Section 75 Operations

There is not much controversy, the world is like this: when you are superior, one more ally is equal to one more spoils, and when you are disadvantaged, one more ally is equal to more power. What choice you make depends entirely on where you stand. Besides, judging from the strength of both sides, the Lord of Runes still has the possibility of repaying the debt.

After the envoys left, one of the Chaos Champions of the tribe immediately set off with the guards, heading straight for the predetermined negotiation location. The meeting was agreed to take place in a "public" area, an area claimed by no tribe. Having said that, in fact, this kind of place is the mainstream on the grassland. There really aren't many places that have actually been declared their own territory by a tribe.

He camped here and waited all day (a normal wait, considering that the messenger had to return first to deliver the news), and at dusk the next day there was a noise in the distance. Then, one of the scouts on the periphery hurriedly reported that a small army had arrived, but was not sure what it was for.

The Chaos Champion left the tent and went to the heights. As the scout said, the smoke and dust rising from the prairie showed that an army was coming towards this side. With the experience accumulated over the years, he could see at a glance that although the number of people in this army was not very large, it was two or three hundred, more than twice as many as on their side.

"My lord, it may be a passerby. The scout said.

If two small groups meet on the steppe, whether or not a battle will take place depends on the strength of the two armies - and whether they have other important things to do. Judging by the smoke and dust, the passing team was marching fast and seemed to be on its way. If they are in a hurry, they will not stop even if they encounter more suitable prey.

The Chaos Champion stared at the dots that appeared in the distance, his face becoming more and more ugly. After half a ring, he finally ordered in a gloomy voice. "Gather everyone and get ready to fight!"

"My lord, they are ......"

"They're coming for us!" "The Chaos Champion is the Chaos Champion after all, looking at the surging enemy, for a moment, he has already figured out the cause and effect. It's a cunning trap, but it's too late to escape now, and the only way to survive is to fight to the death.

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In an inconspicuous position in this vast grassland, now, the two armies are facing each other.

On one side is the tribe of the Lord of Runes, with a total strength of more than 100 people, and on the other side is an enemy of unknown origin, the number of which is about 300.

It must be said that the Lord of Rune's tribe is also prepared for this situation. Because there are only a hundred of them, but all of them are elite: all of them have Chaos armor, and they are led by a Chaos Champion. This configuration of combat power gives them a great advantage against ordinary tribal armies (i.e., ordinary believers who are mixed with a large number of marauders and are not even marauders). According to the usual logic, this means that there are more than 500 people on top of 100 people.

But there is no doubt that although they were prepared, they still did not anticipate the strength of the enemy. This menacing enemy who doesn't know where it came from is also all elite. Except for a few Marauders, all of them are elites wearing Chaos Heavy Armor. And, to the point of twitching, there was a man standing on the front line opposite, who was not wearing armor or carrying a weapon.

A wizard.

There were no opening remarks, no explanations, and no identifications, and the two sides lined up almost simultaneously to prepare for battle. Then according to the old rules, the magic comes first. The wizard on the opposite side summoned Tzeentch's power, and the pink dimensional flame was summoned, which seemed gentle and harmless, but in fact it was full of murderous intent. While a hundred people were praying for the wizard's magic to fail, another three hundred were praying for the magic to succeed. With a gesture from the wizard, the flames fanned out.

In an instant, more than ten people were engulfed in flames, and many of them were directly turned into charcoal in this Yuan Flame. Even if the rest is not dead, there is only one breath left.

Then, with a brutal cry full of bestiality, the two armies rushed forward, crashing into each other like a tumbling flood.

The scale of this battle was small, but the cruelty was no less than that of a real battle. Both sides were elite warriors, no one retreated, no one hesitated, and for a moment, the clashing of steel, the cries of battle, and the wails of the dying came and went. The Chaos Champion was mixed in with the dense crowd of fierce battles, and went all the way forward like an inconspicuous wave, wielding his mace to fight. His enemies either didn't notice his armor, or they did, rushed up in one after another, trying to pounce him completely in the heat of battle. But unfortunately, the Chaos Champion is the Chaos Champion after all, wielding a mace to be invincible all the way, and all those who tried to drown this wave fell down with regret.

With superior forces, the enemy flanked from both flanks and gradually formed an encirclement, trying to swallow up this small but stubborn enemy. But the Chaos Champion's subordinates on the battlefield were like a solid wall, firmly holding the enemy's offensive in front of him. The mace in his hand is perfect for dealing with heavily armored enemies, and if hit, the huge impact can directly blow up the armor and the human body under the armor.

The battle is getting fiercer, and the Chaos Champions are fighting their way forward. He knew that there was a huge disparity in numbers, and that the other party had more magic to help. He must rely on this initial sharpness to kill the enemy's commander as quickly as possible to have a chance of victory. In fact, as long as the battle drags on, he will definitely lose.

Then suddenly, the dense formation of the enemy in front of him parted, and an ominous figure appeared in front of him. It was a man wearing Chaos armor, but his armor was so different from ordinary Chaos Warriors that one could instantly recognize this one of his extraordinary status.

Chaos Lord...... A Chaos Lord!, he realized it immediately. And in this vicinity, there is only one Chaos Lord (there was one more, but he is dead), and that is the Chaos Lord of unknown origin of the Silent Panic Tribe.

He stopped, and the two men around him rushed forward and rushed towards the Chaos Lord. However, despite their bravery, in front of the Chaos Lord, ordinary Chaos warriors are always a little less courageous. The magic two-handed sword in the opponent's hand flew in the air, and the tip of the sword flashed with a chilling light. Almost as soon as he saw two Chaos warriors fall under his sword.

Then the Chaos Lord's gaze came. In those terrifying eyes under the helmet, there was not the slightest hesitation or pity, only endless murderous opportunities.

Chance! He suddenly realized it. That Chaos Lord was too careless. He wanted a heads-up one-on-one. But the mace against the two-handed sword, he has an advantage in weapons. You know, the mace is a bulky weapon, even a magic sword can't cut it off, as long as he can break the opponent's long sword, then he has a chance.

He rushed forward and slammed it down with a blow. This guy was fooled! He was ecstatic to find that the other party really swung his sword to resist, and immediately added all his strength to his arms. As long as he hits the ground, he can break the opponent's sword, and even make the opponent stagger a few steps, and then he has a chance......

The mace and the two-handed sword were not at all focused, not so much that he had hit, but that he had smashed into the air. Only then did he be surprised to find the opponent's footwork - it was obviously a sword swing to block the grid, but the opponent's footsteps didn't know when to move a few steps into the oblique stab. The sword is ostensibly blocked, but in fact it is unloaded to the edge.

His mace missed, and before he could retract his weapon, the tip of his two-handed longsword was already in front of him. With a soft pop, the sword stabbed him through the neck, where there was no armor to protect it, and splattered a beautiful flower of blood. So his body stagnated, he fell backwards abruptly, and finally fell on his back in a pool of blood.

Another Chaos Warrior grabbed up and swung his axe at the Chaos Lord's head. But the Chaos Lord's movements were much faster, and he only managed to turn sideways slightly to avoid the axe, and then returned his hand and drew his sword.

The tip of the sword pierces the target's chest with precision. The Chaos Warrior threw away his weapon in disbelief, clutching his hands to the fatal wound on his chest, blood gushing from his fingers, and he finally collapsed into the pile of corpses unwillingly, until the moment he lay down, his eyes were still wide open, as if he couldn't accept this cruel reality.

The Chaos Lord raised his sword towards the sky. It seemed to be a signal that the battle stopped in an instant. His men remained vigilant and slowly retreated. But only a little back, still maintaining the encirclement of the enemy.

I don't know who to start with, but the warriors of the Lord of Rune's tribe who were surrounded began to drop their weapons. Their leader, the Chaos Champion, is dead, and the rest of the people have lost their will to fight. If the fighting continues, it will only lead to a much larger slaughter. And because they broke through with all their might, they have now fallen into the encirclement, and it is impossible to even retreat and escape.

The process of cleaning up the battlefield is simple. The victors began to raid the battlefield as was customary. The scale of the battle was small, but the proportion of casualties was not small. Half of the 100-strong troops of the Runelord Tribe's tribe had fallen on the battlefield, and the victors had also paid more than twenty casualties. The area was like a colorful dye shop, red and white intertwined, and finally slowly all evolved into dark red.

The captives stood on the sidelines with their heads bowed, waiting for the verdict of the victors. Fortunately, well-informed people know that the Chaos Lord does not worship apocaustism, which means that he has no particular interest in slaughter - but rather the need to look at the facts. Tzeentch's followers are all utilitarian considerations of this reality. However, if he felt that it would be advantageous to kill the captives, the Chaos Lord would not hesitate to do so.

The Chaos Lord stood in front of them, sweeping the crowd with a shuddering gaze. He looked at it repeatedly, but he didn't know what he was thinking. Finally, he shook his head slightly.

At that moment, all the captives felt that the end was coming.

But the next moment, the Chaos Lord turned to leave, and the wizard who had cast the spell before stepped forward and announced the good news to them.

All captives had a choice, and that was to choose to join the team of the winners. The Chaos Lord known as Ashrufat allowed them to retain their original faith, and he allowed them to leave his army freely as long as they survived three battles. Of course, the captives could also disagree with this condition - this choice came at a cost, that is, they would be summarily executed.

For the captives, no one will choose the second.

The victor's team left before night fell completely. In this bloody meadow, there are still people who are not dead gurgling blood, bringing the most nutritious fertilizer to this land. For the victors, they have no name, no story, no hope, no future, only a silent death.

This is what happens every day in the realm of chaos.