Section 103 Accident

Oba did not wear armor when he walked into Eshu Rufate's tent, so Eshu Rufate picked up the crossbow and shot an arrow at his chest. This was a crossbow from the Central Seven Kingdoms, well maintained and powerful. Within a medium distance, even Chaos Armor could not stop the direct shot of this thing - of course, it refers to ordinary Chaos Armor.

He didn't use the sword because he intended to let people see all this and let everyone see how Obama died. Well, everything was the same as he thought. Obama moaned, covering his wound with his hands, his eyes full of disbelief. He obviously didn't realize what was going on.

Ashu Rufate bent down, like an ordinary man, using his waist to stretch the strings of the crossbow and then loaded another arrow. When he picked up the crossbow and pointed it at the target for the second time, he couldn't help feeling a little apologized. Even if he killed the other party, he had to be a wise ghost.

"Sorry, Oba." Ashu Rufate said, his face full of regret. "You know, you were a little too domineering in the past. I need a fight to kill the chicken to warn the monkey, so I chose you."

"You..." The Chaos champion struggled to speak, but blood poured out of his mouth. He pinched the crossbow's shaft with his backhand, trying to pull it out of himself, but the severe pain and the barbs on the arrow made him unable to do this.

"I know, saying this may not make you more comfortable, but at least I will give you a decent funeral," explained Ashu Rufate. Then he pulled the trigger of the crossbow for the second time.

The arrow was very powerful. Obama looked at the second cross-bow arrow that shot into his chest and staggered backwards. He stepped back step by step, retreating far enough - much further than Ash Rufate expected, and then fell to the ground with his back, holding the arrow shaft in his right hand, dying with his eyes open.

All the soldiers outside the tent - half were Ashrufate's guards, and the other half were coming to the scene to find the origin of the assassin - saw this scene. A Chaos champion died so unknown, everyone was filled with shock.

Ashu Rufate threw away the crossbow and walked out of the tent with great strides. Everyone couldn't help but look at the Chaos Lord, and Ashu Rufate immediately explained.

"He sent these assassins here," said Ashu Rufate. "But for his previous record," he looked at Tarik on the side (the wizard apprentice was taking people to check the assassin's assassin's assassin's assassin and trying to identify their origins), "Set him a funeral that matches the Chaos Champion's identity."

After saying this, Ashu Rufate turned around and returned to the tent.

He wanted them to let everyone know that he did not need investigation, interrogation, and nothing needed. He would only cleanly kill those who he thought were suspected. Who can know who the suspicion was in the heart of the Chaos Lord? So from then on, no one dared to do such stupid things assassination.

Well, after solving a small problem, he had to consider the next step. He knew before that now is not the time to take the initiative, he needs time to let the death of the Immortal Lord Jacks spread throughout the swamp. The Immortal Lord ruled for too long that he had become a symbol of the swamp force, so after his death, his subordinates' first reaction was definitely not to believe it. They needed time to confirm the news and pull themselves back to reality from the illusion of "This is a rumor".

Then, what impact does the entire swamp have? Maybe the subordinates are at a loss and cannot react. Maybe more people want to replace the Immortal Lord? Of course, there is also the worst possibility, that is, the father of the Plague sent another Chaos Lord to replace the Immortal Lord's territory.

But no matter which one it is, the division of many tribes in the swamp is inevitable. Then, there is a breakthrough... But if you just wait like this and do nothing...

The curtain was tilted, and Ashu Rufate raised his eyes and saw Rafinia walking in from outside. She was holding a wine pot in her hand, and the smell of "drinking blood" floated out from the mouth of the pot.

Looking at her, Ashu Rufat thought of Xingke for some reason. Maybe he shouldn't have come to the chaotic territory... Such a thought suddenly emerged from his heart, and was quickly driven out of his mind by him. At least, Slaine and Tsengchi promised him repeatedly that Xingke would not be damaged for the foreseeable time. The believers of terror worked so hard to bring her thousands of miles to the north, not to kill her - this is easy to understand.

"Rafinia," Ashu Rufate asked suddenly. "Which one of the gods do you worship?"

"Me?" Rafinia was stunned for a moment, then immediately lowered her eyes. "Like you, sir."

"Same as me?" Ashu Rufat smiled, and a trace of violence naturally emerged from his smile. "Don't think I am the Chaos Lord recognized by Tsengchi and Slaanes, but I don't believe anyone."

He thought this sentence would cause surprise, but if Rafinia was surprised, at least nothing was shown on her face. "Like you." She repeated it once.

"Like me...but I..." Ashu Rufate suddenly realized that something was wrong. "What? Why don't you choose one of the gods as the Lord?"

"Maybe I can ask you why?"

"Because in the eyes of the gods, mortal believers are just chess pieces," said Ash Rufate. "And I don't like to be a chess piece. The gods didn't need us at first, but because they were restraining each other, they used us as tools for gambling and used gambling to resolve their disputes." He spread his hands. "If the gods really value their believers, at least, they would arm every believer with chaos armor."

"My reason is similar to you. The law of chaos has not brought me any benefits. It has caused both my parents to perish and my relatives to be exterminated. So I think it makes sense that I don't like the law of chaos."

"Even if that means you will always be a slave and not be free?"

"Even if I respect Chaos, can I be free?" Rafinia asked back.

This answer made Ashu Rufate feel boring. Chaos matters are so troublesome, because you don't know if what you hear is the truth. Especially the believers of the Lord of Deceit, the Lord of Deceit welcomes any kind of lies, including lying that he does not believe in Tsengchi. The worst thing is that they are always ready to lie—both psychologically and logically—so hard to pry out the truth from their mouths with a sudden attack or torture. But since Rafinia said that, he did not ask.

"How is Oba?" he asked. "What do you think?"

“A lot of people are talking in the camp,” Rafinia replied. “But it seems that many people agree with your judgment.”

When she said this, she placed the wine pot on the table. Ashu Rufate's tent was small, but it was still enough to set a table.

"Sir, should we leave?"

"Leave?" Ashu Rufate was a little surprised by the word.

"I thought you would leave," said Rafinia. "Didn't you have killed the Immortal Lord Jacks?"

"Killing him is just the beginning." Ash Rufate replied. "What I need is not the death of the Immortal Lord, but this swamp. Conquer it, control it, and let all the tribes in the swamp be worshipped at my feet. This is what I want to do. Finally, I guess I have to create a road in the swamp that can run through the swamp. To achieve this goal, I still have a lot to do. Now everything has just begun."

"But... since you have killed the Immortal Lord," Rafinia asked. "Then why don't you replace him?"

"Replace?" Ashurufat made an uncertain gesture in his surprise. "I am not a believer of the father of the plague. How should I replace it? To replace it, I can replace Astiana-but it makes no sense. Astiana is not threatening or beneficial to me. Even further, as long as the Dangerous Peak City can provide me with logistics, Astiana will be much better than dead."

"Sorry, I just think so. In my opinion, it seems that all the gods like this. As long as a Chaos believer can kill a Chaos believer of the same level, he can replace the status of the dead. This seems to be a rule of chaos. If there is a difference in status between them, at least he can get the smile of the gods."

After Rafinia left, Ashrufa decided to calm down. Although he said this just now, it is undeniable that Rafinia's words aroused a thought. This thought had appeared quietly before, but now it has become more clear and specific.

He took out the spoils he had obtained from the Immortal Lord, a necklace. The necklace pendant was carved with the emblem of Nurgle. Chaos believers always carried such things with them - some even tattooed the emblem of God directly onto their bodies. Those who worship all the gods of Chaos at the same time either hung the octagonal star representing the unity of Chaos, or simply put the emblem of the four evil gods together.

The necklace pendant in his hand is metal, looks inconspicuous, and even a little dirty and rusty, but as a magician, he can clearly feel the faint magic wind over it. This is a treatment that only believers at the Chaos Lord level can have.

Can it work? Ashu Rufate asked himself in his heart. It should work. Since he can communicate directly with Slaanesia and Tsengchi, why can't he communicate directly with Nurg? But on the other hand, whether it is Tsengchi or Slaanesia, they took the initiative to come to Ashu Rufate. They obviously regarded Ashu Rufate as an important pawn - but Nurg is different. The father of the plague had already made an attitude of not interfering, and he seemed to have no idea about Ashu Rufate. In addition, Ashu

Rufat just killed the Immortal Lord Jacks - it is said everywhere that the Chaos Lord is Nurg's darling, and the father of the plague never stings with him smile and rewards. Although Ashu Rufat thinks that the Immortal Lord's appearance has nothing to do with "possession", it is a complete puppet, but whether it is a darling or a puppet, since he was killed by Ashu Rufat, Nurg has enough reason to dislike Ashu Rufat. From this point of view, Ashu Rufat's approach is risky.

He pinched the necklace pendant in his hand and thought about it again and again. Finally, he pressed the necklace pendant on his forehead.

Then he felt a strange numbness on his forehead, which was completely different from Tsengchi and Slaanes before, and a voice appeared in his mind.

"You called me, child." The voice was neither full of indescribable temptation like Slaanes nor as cold as mechanical as Tsengchi, but a voice full of emotion, gentle and loving.
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