Section XXXIII Discovery

The result of the vote was as Esseurofat had predicted, with Claire getting the most votes.

If this is a chamber of commerce, then I am afraid that everyone will be fooled behind their backs, but on the surface they have to congratulate the winner. But unfortunately, this is the Chaos Tribe.

In the Chaos Tribe, there are only customs, not laws. This sentence has multiple meanings, one of which is: as long as you are strong enough, then no qiē rules can bind you.

It was the one who had the best chance of winning the election who spoke out, and of course, this is normal. His name is Flint, and he's a promising young Chaos warrior in the tribe. He earned his Chaos armor by killing four Sadistic Cultists in the last battle, and this time, he killed two more opponents in the Night Battle, both Chaos Warriors. This is a remarkable feat, although it is not enough to be promoted by the Prince of Joy to be promoted to the Chosen Warrior and share her divine grace, but it is also relatively close to that goal.

It can be said politely that if he can win one or two more battles, then as long as he does not die or cripple, then becoming a Chosen Warrior is a sure thing. This is also the reason for his fierce opposition. Because it is an obvious possibility that if he presents this victory to the Prince of Joy as the leader of the tribe, perhaps he will directly become the Chosen Warrior.

That's right, as a leader, there is this special treatment. Because in this respect, the concept of the evil god is also very similar to the common concept in southern society: the victory of the subordinates is the victory of the leader, and the achievements of the subordinates are the achievements of the leader.

In the last battle to defeat the Sadistic Warband, Asowen's three spells played a crucial role. But even if Asowen didn't do anything, as long as he won the final victory, the glory and divine grace he received would not be diminished at all.

There is an irony of this phenomenon that is vivid: it is the soldiers who fight, but the king becomes a hero.

"This is cheating, why was that little girl chosen? He is not even a Chaos Warrior!"

"This is a fair election. Moore replied firmly. From this point of view, the magic brooch is really worth the money. "If anyone thinks there's a drawback, I don't mind taking everything out and having everyone check it out. If I'm not mistaken, Flint, you voted for Claire too. ”

"This election is invalid!" Flint didn't care what the other party said, and he wasn't interested in looking for any evidence of cheating. "What qualifications does that little girl have to lead us in place of Assowen?!"

"So do you think someone is more suitable?" someone spoke, and everyone was stunned for a moment, because it was Ashrufat, the cook of the tribe, who spoke.

"Of course!" Flint didn't lose any of his momentum, and he turned to face the interrupter.

"For example, you?" asked Ashrufat.

"That's right. Flint replied proudly. This is also in line with the chaotic way of thinking. Chaos doesn't have that twisting and pinching, wanting to welcome and refuse, curvy way of speaking, what can be obtained has to be obtained, and it is not afraid to say it. Of course, if your self-confidence is of the type that doesn't make sense, then you're going to have to pay for your stupidity right away.

Ashrufat had been watching from the side for a short while, so he now knew the general situation. The Flint is clearly the No. 1 seed, but it's a pity that although he is the No. 1, he doesn't have any obvious distance from the No. 2 and No. 3 (otherwise, there would be no such election and dispute, and he would have taken the position). At this moment, most of the people except him were silent. Some people should have the same thoughts as Flint, but they are not as lawless as he is, and directly ignore the vow he just made to the Prince of Joy. Others didn't have a great chance, but simply waited to see if they could fish in troubled waters.

"Whether it's suitable or not, you can know it by comparing it. Ashrufat said. "Let's say, now there's a heavy dà problem. If you think you're a good fit, you should be able to fix it. ”

"What's the problem?" was not only Flint, but also Moore.

"Qajar's patrol force is expected to arrive in the area soon. Ashrufat shrugged and replied. "If we can't wipe them all out, we're probably done. ”

"This can't be!" several people shouted at the same time.

"On the way back, I saw a lot of scavenging birds...... More is like an extra cloud in the sky. It's not something I've run far to see. Ashrufat shrugged. "What does this mean, you say?"

"This ......," Moore hesitated. Although he didn't want to admit it, there was really only one explanation for this phenomenon.

"They were bitten and escaped long enough before they were finally wiped out. Ashrufat said. "I guess they went in different directions, but then they fled to the neighborhood. You can pretend not to know, or think that the Prince of Joy can shelter us from under the noses of our enemies. But I don't think it's a good idea. ”

"I have a mention that all those who feel they are more suitable to take on the temporary role of Assowen can try to kill the scouts of the Qajars. Ashrufat said. "I think it's the best way to prove what you're capable of. The scout team of Qajar is usually five to fifteen people. ”

When he said this, everyone fell silent. Strange to say, this southerner named Ashrufat is obviously just a cook, but there is naturally a majesty in his words. Almost all of them did not refute his suggestion. Even Flint kept his mouth shut.

Take out a few scouts - literally, it's a simple matter. Scouts are usually pillagers, and there's no reason why a Chaos Warrior can't beat a pillager. However, the crux of the matter is that behind the scouts is a large army of Qajar.

The strength of the Qajar tribe is at least ten times that of them. And what's worse is that now the Qajars are able to use all their forces against them without worrying about anything else.

Defeating a scout force is easy, but if you let one of the scouts escape, it ...... I'm afraid it's going to turn into a tragedy. There was no hope in this kind of disparity of battle, not to mention that even the only magical force in the tribe, Asowen, was lying down at this time.

But if you don't fight, you can't do it. Although they tried their best to cover up the battlefield. But that was only a rough treatment, just to cover it up in the short term. If you really let the Qajars come over...... Well, people are also serious marauder scouts, how can they be wrong about this kind of thing?

"Let me come!" After struggling with hesitation for a few seconds, Flint finally made a decision. He reached out a hand and used his knife to cut a scar on his arm, dripping blood onto the altar. This is an oath of blood, and it is not ordinary. "I swear to the Prince of Joy that I will prove my ability with actual results!"

He knew what this oath meant, the laws of chaos were harsh. If he fails, he will have nothing, and even if he survives, he will never come out on top. When it comes to losers, the evil gods are always cruel and ruthless. If he had failed and survived, no matter how painfully he struggled to earn glory in the future, the Chaos Gods would never have set their sights on him for even a moment.

However, he was not willing to let such an opportunity miss in front of him in any way.

After this vow, no one spoke again. Even Claire stood aside and acquiesced. In a short period of time, Flint had indeed gained the authority he needed. "I want twenty people. Flint said. This is a good amount, and the more people the operation is, the better, because too many people will make them easier to detect by the enemy.

"You, come with me. His gaze rested on Ashruphat and said hatefully. With a hunch, he already knew that this election must be the work of this southerner. Claire couldn't have come up with such a trick by this little girl, and these Southerners—everyone knows, Southerners almost all have a bunch of tricks.

Ashrufat shrugged and made a "it doesn't matter" gesture.

......

A detachment of centaurs appears on the edge of the battlefield.

This is where last night's successful raid took place. After a rough arrangement, the corpse was buried, but this was actually only hidden for a short time. There are many bloodthirsty creatures in the realm of Chaos, even rats, who will not refuse a free meal of flesh and blood. The smell of blood that had not yet dissipated in the air had attracted the little beasts, some of whom had already dug through the not-so-thick earth and began to enjoy their meals.

This situation would have been indifferent. Because the real intention of burying the corpse is to prevent scavenging birds. Because it's the scavenging birds that really cause trouble – these birds are clustered together like dark clouds that can be observed from a great distance.

In fact, after a long time, the corpse will naturally be dragged out of the dirt by all kinds of beasts. However, Asowen didn't want to delay for long, as long as he could hold out for five or ten days. In his original vision, it was an easy thing to do.

But the so-called people are not as good as the sky. First, he himself was severely wounded by an axe - and that's it. But to make matters worse, another group of wandering hunters who were chased by the Qajars fled all the way to this place in a panic, and then they discovered this battlefield that would not have been discovered. At this point, perhaps it can only be said that it is providential.

The team was not very numerous, only a dozen or so. Like all barbarians, these men wore beards, braided hair, and were clothed in the fur of wolves, bears, and other unnamed beasts. But unlike the other barbarians, their muscular bodies are covered in intricate scars (some of which are even new), and their strong arms are covered in crude jewels.

Only the victors who have just made a good trophy will dress up like this.

Half of them wore Chaos armor, especially the one in the lead. He wore a piece of armor with a different shape - a glance at it showed that it was more delicate, lighter, and better defensive. The cuirass of the armor bears the mark of abusiveness. Anyone who has dealt with the forces of chaos knows that the significance of this armor is by no means limited to the armor itself, but means that it is far superior to the status of ordinary chaos warriors. At the very least, a Chaos Champion can have such a gift from an evil god.

At this moment, several marauders had jumped off their horses and went to the grave to dig directly with their hands. The grave wasn't deep, so it was easy for them to find the information they were looking for.

"Master," the marauder immediately reciprocated. "It's the people who wander the tribe of hunters. ”

"It's funny. The one in the lead whispered to himself. "Someone is attacking the survivors of the Wandering Hunters out of sight, who is it, is there a tribe we don't know about in this area?"