Section 11 Misunderstanding

"So that's it...wait, what do you mean... the legions that attacked the south were defeated? How could this be? They were blessed by the gods!"

"Southern... where I came, there are gods there. And it doesn't seem to be inferior to the four gods here." Ash Rufate said softly. "Besides, sometimes, losing is not because others are strong, but because there is something internal to himself."

This sentence kept Claire silent for a long time.

"The war is over?" she asked in the end.

"That's right." Ashu Rufate replied. He was absolutely sure of this, because he was commanding the battle.

"Where is the White Fort?"

"The eyes of the gods have left from there." Ashu Rufate used a metaphor. This sentence was learned during this period, and the meaning was self-evident.

"So that's how it is." Claire thought for a long time. "No wonder we came all the way... we were not attacked by others along the way." She sighed. Suddenly, she became happy. "Doesn't this mean... our situation is actually not that bad?"

"Ah..." Ashu Rufate didn't understand what Claire meant for a moment.

"If every tribe has been seriously damaged..." She said excitedly, "Maybe..."

"Haha, you'll say this to Asovin." Asu Ruffat interrupted her. "It's useless to tell me." After saying that, he began to untire his cloak, trying to wrap himself up, and obviously planned to sleep directly by the bonfire.

"By the way, Ashu Rufate, I have always wanted to ask you one thing." Claire asked suddenly. "Can you answer me?"

"Ah, then after answering this question, what can I get?"

"The answer to a question, of course, is within my ability to know the answer."

"This is fair, ask."

"I have heard people say that those who ruled the southern countries were some people called 'nobles'?"

"Yes, that's true." Ashu Rufate didn't want to deny it at all.

“但是,我又听说,那些贵族其实并不是最优秀的.他们也不是最强的那群战士,也不是最聪明的巫师.但是,那些强大的战士和巫师,却要服侍那些贵族,听从他们的命令……”

"Ah, I can say that."

"A warrior as good as you must also listen to those nobles? Listen to those who are far inferior to yours in terms of strength and wisdom?"

"It's true," said Ashu Rufate. "For example... the leader of that country," he used the word "leader" in particular because he didn't know if Claire had the concept of "king". "It was a little girl, well, she was only twelve years old at that time."

"Twelve years old? So why should she make you obey?" Claire asked curiously. "Don't you think it's incredible and difficult to accept the orders of a little girl?"

"This..." Ashu Rufate found it difficult to explain this problem. He spent a little while to sort out his thoughts before answering. "In fact, it is like this. The leader of a country is called the 'king'. The reason why she became the leader is because he inherited the blood of the royal family. Because her father is a king, she inherited this position. Well, it is the same as the outfit on you. When your mother dies, these things will be left to you."

"Then her father... has also inherited this throne from a higher generation? Then, there will always be a beginning, right? How did the first king come from?"

"Let me put it this little girl's ancestor... is very strong. She is the kind of real power. She defeated, destroyed, annexed, and annexed all enemies and established a stable country." He remembered the records in the book. "According to a certain statement... the so-called royal family is actually transformed from the strongest bandits and pirates."

"But what does this have to do with the little girl?" Claire became even more confused. "My mother is a witch - maybe a third-rate witch, but she is also a witch after all. But I can't do anything magic. I can't inherit the status of a witch because I really don't have this ability."

"This..." Ashu Rufate thought for a long time, "It's probably because the gods over there are different from the gods over here."

"god?"

"Because the gods there... won't do such things. For example, they will never interfere in the promotion of status. And some abilities, such as intelligence, wisdom, etc., are difficult to get accurate results without special tests. A person can be very smart, and others can be very smart. So who is smarter? You should know that there are many types of intelligence, so this is extremely difficult to evaluate the power of mortals. Mortals can only do mortals. In the south, a warrior is promoted, only his boss needs to be recognized, neither God's certification nor the unanimous recognition of everyone. So you should understand that in that case, people can only judge other people's abilities through some simple methods...for example, bloodline."

"ah……"

"A smart and powerful child should be born to a smart and powerful person. If he can pretend, then no one can rashly say that he is incompetent except for a war or other rigorous test." Ash Rufate said. "I think this is probably the reason. Because if such a strict test is really carried out, it means..." He paused. "The endless war."

"So that's it, I understand." Claire replied. "No wonder everyone says that the people in the south are very weak. They are greedy for short-term peace, but forget that crises are gradually accumulated. Let the incompetent people lead the strong. Sooner or later, a crisis breaks out... Then..."

"That's it." said Ashu Rufate. "Can it be my turn to ask you now?"

"Tell me."

"Well, a terror-abuse Chaos champion, who suffered a defeat but did not die... What would he do to calm God's wrath?" Ashu Rufat asked. He knew that his question was a bit inexplicable, but now he could only ask this.

"Ah, the Blood God is not necessarily angry." Claire looked at Ash Rufate with the expression "you are so ignorant". "He only needs blood. He only likes fighting and blood, not about victory or defeat. For the Blood God, the gushing of blood and the breaking of bones are the best prayer."

"You mean, if a Chaos champion who believes in terror is defeated, he... will not fall out of favor?"

"That's what it means. As long as he fights from head to toe to the end in this battle, the Blood God will not only not get angry, but may even praise it. But in fact, no matter who it is, as long as he is willing to kill without any consequences, he will be blessed by him. Moreover, if his subordinates are killed, the Blood God never cares."

"So... How can the Blood God calm his anger if he gets angry? I mean," Ash Rufate cleared his throat. Although this question seemed to be a casual question, it was a very important question for him. "Is it necessary to perform some kind of sacrifice ceremony for living people? Catch a suitable prisoner and take it to a temple to sacrifice something."

“不可能的.血神从不让信徒建造神殿也很少在意祭坛.我说过,对血神来说,鲜血的喷涌声与骨头的断裂声才是最好的祷告声.凡是以他的名义执兵刃行杀戮的人必将受到他的青睐.”克莱儿说道.“如果真的有什么人触怒血神,解决方法就是努力的去杀杀杀,杀掉足够多的人,这样就能得到血神的谅解.祭坛什么的……奸奇才会玩这一套.”

"So if a terror subordinate arrests a prisoner...why?"

"Stay it and kill it later. Maybe it's for some other reason. Although there are many madmen among the blood god's subordinates, there are also many people with relatively normal minds. If a prisoner does have the value of his life, then he will be allowed to survive. For example, using the prisoner to obtain ransom or something."

This answer made Ashu Rufate fall into deep thought. After a long time, he finally said.

"My woman...I said before, is the reason why I came here... She was captured by her terrorized subordinates."

He said this, for fear that this sentence would arouse the other party's alertness or something. But to his surprise, Claire's expression did not change at all. It seemed that he had known it a long time ago, and now he is just listening to it again.

"So that's it." She replied lightly.

"What captured her was a terrifying Chaos Lord."

"I believe so too." Claire replied. She had now fully understood Prince Huanyu's plan - it was undoubtedly a good choice to bring such a powerful but weak-hearted warrior into this camp and fight against his terrorized subordinates. Of course, she could not expose Prince Huanyu's plan. Everything must be done in the name of Slaanes.

Ashu Rufate became more and more confused. This was not like a scam or a disguise, because after several days of contact, he had already understood that although this girl was a Chaos believer, she actually didn't have much scheming.

"I want to save her, but first of all, I need to know what the Chaos Lord captured her for." Ashrufate said. "The terror believers are not famous for leaving prisoners."

"This... is hard to say. Even a lunatic will occasionally have some inexplicable thoughts." Claire replied. "This question is hard to answer."

Ash Rufat noticed something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"Forget it, let's take a break, speed up tomorrow, and try to go back early." He said. Anyway, this time he went out to participate in the dangerous trade gave him a further understanding of the situation of the Chaos Tribe.

As he had expected before, the real Chaos Tribe—that is, the daily life of the Chaos Tribe—is very different from the descriptions in the books of the church. In fact, based on the fact that Ashu Rufate personally came into contact with him in the past few days, he could say that those books were mixed with prejudice, lies and myths. I really don’t know what they sent so many spies to the northern wilderness, so I wrote those books that were far less truthful than lies?

The journey back was smooth and smooth, without any twists and turns. Perhaps as Ash Rufate had judged before, almost all tribes suffered heavy losses and were seriously injured in the previous Chaos Legion invasion. So when they passed through some dangerous places, they did not encounter scouts or anything. It seemed that, just that each tribe pretended to be calm on the surface, but in fact, they had given up their attempts and efforts to expand their power.
Chapter completed!