Section 31 Elections

Night battles are actually very different from daytime battles. One of them is that it is easy to form a melee situation, rather than two sides fighting in formation. Moreover, it is difficult for both sides of the fighting to assess the progress of the fighting.

This battle was won by Asowen's army. The whole tribe knows this from top to bottom. In fact, the number of warriors on both sides is about the same, and the number of Chaos warriors (the genuine kind) of the Wandering Hunter tribe is much higher. But one side launched a night attack, and the other side was unprepared. On one side is recuperating and preparing for a long time, and on the other side is a demoralized fugitive team. In this case, there is no possibility that the battle will have a second outcome at all.

So it can be imagined that Asowen's subordinates have high morale and are full of desire to fight from top to bottom. And their opponents are not strong in their will to resist. But, after all, both sides are Chaos warriors, and the night always shelters the weaker side from the enemy's eyes. The battle dragged on until dawn.

But after dawn, both sides saw the results of the battle. Now, there is no left to chance, and the enemy, who has no way to escape, is forced to surrender in its entirety. Assowen's long-term planning finally bore fruit, and he won a complete victory.

But, perhaps, a joke of fate, the victory was brilliant, but a small problem went wrong.

That's right, just a small problem: the leader of the tribe, the wizard Assowen, was actually cut down with an axe by an enemy Chaos warrior who broke through the siege - not dead, but almost dead. The injuries were severe and unconscious.

This is not actually a tactical fault. Think about it, in the dark of night, if you encircle the enemy with a force that does not have an advantage, this encirclement must not be very tight. Then, a small group of elite fighters on the other side, extremely lucky, inexplicably passed through the gap in the attack and rushed all the way to the front of Asowen.

Wizards' magic is powerful, and a single spell that can easily take down dozens of people and even change the outcome of a battle. However, when attacked, wizards are weaker than ordinary marauders. After all, pillagers are usually equipped with leather armor (or other captured armor), while few wizards wear armor.

The winds of magic are invisible, and any additional physical burden will put an unnecessary burden on the mage's mind, thus affecting him to perform magic. According to a common sense of magic (this is true for both Chaos and the Central Seven), armor-piercing spells can only be done through special training. And who in this world would let a precious magician go to the front line to be stabbed and go out of his way to learn such a skill?

At this moment, the battlefield has calmed down. Some fighters who don't know the truth are there to complete the post-war affairs according to the usual rules. There a few men counted the spoils, others guarded the captives, all of whom had been disarmed and gathered together, sitting with their heads in their hands, waiting for the verdict of the victors. Others searched around to see if there were survivors. Assowen's previous planning was very thoughtful, and he took all aspects into account with the rigor of a magician, even how to clean up the battlefield as quickly as possible after victory.

Perhaps the only thing he didn't take into account was the situation in front of him.

On the edge of the battlefield, on a slightly higher hillside, in a pile of bushes, the wizard Asowen lay on the ground with his eyes closed, surrounded by seven or eight people.

Asowen's body had been bandaged, but everyone could tell that his injuries were severe. It's the kind of near-fatal injury. In other words, you don't know if a person with this kind of injury will survive or how long he will live. In short, there is an obvious problem that must be solved immediately.

Now, who is going to lead this tribe.

If this battle is lost, it will be fine. There is no other way to escape, to descend. But for now, it's a victory. Although this tribe is not very powerful, you can't deny that it has developed extremely well, and may even have received extra attention from the Prince of Joy. If it is said that it falls apart with the death of Asowen and goes its separate ways, this is the ending that no one wants to see.

If Ned is still around, things will be easy to work out. The leader died, and the number two came on top to become the new leader. As the chosen warrior, Ned is barely qualified to be the leader of this small tribe.

But both of these assumptions are just hypotheses. So the question immediately became a complex one. Now, who can replace Asowen as the leader of the tribe?

Most of the seven people around him were Chaos warriors with Chaos armor, and the remaining one was the tribe's new marauder, Claire.

Claire carried a bloody helmet, specifically a helmet part of Chaos armor. The owner of this armor is the Chosen Warrior who slashed Assowen. From the bloodstains on this helmet, it is easy to guess what fate has befallen its owner.

That's right, it was Claire who killed the other party. The exact process of the battle was simple: Claire's lucky crossbow shot through the gap in her opponent's armor and pierced the skull of the Chosen Warrior. It's not a glamorous way of fighting for Chaos - because the gods tend to be more melee - but victory is victory.

A circle of people surrounded Asowen, silent. Although the words that everyone wanted to say in their stomachs were similar, no one spoke first at this time.

"Everyone. The silence continued for a while, and at last someone spoke. "Asowen may not be able to serve for the time being. He was very tactful, but everyone knew what he was trying to say. "We need a ...... The one who temporarily succeeded Asowen. ”

That being said, Asowen had always been the only leader of the tribe. And no one thought that such an accident would happen in such a battle with a great chance of winning, or even a sure win.

There is no such person in the tribe today who can be unanimously recognized by all the Chaos warriors. If you want to make a recommendation, I'm afraid every Chaos Warrior will recommend themselves.

This sentence is like a signal. All the Chaos Warriors began to look at each other, wanting to get support from others. As mentioned earlier, the promotion of the Chaos Warrior is recognized by the evil god, and his armor is the best illustration of his ability. Some people rely on strength, some rely on agility, some rely on experience, and some rely on skill to get this status. In the same class, unless there is a life-and-death duel, you will not know which is stronger or weaker. In fact, even in a life-and-death duel, it is impossible to determine which is stronger or weaker - there are many factors that affect the battle, especially when the strength is close.

In other words, no one can be sure that they will win the race.

But to be the head of the tribe: the benefits are self-evident. The first is to be able to get closer to the gods. As in all other places in this world, whenever a god is worshipped, the person of higher status is always closer to the altar. The second is to have more opportunities to show their strength: for those who are full of ambition and want to develop further, strength and opportunity are always indispensable. Of course, in addition to these two points, there are many other benefits, such as private enjoyment, such as giving orders, and so on.

"Everyone. Someone finally spoke. This one was the oldest Chaos warrior in the tribe, and his name was Moor—he wasn't an old man, but he was already on the threshold of old age. "I'm old. This time, I am willing to give up the opportunity to take Assowen's place temporarily. He coughed softly. "So, I want me to preside over an election to elect the most qualified person to take Assowen's place for the time being. What do you think?"

As we all know, if human beings enter old age, strength, reflexes, and endurance will have a very obvious decline. Unless he can get the favor of the evil god, it is impossible for an old man to have a chance to go further. However, the evil gods believe in the principle of "survival of the fittest." So, if there is no miracle, this veteran soldier has no hope of getting a higher position. He just wanted to live now, not become a lone wanderer and end up being swallowed up by this wilderness.

The words of the veteran were echoed by all. When a person voluntarily withdraws from the competition, his position is always easily seen as impartial.

The next thing was quickly discussed, and after a brief discussion, everyone unanimously decided to temporarily block Assowen's news, at most saying that he had suffered some minor injuries. An election is held by all eligible people from the entire tribe, presided over by veterans. Of course, this is only the position of "temporary" Asowen, so there is no need to ask Prince Huanyu for approval or anything. The rest of the matter will be discussed until Asowen recovers from his injuries or dies of his injuries.

Now that the decision has been made, the rest of the matter will go smoothly. The victor cleaned up the battlefield and buried all the corpses by the way—normally, barbarians do not have this habit, but this time Asowen had already made this decision in order to completely cover his tracks. Because the carcass can easily attract the scavenging birds, and then the eye-catching scene of these birds gathering together can attract unnecessary third parties. After doing the necessary cover-ups, the victors returned to their camp with numerous prisoners and wagons of booty.

......

Ashrufat looked up at the sky. In the distant sky, there seemed to be a small cloud of mist. But the cloud was very black, darker than the one that preceded the downpour, and it was only a small clump.

"What's that?" Ashrufat asked softly.

"Raven. Claire replied. She was visibly absent-minded at this point. "There's a lot of food for them. ”

The meaning of this phrase is that there was a battle there and many people died. There is only one reason why so many scavengers are attracted in this area: the fleeing tribe of wandering hunters has been overtaken by the Qajars. It can be judged that Assowen's actions are well arranged (if you do not take into account the accident that he was cut off with an axe), and this battle is a great victory on the one hand, and on the other hand, the danger is well avoided.

Ashrufat also took part in this battle. Asowen fulfilled his previous promise to Ashrufat, but he was not polite at all. Ashrufat had been tasked with the scouts on this periphery.

"Athoven is injured, you say, do I have a chance?" Claire asked suddenly.

"Do you mean the election?" Ashrufat already knew about it.

"Well, I've already been nominated. I'm not yet a Chaos Warrior, but ...... I can also participate in the election. ”

As mentioned earlier, although Claire is only a marauder, it is rare for a person who has just come of age to become a marauder in such a short period of time. Moreover, everyone knows that her parents are very capable, and she has inherited her parents' excellent talents since she was a child. Although she doesn't have Chaos armor yet, almost everyone thinks that it is only a matter of time before she becomes a Chaos Warrior, and there is basically no doubt that she will become a Chosen Warrior, even if she is a champion samurai. Yes, there aren't many female Chaos champions, but that's not to say that there aren't, and it's even more common under the Prince of Joy.