Section 52 Identity

Ashrufat had encountered this situation before, so he realized what had happened before the other person answered.

A Wandering Warrior...... Well, in the midst of chaos, this is not particularly unusual.

"I heard......" a voice came from afar, "any of you killed Chaos Lord Atolian?" I think will be this great hero. ”

The whole team looked at each other. Flint hesitated for a few seconds, but shouted anyway.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Sag. "That voice sounded far away, at least two hundred paces away...... Judging by the arrows just shot, this is about the same distance. "I heard of an amazing hero who killed the Chaos Lord Artorian in a close battle. ”

All eyes were on Flint—with the exception of Ashrufat, of course.

"What do you want?" Flynn shouted again. I'm afraid things are a little bit different. Although I don't know how Sag knew about this matter and how he found it, since he dared to take the initiative to find the door, there is no doubt that he is very confident in his own strength.

Confident enough to believe that he could defeat the "warrior who killed the Atolians". In this respect, he at least felt that he was no weaker than Atolian.

Flint knows exactly how he earned that fame. He also knew that if Artorian appeared in front of him again, he would have no chance of winning. However, the one who really defeated the Atolians, the Prince of Joy, was by his side at this moment. Otherwise, he might be finished today.

"I want to compare myself to this amazing warrior. Sag's voice drifted in the wind. There was a clear hint of excitement in his voice. Because after the conversation just now, he also knew that he had found the right target. The man who killed Atolian was in this small group. "I don't want anything but that. ”

The words had been said very clearly, and it was clear that Flint knew that it was impossible for him to pretend to be stupid.

"You want to fight?" he shouted.

"That's right, that's what it means. The other party became excited, "You should be the warrior." I'm waiting for you here, put on your armor, grab your weapons, and take a little more time to warm up. I want a suitable opponent. ”

"That's right, the man who killed the Atolian is here. Flint shouted. As he spoke, he peeked at Ashrufat, but the latter said nothing. "If you want a real fight, wait over there. ”

"I'm patient. ”

Without Flint opening his mouth, his men immediately brought in his weapons and armor (he had already taken off his armor and was ready to rest). Flint took a moment to put on his armor, but instead of taking his previous tomahawk, he replaced it with the magic spear he had picked up.

That's right, although the magic on this spear is only temporary and will fade after a while. But for now, at least, it's a magic weapon.

After making these preparations, he looked at the people around him. "Guard the camp, the horses, and the carts, and don't leave. Also, Ashrufat came with me. ”

It was a strange order, but it was obeyed by everyone. In this way, Flint, dressed in armor and armed with a spear, led Aerufat into the darkness. The rest of the men were tightly guarded by the carriage to prevent accidents.

It was dark all around, and they were out of sight of their companions after taking a few dozen steps forward. Flint, who had been walking in front of him with his chest held high, immediately withered, and he turned to look at Ashrufat.

"My lord, this matter ......"

"It's good that you do that. Ashrufat replied. Flint breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is this a common thing?" asked Ashrufat again.

"Rare. Flint replied. "This is the second time I've seen it. ”

"And last time?"

"I was a kid at the time...... As the tribe migrated, it encountered a challenge that stood in the way. The strongest of us went out to fight and never came back. Thankfully, the challenger killed a man and left. ”

As they spoke, they walked forward some distance further. According to the distance estimate, you should be able to see each other already. This place is actually a large area of bushes, but the sparse intervals do not prevent people from walking through it.

"Where are you, Sager?" called Flint.

"Here it is. ”

By the light of the stars and the moon, Flint saw a tall figure emerging out of nowhere. The man named Sag wears a heavy Chaos armor and wields a terrifyingly large greatsword in his hand. As he got closer, Flint realized that the man was so tall that he didn't look like a human. Flint wasn't short himself, but he didn't think he was taller than his shoulders, maybe not even his shoulder sockets.

This body type gives a great sense of intimidation. Combined with his set of chaotic armor that matched him, and the greatsword in his hand, Flint couldn't help but feel his body stiffen.

When he first faced Atolian, he didn't feel that way. After all, Atolian's body type is also the Cheng dù of ordinary people.

Sag stepped up and stopped ten paces away from them. He held a sword in his hand, but the tip of the sword was pointing downward. His gaze swept over Ashruphat and Flint, and then rested on Flint. The thing is obvious: Ashrufat is bare-handed and unclothed. Flint, on the other hand, wears full-body armor and holds a spear in his hand. A glimmer of magic wrapped around the spear, making it clear that the weapon was more dangerous than it looked.

"You're the one who killed the Atolians?" the man who called himself Sag asked. He didn't look at Ashruphat again. It's not his fault. Because anyone who doesn't know will think that this warrior in the armor of chaos and armed with a magic spear is the one who killed Atolian.

Ashrufat, who was bare-handed on the side, was more like a servant who accompanied his master as a witness.

"You want to challenge the people who killed the Atolians, and you're from the Qajar tribe?" said Ashrufat.

"Nope. After all the hard work to find a goal, Sag didn't mind a few words first. Just like a person who eats, as long as he is not hungry, it is not bad to sit at the table and smell the fragrance first. "I wanted to challenge Artorian, but I was surprised to find that he had been killed. So I had to go to the man who killed Atolian. ”

"How did you find here?" asked Ashrufat

"I've found your tribe. Sag replied. "They told me to come here to you. His eyes looked at Flint. "Your name is Flint, right? I can't believe that you're just a mere chosen warrior who can kill Chaos Lord Artorian? ”

In particular, although it was Ishrufat and Sag who were talking, his gaze never lingered on Ashrufat. He kept his eyes on Flint.

The feeling of being ignored was very uncomfortable, so Ashrufat coughed lightly and took a half-step forward to block Flint.

This action immediately caught the attention of the other man - for it was not the action of a servant. Even more confusing was that Flint made an evasive move. Anyone, as long as he is not a fool, can tell from the body language of these two men that if these two men are master and servant, then Ashrufat is the master of the two.

"Who are you?" said Sag clenched his sword. Strange to say, at first he had no feelings for this person, but when he looked closely at this stranger with a striking scar on the bridge of his nose, he faintly felt a sense of unease. It was a warrior's instinct that told him about danger.

But reason gives an answer that is different from instinct. After all, this stranger was unarmed and unclothed. What is there to fear from a person who doesn't even have Chaos armor?

"My name is Ashrufat. Ashrufat replied. "Well, well, I'm the one who killed Atolian. ”

"Third-rate lies!" said Sager, scoffing at this. "Have the followers of the Prince of Joy also begun to learn to lie, how can a man who doesn't even have Chaos armor have the record of killing a Chaos Lord?"

"Well, there's a reason for that. Ashrufat thought for a moment. "If I'm not mistaken, you're supposed to be a Chaos Champion?"

"Akhhar has given me this honor. Sag replied. It took a few seconds for Ashrufat to remember that Akhar was another name for sadism. "Did you really kill Atolian?" he was genuinely skeptical.

"Believe it or not...... You'll know if you've beaten it. But before I do it, I want to ask, what kind of duel are you going to have with me?" Ashrufat gestured to his clothes. "As you can see, I'm a southerner. In our kingdom, there are different types of duels. ”

"A fight of life and death. Sag said without hesitation.

"You don't deserve to fight me to the death. Ashrufat replied. "I'll beat you, but I'll spare your life...... Well, try to spare your life. Let's make a pact, if I win, you will answer my question obediently. ”

Sag couldn't help but laugh. He had never seen anything so ridiculous, and no one who didn't even have Chaos armor would say that he had killed Artorian, and then that he would spare his life. Leaving room is a simple thing to say, but it is almost impossible to do in a life-and-death battle. You have to be more than one cut stronger than the other person to be qualified to spare their lives.

"No problem. He said. "If I lose, don't answer your questions, let me be your retinue. This is a meaningless agreement, if the other party is really strong to this point, then being the other party's entourage is not only not a shame, but also an honorable thing. "But first, tell me who you are. You're not just a marauder, are you?"

"I'm Ashrufat," Ashrufat replied with a smile. "Chaos Lord Aeshurufat. ”

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