Section 20 mentions yì

Ashrufa resisted the urge to put this thing on his head and squeezed it tightly in his palm.

He knew that by attaching it to his head, he would be able to communicate directly with Slaanesh, or, as the tribe is commonly called, the Prince of Pleasure. This was something he had already tried when he was in the South.

Slaanesh...... It must know why Starmark was captured, where it was taken, and even how to get her back. If he had asked the Prince of Pleasure for help, Ashrufar would have been at least seventy percent sure that he would receive direct and effective help.

However, he knew better that the evil god was by no means a living Lei Feng who was enthusiastic about helping others. To get something, you have to pay more. This is never an exception.

He had actually only been in contact with Slaanesh once. At that time, he felt that he was very strong-willed, and he was not afraid of the temptation of chaos at all. But just this once left an indelible impression on his spirit. Slaanesh's seductive whispers, with promises of power, glory, and pleasure, were remembered from time to time. In fact, he found that he couldn't forget that spiritual exchange.

That's why he hasn't asked the evil god for help until now. He doesn't even want to let people know who he really is. There is no doubt that if he reveals his true identity, he will immediately ascend to the sky in the tribe, and even Assowen will obediently obey his orders. But Ashrufat didn't come here to find his future.

Everyone (including the Chaos cultists) knows that the South is richer. And Ashrufat is in Gruni, it can be said that he has everything. Power, status, fame, wealth, women...... Nothing is missing. If it weren't for the fact that Starmark was captured by the Bloodfang Lord, how could he have traveled thousands of miles to such a place where birds don't?

As he stuffed the ornament back into his bag again, someone broke into the venue outside.

As mentioned earlier, the meeting was held in an open space in the center of the camp, and everyone sat on the ground, and there were no guards outside, so this uninvited guest quickly came to Assowen's side.

"Lord Asowen," the man who rushed in gasped and threw something at Assowen's feet. "This is what I found in the forest. ”

Now, everyone saw what that thing was: a Chaos helmet, and, moreover, no ordinary Chaos armor. This helmet is familiar to many people, because its owner, everyone here knows it, or has seen it.

It was the helmet of the Sadistic Champion who fled in defeat.

"How is it exactly?" Speaking of which, Asowen has always been a little worried about the other party's escape, after all, it is a hidden danger, isn't it?

The tribesman who came to report the news explained the matter in three or two sentences. He went into the forest to hunt and found the body of the Sadistic Champion by a stream. The corpse had been gnawed beyond recognition by small beasts and insects, but the cause of death was still relatively obvious - and there was no way to avoid it, and the head of this apocalist champion had been cut off.

There were no other corpses around, so it was deduced that the Champion of Torture had encountered someone here, and a fight ensued, and he was eventually beheaded.

However, it was a champion samurai who was killed. In the midst of chaos, the champion samurai is already a powerful enough to become the ruler of a small tribe, even in a large one. Moreover, this champion samurai is still the one who believes in sadism. Such a person, but he was killed in a one-on-one battle.

The reason why it is considered a one-on-one battle is that there are too few traces of battle left around, and if it is really a small army, then many traces cannot be concealed. Of course, it's possible that it's a handful of people who do it – but that's not much different from a one-on-one.

"Did you find any other suspicious traces?" Asowen asked, after a moment's thought.

"Nope. "It's been a long time, and even if there was any trace, it's gone.

"A mysterious man......," Asowen whispered to himself in a self-contained tone. "Kill the escaped Champion of Sadism in a one-on-one fight. There was no doubt that this mysterious man must have spotted us, but he didn't care...... Didn't do anything...... Just left?"

The wizard groaned for a while, then looked up at the people around him who were waiting for him to make an idea. "It must be a blessing from the Prince of Joy, and I don't think we have to pursue it too much. ”

This opinion was unanimously agreed by all.

Maybe it's time to leave. Ashruphat thought to the side. His eyes glanced inadvertently to the side, only to find that the big man he had taught him a lesson—and now that Ashruphat knew the other's name was Ned—was staring at him. Ned quickly looked away from Ishruphat when he noticed that Ashruphat had turned his head, but the viciousness and hatred in his eyes lingered.

Ever since that clash, Ned had maintained an unusual attitude towards Ashrufat. First of all, he no longer calls Ishrufat to and from his tribe (as a chef, this kind of thing is always inevitable), but he also does not show any kindness to Ashrufat, or even speaks to him. Only from time to time he looked at Ashruphat with a gloomy gaze.

Although everyone in the tribe knew that Ned had been rewarded by the Prince of Joy for his outstanding performance in the last battle, his strength had increased greatly, and he was now above ten thousand people under one person in the tribe. However, only Ned himself knew that he was as powerless as a child in front of this cook.

It is no secret that none of those who came from the south to defect to Chaos had ever been fuel-efficient lamps. Then again, if it's a waste, then the gods of chaos can't take a fancy to him.

However, no matter how powerful he is, he is just a mortal. A mortal who doesn't even have Chaos armor!Yes, he may be physically proficient in martial arts, but he is mentally weak. It can be seen from the fact that he is not willing to be a soldier but a chef. However, this is also the norm for southerners.

Ashruphat turned his head back. Ned stared at the back of the other's head, his gaze full of naked hatred. He didn't even continue to listen to what Asowen was saying. But he has also learned a fact from the last conflict: no matter how weak and ridiculous the spirit of this southerner is, he can easily settle himself.

Unless it was a situation where Ashrufat was empty-handed and he was fully armed, there was a high probability that he would not be able to defeat the other party. In addition, although Ned is now the number two person in the tribe, don't forget that the real leader of the tribe is Asowen.

Don't look at Assowen as a wizard, but his methods, everyone is clear. How can the leader of a Chaos tribe (even if it's a small one) be a simple commodity?

Able to unite a ruined tribe, able to take everyone on a migration and eventually come here to get a respite, able to correctly judge the situation and defeat the Sadist Gang in one fell swoop...... There is no need for more, just by looking at these actual results, anyone can understand that Asowen is the real leader of the tribe. The second number is always the second number, and there is still a fundamental difference between the number two and the leader. Ned didn't have any capital to challenge Asowen.

As long as Ashrufat, who was a cook, did not leave the tribe, which was normal for a chef, there was nothing Ned could do. The same goes for Claire. The girl was already a marauder at a young age, already a warrior - according to the rules of the tribe, she had the right to refuse anyone she didn't like.

Although the thought of revenge is still in the back of his mind, and the desire to get Claire is still so strong, Ned has not taken any action.

Although there has not been much progress in gathering food and grass, other aspects of the tribe's achievements are quite good. Until now, the two hostile tribes had no knowledge of the existence of this hidden and dangerous enemy. Even if they were wary of a third party meddling, it wasn't Assowen's side that they were wary of.

The meeting soon moved on to the final topic, that is, after many external peeps and investigations, Asowen felt that it was necessary to further understand the internal situation of the other party and find out if there were any gaps to be used. The usual solution to this problem is to capture a captive and get information from the captive, but Assowen believes that this time there must be no surprise.

If you let the other party know your savings, then the gains outweigh the losses.

At this time, someone suddenly had an idea and came up with a good idea. That was trade, the guò way of trading, trading excess metal from the tribes in exchange for food from future targets (as previous scouting had already known, both tribes had fairly large reserves). In this way, on the one hand, it is possible to observe the enemy's reality at close range, and even make some remarks, and on the other hand, it can solve the problem of food.

That's right, because of the defeat of the Sadistic War Gang, the tribe has captured a lot of Chaos armor. As mentioned earlier, all Chaos armor is actually specially made and is only suitable for the owner to wear. Even if there are people of similar stature, Chaos does not have the habit of wearing captured armor for themselves - in this case, it would be contrary to the original intention of the gods to give armor - so the armor of these masters after their death is usually recycled as metal to make tools and weapons for the tribe (which is why the Chaos tribes live as nomadic herders, fishing and hunting, but there is no shortage of metal). These armor tribes don't need it for the time being, and it's a good choice to exchange it for food.

Of course, in the midst of chaos, there is no fair trade without reciprocity of strength. However, since there has been a successful experience of deception before, there is indeed a great possibility of success if the old trick is repeated.

The person you can say about this idea is dedicated to the common good and has come up with a good solution to the current problem for the tribe. You can also say that this is standing and talking without backache, and it is not him who is going to take risks anyway. However, as soon as the issue was raised, Ned expressed strong support.

What No. 2 said, even Asowen had to think a little more.

The chaotic grain reserves are not the grains of the southerners, but usually air-dried, bacon, and cured meats. This kind of thing tastes average, but it is actually durable and durable. If it can be exchanged for a truck, it can indeed greatly solve the problem of military rations.