Seventeenth period of class

"That's what you said - what's that, by the way, marriage?"

"That's right. Ashrufat replied. After coming to this tribe, he has added a lot of common sense. So he understands that in the Chaos Tribe, there is rarely such a relationship between men and women as "marriage". In fact, in the Chaos Tribe, the relationship between men and women is very chaotic. It is only in uncommon cases that the parties can form a more fixed partner. Even so, splitting legs is a very common thing.

Let's say Claire's parents are like that. While most people think of them as a couple (a wizard and a Chaos warrior are a good match), Claire herself isn't sure if her bloodline really comes from the one she calls "Father".

However, Ashruphat is not sure for the time being because the influence of Slaanesh's teachings is still a common occurrence. But at least he knew that there were quite a few children in the tribe who were not sure who their father was. Such children must be assigned an adult man by the leader of the tribe, the shaman Assowen, to take on the responsibility of guiding and caring for them. Of course, this kind of designation is not untargeted, but it is certainly not particularly accurate. And this child becomes the child of this designated adult man.

From the perspective of the Seven Kingdoms, this is a very chaotic marriage and family relationship, and it is also another obvious evidence of the fornication/promiscuity and evil of the Chaos believers.

"If you like someone, you should be with them. Ashrufat said.

"But what if you liked it and then you don't like it?" asked Claire curiously. "It's very common. ”

"So it's a responsibility, if you like someone, if you swear to be with him for the rest of your life at that moment, you can't let yourself not like him. Ashrufat replied.

"I don't understand what's going on in your head like you Southerners. Claire grunted under her breath.

As mentioned earlier, Asowen's cautious arrangement is actually meaningless, and it is impossible for the abusive war gang to kill the horse pistol. So this patrol is indeed redundant. When they returned, they could clearly ask about the sweet scent at the camp gate.

It was a gift from Slaanesh, but now, perhaps the party of indulgence was over, or perhaps simply because time had passed, and the smell had spread so far that the entire camp had been enveloped in it.

Claire had already taken off the cloth wrapped around her mouth and nose, and when she took a hard breath, two red clouds instantly rose on her face. She glanced sideways at Ashrufat, who was still pondering, and stomped hard as she walked towards the camp.

A tall man approached him.

This man was wearing very simple underwear at this time, his muscles were knotted all over his body, and there was still an indescribable extreme joy in his eyes, and of course, there was a little bit of ...... Greed and lust.

Ashrufat recognized his face. It was the only Chosen One left in the tribe (the other had already died in battle), but he couldn't remember the man being that big. He remembers...... This Chosen Warrior doesn't seem to be so strong and tall. If Ashrufat was not mistaken, the man had grown by about half an elbow in height.

"How about a private meeting?" said the newly taller Chosen Warrior of Chaos. His hand grasped Claire's hand, and a clear smell of wine erupted from his mouth, even though Ashrufat remembered that there was no alcohol in the tribe. However, since a person is able to grow half a cubit tall in a short period of time, the problem of alcohol is less of a concern.

The meaning of this sentence is obvious.

"I'm tired and don't want to meet anyone. Claire replied. "Please let go. She tried to be polite as much as she could. Because the battlefield table in front of her today is very good, and it is said that she has killed more than a dozen enemies alone. Moreover, he also had a lot of glorious achievements before that. Many people say that maybe he can win the favor of the Prince of Joy with today's transcendent watch and become a Chaos Champion Samurai.

And the changes that happened to the other person's flesh seem to add a veneer of reality to this rumor.

"Hurry up. The other party refused to let go. "I know you don't like that, so my tent is empty right now. I know you're just an adult and haven't tried it yet, so give me your chastity. The Prince of Joy is watching over me, you can see it!"

"You should go to someone else. Claire replied. "Let go. Her voice had become very unkind, too.

"You're what I want!" the man said. "Come here!" his countenance, already filled with lust and greed, became a little distorted. He pulled hard, and Claire couldn't hold her feet and was pulled and staggered two steps.

"Wait," two more people came to the side at some point. "She's a warrior, you can't ...... like that"

"Get out of here!" the big guy kicked over, knocking the talker to the ground. Now Ashrufat could see that the two had also been arranged by Assowen to patrol the sentry, so they were still calm at the moment. At least it can be understood that this action is not in line with the rules of the tribe.

The weight of the kick was not light, and the man who fell to the ground let out a groan of pain, and blood foamed from his mouth. Seeing that his companion was kicked down, the remaining one immediately raised his spear and poked it with the hilt.

That's how the two men began to fight.

The big man raised his arm to block the blow, his movements were agile and a little out of proportion to his size. When the handle of the spear slammed down from above, he took it with his crossed forearms, taking the blow with his muscles instead of bones. Then he deftly grasped the hilt of the spear. He snatched the spear away with all his might, kicking him in the crotch. As the other man staggered backwards and eventually fell to the ground, he tossed his spear aside.

Then, he turned his head, and as Claire tried to pull out her mace (which was the trophy she had been allocated today), the Chosen Warrior quickly snatched the weapon and threw it aside.

Now, there's nothing stopping him. The only one left was Ashrufat. However, although everyone knows that most of the people from the south are quite powerful (and they won't come here if they are not good), this fellow named Ashrufat would rather be a cook. This means that he may have a lot of potential (he is said to be a pretty good archer), but potential does not equal strength.

"Come with me. He dragged Claire with one hand and walked to the side, not caring at all about Ashrufat's existence.

Ashrufat took a step forward. The pace is not big, but it is in front of him.

"You're in my way. The big guy said.

"yes, I think I blocked it. Ashrufat replied. He looked to the side, and the other two sentinels who had returned from the patrol (presumably from the patrol) were already unconscious. The rest of the people should still be immersed in the afterglow of the revelry, unaware of what is going on.

"Go away. ”

"I don't think I'm going to walk away. Ashrufat replied.

"Good," the big man laughed. "You're going to save the beauty as a hero? Ha, yes, it looks like you're a little bit more kind of than I thought, chef. But do you think she's worth the risk? She slept in a tent with you, but never gave it to you. ”

"No, I'm not for her. Ashrufat smiled, though there was no smile in his eyes. "I'm here for you. ”

This answer confused the other for a moment, "What?" asked the big guy.

"It's good for your upbringing, and I guess you need to take a lesson in politeness. Ashrufat said. "Politeness, you see? It looks like you think you can fight, and you want to know how good you are?"

"You need a lesson!" the big man scolded. He pushed hard, and the sheer force caused Claire to stagger a few steps and sit on the sidelines. "Let me teach you. ”

He rushed forward, moving quickly. Two fists rained down on each other's heads, chests, and abdomen. But Claire could clearly see that Eshurufat's hands were so fast that they were barely visible compared to the big ones (of course, this could be due to the darkness of the night). He seemed to act casually, but he blocked every blow from the other party.

The big guy stepped back, gasping hard. He knew he was underestimating. Those who came from the south and wanted to join the chaos were not easy to deal with. Once again, this has been proven.

"What's the matter, can we get started?" Ashrufat shrugged, breathing steadily.

The big man roared and rushed over again. This time he gave it his all, not only with his fists, but also with his legs and feet. In addition, the movements are no longer just straight line attacks, but use more techniques, mixed with some feints. Each blow of the fist can even bring a gust of wind.

But this qiē didn't work. Ashrufat didn't even move his feet much, and he only used his hands to block all the opponent's attacks. At the end, he made a move to chase flies and slapped the opponent in the face with a backhand.

The big man jumped away quickly, and a clear five-finger mark appeared on his face. One can imagine the burning pain on his face.

"You...... It's amazing!" he said through gritted teeth. He realized that the other party was a master, but he was not willing to leave without such a result - except for the slap marks on his face.

"It's a bit of a hand. Ashrufat said. "I'm sorry, I apologize if I hit it too hard. ”

"Bastard!" this time, the big guy pounced. He's not going to have a fist fight, he's going to wrestle and use his bigger size to overwhelm his opponent.

Ashrufat met him head-on, dodging his arms in the last moment of his hug. Then, he grabbed the big man's arm and flipped his whole thing over like a punching bag, throwing it to the side.

With a scream, the big man's head hit a nearby stake. He struggled to his feet, staggering, and put his hand over his head, where he had just hit.

In a fit of rage, he reached for the mace on the ground, Claire's. But Ashrufat had already rushed forward, and his movements were unimaginably fast.

And then—I can't tell what happened—the big man's body flew out again. This time he flew farther and landed in a worse position, falling into a depression with the back of his head on the ground. He was visibly fainted, as he did a tumbling after hitting the ground and never moved again.