Verse 26 returns

"You think I'm going to lay down my arms and choose hand-to-hand combat?" Ned's amusement at Eshurufat's actions. "Are you Southerners idiots?"

He had already expressed his killing intent so obviously, and the other party was still so idiotic to obey the rules. That's right, if he was in the tribe now, in full view (especially in Assowen's eyes), all Ned could do was drop his weapons and engage in hand-to-hand combat with no chance of winning.

However, there are no secular arbiters here. Slaanesh was not against the use of trickery in battle (among the four gods, it was Sadism that really opposed this, and Tzeentch was the one who agreed with this the most). It is impossible for him to abandon his weapons without using them, and to resort to hand-to-hand combat. Because even if he wore armor and the other party didn't wear it, he knew that he had no chance of winning with his bare hands. He was deeply impressed by the failure of that night.

In fact, strictly speaking, Ned was not as stupid as Ashrufat thought. This is actually a gap in the understanding of the two sides. Because according to common sense, in the process of training, a warrior must point all skill points on one weapon - everything means everything is scarce. Since Ashrufat's hand-to-hand fighting skills are so powerful, it shows that he is best at hand-to-hand combat. In other words, this means that his level is relatively loose when it comes to the use of weapons.

After all, Ashrufat is from the south. Although Ned had never been to the South, he had heard of some things about the South. The people of the South are weak in spirit and body, because they are not constantly tested by evil gods like the Chaos believers. Most of them grew up in a peaceful environment - of course, because they lacked the corresponding environment, the combat skills they learned were a bit flamboyant and unrealistic.

This is evident in the expression of Ashrufat. His bow and arrow skills were good, and his hand-to-hand combat skills were superb, however, Ned never saw him wield a weapon.

So Ned didn't think he was going to lose - in theory. He had no idea that Ashrufat's archery skills were mediocre (by Ashrufat's own standards), and that his hand-to-hand fighting skills - that fight with Ned were not even hand-to-hand combat skills, because Ashrufat didn't see it as a fight at all, so it was completely based on his superhuman reflexes and strength. It's enough to deal with a mere Chosen Warrior.

The weapon that Ashrufat really excels at is the two-handed sword, the Sword of Withering.

"It occurred to me ...... That tiara, you shouldn't have done it. Ashrufat asked suddenly.

"That's right, but unfortunately it didn't work. Ned said. "Because then you're going to die more painfully. The wandering hunter tribe often roasted and ate captured enemies over fire. ”

"Oh, even if you want me to die, you won't let Claire die too. ”

"Of course she's not going to die. Ned replied. As he said this, he was already starting to move his steps and slowly approaching his opponent. "You're the only one who is dead. How could a girl like her be killed? They didn't know that she was a marauder, so she would only become a slave at best......"

"Hey, that's ruining Asowen's plans. Ashrufat was still a little puzzled. After all, in his senses, this small tribe is still relatively united within - the smaller the group, the easier it is to unite.

"Of course not!" Ned said. "This matter will not have any impact, because I have received the key information that the Qajar tribe will launch an offensive in three days. In other words, the decisive battle took place in three days...... A result will be available after a maximum of five days. So this work of raising military rations is meaningless, it is just a means of Asowen as a precautionary measure. ”

As they spoke, the two men were already five paces apart. However, this was Ned's one-sided approach, and Ashrufat stood completely still. This is already the attack range of the spear. Ned's pace of progress has also slowed. When fighting with unarmed people with weapons, the key is the first blow. If the opponent takes advantage of the situation and grabs the joints or something, there is a risk that the weapon will be taken away. Although Ned is confident in himself, he is still cautious.

"I really want to know, why do you think you can't beat me with your bare hands, but you have a chance of winning with a weapon?" asked Ashrufat. "If I have an opponent who can't win with my bare hands, I definitely don't think that I have a good chance of winning when I take up arms. Because beating me with bare hands means the opponent's reaction speed, power skills, strength and agility...... It's all going to be above me......" He chuckled as he looked at the heavy axe in Ned's hand and then at the heavy armor on his body.

"Forget it, when I didn't say it. He shrugged. After all, what he had in front of him was just a Chosen Warrior.

Ned stepped forward again. This distance was already the distance of battle, and he no longer cared about what Eshurufat was saying. As a Chosen Warrior, he could sense the sense of danger emanating from the other party. But his reason told him that since the other party had stupidly chosen to fight with his bare hands, it was extremely beneficial to him and had a great chance of winning.

"Well, I'll sue you for something. Ashrufat said, staring at Ned's face. "Actually...... What I'm really good at is swordsmanship!"

In the next moment, a gorgeous two-handed long sword appeared in his hand, and the energy that was clearly visible to the naked eye was wrapped around the blade. Then, the magic greatsword greatsword was swung up, and the blade let out a terrible roar as it sliced through the air.

At the last second, Ned subconsciously remembered the incident at the tribal meeting: the defeated Sadistic Chaos Champion was killed in the forest by an unknown person. Although Assowen believes that there is no need to pursue this matter, this question is always in everyone's mind. Who is it that has the strength to kill a champion of abusiveness alone? Who is it that can disappear in obscurity after doing such a thing?

Now, he knows the answer. Of course, it was too late to know.

......

Ashruphat returned to the campfire with his sword. At the campfire were a trembling mute old man and an equally nervous Claire.

"Aerufat, are you back?" Claire breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Aerufat appear.

"Well, it's fine. Ashrufat sat down. "Met a fool. He said in a relaxed tone, returning the crossbow behind him to Claire.

Claire noticed that the crossbow was still intact - it hadn't been fired at all. Her eyes turned to Ashrufat.

"An idiot. Ashrufat said. "They were waiting for me to draw my sword, so I threw a stone at it. ”

"And then?"

"The idiot fled with a bloody head. Ashrufat replied casually. "Stupid, isn't it?"

The mute old man breathed a sigh of relief. He doesn't look ready to pursue more, and Claire isn't that easy to deceive. Her eyes were full of doubt. She took the sword from Ashrufat's hand—the same ordinary sword that Essrubat had with him—and drew it and looked at it.

There was no trace of blood on the blade at all, nor did it smell of blood. This means that Ashrufat had never fought with this sword at all. Since the crossbow had not been used, and the sword had not been used, the only explanation was that Ashrufat had spoken.

But, perhaps from some kind of female intuition, she felt that something must have happened, at least not as simple as Ashrufat suggested. So she looked Ashrufat up and down, trying to find out what truth he was hiding.

"What are you looking at me for, are you worried about me?" asked Ashrufat. "Don't worry, I'm not hurt. ”

"Who...... Who's worried about you!, but if you die, I'll be nerve-wracking!" Claire looked away with all her might. "And I think, those warriors who wander in the wilderness...... Not so easy to deal with. ”

"That's also a grade. I guess the one I met this time is someone who has just started his wandering career. Ashrufat replied. "He doesn't even have Chaos armor. He smiled. "I guess he's not going to have a chance to win the favor of the gods. ”

"Why don't you chase it?"

"Why should I chase him? He ran away. Ashrufat asked rhetorically. "Presumably he wouldn't dare to launch such a stupid challenge again. And tomorrow, we will arrive at the tribe, and then there will be no need to worry. ”

......

Claire returned to the tribe the next afternoon. This time, the leader of the tribe, the sorcerer Assowen, even went outside to greet the returning cart.

This successful trade is significant. On the one hand, this truckload of dry food is enough for all the people to eat for five days, which is equivalent to allowing the tribe to have enough time for five days to wait patiently for the fighters without giving up the opportunity due to food restrictions. On the other hand, Claire brings key intel about the Roaming Hunter Tribe.

Although Claire had only sat in the camp, she hadn't even had a chance to learn more about the details of the Wandering Tribe. But that's enough. The Wandering Hunter Tribe is ready for war, and the entire tribe is on high alert from the inside out. This means that the two sides will be at war in the near future.

For Asowen, who lacks his own strength and can only fish in troubled waters, this is very important information. And it can only be determined after entering the interior of the Roaming Hunter tribe in person.

In addition to this, Claire rightfully mentions the mysterious tiara. But at this point, even Asowen is a little baffled. Because although the tiara was sold to him by Claire, she gave it to a good woman. The woman later broke it and never wore it again. Then it was lost and never found again. Asowen can only roughly estimate that it may have been lost when the tribe migrated, but recently it fell into the hands of the wandering hunter tribe for some reason.

Although this matter is full of suspicions, there are no clues to speak of. Regardless, Claire successfully completed the deal and came back, so Asowen decided not to waste any effort in pursuing the matter.

In short, for Asowen's small tribe, it was a very happy outcome in the end. As a leader, Asowen praised Claire and gave her a helmet. In addition to this, although she is only a marauder, she has gained the power to participate in the tribal council. However, no one actually objected to this, and everyone believed that Claire becoming a Chaos Warrior was a sure thing, and it was also very certain that she would become a Chosen Warrior.