Section 83 Cash

Before the crucial battle, many tribes believed that the battle would change - the loser would not be mentioned, and the winner would suffer heavy losses. It is generally believed that the coalition forces have more chances of winning, so a considerable number of spectators are thinking of their own wishful thinking. After the coalition wins, will the benefits be distributed according to the prior covenant, or will there be another battle? But if the latter is really born, then the owner of the salt pond is not necessarily: after a fierce battle, how much strength will the final victor have left? Although his own strength has no room for intervention now, when that time comes...... Who can be sure that these exhausted powerhouses will be able to protect their loot?

A lot of eyes were watching the fight. The result was unexpected, after a fierce battle, the commander of the Garth tribe, a Chaos Champion, was slain by a demon suddenly summoned by the Chaos Lord Aerufate - the battle was fierce, and the commander threw all his troops into battle, with not many people around him, only to be taken by surprise by the demon. This sudden accident instantly broke the deadlock of the battle and led to the rout of the Gass tribe.

This was normal - because a Chaos Lord summoned a demon, at least not so much as to be unimaginable - but what followed was incomprehensible. Seeing that the battle situation of the Garth tribe was not good, the two tribes of the Void Thorn and the Lord of Runes did not send troops to support, and the second did not take the last opportunity to attack, but slowly withdrew from the battlefield like this. The attitude of the expression makes one wonder whether they formed a coalition to fight to seize the salt pool, or colluded with the Silent Panic tribe to pit the Gass tribe together.

Purely based on the results of the battle, it can be said that there is a small victory in speechless panic. Among the coalition forces, the weakest tribe of Gass was routed, the commander was killed, and the troops lost about forty percent. But the other two tribes had nothing special to lose. On the whole, the losses of the coalition forces were not large, the battle was only a small defeat, the main forces still existed, and there could be another battle.

But this small victory decided a qiē. What happened next was simply incomprehensible to outsiders: shortly after the battle ended, the three tribes of the coalition, including the Void Thorn and the Runemaster, who had actually suffered no special losses, rushed to settle a truce with a speechless panic.

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“...... My lord, do you want to add this?" asked Hadmund a little hesitantly, his hand holding the pen in the air.

"Of course, they have to hand over the hostages. Ashrufat said. This is the habit, or experience, of the war of the Central Seven Kingdoms. Usually after a war is lost, the vanquished (if he has not already perished) has to cede land, pay reparations, and hand over hostages. For the Chaos tribes, it's okay to cut the land - anyway, the grassland is vast and sparsely populated, and even a base camp is not too valuable, at most it can be built in another place (just like the Asowen tribe). Reparations are meaningless - there are no merchants who chase money everywhere, the actual use value of gold and silver is limited - barter is the mainstream in the chaotic steppe. If the hostages are not handed over, there is no means to restrain the other party.

Of course, this is indeed the case. Because technically, they haven't won yet. It was only when they attacked the tribe of the Children of Plunder that they were called victorious: they scattered their army and hit the gate of their camp, and even the gate was destroyed beforehand. At that moment, with one more order, the tribe of the children of plunder will disappear from people's eyes forever. In other words, the fate of the loser depends entirely on the mood of the winner, which is what Chaos believers usually think of as "victory or defeat".

But what is this now? This battle, from the point of view of the Chaos Tribe, can only be considered a draw. Truth be told, even the most severely damaged tribe of Gash has no worries about life and death, at least for the speechless panic. The coalition forces are temporarily defeated, yes, but they are not yet "defeated".

"But...... It's not in keeping with our traditions......" Hadmund said euphemistically. "They won't take it. ”

"They'll take it. Ashrufat said in a very calm tone. "You can sue them, and if you refuse, then keep fighting. ”

"My lord, please allow me to explain...... You need to know ...... As long as they swear in the name of the god they worship, they are basically worth believing......"

"The agreement is unreliable. Ashrufat said. "Yes, the agreements are sworn in the name of the gods. But it's not a big deal to worship another god. He paused. "It has to be a hostage, I don't want to say it a second time. ”

"Well, my lord, as you wish. Hadmund sighed softly and said. "Are you going to see the messengers?"

"No, I don't want to see it. Ashrufat replied. "You just go and see them, and tell them my resolution. By the way: if they refuse, I will give them no chance to regret it!"

Watching Hardmond leave, he sighed softly. With the hostages, the agreement should be in effect for a few more years. Speechless panic lacks only fighters, not the population. In just a few years, the population of the tribe can grow significantly, and when the younger generation grows up, the crisis caused by "the weak occupying resources that do not match their strength" will become smaller and smaller over time. Finally restored to the way it used to be.

Of course, from another point of view, he also tried his best to stumble on Tzeentch. Tzeentch's intention was presumably for him to destroy the four tribes—the four great tribes that could really pose a threat to the Silent Panic. If this can be done, then it will really be done once and for all, and let the wordless panic permanently occupy this area. But what Ashrufat was trying to do was going in a different direction. Once an agreement is reached, Silent Panic will be able to survive this crisis, but the four powerful tribes can still pose a threat to it.

Even if it is Tzeentch, it cannot be said that Ashrufat has not completed the task. But if it wants to cross the river and tear down the bridge (or play some trick), Eshurufar has a way, or at least a chance, to ruin the qiē - of course, maybe it doesn't make sense, but at least it can take a little revenge on Tzeentch for comfort.

Although this is the case, in fact, it is also a helpless choice. When a person talks to a god about a deal, he is actually always at a disadvantage. Not to mention God, an ordinary person will always be at a disadvantage in the face of a professional businessman to negotiate a transaction. The so-called "what is bought is not sold fine" is this truth.

Ashrufa fixed his mind and pulled his mind back to reality. He took off the iron glove in his right hand and looked at the ring on his hand. At this moment, the ring seemed to glow faintly.

In the past, he believed that the power of the evil god must communicate with the followers through something like guò, that is, the emblem of the evil god carried by the followers of Chaos. But several times proved that the evil gods didn't need this at all. At least in the Chaos Realm, the evil gods could communicate with Ashrufat at any time if they wanted to.

Ashruphat turned the ring half in a circle, the side with the Tzeentch insignia facing up, and then pressed it to his forehead.

In the next moment, Tzeentch's machine-like voice immediately came into his mind. "My gift, do you like it?"

"Gifts?" Ashrufat was stunned for a moment. Then, Tzeentch immediately gave him a hint in his mind, and he understood that the gift Tzeentch was referring to was the damaged harp, the "Silver Wings" made by the Elves.

During this time, he has indeed gained a lot. When he picks up the piano while he has drunk his blood and puts himself in a drunken state, he will recall more fragments of memory. And this trick can be tried and tested repeatedly. Ashruphat remembered, or rather, he realized that there had been a time when he had traveled alone on the road. It was on that journey that he learned to play the piano - perhaps because of the boredom of the journey.

To be honest, it is difficult for ordinary people to imagine that a mercenary who lives by licking blood with a knife can actually play the piano, and even he didn't believe it at first. Oh, and dancing. But dancing is understandable - because mercenaries can sometimes be appointed captains and stationed in a certain city as garrison generals. In this case, it is not surprising that you can learn to dance by interacting with the local nobles.

But that's all he can remember. Or to be more specific, all he can remember is the process of learning to play the piano by himself. Why did he make that trip, where he came from, and where he was going? He couldn't remember anything about it.

Tzeentch was hinting! Ashruphat immediately realized this. Tzeentch must have mastered some method of recovering his memory, and is waiting to be sold. It took a lot of effort for Ashrufat to restrain the impulse in his heart, and he replied in a calm tone in his mind: "Not bad." ”

Tzeentch stopped talking, but the silence probably meant that he was patient, waiting for Eshurufat to offer it.

"My mission is accomplished. Ashruphat whispered in his mind and in his mouth at the same time.

"Yes, it's well done. I'm satisfied. Tzeentch's voice was mechanical, but it was also a clear expression of joy. "Clever planning, cunning arrangement, perfect traps, and just the right amount of heat. Not much at all, nothing less, it's just outstanding. ”

"You said you'd sue me ......"

"Yes, Ashrufat. I will deliver on my promises. Tzeentch said. In the next moment, a strange feeling came. It was no longer Tzeentch's voice coming to mind, but Tzeentch stuffing a series of images directly into Ashrufat's head. "As a reward, I will answer your questions, but only to answer them. ”

He saw it. On the grassland, a team was advancing, and Xingke was sitting in a wagon in the middle of the procession. She wasn't tied, just a strange helmet on her head—a size that didn't match her at all, just a strap that was strapped to her head. Xingke's expression was dazed, his eyes were blank, and his expression was as groggy as when he first woke up from sleep, and it was not normal at all. And so the whole team went all the way.

The leader of the group was a samurai in Chaos armor. It is an extremely delicate and unique piece of armor, with a sadistic symbol depicted in the center of the armor. Ashrufat had been in the Chaos Realm for quite some time, so he understood that even the Chaos Champion was not worthy of such delicate armor. This one is the Lord of the Bloodfangs. The Bloodfang Lord wasn't wearing a helmet, so Ashrufat could see his face clearly.

Although the two sides had fought each other in battle, this was indeed the first time that Ashruphat had seen the appearance of the Bloodfang Lord.

There is more information in the screen, the number of people in the team of the Blood Fang Lord is not very large, only a few hundred or so, and there are many Chaos Champions in the team. It is also worth noting that there were no other captives in the entire team, only Starcarving alone.

At the end of the picture, in a trance, a qiē restored fù normal. Ashruphat blinked, froze, and then Tzeentch's voice sounded in his head. "This should be the person you're looking for. He said.

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