. This relationship between the gods also affected their mortal followers. Just as the Prince of Joy especially appreciates his followers for killing the warriors of the Sadomasoch, for the followers of Nurgle, killing the followers of Tzeentch is also a shortcut to the attention of the Father of the Plague.

"My lord, how many men do you think is appropriate?" interjected the Chaos Marauder on the side.

"Two thousand...... Too little...... Three thousand ......"

"Lord Jakes, I only need a thousand!" said one of the foremost plague warriors. "I can bring you the head of that Chaos Lord. ”

Jax nodded in satisfaction, satisfied with the strong fighting spirit of his subordinates.

"Let me go, I can bring back that Chaos Lord in its entirety to you for you to offer to the Father of Plague in a victory ceremony. Another subordinate hurriedly said.

Jacks hesitated, and was about to say something like "Don't take the enemy lightly" when he heard a voice that shouldn't be heard.

"Uh......h Whining...... Whining...... Woo......"

The sound of the horn interrupted the conversation for a moment, and everyone couldn't help but look at the source of the sound. The voice sounded close, as if it was on the edge of the camp. A few seconds later, it was the marauder who was the first to react.

"The trumpet, the trumpet of war?" he looked at Chaos Lord Jakes in disbelief. "Am you mistaken?" because things were so sudden and weird that they forgot that their first reaction to hearing this voice should be nervousness.

"Enemy attack. "Jakes is a Chaos Lord after all, and reacted in time. "Bring me my weapon!"