Section 2 Captive

This was a very strong intuition. In an instant, an indescribable sense of fear swept across her body, making her body unable to move for a moment.

This powerful sense of intimidation...this guy...is very powerful.

The next moment, she found that the other party was moving. It was hard to describe the other party's movements, and they didn't look particularly agile and flexible, but by the time she realized it, the other party had already rushed through the long distance between the two parties and stopped about ten steps in front of her.

The sword that was originally placed by the bonfire was already held in his hand by him. The scabbard had been thrown away at some point, and the sword body was faintly reflected in the darkness, like a flash of lightning.

In the darkness, the two people were in a stalemate with each other. On the surface, she seemed to be the advantage because she was holding a crossbow in her hand. As long as she twitched her fingers, she could shoot powerful arrows. The distance between the two sides was only ten steps, which was exactly the distance at which the crossbow could exert its maximum power. At this distance, unless you were shaking your own hands, it would be almost impossible for you to shoot in the air.

However, there was a heartfelt instinct warning her. As long as she pressed her fingers, she would never see the sun tomorrow again.

The two people stood in a stalemate in the night, and their bodies seemed to have turned into stones, motionless.

She tried her best to recover a little of her ability to move her body. Although she didn't look down on the weak and incompetent southerners - these southerners rely on stone castles and gunpowder to fight - she had heard such legends. Among the weak southerners, some extremely powerful warriors would occasionally appear.

For example, this person...the murderous aura and the powerful pressure... this person should be the kind of hero who has harvested countless lives under his command. In the moment, the other party actually gave up his short spear and took the sword. From this point of view, he should be a swordsman?

The southern swordsman took a half step forward. It seemed that he no longer wanted to continue such a stalemate.

She instantly made her own choice.

"Wait!" she shouted. She spoke in a common language, and although she had a little accent, the southern swordsman should be able to understand it.

The Southern Swordsman indeed stopped moving, and his eyes looked at her coldly.

"I...I...I surrender, but you...can't kill me!" She mustered up the courage. She was sure that the other party came alone. Such a powerful warrior came alone... Ninety-nine percent were inspired by the gods. However, she couldn't be sure who was inspired by this person.

If it is terror, surrender is equivalent to dying. If you want to surrender under the terror believers and save your life, you will need the same luck as encountering a magical weapon when walking.

The Southern Swordsman did not answer, only the deep murderous intent in his eyes seemed to fade a little. Perhaps he was also wondering why he said this. Those southerners did not know anything about the foreign land at all. She was not a genuine Chaos Warrior - she didn't even count as a plunderer - how could she fight against such a powerful swordsman?

"Put down your weapon." The Southern Swordsman finally spoke. Although his accent was slightly different, he was a communication existence.

She immediately dropped the crossbow in her hand, then untied the short knife on her body, and threw it to the ground. In order to show that she had completely disarmed, she took a few steps back and raised her hands to signal.

The Southern Swordsman hesitated for a moment, but in the end he put away his sword and returned to his previous position of burning fire. This time, she followed him.

"Sit." The southern swordsman pointed with his hand. Under the fire, she could easily see the obvious scar on the other person's face. This was a sharp weapon left on the bridge of his nose. As long as the blow was one and a half points deeper, this one would not live today. But what's interesting is that this scar did not make his face look ferocious and ugly (this was difficult to avoid).

She sat down obediently as she said.

"What's your name?" asked the Southern Swordsman. When he spoke, he had already put the sword in the sheath and threw it aside. This action was a bit in line with the swordsman's habits. Could it be that she guessed wrong?

"My name is... Claire."

"My name is Ashu Rufate." Ashu Rufate said. "You are a barbaric... a northerner? Why are you here alone?"

"I'm here to hunt." Claire replied obediently. She was holding a crossbow and wanted to come over secretly to launch a sneak attack. Now she has become the other party's prisoner. Fortunately, this person is obviously not a believer of terror, otherwise she would have been killed when she dropped her weapon.

A little while ago, she was looking forward to getting enough spoils to go back. Now she just hopes that she can survive: even if this man named Ashu Rufate is not a believer of terror, she cannot be 100% sure of her safety.

The law of chaos is very realistic and cruel.

"Where is your... tribe?" Ashu Rufate was a little interested. Because a hunter could not leave his home too far. If there was no special goal, the hunting range should be two to three days' journey around the home. According to the book, the Chaos Tribe actually has its own inherent territory controlled by each. Since this girl named Claire appeared here, maybe... could he know some news about the Blood Tooth Lord from this tribe?

"Here...there..." Claire pointed with his hand. "The journey of the day," she added.

"Is this the territory of your tribe?" Ashu Rufate asked again. It was a bit strange. After such a large-scale battle and such a large number of casualties, why did these Chaos tribes dare to approach this side? Even if this journey exceeds the control of the patrol team, it is at least within the range of the scout's alert.

It is to be admitted that since the White Fort was built, the human civilization world has been using gestures and has never taken the initiative to attack the Chaos Force. However, this tribe is a little too bold. Either the tribe is powerful and not afraid of the attack of the Groney Legion, or they are too ignorant and do not know that the situation here has undergone fundamental changes.

"No, not..." the girl stammered. "We are...nomads."

After a while, Ashu Rufate finally understood the general situation. In short, the girl's tribe moved here during this period - because the surrounding area is very barren, no one has ever claimed sovereignty. In terms of time, the possibility of missing out with the Blood Tooth Lord and his party is much greater than the possibility of meeting.

Well, sure enough, aren't that lucky? Ashu Rufat thought of this and picked up the helmet he had just thrown on the ground. This helmet was found on the corpse of the suspected Blood-Tooth Lord. It seemed to be just an ordinary face-opening helmet, not even a face-protecting armor. However, there was a very conspicuous chaos symbol on the top of the helmet.

Ashu Rufate himself did not plan to wear this helmet (even if he wanted to wear it, it was not very suitable for the size). He was actually just interested in this chaos symbol, thinking that this symbol might be helpful to his search - to be honest, looking for a needle in a haystack.

While he was thinking, his eyes were stopped on the bonfire, so he did not notice that the girl named Claire also saw the symbol of the helmet, and a look of panic appeared on her face.

Because she recognizes it, it is a symbol of terror. She will never admit her mistake. Each God has some symbols, badges or statues representing herself. So when a believer prays to God devoutly, as long as possible, he should not pray in the air, but in these symbols, badges or statues.

This man is a believer of terror! It is impossible for a southerner to wear such a helmet. Now, the identity of this man is beyond doubt. He was inspired by terror.

And she knew that all those who were inspired by God (especially the lonely travelers) were almost powerful warriors or mages. The reason why she was not killed immediately was perhaps because this man named Ash Rufate was not very familiar with the laws of chaos for the time being? That should be it!

The man dropped his helmet and looked up at her, as if thinking about what to do. She quickly stretched out her hands.

"This..." After a few seconds of silence, Ashu Rufate finally spoke. "What does it mean?" He looked at the girl with confusion and made the move of straightening her hands side by side.

"You can tie me up." The girl said in a trembling voice.

"Bundle it up?" Ashu Rufate was really a little confused.

"I am your captive, your slave. If I tied up, I wouldn't run away." Damn, she suddenly realized that she had said the wrong thing. What she should say was "I won't run away." Now that I'm done, this person might think that her death is better than living.

"You can leave soon." Ashu Rufat felt that the conversation was boring. He was already sure that the girl could not threaten him at all. Well, maybe she was malicious when she came just now, but no matter what, the conversation just now was still very helpful to him.

"No...you said you wouldn't kill me!" Claire's face turned extremely pale.

The word "go" has multiple meanings in human language, one of which is death.

"Why should I kill you?" Ashu Rufate didn't understand even more.

"You..." This time, Claire finally realized that the other party was not making some cruel joke. Suddenly, as a girl of this age, she couldn't help but make another big mistake and said some stupid words. "Didn't the Blood God... all teach his believers to sacrifice him with killing and blood?"

"Blood God?" Ashu Rufate frowned. When he spit out this title, his expression was like sticking out a piece of poison on his tongue. "I have nothing to do with him!" He looked at the girl and suddenly realized that the other party was really not old. Although she was well developed, she was only around fifteen or sixteen years old, and at most she would not be over eighteen.
Chapter completed!