Section 2 Prisoners

It was a very strong intuition, and for a moment, an indescribable sense of fear swept through her body, making her body unable to move for a while.

This powerful sense of deterrence...... This one...... This guy ...... It's amazing.

In the next moment, she noticed that the other party had moved. It's hard to describe the other person's movements, and he doesn't seem to be particularly athletic, but by the time she realized it, the other party had crossed the long distance between the two sides and stopped about ten steps in front of her.

The sword that had been placed by the campfire was already in his hand. The scabbard had been discarded at some point, and the blade of the sword faintly reflected the light of fire in the darkness, like a bolt of lightning.

In the dark, the two men were stalemate with each other. On the surface, she seems to be on the dominant side, as she holds a crossbow in her hand. With the flick of her fingers, she can shoot powerful arrows. The distance between the two sides is only ten paces, and that's exactly where the crossbow is at its most powerful - a distance where it's almost impossible to shoot unless your hands are shaking.

But there was a visceral instinct that warned her. As long as she snaps her fingers, she will never see the sun tomorrow again.

The two of them confronted each other in the night, their bodies as if they had turned into stone, motionless.

It took all her strength to regain a little of her ability to move her body. Although she did not look down on the weak and incompetent Southerners, who fought by stone castles and gunpowder, she had heard such legends. Among the weak southerners, there are also some unusually strong warriors who occasionally appear.

Let's say this one...... The murderous aura on this one, the powerful pressure...... This one should be the kind of hero who has harvested countless lives under his hands. Just now, the other party actually gave up the short spear and took the sword, from this point of view, he should be a swordsman?

The southern swordsman took a half-step forward. It seems that he doesn't want to be so deadlocked anymore.

She made her choice in an instant.

"Wait!" she cried out. She spoke the lingua franca, albeit with a slight accent, but the southern swordsman should be able to understand it.

The Southern Swordsman really stopped, and those eyes looked at her coldly.

"I ...... I...... I surrender, but you ...... Can't kill me!" she said with courage. She could be sure that the other party had come alone. Such a powerful warrior, come alone...... Nine out of ten are inspired by the gods. However, she was not sure who had been inspired by this one.

If it is a terrorist, surrender is tantamount to death. If you want to surrender at the hands of the sadistic believers and save your life, you need to walk like an artifact of luck.

The Southern Swordsman didn't answer, only the deep killing intent in his eyes seemed to fade a little. Maybe he was wondering why he said that. Those southerners don't know anything about foreign lands. She wasn't a true Chaos warrior - she wasn't even a marauder - how could she possibly stand up to such a powerful swordsman?

"Lay down your arms. The Southern Swordsman finally spoke. Although the accent is slightly different, it is possible to communicate.

She immediately dropped the crossbow from her hand, then untied her short knife and threw it to the ground as well. To show that she was completely disarmed, she took a few steps back and raised her hands in a gesture.

The Southern Swordsman hesitated, but eventually he put away his sword and returned to where he had been roasting. This time, she followed.

"Sit. The Southern Swordsman pointed with his hand. In the light of the fire, she could easily see the obvious scar on the other party's face. This is the sharp weapon left on the bridge of the nose, as long as this blow is a minute and a half deeper, this one will not live today. But interestingly, the scar didn't make his face look hideous and ugly (which would have been hard to avoid).

She sat down obediently.

"What's your name?" asked the Southern Swordsman. As he spoke, he had re-sheathed his sword and tossed it aside. This move is a bit out of line with the habits of swordsmen. Could it be that she guessed wrong?

"My name is ...... Claire. ”

"My name is Ashrufat. Ashrufat said. "You are savage...... Why are you here alone?"

"I'm out hunting. Claire replied obediently. Just now, she was holding a crossbow and wanted to sneak over to make a sneak attack. Now she has become a captive of the other party. Fortunately, this person was clearly not a sadistic believer, otherwise she would have been killed when she dropped her weapon.

A moment ago, she was looking forward to getting plenty of loot to go back. Now she only hopes that she will survive: even if the man named Ashrufat is not a sadistic believer, she is not 100% sure of her safety.

The law of chaos is very realistic and cruel.

"You...... Where are the tribes?" Ashruphat was a little interested. Because it is impossible for a hunter to be too far away from his home. If there is no specific goal, the range of the hunt should be two to three days away from home. According to the book, in fact, the Chaos tribes also have their own inherent territories. Since this girl named Claire is here, then maybe ...... What could he know from this tribe about the Bloodfang Lord?

"Here...... ...... over there," Claire pointed with her hand. "A day's journey. She added.

"Is this your tribe's territory?" Ashrufat asked again. It's a little strange to say, after such a large-scale battle and so many casualties, how can these Chaos tribes dare to approach this side? This distance, even if it is beyond the control range of the patrol, is at least within the range of the scouts.

It must be admitted that since the establishment of the White Castle, the human civilized world has always taken gestures and has never taken the initiative to attack the forces of chaos. But this tribe is a little too bold. Either this tribe is powerful and not afraid of the attack of the Gruni Legion, or they are too ignorant to know that the situation here has changed radically.

"No, it's not ......," the girl replied hesitantly. "We are...... Nomadic comes. ”

It took a little while, and Ashrufat finally understood the general situation. In short, the girl's tribe had only migrated to this side during this time - because the area around it was so barren that no one had ever claimed sovereignty. In terms of time, the likelihood that they and the Bloodfang Lord and his party would miss out was far greater than the chance of meeting.

Well, really, isn't that lucky?, Ashrufat thought as he picked up the helmet he had just thrown on the ground. This helmet was found on the corpse of a suspected Bloodfang Lord's subordinate before, and it seemed to be just a very ordinary open-face helmet, not even face armor. However, the top of the helmet is carved with a very conspicuous Chaos symbol.

Eshurufat himself didn't intend to wear the helmet (and even if he did, it wasn't a good size), he was actually just interested in the Chaos symbol, thinking it might help him in his search, to be honest, a needle in a haystack.

As he pondered, his eyes were fixed on the campfire, so he didn't notice that the girl named Claire had also seen the helmet symbol, and that a look of fear had appeared on her face.

Because she recognized it, it was a symbol of sadism. She would never admit that each god had some symbol, badge or statue that represented him/herself. So when a believer prays to God sincerely, whenever possible, he should not pray to the air, but to these symbols, badges, or statues.

This man is a sadistic believer! There is no way a southerner can wear such a helmet. Now, the identity of this man is beyond doubt. He was inspired by fear.

And she knew that almost all those who had been inspired by the gods to come to the North (especially the Lone Travelers) were almost always powerful warriors or mages. Maybe the reason why she wasn't killed right away was because this person named Ashrufat wasn't very familiar with the laws of chaos for the time being?

The man dropped his helmet and looked up at her, as if wondering what to do. She quickly stretched out her hands.

"This ......" was silent for a few seconds, and Ashruphat finally spoke. "What do you mean?" he watched with a puzzled look as the girl straightened her hands side by side.

"You can tie me up. The girl said in a slightly trembling voice.

"Tie up?" Ashruphat was a little confused.

"I am your captive, your slave. If you tie me up, I won't run away. "Damn, she suddenly realized that she had said the wrong thing. She should have said, "I'm not going to run away." When this is over, the person may think that she is better dead than alive.

"You'll be able to go soon. Ashrufat found the conversation boring. He was already sure that this girl could not threaten him at all. Well, maybe she didn't have good intentions when she came just now, but anyway, the conversation just now was very helpful to him.

"No...... You said you wouldn't kill me!" Claire's face turned unusually pale.

The word "go" has multiple meanings in human language, one of which is death.

"Why should I kill you?" Ashruphat was even more confused.

"You ......" This time, Claire finally realizes that the other party is not playing some kind of cruel joke. All of a sudden, as is the nature of a girl of this age, she couldn't help but make another big mistake and say something stupid. "Blood God...... Didn't they all teach his followers to sacrifice him with killing and blood?"

"Blood God?" Ashruphat frowned. When he spat out the name, it looked like a piece of poison from his tongue. "I have nothing to do with him!" he looked at the girl, suddenly realizing that the other person was really not that old. Although she is well developed, she is only about fifteen or sixteen years old, and no more than eighteen years old at most.