Chapter 71 Really Fantasy

Although he had just suffered a large-scale failure, it was not the decisive failure of the collapse of the entire tribe. After all, the Son of the Plunder is a large tribe, and there are still one or two hundred Chaos warriors in the tribe now.

Ashu Rufate stopped and looked around. Although he did not make any hostile moves, the Chaos Warriors who defended him naturally stopped. Although it seemed to be malicious, Ashu Rufate noticed that their number was only about twenty (if this was an assassination, then this number would be wrong), and most importantly, they did not hold weapons in their hands.

The two sides confronted each other silently for a while, and no one spoke. Perhaps because they realized what was going to happen here, the other members of the plundering son tribe around them dared to approach. They were all left around.

"You..." Ashu Rufate said slowly. "What do you want to do?"

Although his face was hidden under his helmet, everyone felt the stressful gaze sweeping through him.

In this area, there are not many Chaos Lords - or simply put, there are no Chaos Lords in the nearby area. Atorian of the Kazar tribe is really an accident and an extraordinary example. The reason why this situation is not that the gods deliberately prevent the Chaos Lords from being produced in this circle, but that the Chaos Lords born in this area basically do not live long. Because this is really too close to Groni. As long as a Chaos Lord is produced, he can easily form an alliance and launch a Chaos Legion to invade the South. The victory or defeat of this kind of war has been given the best explanation. Basically, they all failed under the White Fort.

Even if the Chaos Lord fails to form such an alliance, when a Chaos Legion from further north launches a southern invasion, it will inevitably pass through this area. In this case, the Chaos Lord will also find it difficult to resist such an opportunity to glorify the gods. He will join the Chaos Legion and then die on the battlefield.

"Sir." A Chaos Warrior spoke, his tone was very respectful. "We heard that you are from outside? Are you not a speechless panic?"

"Yes, I'm from the south." Ashu Rufate did not deny this. He knew very well that although he had studied in the Ashu Rufate tribe for several months, he was always somewhat different from the native Chaos believers. This means that as long as he is a person with a heart, he will sooner or later be able to detect the origin of Ashu Rufate. In addition, the tradition of Chaos is different from that of the South, and he never attaches importance to bloodline, let alone the origin of the origin. The rulings of the gods are the truth.

"So, can we allow us to serve you?" The Chaos believer took off his helmet and revealed a young face.

Alongside, other Chaos warriors took off their helmets and exposed their heads. Ashu Rufate discovered that all these were young people, and then he realized that these people wanted to serve him - to become his direct subordinates. He was independent of the tribe and obeyed only his subordinates.

Just like Flint.

Ashu Rufate observed again that the Son of the Plunder is a tribe of mixed faith, and the marks of different gods can be seen on these young Chaos warriors (on the armor). In addition, he had just defeated the Son of the Plunder, and if they had hatred for him, he would definitely not make such a choice (in fact, he did not know some of the ideas of the Chaos believers). This should not be a Tsengchi plan.

And likewise, these people looked at Ash Rufate at close range. They saw the marks of Slaanezian and Tsengchi on his Chaos Armor. Everyone knew that this meant that the Chaos Champion was favored by both gods at the same time.

...

The news of the failure of the Son of the Plundering Tribe was soon spread. The tribes that were determined to join this bucket of muddy water soon obtained a detailed process. The process involved too many people and things that could not be concealed well. The mysterious Chaos Lord's plan has finally been exposed.

A cunning, treacherous and vicious plot that only a true believer in Tsengchi can do.

What's even more troublesome is that this trick left a long-term backup. Now, everyone knows that Speechless Panic (or the mysterious Chaos Lord) has hired a small and medium-sized tribe as a mercenary. Since one can be hired, at least in theory, it is only a matter of time to hire two, three, or even five or ten. Then, the real strength of Speechless Panic now is much stronger than what he seems.

Not to mention the plundering sons who were forced to surrender. Yes, the plundering sons suffered heavy damage, but their strength cannot be underestimated. After the fleeing defeated soldiers and reorganized, the plundering sons had recovered some of their vitality. In a short period of time, they were no longer dangerous opponents who were speechless panic coveting the Yanchi, but became their minions. At this point alone, the plundering strength increased more than twice.

This was just the first battle, but it seemed to be the last battle. More than one tribe's army evacuated the front-line camp. Some people weighed the pros and cons and thought it was too dangerous to face such a terrible opponent, so they gave up their ambition to seize the salt pond. Some people thought it meant that the war could not end in a short period of time, which meant that there was no need to occupy the front line and be ready to attack at any time. It was better to retreat temporarily and watch the development of the situation.

Of course, there is a third type, which is the most dangerous type for Ashurufate. That is, after realizing that the prey is too strong, the hunters will instinctively adopt alliance. Everyone wants to eat fat sheep, but if they find that the fat sheep has bull horns on their heads and cannot be solved by one person's strength, then according to the driving principle of interests, the hunters will give up the idea of ​​"take away" and turn to the alliance.

But in any case, for Speechless Panic, it was a great victory. After the end of this battle, a powerful and dangerous opponent withdrew from the competition. This victory also shocked other enemies, and the original situation of enemies on all sides disappeared. According to the news from the scouts, the garrisons in the front-line camps surrounding the territory of Speechless Panic reduced a lot, and it was no longer the situation of being ready to attack with all their strength at any time. Some camps only had a few alert forces, and some were even completely abandoned.

...

Another group of enemies rushed over.

Suddenly, Ash Rufate pulled down a broken piece of metal fragment from his body (this was left by a weapon broken on the armor). His hand raised, and the metal fragment broke through the air and hit the door of the soldier's face in front. With a bang, the clear sound of a broken nose bridge coming. The soldier suddenly leaned back, and his nose blood splashed out like a sharp arrow, leaving a brilliant mark in the air. Then, taking advantage of the moment when the other party was slightly suffocated, Ash Rufate stepped forward, raised his sword and fell, and the sword slashed the body of another person beside him. The soldier in the lead was originally trying to attract Ash Rufate's attention and provide cover for his companions. But the sudden blow just now made him an obstacle for his companions.

With three consecutive swords, Ash Rufate split three enemies, and blood splashed in an instant. When he turned around, he hit the guy who had lost his ability to react due to the severe pain in his nose, breaking all his ribs.

The soldier groaned and inserted his broken rib into his internal organs. This was a fatal injury. His body staggered a few steps and leaned against the wall. A few seconds later, when Ash Rufate wanted to make up the sword, he realized that he was dead, but he still maintained his pre-mortality, bleeding from his seven orifices and his eyes were dull.

In just a few seconds, five people died under his sword. The eyes of the other enemy soldiers suddenly turned red. They rushed to the enemy dressed in the front, who was dressed in the officer, jumped up desperately, holding the long sword in both hands, and slashed hard with gritted teeth.

Ash Rufate showed a jackal-like smile. He smiled slightly and rushed forward with a supernatural speed. With the force of the enemy and us, the unlucky guy was immediately stabbed by the sword and the tip of the sword came out from behind him.

Seeing the officers die in battle, the other enemy soldiers were not afraid at all. No, not only fear, but also stimulated their will to fight. They were simply crazy and rushed up like crazy, completely ignoring their flaws, as if they had lost their minds, and desperately stabbing, cutting, chopping, and chopping. However, this kind of courage had no value. Ashrufate did not retreat at all. With his extraordinary speed and highly keen reaction, he killed the enemies who were trying to assault to the death in front of him.

So many people died around, and blood had already spread across his heels.

He cannot retreat, nor can he retreat. Although he does not know why he cannot retreat, his heart, his instinct, and a voice are telling him that this place is related to everything and he must never retreat.

By the way, where is this? Oh, this is the gate of the city... a strange gate. It seems that someone has blasted here and overturned the entire gate, but there is no gravel that will inevitably be produced by the blasting. No, this is not important, what is important is that this is the key! Once the enemy rushes in, then everything is over. This castle will surely fall...

It was not over yet. Another wave of enemies rushed over. Behind him, a group of comrades came at some point. Half of them dressed similarly to Ash Rufate, wearing armor, holding long swords, chain hammers or axes and other weapons suitable for melee combat, and most of them were holding shields. Others had poorer equipment, no armor, but also wearing metal mail or chain armor, holding spears in their hands. However, the number of comrades was too small, really too few, more than one-third of the opposite side... no, maybe less than one-fifth.

What is this place? Why am I here? Why am I fighting to the death?

That's right, it's a fight to the death. Although Ashu Rufate didn't know why he was fighting here, he knew that it was a real death battle. He didn't even want to escape. Although he knew deep down that he had physical qualities that surpassed mortals, if he chose to escape alone, he would have a great chance of success.

"Surrive!" He heard himself roaring, and then took the lead in rushing towards the enemy.

More enemies rushed up and tried to use the sea of ​​people to swallow Ash Rufate. However, they could not stop Ash Rufate's counterattack at all. Ash Rufate was like a crazy hungry tiger, and his long sword was danced into a series of lights of death, taking away his lives and flying a bunch of blood. Wherever he passed, only a sticky blood path was left behind, and almost all the killed enemies were split open, and no corpse was intact.

A fire/gunner raised the fire/gun and wanted to resist it, but Ash Rufate cut the fire/gun with one sword, and opened it for him. He clearly saw that the man was trembling all over and his internal organs were flowing all over the ground.

Then he suddenly woke up. He instinctively touched his neck. Subconsciously, he must have been covered in cold sweat. But in fact, his body was very dry and he had no sweat at all.

This is... a dream? Maybe, maybe not? Ashu Rufat looked back at the empty bottle beside his pillow. The bottle was originally filled with drunken blood, but he drank it before going to bed today.
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