Chapter 33 Discovery

The vote was the result of Asus Rufate once predicted, Claire received the most votes.

If this is a chamber of commerce, then I'm afraid everyone is fooled in secret, but on the surface they have to congratulate the winner. But unfortunately, this is the Chaos Tribe.

In the Chaos Tribe, there are only customs and no laws. How much does this sentence mean? One of them is: As long as you are strong enough, all rules cannot bind you.

The one who publicly expressed his opposition was the one who had the most hope of winning in the election. Of course, this is normal. His name is Flint, and he is a young Chaos Warrior with great potential in the tribe. He killed four terror believers in the last battle to win his own Chaos Armor. This time, he killed two opponents in the night battle - both Chaos Warriors. This is an amazing achievement. Although this achievement is probably not enough to be promoted by Prince Huanyu to the God-Selected Warrior and share her divine grace, it is also closer to that goal.

You can say that if he can win one or two more battles, then as long as he is not dead or dead, it is a foregone conclusion to become a God-Selected Warrior. This is also the reason for his fierce opposition. Because an obvious possibility is: if he, as the leader of the tribe, presents this victory to Prince Huanyu, perhaps he can become a God-Selected Warrior directly.

That's right, as a leader, he has such special treatment. Because in this regard, the concept of evil gods is very similar to the general concept of southern society: the victory of his subordinates is the victory of the leader, and the achievements of his subordinates are the achievements of the leader.

In the last battle to defeat the terrorist war gang, Asovin's three magics played a critical role. But even if Asovin did nothing, as long as he won the final victory, the glory and grace he received would not be reduced at all.

There is a very vivid irony about this phenomenon: soldiers are fighting, but kings will become heroes.

"This is cheating, why is that little girl selected? He is not even a Chaos Warrior!"

"It's a fair election," Moore replied with a firm attitude. From this point of view, the magic brooch is really worth the money. "If anyone thinks there is a disadvantage, I don't mind taking everything out and letting everyone check it out. If I remember correctly, Flint, you voted for Claire."

"This election is invalid!" Flint didn't care what the other party said, and was not interested in finding evidence of cheating. "What qualifications does that little girl have to lead us instead of Asovin?!"

"So do you think someone is more suitable?" Someone spoke, and everyone was stunned for a moment, because the person who was speaking was Ashu Rufate, the chef in the tribe.

"Of course!" Flint's momentum did not weaken at all, and he turned his head to face the interrupter.

"For example?" Ashu Rufat asked.

"That's right." Flint answered proudly. This is also in line with Chaos's ideas. Chaos does not have the kind of hesitant, wanting to greet but rejecting, and speaking in a curved manner. You have to get what you can get, and you don't fear to say it out. Of course, if your confidence belongs to the unreasonable type, then you will immediately pay the price for your stupidity.

Asu Ruffatt had just watched it for a while, so now he knows the general situation. Flint is obviously the No. 1 seed player, but unfortunately, although he is No. 1, he did not have any obvious distance from No. 2 and No. 3 (otherwise, there would not be such elections and disputes, and he would have taken the post directly). At this moment, except for him, most of the others remained silent. Some people should have the same idea as Flint, but they were not as lawless as him, and directly ignored the oath they had just made to Prince Huanyu. Others had not had a great chance at first, but they simply waited to see if they could take advantage of the troubled waters.

"If you are suitable or not, you will know if it is appropriate." Ashrufate said. "For example, there is a major problem now. If you think you are suitable, it should be able to solve it."

"What's the problem?" Flint was not only surprised, but even Moore was shocked.

"Kazar's patrol troops will probably arrive in this area soon." Ashurufate shrugged and replied. "If we can't destroy them all, we're probably done."

"This is impossible!" Several people shouted at the same time.

"On the way back, I saw a lot of scavenging birds... as many as there was a cloud in the sky. This is not something I saw after running far away." Ashu Rufate shrugged. "What does this mean?"

"This..." Moore hesitated for a moment. Although he didn't want to admit it, there was actually only one explanation for this phenomenon.

"They were bitten and escaped long enough before they were finally wiped out," said Ashu Rufate. "I guess they were originally going in different directions, but then they fled to this neighborhood. You can pretend not to know, or think that Prince Huanyu can protect us from the enemy's nose. But I don't realize it's a good idea."

"I have a suggestion that anyone who feels that he is more suitable for Ahsovin can try to kill the Qazar scout team." Asu Ruffat said. "I think this is the best way to prove his ability. The Qazar scout team is usually five to fifteen."

After he said this, everyone calmed down. It was strange that this sanctuary named Ashu Rufate was obviously just a chef, but there was a sense of majesty in his speech. Almost everyone did not refute his proposal. Even Flint shut up.

Kill a few scouts - literally, this is naturally a simple thing. Scouts are usually plunderers, and there is no reason for a Chaos Warrior to defeat one. However, the key problem is that behind the scout is Kazar's large army.

The Kazar tribe's troops were at least ten times more powerful than them. What's worse is that the Kazar people can now take out all their power against them without worrying about anything else.

Defeating a scout unit is very simple, but if one of the scouts escapes back, it will probably turn into a tragedy. There is no hope for this kind of battle with a huge disparity, let alone even the only magical combat power in the tribe, that is, Asovin, lying down.

But it would be impossible to fight. Although they tried their best to cover up the battlefield, they just dealt with it roughly, hoping to cover it up in the short term. If the Qazar people were really asked to come over... Well, they are also serious scouts of the raiders, how could they misjudge this?

"Let me do it!" After struggling with hesitation for a few seconds, Flint finally made a decision. He stretched out a hand, cut a scar on his arm with a knife, and dripped blood on the altar. This was a blood oath, which was extraordinary. "I swear to Prince Huanyu, I will prove my ability with actual results!"

He knew what this oath meant, and the law of chaos was very harsh. If he failed, he would have nothing, and even if he survived, he would never stand out. For the loser, the evil gods were always cruel and ruthless. If he survived but survived, no matter how painfully he struggled to win glory in the future, the gods of chaos would no longer turn their attention to him, the humble damned, for even a moment.

However, he was not willing to miss such an opportunity in front of him anyway.

After making this vow, no one spoke anymore. Even Claire stood aside and agreed to the other party. In a short period of time, Flint had indeed obtained the authority he needed. "I want twenty people." Flint said. This number is very suitable. This action is not the better the more people, because too many people will make them more likely to be discovered by the enemy.

"You, go with me." His eyes stopped on Ashu Rufate and said hatefully. With a sense of intuition, he already knew that this election must be the one that was the one that was caused by this Southern. The little girl Claire could not think of such a trick, and these Southerners - everyone knows that almost all of them have such a bunch of colorful intestines.

Ashu Rufate shrugged and made a "nothing" gesture.

...

A team of people appeared on the edge of the battlefield.

This is the place where the successful raid last night happened. After rough sorting, the corpse was buried, but it can only be hidden for a short time. There are many bloodthirsty creatures in the chaotic territory, and even mice will not refuse a free meal of flesh and blood. The smell of blood that has not yet dissipated in the air attracted these little beasts, some of them had already dug up the soil that was not thick and began to enjoy the delicious meal.

This situation originally didn't matter. Because the real purpose of burying the corpse was to prevent the scavengers. Because what would really cause trouble was the scavengers - these birds gathered together, as dense as dark clouds, and could be observed far away.

In fact, as time goes by, the corpse will naturally be dragged out of the soil by various beasts. However, Asovin had no hope of delaying it for a long time. As long as he could last for five days and ten days, it would be enough. In his original idea, this was something that was easy to do.

But the so-called man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation. First, he was hit by an axe and was seriously injured - that's fine. But what's worse is that another team of wandering hunters chased by the Kazar people actually fled here in a panic, and then, they actually discovered this battlefield that would not have been discovered. At this point, perhaps it can only be said that God's will.

This team is not large in number, only a dozen people. Like all the barbarians, these people have beards, braids, and are wearing furs of other unknown beasts such as wolves and bears. But unlike other barbarians, their strong bodies are covered with intricate scars (some scars are even just born), and their strong arms are covered with rough jewelry.

Only the winner who has just won a rich spoil will dress up like this.

Half of them were wearing Chaos Armor, especially the one in the lead. He was wearing a unique armor - a quick look revealed that this armor was more refined, lighter, and had better defense. The breastplate part of the armor was carved with the mark of terror. All those who had dealt with Chaos forces knew that the significance of this armor was by no means limited to the armor itself, but meant that it was far higher than the ordinary Chaos Warrior. At least it was a Chaos champion who could have such a gift from the evil god.

At this moment, several raiders had jumped off their horses and dug them directly to the grave pile. The grave was not buried deep, so it was easy for them to find the information they wanted.

"Master," the raider immediately made a return. "It was the one who wandered the Hunter Tribe."

"It's so interesting." The leader said to himself softly. "Who is there someone attacking the survivors of the hunters in places we can't see? Who is it? Are there any tribes we don't know in this area?"
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