Chapter 37 Triumph

"Uh..." Ashu Rufat was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer this request.

This time he came to Chaos territory just for one thing: to bring Xingke back or bring the news of her death. He wanted nothing except this. He neither wanted to be favored by the evil gods nor to establish his own power in this wild land.

To be honest, he now has everything he wants in Groni. He has everything a man should have. And he is not very interested in the temptations provided by the evil god of Chaos - the books written through the church. The evil god's greatest reward for human beings, which is called ascension to demons - thus obtaining eternal life (with powerful power and prominent authority) - he is not very interested. This is not to say that Ash Rufate is extremely noble in his thoughts, but based on a human nature. This nature has been proven to be correct after being tried and proved to be true: people in their youth are far less persistent than those older people; those who live a life of blood licking on the blade will hardly spend any gods considering distant things like eternal life.

Even if Ashu Rufate really has some interest in immortality, he also has a backup option: black magic. As we all know, although black magic has various side effects (the church spares no effort to attack and slander), it can indeed greatly extend the lifespan of human beings. The young of twins, which is a bit unnatural, is the best proof.

In short, in Ash Rufate's heart, the most ideal thing for his journey is to come quietly and leave quietly. It is best not to attract anyone's attention - especially the evil god's attention - and bring back the star.

Just like what he did before, although he knew that he had been given the Chaos Lord by Slaanes, he never thought about using his identity at all - maybe he thought about it, but he finally gave up. This time he would reveal his identity in front of Flint, which can be said to be an accident, or it can be said that he had decided to leave this small tribe and embark on a journey again - since that is the case, there is no need to keep his identity secret. The news between the Chaos Tribes is not that smooth (there are few commercial activities in the small tribe, so there is naturally less communication, and the news is blocked). The news that he is a Chaos Lord is probably not spread, and it will not have much impact on his journey to find people.

"Sir..." Flint looked at the other person with anticipation.

"This...I will only stay in the tribe for a short time..." said Ashu Rufate.

"I will always follow you." Flint said. He misunderstood Ashrufate's meaning, thinking that the other party was a burden to him. To be honest, according to the usual level concept in Chaos, Flint is indeed not qualified to be a minion of the Chaos Lord. "Please give me a chance to prove myself."

"Don't you... want to take Asovin's position temporarily?"

"Sir, I don't dare to have such delusions anymore." Flint lowered his head very consciously. "I didn't know who you are."

"Okay," Ashu Rufat felt it was hard to say this for a while, so he had to delay it before making a decision. "Let's go back first."

The journey was not very long. The return of the two caused a sensation throughout the tribe.

That's right, it's a sensation.

When they set out, there were twenty people, including the leading Flint, four of whom were Chaos Warriors, and the rest were senior plunderers (Exception of Ashu Rufat). However, when they came back, there were only two people left, but these two people brought more than a dozen war horses full of spoils.

As mentioned earlier, although under the leadership of Asovin, the tribe finally won a difficult battle and improved a little, it was still a very weak tribe overall. In addition to the population, there was also a lack of horses. In fact, there was not even a single war horse in the entire tribe. It was okay to pull a cart and run around, but it would be impossible to charge and gallop across the battlefield.

However, the escape team that wandered around the Hunter Tribe had all destroyed and seized three horses that could be considered war horses. This was already a very generous spoil.

But this time, Flint actually brought back a dozen war horses in one breath. Each one was an excellent war horse with strong muscles and strong bones and suitable for battlefield rushing.

Twenty people, only two of them came back. The team that left on foot came back with such a group of horses. So what happened was self-evident.

For this small tribe, eighteen people died, the losses were very heavy. But in contrast, the spoils were indeed abundant.

Groups of people welcomed the two heroes who returned. If there were more than two back this time, then Ashu Rufate would definitely be surrounded by people, and the people in the tribe would easily see Ni Duan. But this time there were only two people left, and the front and back could not explain anything. So no one noticed that something had happened between the two people that completely reversed the position and status of both sides.

"Oh my God!" Flint had just walked into the camp gate and someone immediately exclaimed.

He saw the helmet on the horse that Flint was holding - the helmet of the Chaos Lord, Atorian.

Someone snatched up and picked up the helmet from the horse's back. This was a reward (part) given by the evil god to believers. Anyone could tell from the exquisite craftsmanship and strong protection of the helmet that this was not the helmet of an ordinary Chaos Warrior.

Only the Chaos Champion Warrior - or the higher-level Chaos believers - can have such equipment. The helmet is in Flint's hands, and naturally fools can know what it means. In this battle, Flint killed at least one Chaos Champion level or above enemy.

The helmet was spreading in the hands of the tribe members. I don’t know when it started, but the originally messy welcome scene became silent. In fact, the entire tribe was quiet, and everyone even forgot to cheer, but looked at the return Flint with an unprecedented gaze.

Flint lowered his head and didn't say anything. On the outside, it seemed that after a terrifying fierce battle, Flint was extremely physically and mentally exhausted, so he remained silent. But in fact, he was now following the leader of Ashu Rufate. Since Ashu Rufate remained silent, Flint dared not speak.

If before, some people thought that Flint might not necessarily be the throne of the tribe leader, after seeing this helmet, no one had this idea anymore. Yes, Flint is still an ordinary Chaos Warrior, but he is not right. He killed a terror-a normal-minded champion warrior, and he knew what this means.

Even if Flint becomes a God-Choose Warrior, he is sure to win.

Naturally, someone took away the war horses brought by the two. Flint walked forward all the way to the edge of the Chaos Altar. Here, he once made a bloody oath, vowing to resolve this crisis for the tribe.

Moore is waiting for him here. After Flint takes his men away, Moore is temporarily responsible for all matters in the camp (they just fought a victory and have a lot of things to deal with). Someone has handed over the helmet Flint brings to Moore.

Moore was Flint's biggest obstacle in fighting for the leader. If it weren't for the novel voting method he adopted, things wouldn't have developed to this point. As mentioned earlier, even if Flint didn't know the improper transactions behind the whole thing, he could at least guess who was behind the scenes. Otherwise, he wouldn't have pointed out that Eshu Rufate and he would have dealt with the scout team of the Kazar tribe.

Of course, things have developed to this point, which is completely unexpected.

No matter what Moore's attitude was before, his expression was completely different after seeing the helmet. Although he took over Claire's magic brooch, it can be said that he had completely given up his efforts to stop Flint.

"This helmet..."

"Attorian's helmet." Flint glanced at Ashu Rufat and found that the other party had no reaction at all, so he answered boldly.

"Atolian?" Moore almost thought he had heard it wrong. "Which Atolian?"

"Atolian, the lord of the Chaos," Flint replied.

A low scream came from the surroundings. Flint turned his head and glanced around, and everyone who was swept by his eyes was all in fear and afraid to speak.

"That...Atolian..." Moore was completely stunned. Atolian was actually killed by Flint? Prince Huanyu was on the way, what happened? Flint only brought twenty people. Even if it was twenty on one, twenty people rushed over and beat him up, and it would be a miracle to be able to kill a Chaos Lord.

What is the Chaos Lord? To describe it in one word, that is strong. It is so strong that people can say nothing, it is so strong that it makes the gods look at it. In the concept of Chaos believers, the Chaos Lord is simply a legendary figure. In front of the Chaos Lord, the ordinary Chaos Warrior is simply plasticine, kneading casually.

If twenty Chaos Warriors can get a Chaos Lord with one rush forward, then this Chaos Lord is not worth much. Not to mention Chaos Lord, even a lower Chaos Champion, it is definitely not an exaggeration to say that one is worth a hundred.

"You...one...one..." Moore's words were not coherent. "So...how did so many...a horses... come?"

"I thought I was waiting for an ordinary scout, but I didn't expect it to be Atorian and his personal guards." Flint said. Asurufate obviously intends to continue to keep a low profile and secret, so he has to recognize all this. Of course, for Asurufate, admitting his record is a trouble, but for Flint, although it is a false claim, the awe in the eyes of others, the fear of the tribe members, especially Moore's panic-like look, made him enjoy it very much. Then again, how could humans not enjoy this kind of glory? "The battle was very fierce. When facing Atorian, we were only the two of us left."

He said in a calm tone. But this tone was only pretending. In fact, he was fascinated by this glory and worship.

"I want to take a break." Flint took Atorian's helmet from Moore and walked towards his tent. "I'm tired."

He returned to the tent with everyone's eyes. Before entering, he turned around and called out to Moore. "Take it over quickly. Although the Kazars will not come, we can't stay here for too long."

"Yes!" Moore had completely given up the idea of ​​playing tricks behind his back. At this moment, he had already regarded Flint as the leader of the tribe and no longer resisted his orders.
Chapter completed!