Chapter 75 Action

There is not much controversy, and this is what the world is like: when there is an advantage, one more ally means one more scattered spoils, and when there is an disadvantage, one more ally means one more force. What choice is made depends entirely on what position you are in. Besides, judging by the strength of both sides, the Rune Lord still has the possibility of lying to pay.

After several secret envoys left, a Chaos champion from the tribe immediately took the guard and headed straight to the scheduled negotiation location. The agreed meeting place was a "public" area, an area where no tribe declared sovereignty. Then again, this kind of place is actually the mainstream on the grassland. There are actually not many places that are truly declared as their territory by a certain tribe.

He camped here and waited all day (this wait was normal considering that the messenger had to return to convey the message first). At dusk the next day, a sound came from afar. Then, a scout from the outside hurriedly reported that a small army came from outside, but was not sure what it was.

The Chaos champion left the tent and reached a high place. As the scout said, it can be seen from the smoke and dust rising from the grassland that an army was coming here with great momentum. With years of accumulated experience, he could see at a glance that although the number of people in this army was not very large, there were two or three hundred, more than twice that of theirs.

"Sir, maybe he's a passing person." said the scout.

If two small teams meet on the grassland, whether there is a battle depends on the strength comparison between the two armies - and whether they have other important things to do. Judging from the smoke and dust, the coming team marched very fast and seemed to be on the road. If they were on the road, they would not stop even if they encountered a more suitable prey.

The Chaos Champion stared at the small dots that appeared in the distance, his face getting ugly. After a while, he finally ordered in a gloomy voice. "Call everyone to prepare for the battle right away!"

"Sir, they are..."

"They are coming for us!" Chaos champion was the Chaos champion after all. Looking at the enemy coming, he had already figured out the causes and consequences for a moment. This was a cunning trap, but it was too late to escape now. Only by fighting to the death for the current plan can there be a glimmer of hope.

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In an inconspicuous position on this vast grassland, now the two armies are facing each other.

One side is the rune's master tribe, with a total force of more than 100 people, and the other side is an unknown enemy, with an estimated number of about 300.

It must be said that the Rune Lord Tribe was also prepared for this situation. Because although they only had one hundred people, they were all elite: everyone had Chaos Armor, and the one who led them was a Chaos Champion. Such combat power configuration gave them a great advantage in fighting against ordinary tribal armies (that is, a large number of plunderers and ordinary believers who were not even plunderers). According to the usual logic, this means that such a hundred people could reach more than 500 people.

But there is no doubt that although they were prepared, they still did not expect the strength of the enemy. This fierce enemy who came from some unknown place was all elite. Except for a few plunderers, they were all elites wearing Chaos Heavy Armor. What made people feel nervous was that there was a person standing on the front line opposite who was not wearing armor and did not carry weapons.

A wizard.

There was no opening remark, no explanation, and no identity was reported. Both sides formed a formation almost at the same time to prepare for battle. Then, according to the old rules, the magic came first. The wizard on the opposite side called out Tsengchi's power, and the pink dimensional flame was summoned, which looked gentle and harmless, but in fact it was full of murderous intent. Although one hundred people were praying for the wizard's magic to fail, three hundred people were praying for the success of the magic. With the wizard's gesture, the flames squirted violently in the shape of a fan.

In an instant, more than ten people were engulfed by the flames, and many of them turned directly into coke in this Yuan Flame. Even if the rest were not dead, they only breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, accompanied by a wild shout of beastly nature, the two armies rushed forward, colliding with each other like rolling floods.

The battle is not large in scale, but it is no less cruel than a real battle. Both sides are elite soldiers, no one retreats, no one hesitates. In an instant, the sound of steel hitting, the shouts of battles and the wailings of the dying people are rising one after another. The Chaos Champion is mixed in the dense crowd of fierce fighting, and is moving forward like an inconspicuous wave, waving his mace to fight. His enemies either did not notice his armor or his armor, and in short, they all rushed up and tried to completely knock him down in the fierce fighting crowd. But unfortunately, the Chaos Champion is the Chaos Champion after all, and wielding the mace to be invincible all the way. All those who tried to subdue this wave fell down with regret.

With his superior force, the enemy surrounded the two wings and gradually formed an encirclement, wanting to swallow this small but very tenacious enemy. However, the Chaos Champion's subordinates, who were inspired by the performance of the Chaos Champion on the battlefield, were like a solid wall, firmly curbing the enemy's offensive in front of him. The mace in his hand was very suitable for dealing with heavy armored enemies. As long as they were hit, the huge impact force could directly blow up the armor and the human body under the armor.

The battle became more and more intense, and the Chaos Champion moved forward and fought bravely. He knew that the number of people was disparate, and the other party had more magical help. He had to rely on the initial aura and kill the enemy commander at the fastest speed to have a chance of victory. In fact, as long as the battle was delayed, he would definitely lose.

Then suddenly, the dense formations of the enemies in front of him separated, and an ominous figure appeared in front of him. It was a man wearing Chaos Armor, but his armor was very different from ordinary Chaos Warriors, making people recognize this extraordinary status at a glance.

The Chaos Lord... a Chaos Lord! He immediately realized this. In the nearby area, there was only one Chaos Lord (there was another one, but he was dead), that was the Chaos Lord of the Speech Tribe of unknown origin.

He stopped, and his two subordinates around him bravely moved forward and rushed towards the Chaos Lord. However, although they were very brave, the bravery of ordinary Chaos Warriors was always inferior in front of the Chaos Lord. The magical two-handed sword in the other party's hand was flying in the air, and the tip of the sword flashed with a terrifying light. Almost just one encounter, the two Chaos Warriors fell under his sword.

Then the Chaos Lord looked over. In the terrifying eyes under the helmet, there was no hesitation or mercy, only endless murderous intent.

Opportunity! He suddenly realized this. The Chaos Lord was too careless. He wanted to fight one-on-one. But he had a weapon advantage over the two-handed sword. You know, the mace is a bulky weapon, and even a magic sword cannot be cut off. As long as he can break the opponent's long sword, he has a chance.

He rushed forward and smashed the sword heavily. This guy was fooled! He was ecstatic to find that the other party really waved his sword to resist, and immediately added all his strength to his arms. As long as he hit him firmly, he could break the other party's sword, and even make the other party stagger a few steps, and then he had a chance...

The contact between the mace and the two-handed sword was completely ineffective. Rather than saying that he hit it, he was empty. He was surprised to find that the opponent's footwork was obviously a move to swing the sword to block the grid, but the opponent's footsteps were moved a few steps away from the slant. The sword was on the surface, but in fact it was a release force to the edge.

His mace fell to nothing. Before he could retract the weapon, the tip of the sword with both hands had already reached him. With a slight puff, the sword stabbed his body from his neck, a place without armor protection, and splashed out a beautiful blood flower. So his body stopped, fell backwards, and finally fell backwards.

Another Chaos Warrior next to him snatched up, swung his axe, and slashed at the head of the Chaos Lord. However, the Chaos Lord's movements were much faster. He just turned slightly and avoided the axe, then turned around and drew his sword.

The sword tip accurately pierced the target's chest. The Chaos Warrior threw away his weapon in disbelief, covered the fatal wound on his chest with both hands, and blood flowed out of his fingers. Finally, he fell into the pile of corpses unwillingly. Until the moment he lay down, his eyes were still wide open, as if he could not accept this cruel reality.

The Chaos Lord raised his sword toward the sky. This seemed to be a signal, and the battle stopped in an instant. His subordinates kept a vigilant posture and slowly retreated backwards. But they only retreated a little, and still maintained their siege of the enemy.

I don't know which person started, and the surrounded Rune Lord tribe warriors began to drop their weapons. Their leader, the Chaos Champion, was dead, and the remaining people had lost their fighting spirit. If they continued to fight, it would only lead to a larger massacre. Moreover, because they broke into the trap with all their might, they have fallen into the encirclement, and it is impossible for them to retreat and escape.

The process of cleaning the battlefield is very simple. The victors began to plunder the battlefield according to all war practices. The scale of this battle was not large, but the casualties were not small. Half of the 100-man troops of the Rune Lord Tribe had fallen on the battlefield, and the victors also paid more than 20 casualties. That area was like a colorful dyeing workshop, with red and white intersecting each other, and finally all gradually evolved into dark red.

The captives stood by their heads, waiting for the victor's ruling. Fortunately, well-informed people know that the Chaos Lord does not worship terror, which means that he has no special interest in massacre - but depends on the facts. Tsengchi's believers all have this realistic utilitarian consideration. However, if he thinks killing the prisoners is more beneficial, the Chaos Lord will also start without hesitation.

The Chaos Lord stood in front of them and swept across the crowd with a trembling gaze. He looked over and over, but didn't know what he was thinking. Finally, he shook his head gently.

At that moment, all the prisoners felt that the end of the world was coming.

But the next moment, the Chaos Lord turned around and left, and the wizard who had cast the spell before came forward and announced good news to them.

All prisoners have one choice, that is, to choose to join the victor's ranks. The Chaos Lord, named Ashurufate, allowed them to retain their original beliefs, and as long as they survive three battles, he allowed them to leave his army freely. Of course, the prisoners could not accept this condition - this choice would cost the price, that would be executed on the spot.

For prisoners, no one would choose the second one.

The team of winners left before the night fell completely. On this bloody grass, there were still undead people flowing blood, bringing the most nutritious fertilizer to the land. For the winners, they have no names, stories, no hope, no future, only silent death.

This is what happens every day on the territory of chaos.
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