After a short period of time, a small team of cavalry walked past this side.

This is the patrolman of the "Roaming Hunter" tribe. Over the past period, their relationship with their long-time neighbors, eternal enemy, and the "Kazar" tribe was very tense. With the failure of the war invasion of the Southern Region, a storm was brewing on this grassland. This failure weakened a group of tribes and changed the original balance of power. Therefore, the strong wanted to take the opportunity to expand their power, while the weak tried to defend their existing interests. A large-scale melee was inevitable.

It should be particularly noted that these two tribes actually have no direct relationship with this failure - even if there are, they have sent insignificant forces to assist several Chaos Lords invading the South. However, no one can stay out of this storm. Because other forces are eyeing each other, no one has taken time to covet these two tribes that are remote and not very strong.

Therefore, both sides felt that this was a great opportunity to eliminate their long-time enemies. Without a fisherman, the snipe and clam would have a life-and-death battle.

Having said that, if the fisherman was standing next to him at the beginning, the snipe and clam would not fight each other. The reason why the fisherman was a fisherman was because he hid it when the snipe and clam dispute began.

Because of this tense atmosphere, the two tribes have been strengthened in alert, one of which is the expanded scope of patrol.

Time is spring. Even if spring comes later in the north, it is already time for all things to revive and the plants sprout green buds. Among this green area, a red crown appears extremely conspicuous.

The patrol soldiers immediately ran here. After confirming that there were no one else around, the leader jumped off the war horse and pulled up arrows and head crowns from the ground. The arrows were very ordinary, but if you look at the head crowns, you can find the mark of Prince Huanyu on it. After careful examination, you can find a row of magic symbols on the inside of the head crown.

If you are not mistaken, the original owner of this head crown should be a Slaanesian wizard. From the color point of view, this wizard has a more than 60% chance of being a woman.

However, such a head crown belonging to Slaanes witch was nailed to the ground by an arrow. This shows that a battle had occurred here. It should be a sneak attack or a pursuit. It can be easily reasoned that in this battle, the witch was the one who failed. Because if the witch wins, she will undoubtedly take away her belongings.

The Chaos believers mainly form various war gangs and tribes, but there are indeed some alone (or a small group of few people) who act. It is not uncommon to encounter such a thing on the edge of their own territory. As the saying goes, the captain put away the evidence of the existence of this battle, the head crown and the arrow, and then rode away.

This may be just a matter that has nothing to do with the tribe, but it may also be part of a conspiracy against the tribe. Everything must be handed over to the top leaders of the tribe for judgment.

...

The night is already dark.

Ashu Rufat sat by the pool of fire, feeling the heat brought by the fire. Even in spring, the wilderness nights still seemed cold. Claire lay on the ground wrapped in a blanket, and the mute old man chose the same way, but sleeping under the carriage.

Looking at the two of them sleeping soundly, Ash Rufate couldn't help but think of her journey. I don't know how Xingke is now; I don't know that Xingjian's body has not been well maintained at all (since that incident happened, she has become sick and can only rest); I don't know if Ajin has successfully expanded her business again; I don't know that little girl...

He threw a piece of dry firewood into the bonfire, making the bonfire even more intense. He couldn't help but take out the female pendant from his arms. As mentioned earlier, this thing was an on-surface jewelry, but in fact it was a magical object, because the power of the magic wind was always condensed on it.

This should be the truth of the so-called "evil gods staring at us". The so-called "the gods are staring at our every move" should come from this. In a sense, this may be correct. Because if this ornament can work correctly, the owner of the ornament should be able to connect with those beings called "chaotic evil gods" by humans at any time. This connection is two-way, and the evil gods can actively connect with the holder. In particular, this spiritual connection can be at a very small scale.

For some reason, Ashu Rufate knew one thing. That is, as long as the evil god is willing, it can quietly get the information it needs from the holder, but the holder itself will not notice it.

However, Ashu Rufate himself is also a magician. Although he is average in magic skills, he is very broad in magic knowledge. So he made a small bag for himself that can effectively isolate magic power (this material can be obtained from the church), and then put the thing in the bag. If he needs to take it out, he will also keep it away from his head.

This is not a difficult thing. Although this thing is a magical object, its power is very small. As long as it is not close to the head, this magical spiritual connection cannot be maintained.

But as long as he put this thing on his head... his hard search seemed to be over quickly. He would definitely get help from Slaanes and then quickly end all this...

No! No! Some instinct in his heart roared and asked him to hold this thing back in his palm. Just now, his trembling hand almost pressed it on his forehead.

What happened? Ash Rufate came back to his senses and realized what he had just done. Is it an illusion? Or his unconscious choice? Is this a trick of the evil god? However, he just embraced the wind of magic, so he was sure that the magic on the pendant just now did not take effect, or at least it would not have such an effect.

He once again stuffed the pendant into his pocket.

This is the "safety zone". The word means that you can sleep peacefully here - just arrange night watchmen and put weapons in a position within reach. For the wilderness, this is already a good place. The reason is that it is close to the territory of the "Roaming Hunter" tribe. Those large and medium-sized tribes with fixed territories are mostly such "safety zones". Because in the concept of Chaos believers, it is extremely worthy of boasting if they can ravage the land around their territory and drive all outsiders away. In addition, this has a realistic advantage: if there are enemies who intend to attack, they have to gather and prepare at a further distance, which allows the tribe to have sufficient reaction time without being caught off guard.

To be honest, this situation is the best example of this concept. If the Wandering Hunter Tribe adhered to this principle, then Asovin's small tribe would have long disappeared from the world, and there is no such thing as trade at the moment, but it is actually a spy. Unfortunately, the Wandering Hunter Tribe must gather most of its power to prepare to fight the Kazar Tribe, causing a small, but very dangerous enemy to appear where they did not pay attention.

Ashu Rufate stood up and left the bonfire. His dark vision made the night meaningless to him. He could see this vibrant wilderness and feel the breath of wildness all around.

"Actually, this place is not bad." This thought was inexplicably thriving in his mind. But it was only a moment. The speed of this consciousness being generated and extinct was so rapid that even Ashu Rufate himself did not notice it.

This does not seem to be derived from his own consciousness, but some other existence quietly stuffed this idea into his mind. It is true that this idea has little impact, but it has changed something without realizing it.

At this moment, at a distance from Ashurufate (actually not very far), inside the Safari tribe, a Chaos Wizard was reciting the mantra of prayer. In front of him, there was an altar: the altar was not painted on the altar, but an octagonal star representing the entire chaotic evil god. The flames burned in the center of the octagonal star.

He recited the mysterious words in tones like a poem. When he spoke these syllables loudly, sweat slowly oozed out of his forehead, indicating that this was not an easy job. And the fact seems to be the same: in this chanting, the color of the flame is gradually changing, from the original ordinary red flame to a light blue, and then it turns into a red color.

It's not the red of normal flames, but it's closer to blood-red.

As the last syllable was spit out from the wizard's mouth, the blood-red flame suddenly erupted and rose to the height of the two people. After such an explosion, the flame of the priest quickly became smaller and extinguished. Now it can be seen that there was a red, broken crown in the flame.

"Crisis!" The wizard touched his sweat and turned to face his back. He was not the only one who was holding this ceremony. Behind him, there were about twenty people standing, each wearing chaos armor. The armor style of the leading one was obviously different - more gorgeous, more detailed, and looked better protection.

With this armor alone, he can see his identity as a Chaos Champion Warrior. The Chaos believer who has obtained this status is already qualified to become the leader of small and medium-sized tribes or war gangs, and can also have a place in the large tribe.

"Crisis!" The wizard emphasized once. "This thing... was not picked up by chance. Behind it is a conspiracy against our tribe. This is the revelation God gave me."

Yes, this ceremony was held to understand what the head crown was like. The patrol team picked up this thing and handed it over to the top leaders of the tribe. In this situation of panic, the top leaders of the tribe were not careless. The final result was that the wizard held a ceremony and prayed for revelation from the gods.

They offered generous sacrifices and indeed received the attention of the gods.

"Sure enough... this is not a coincidence." Chaos champion said softly. "We made the right choice. This should be a scalp and a half of the claws that were accidentally exposed in a conspiracy."

"Maybe it a sneak attack?"

"It is impossible. No tribe except Kazar can threaten us. We have strengthened our guard and sneak attacks, it is impossible to succeed."
Chapter completed!