Performance of the 110th

A sneer slowly emerged from Ashu Rufate's face. The crowd looked at him, and he also looked at the crowd. He was their commander, and this was the power he obtained with his own strength and strategy. As the book says, it is not easy to obtain power, and it is even more difficult to preserve power. People who are not strong enough or smart enough cannot obtain power. Even if they get it through other ways, they can only bring disaster to themselves. This is because few people voluntarily are subordinates. If there are not enough means, then either the subordinates resist the superiors or the subordinates seize the power of the superiors.

Speaking of which, he himself didn't know how these concepts came to his mind - as if he had studied these things specifically, and as long as the conditions were right, he would naturally think about them.

"I heard something happened." Ashu Rufate spoke first. At this time, he had already worn all over his armor, except for his helmet. "Someone was killed?"

"A murder, sir." Someone spoke. Ash Rufate didn't know his name, but recognized him as one of the people he saw last night. "I want to accuse you of the terror-torn believers who killed a member of our army."

"A very serious accusation." Ashrufa nodded. "Talk about the advanced big account slowly."

A few minutes later, several members who conspired last night explained the process of the accident in detail. In fact, although they were vivid, what happened was actually inferred after watching the scene. In short, the matter was very simple. When Sag arrived there, he killed all the people there. Maybe he thought it would be a mistake, or there were a few unlucky guys on the scene, which made people unable to tell. In short, Sag killed two nearby guys together. The specific battle process - judging from the various traces left on the scene - was quite tragic. Because this battle was not a raid, the deceased were fully armed, and they all resisted before their death.

Moreover, the deceased was also cut off his head.

In the Chaos Realm, skull grabbing is a very common thing. Among the many barbarian tribes in the Chaos Realm (especially the Blood God believers), there are many of them with this habit. The reason is that some tribes believe that the head is the center of a person's power, and by obtaining the head, the winner can obtain the power of some victims. Of course, for the terror believers, taking the defeated head has a special meaning, because it is equivalent to sacrifice every defeated general under his command to the Blood God. In the legend of Chaos, the Blood God is sitting upright on a throne made up of the heads of countless victims. This behavior can greatly please the Blood God.

"What is the name of the dead person and what is his identity?" Asu Rufat asked casually.

This question was asked very naturally, but Ashu Rufate still noticed that several conspirators had obvious hesitation. However, in the end, the leader still reported the names of several people - all names that Ashu Rufate had never heard of, and he did not know whether it was true or false. However, even if Ashu Rufate had heard of, he would not remember such a small thing.

"All of them are Chaos Warriors?" Ashu Rufate asked.

"Yes, they all have Chaos Armor. They die inexplicably..."

"It's a serious matter," said Ashurufat. "Is it Sagh done it?"

"Sir, I can guarantee this. Because there are many witnesses who have seen him leave with his head. So many people will not misread it at the same time."

"I understand." Ashu Rufate said. "But I have to confirm it first." He gestured to Flint beside him, and the latter walked up. Everyone saw Ashu Rufate saying something in Flint's ear, and then the Slaanesians's God-Selected Warrior left.

"Don't be impatient," Ashrufate said to the group of officers gathered in the tent. "There should be a reply soon."

They didn't wait long, and Flint came back soon. When he went, he was empty-handed, and when he came back, he had an extra tray on his hand. There were several things that seemed to be balls on the tray. The reason why it was "like" was because there was a red cloth covering these things. But everyone knew that it was not a ball. The tray emitted such a strong smell of blood that no one could guess what was on it.

"Sir..." The leading conspirator wanted to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.

Ash Rufat lifted the first red cloth with a quick hand. Below was a human head. Because he had not died for a long time, the face of the entire head was very clear, no different from his life. But this was a strange face.

"This is a blatant challenge to your authority." Someone said indignantly. Ashu Rufate felt that the voice sounded familiar, and then realized that it was a very positive voice that spoke in that tent last night.

He ignored it and lifted the remaining two red cloths. One of the heads was exactly what he wanted to see.

"Sir," a conspirator stepped forward and shouted, trying to move Ashu Rufate's attention away from his head. But it was obvious that his approach had no meaning. Because Ashu Rufate's eyes stopped there and remained motionless for a long time.

"This... why do I look familiar?" Ashu Rufate finally raised his head and glanced around, his expression seemed to be confused. "Who is this?"

"This is..." The leading conspirator coughed. "A murdered by a terror believer..." He tried his best to cover up the accident, but unfortunately, it was destined to be futile.

"He looks very much like Astiana," said Asul Fate. "Apart from his age." His eyes swept across the men from the Angry Peak City. "What do you think?"

It would be too outrageous to say that people from the Angry Peak City didn't know Astiana. A group of people didn't know how to answer for a while. They all knew that the terror believers must deal with it after taking the skull. This thing was used as an ornament for the terror, so they naturally could not let it rot and smell. So they almost never expected that the head would remain so complete.

"This..." Several people stammered and couldn't speak.

"What's this person's name?" Ashu Rufat asked nonsensely, looking at the head of his eyes uneasy. "It should be Astiana's son. I remember he had a son... but I forgot how many of them there were."

This guy is actually pretty good. Ashu Rufate thought to himself. Hidden as the Chaos Champion lurked in, and then tried every means to win the victory fruit - if it could be successful, such achievements would definitely be Tsengchi's eye. It would be almost certain that he would be promoted to the Chaos Lord by then. I believe that this is the promoter behind the series of assassinations that Ashu Rufate encountered during this period.

But it's a pity that he was a little too tender after all. By the way, he was just a chaotic believer, so he was destined to not jump out of this position and watch everything from a larger perspective. Tsengchi didn't care about the piety of believers, but the value of the believers. Therefore, his planning of this plot was destined to fail. If he really had hope of success, Tsengchi would also sell him at the last moment - as long as Ashu Rufate made a request.

Asu Ruffat finished sighing in his heart, then looked up at the circle of subordinates. Now, even idiots could feel something wrong. The smart ones realized that they were completely fooled, and the smart ones were still thinking about justification or ruling.

Only the leaders are the most clear-headed. Although they already understand that this matter is an act from beginning to end, Ashu Rufate is the director and audience, and they are all unaware of it. But they are not panic. Because they know an objective fact that as long as Ashu Rufate still wants to conquer the swamp, he will not be able to leave them alone. Without them, the army will lose most of its combat power - and it will be a loss that cannot be recovered in the short term. Ashu Rufate just killed the immortal master Jacks. In the swamp, the old leader has died and the new leader has not yet been born. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Ashu Rufate will never give up. Therefore, Ashu Rufate cannot let his army lose its combat power and miss this great opportunity.

This is their trump card—so whatever they do, Ashu Rufate must be as patient as possible.

This was analyzed by the person who only had the head on the tray - from this point of view, he was very smart, got to the point and understood the fundamentals. But he got two things wrong. The first was that although Ashu Rufate had to be as patient as possible, it did not mean unlimited patience. The second was that Ashu Rufate needed them, but not all of them. He did it too much and was too careless.

Of course, perhaps he has other reasons to make him so bold. For example, because of Astiana, even if Astiana captures him, Eshu Rufate must (theoretically) be open to him. As long as he does not jump out and challenge Astiana's authority, then Astiana must be patient.

"Tell everyone good news." Ashu Rufat paused and suddenly said. "The war is over."

This news made everyone stunned for a moment. It was too sudden, so it was completely unbelievable.

"I am now the lord of this swamp," Ashrufate continued to explain. "By the promise of the father of the plague, the dominance of this swamp will be borne to my name from now on. There is no need for battle in the future, just... letters or magical communication."

To prove his words, Ashu Rufate raised his hand and rotated the ring in his hand on three sides, showing everyone the emblems of Slaane, Tsengchi and Nurghu.

Instead of wasting time to observe his subordinates' expressions of panic or stern expressions, he stood up. "Sometimes, a little bit of game is a good pastime," he said. "But if it is too much, it will deteriorate things." His eyes swept over the leaders, who immediately took a step back or made a move backward.
Chapter completed!