Section 27 Explanation

When the big and small things were done, the time was coming to the evening. Asovin held a meeting of the meeting as usual. Claire was fortunate to attend for the first time and also enjoyed the skills of Asu Ruffat. The atmosphere of the meeting in the evening was very warm. After Claire completed this task, the two major problems - intelligence and military rations - were greatly alleviated, and everyone had plenty of time to carefully study future strategies.

The only surprise is that the second-ranked figure in the tribe, the God-Choice Warrior Need, did not come. According to everyone, Need left in his full equipment the morning before yesterday. No one knew where he went and what he was doing, only his slaves returned yesterday.

There was a rumor that Need wanted to go out and inquire about the news, but there was no conclusive evidence.

After the meeting, Claire and Ashu Rufate returned to the tent together.

Although Claire was exhausted from the journey and meetings (there was really hard to sit for a car without shock absorption), she had an unconcealed excitement on her face. Her current status in the tribe is no match for the same day as a month ago. In the past, although she said "no one bullied me", the days of a child without a protector were really not comfortable. In order to live, she had to sell part of the things left by her parents.

It seems that since I accidentally met Ash Rufate that night, my luck has become very good.

In fact, this man from the south is good, and he is impeccable in terms of appearance, strength (or cooking level). Except for his mental weakness, he is a little too weak - but this is inevitable, after all, he is a southerner. If a southerner is not weak, would he be called a southerner? Besides, in theory, this kind of psychological weakness can be reversed.

I would like to explain here that when I was in the south, the scar in the middle of Ash Rufate's nose was a stain on his appearance (although he was not ugly because of this, this scar was probably a bit of a bad appearance). However, in the Chaos Tribe, this scar immediately became an advantage to increase masculinity.

Maybe... tonight...

When she thought so, she had already arrived in her tent, or to the place where she usually sleeps. As mentioned earlier, her tent was actually quite large, and Ashu Rufate and she were not sleeping close to each other, but in two corners far apart.

"Claire." She suddenly heard Ash Rufate's voice. There was a faint smell in her voice. "I think it's almost time for me to say goodbye."

The blow was so sudden that she didn't react for a few seconds. "Huh? Goodbye?"

"Well, I've been here for a long time and learned a lot. I think it's time for me to leave." Ashu Rufate said. He felt that his request was reasonable, so he didn't expect that the other party would react like this.

Claire glared at her, his eyes flashing with a raging fire.

This kind of eyes Ash Rufate had seen. Ajin had suffered a small loss when he was doing business (that is, doing market research in Eagle City and doing some small transactions) and lost five Jin Olis. Although Ajin was really a business veteran, the so-called tigers also had their eyes off at that time.

Although Ajin emphasized that several Jin Oli were small money, he was angry that he was actually plotting against this matter. But in Ashu Rufat's view, it was just that he felt sorry for his losses. Yes, Ajin was not a stingy person, but it was based on the rewards (for example, food, clothing, and enjoyment, or the capital necessary for business). If he lost money in business, that kind of loss was completely meaningless, his expression when he touched the money was as sad as giving his biological daughter to someone.

"You want to leave?"

"It's my time to leave," said Ashu Rufate. "You know, I'm just... living here for a while and learning some common sense." He felt that he had to make careful speeches because he didn't understand why Claire showed such a look - at some point, he found that he didn't understand women at all. Women no matter where they were. "It seems that that was what I said at first."

The flames in Claire's eyes did not diminish at all.

"You can't leave!"

"Why?"

"Because there is a war here soon." Claire stared at Ashurufate. "You know, you'll be in the hunter tribe and the Kazar tribe. The war will begin these days. You, a lonely traveler, are really too dangerous."

"I'm not going to be in danger...I'll avoid..."

"You can't avoid it!" Claire said decisively. "No one knows where the battle will break out, and he doesn't know how many places the battle will break out. It's too dangerous."

She looked at Ashu Rufate so anxiously that Ashu Rufate even felt embarrassed to say no.

"Okay, wait for this battle to end," he said. If Ned said correctly, then at most it would only be delayed for three or five days.

It was late at night, and the entire tribe's camp fell into a deep sleep. Claire was lying in a thick fur blanket, tossing and turning but unable to fall asleep. Although her body was tired from the journey, she could not fall asleep.

Ashu Rufate is leaving.

This was nothing strange. When he first came to the tribe, he explained it to Asowen directly. Before that, he also explained to her the reason for coming to the north this time. It was also because of this that he needed to share a tent with her.

But... when I thought of him leaving, I naturally felt inexplicably sad. In any case, I didn't want him to leave.

However, there is no reason to leave him. This so-called "for your safety" is just a self-deception. And even so, it will not take too long.

A hundred thoughts skipped in her mind, and every thought was destroyed in front of reason.

What to do? What to do? Wait, maybe I should make sure first.

...

The war clouds on the northern grasslands are getting denser. Perhaps it is the driving force behind the scenes, or it is just the influence of human nature. In short, a large-scale melee is imminent. Almost every tribe is paying attention, preventing the enemy's attacks on the one hand, and trying to find suitable prey on the other hand.

There are two tribes on the edge of the desert, one is the wandering hunter and the other is the Kazar. Both of them have long been a feud, and now, both sides feel that it is time to decide the right time.

However, two days away from the two tribes, there is a third Chaos tribe in a remote and barren land. This area is too barren to be ignored by the two large tribes, and almost no one believes that there is still a threat in this place - barren means that it cannot raise too many people, and the number of people means combat power. Therefore, even if the two tribes send scouts to reconnaissance around, they never go here.

Ashu Rufate walked by the camp. Two children who had just learned to walk were running happily in the camp. It could be seen that they were twins. The two children collided with him. They were not afraid of life at all, and they were actually playing hide-and-seek with their legs holding Ashu Rufate.

No matter how tense the atmosphere is, there is a quiet atmosphere inside.

The entire tribe was ready for migration under the order of Asovin. There was already news that the hunter tribe had already set out in full swing and rushed to fight against the enemy. Because this was a decisive battle, and I didn't expect the situation in the future of the Yellow Bird, they almost did not leave much force to garrison the camp.

From the perspective of fighter jets, this is a great opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity to attack. Someone suggested this, but Asovin rejected the plan. It must be said that there is no reason for this wizard to become the head of the tribe. He is very clear-headed and does not make any fool of himself. He is very clear-headed and has no advantage in the slightest way. He is very clear-headed, so he must not expose his existence - otherwise, the winner can destroy him effortlessly.

"Ashrufate," someone called him that after Ashrufate had a little fun with the two children. He was a middle-aged man with a slightly gray hair, named Gander - a scout and a raider. "It's time for us to leave."

Yes, Ashu Rufate joined the scout team because he wanted to learn the skills of Chaos Warriors tracking and hiding in the wilderness. This also has considerable significance to him, because it is likely to be useful in the future. As mentioned earlier, just as Ashu Rufate once promised, Ashu Rufate's request was immediately agreed.

"What are we going to do this time?" Ashu Rufate asked only after leaving the camp.

"Go and see how they're fighting."

"The fight? The winner has been decided?"

"Ha, if the winner could be decided so quickly, there would be only one tribe left here." Gander replied. "It's not that simple. Although you are from the south, you should also know... no one wants to lose during the war. Even if you lose, at least you can't lose too badly."

"I fully understand this feeling."

"So, things have become like this. Both sides have set up strong military camps, and even if there is a small defeat on the battlefield, there is a place to retreat." Gande said.

Ashrufate vaguely felt something was wrong. By the way, the Chaos Legion seemed to be famous for being brave and fearless. How could they...

"Well, maybe you have some misunderstandings, but you have to understand that wars between tribes are different from forming legions to expeditions." Gander said. "Especially those terrifying madmen."

Ashu Rufate now understands that even in chaos, believers of terror are afraid of fear. The key is their fearless style. For example, in the last battle with the terror war gang, most of the people who surrendered and fled during the battle were plunderers, and most of the real terror warriors chose to die in battle. If it weren't for the critical magic of Asovin, it would be hard to say how things would have developed. It was that magic that aroused all kinds of inexplicable desires of human beings, and even temporarily overwhelmed the terror warriors' fanaticism about blood and battles.

"Well, anyway, the fighting style is more conservative, right?"

"That's right." Gander said. "It's especially important to note that... people from non-warrior classes are actually very likely to collapse. They... are only a little better than those ordinary southerners. You can understand if you say this."

"Have you met other southerners?" Ashu Rufate asked with some interest.
Chapter completed!