Section 50 Negotiation

Ashu Rufat lowered the curtain door and saw Tarik after walking a few steps.

"Sir..." Tarik nodded and said. He had seen the wizard who was carried out before - although he was not his mentor, he was also the object of obedience. The level of a magician is much stricter than that of a warrior. On the battlefield, as long as you have enough luck, a Chaos Warrior kills a God-Selected Warrior, or simply kills a Chaos Champion (especially when fighting in groups).

In fact, the gods pay more attention to achievements in the improvement of warriors: maybe you win only because of luck rather than strength, but victory is victory. The gods will not deny your victory, nor will they be stingy to reward your victory.

But wizards are completely different. An apprentice will never be promoted to a wizard by making great contributions. If such a thing really happens, it is just a coincidence that the apprentice's own strength has reached the level of a formal wizard. Although if it can please the gods, the wizard can indeed learn more magic knowledge from the evil gods.

However, just as everyone knows: there is still a barrier between knowledge and magical power. It is indeed useful to know more, but if you know more magic, you can be strong, then the magicians in the world are not as valuable as they are now.

So, when Tarik saw that the wizard was being cleaned up and was unconscious, he felt deeply frightened. In addition, he had just noticed another thing outside the tent: in the tent, there were three people holding the magic wind.

Yes, there are three magicians in the tent, but one of them is already in a coma. Tarik does not think that the two Chaos champion warriors can suddenly get enlightened and master magic, because he knows the situation of both of them well. The only explanation is self-evident. The Chaos Lord named Ashrufate is not only a warrior, but also a wizard.

Warrior and mage? It doesn't sound like a Chaos Lord, but a Demon Prince. Yes, Demon Prince, or Demon Prince, these two are the same thing, but they are different names for the same person: those Chaos believers who have passed countless tests and finally ascended to the devil. Of course, such characters are also myths even for wizard apprentices like Tarik. He never had the chance to see them (not as good as the Chaos Lord, as long as he wants to see them, he can always see one or two). However, in the legend of Chaos, whether it is a warrior or a wizard, when he eventually becomes a Demon Prince, in addition to his eternal lifespan, they can also make up for the part they were originally short of: the warriors gain the ability to feel the wind of magic and manipulate them at will, while the wizards gain a strong body that is very suitable for combat.

This discovery made Tarik have other ideas besides panic. If the ideal of a Chaos believer can be summarized, it will ultimately be attributed to two: power and authority - in fact, it is not only Chaos believers, but also the southerners, and all human beings, or any kind of social creatures, are similar. The only difference lies in the difference in means and methods.

Under normal circumstances, believers of Chaos must pave the way to a higher position step by step through hard work and countless achievements. However, it cannot be denied that in addition to the right path, there are shortcuts. One of them is to serve higher-level believers. This service does not refer to becoming the other party's subordinates - low-level believers are originally subordinates of higher-level believers - but to a closer relationship, such as followers, confidants, etc.

The premise is that the other party is willing to accept you as a confidant.

All the contributions you made are naturally seen by the evil gods, because the evil gods always stare at the Chaos Lord's every move. You can naturally get better and more rewards, and every little contribution is seen by the gods. In addition, if you can get some guidance from the Chaos Lord, it will be even more enjoyable. This is why there is always a group of followers around each Chaos Lord (regardless of whether this "Chaos Lord" is a real lord or not, whether he has independent forces and troops).

Of course, as a wizard apprentice, Tarek is very clear-headed. Even if he wants to surrender, it is not the time. But at least he must leave a good impression on the other party and pave the way for future events.

"I have something else." Ashu Rufate didn't notice the idea in Tarek's mind at all, so he just said casually.

"...Is there anything I need to serve me in particular?" Although Ashu Rufate's attitude was cold, Tarek did not give up so easily.

"..." Ashu Rufat stopped, Tarik's attitude made him feel that it was a waste of anything without asking. "I heard that the enemy is staring at the speechless panic tribe?"

"Yes, sir." Tarek told the truth.

"Do you think it's feasible to send troops to disguise and attack the enemy to cause civil unrest in their own right?"

"It's hard," Tarek replied. "Sir, you must understand that it takes at least one or two hundred people to launch such an attack. It is difficult to avoid the eyes of the enemy on such a scale."

"Where are you hiring outsiders?" Ashu Rufate asked. "In this way, one messenger is enough. There are not too many tribes with one or two hundred troops."

"Who dares to accept it?" Tarik knew that he had to provide the right opinion, which was related to the life and death of the tribe. "Sir, you must understand that if a tribe accepted our employment but was accidentally exposed..." He made a killing gesture. "It will bring about such consequences."

If those strong men are still somewhat concerned about the speechless panic tribe, but dealing with those small and medium-sized tribes... that is completely different.

"If the transaction is not successful, it means the price is not suitable." Ashu Rufate thought for a moment. "Perhaps a sufficient price..."

"In addition to sufficient prices, we also need a suitable trading partner." This time, Tarik interrupted Ashurufate. "If our tribe is stronger, we can try to find someone who can accept employment. But now we are the weaker party and we do not have the ability to protect those tribes that serve us. I think even if the agreement is negotiated, the possibility of the other party turning around and betraying us is greater than the possibility of fulfilling the agreement."

That's great, Ashu Rufat thought secretly in his heart. It was precisely because everyone felt it was impossible that things became possible.

"Are there any horses in the tribe?" Ashu Rufate suddenly changed the topic.

"Ah, yes." Tarik thought it was Ashu Rufate who needed a mount. "I promise to choose a suitable horse for you..."

Perhaps the speechless panic tribe has been greatly weakened, but the wealth accumulated over the years is by no means a joke. The current situation in the tribe is that there are no warriors, not horses. They have enough horses that can allow all the warriors of the entire tribe to fight on horseback - even so, there is still a lot of surplus.

"Not one, but one hundred and fifty... no, two hundred. I want two hundred excellent war horses." Ashrufate said. "Silently... pretending to be a trade... can you help me get it done? By the way, there is the tribe over there... they are actually selling powder kegs and buying it for me."

Ashu Rufate walked into the camp. As mentioned earlier, the outside of the camp was an earthen wall. After entering, he walked two steps along the wall. After confirming that there were no eyes behind him, the Chaos Armor disappeared from him in an instant. The majestic Chaos Lord just now disappeared, only one dressed in southern costumes...the chef.

Ashu Rufate could believe that his transformation was not discovered. If someone was following, the only option for the stalker was to ambush the field and keep him away enough. If so, the earthen wall would block their sight and prevent them from seeing the change.

As for someone in the camp ambush waiting for him to come back... Ashu Rufate observed it after coming in. He was still a little confident in himself in this regard.

He returned to his nighttime position. All the people in the entire trade team were still dreaming, and snoring sounds came one after another, and no one noticed that he had been away for a while.

He sat down by the still-burning campfire and added a little fire to the fire.

What to do next? His mind returned to reality from strategic conception. Alas, is it working for the evil god like this? Then, like a donkey, he was lured by the carrot hanging on the rope and took steps after step? It was not until the end that he saw the dagger that he knew what kind of fate he had to face

Maybe Xingke is dead, now it's just Tsengchi who is using me... Ashu Rufat thought, but in the next moment, he drove these thoughts out of his mind. No! You must not do this. There must be a chance... Even if you were facing the crisis of the invasion of the Chaos Legion, the plague that was enough to destroy the army... the powerful Chaos Lord... the overwhelming superior force of the enemy... have you all found an opportunity?

Wait... Opportunity? Ashu Rufate remembered Marvin for some reason. Tsengchi said that Marvin was dead, and he believed in this. Judging from the evil god style he has learned so far, Marvin had no reason to survive after such a failure. However, Marvin couldn't help but think of another thing.

That's right, Chaos has never been a solid piece. The four evil gods have their own plans. The reason why Ash Rufate was able to win the victory of defeating the Chaos Legion was because Ma Wen was the shit-smuggling stick.

Tsengchi and Slaanes are definitely not venting their anger on the same nostril. If God also has a goal, then the goals of the two are obviously not the same.

Ashrufate raised his hand. Under the flames, the golden ring shone brightly. He turned the ring a little circle, turned Tsengchi's symbol to the front, and then pasted the position engraved with Tsengchi's symbol to his forehead.

"Sure enough, you came to find me on your own initiative." Tsengchi's ruthless voice sounded like a mechanical one.

"I need your help, Lord of the Deceit." Ashu Rufate replied in his mind. "Just as you need my help."

"Are you bargaining with a god?" Tsengchi's voice finally became a little less mechanical, but seemed dark, cold, ruthless and cruel. "A mere mortal, think there is capital to bargain with us?"
Chapter completed!