Chapter 35: Slight

The person who came over there was Ashu Rufate.\\

This time, even Atorian expressed a little surprise. As mentioned earlier, this melee broke out in a rocky land. Due to the separation of stones, the battle can actually be understood as many battles that broke out simultaneously. Atorian just noticed the final battle - if he was not mistaken, he had four subordinates left behind invisible places across the stone, while the enemy was only one person. According to common sense, the winner was undoubtedly his subordinates. In fact, Atorian thought so just now.

However, there was only one person coming from there, and he was not his subordinate.

Atorian squinted his eyes and looked at the outsider. There is no doubt that the stranger was not wearing Chaos Armor - it is unimaginable that a Chaos Warrior set up an ambush to fight without armor - this only means that this person is not a Chaos Warrior. This person is tall and slightly thin, and has a tough temperament of fighting. There is a striking scar on the center of the person's face, that is, the bridge of his nose. In addition to these, his most obvious feature is that he holds a long sword in his hand - yes, it is a long sword. The sword is a relatively exquisite weapon that needs maintenance but is easy to damage. For Chaos believers who live in the form of a tribe, this is not a very suitable weapon. Weapons such as battle axe and warhammer are not so much trouble.

And the strangest thing is that the sword in the other party's hand was actually clean and there was no blood on it.

In another environment, Atolian might think that it was because the other party was a deserter. But now he would never think so.

"Ash Rufate, go quickly!" Flint let out a desperate cry. He did not notice the strangeness on Esh Rufate's body - the strangeness on the sword - because he had no intention of paying attention to these small things at this time.

Opposite him was Atorian, the Chaos Lord Atorian. The difference between an ordinary Chaos warrior and a Chaos Lord is just like a small soldier and a general. That's right, in the Chaos Legion, even if the Chaos Lord is not the main general, he is at least a deputy general, and an ordinary Chaos Warrior is a small soldier, and at most he is a small officer at the bottom.

If the two sides fighting here were not Chaos Warriors, then the situation might be different. Because in the southern army, if a soldier finds that he has the chance to fight the general one-on-one on the battlefield, he will not feel as unfortunate as a nightmare. Because—obviously—he may not necessarily lose.

There are many reasons for becoming a general within the seven central countries. Maybe it is wisdom, maybe it is blood, or maybe it is not a reason at all, it is just that the monarch likes this person. Therefore, if a soldier has the opportunity to fight a general one, he will not have the concept of "dead this time", but on the contrary, he will have the idea of ​​"the opportunity is here". The so-called seeking wealth and honor in danger, killing the enemy's general is definitely a great contribution.

However, in the Chaos Realm, there is an essential difference in combat power between a Chaos Warrior and a Chaos Lord. The evil god will never make mistakes in this. In fact, if you have a higher position, you will have a big difference in strength. This is not only a difference in combat experience, combat skills, but also a difference in physical qualities.

Even though Flint was a person who was very confident in his power, he never thought that he could defeat Atorian. In particular, Atorian was a Chaos Lord with the main god of terror.

"Let's go?" Ashu Rufate seemed to not understand Flint's meaning. He stopped and looked at Atolian.

This damn Southern! Flint almost wanted to curse. "Go away, he is Atorian, the Chaos Lord Atorian! Go back! Tell everyone to go quickly!"

Atorian smiled. Although the main god he worshiped was terror, he was not the kind of bloodthirsty lunatic (in fact, it is definitely a prejudice to think that terror terror is crazy). He had guessed a lot from Flint's few words just now. Now he can be sure that this is a small tribe or a small war gang, who came here specifically to try to gain some benefits in the war between the two tribes of Kazar and the Wandering Hunter. To be honest, this kind of thing is not uncommon.

But for Atolian, this is an obvious offense. These little thieves who want to steal will die!

"Lord of Chaos?" Ashu Rufat looked at Flint who had tightened his weapon, and then looked at Atorian, who looked relaxed but had a murderous intent between his eyebrows. "What's wrong with Lord of Chaos?"

Is this Shantle stupid? This is Flint's first reaction.

But to be honest, although Ashu Rufate claims to be a chef, everyone in the entire tribe knows that he is not just a chef. Some things cannot be concealed. Ashu Rufate's body shape, the temperament that is inadvertently revealed, and the small details shown in daily actions all show that he is a warrior and a kind of battle-hardened one. In fact, fools also understand that Prince Huanyu will never be able to summon a simple chef to the north. It's just that Ashu Rufate claims to be a chef and only intends to be a passerby in the tribe, so everyone doesn't care much.

In the tribe, there were more than one person who guessed that Ash Rufate had actually qualified as a Chaos Warrior. However, he had not sincerely dedicated everything to Prince Huanyu, so he did not get Chaos Armor that matched his strength.

Flint was still there and Atorian was already laughing. "Did you say you have two people, and I only have one?" He has now begun to realize that Ashu Rufate is not a native northerner, but a "southern". After all, Ashu Rufate's outfit is a bit different. "Haha, you southerners are really interesting. Well, I really have only one person now, but I am a Chaos Lord!"

His last words came out and his body suddenly became tense. An indescribable aura emanated from him, making Flint unable to help but raise his axe and block it in front of him.

"Lord of Chaos, Atorian!" Atorian announced loudly. "You will know immediately how different I am from you."

"What's wrong with the Chaos Lord?" Ash Rufate seemed to have no mind, and his expression was even a little lazy. "Isn't it just the Chaos Lord? I've caught it, killed it, and defeated more than one on the battlefield. I didn't see anything special."

"Arrogant!" This time, Atorian was really angry. These southerners did think differently from ordinary Chaos believers, but this did not mean that they could insult the great Atorian. He held the hammer tightly, leaned forward slightly, and accumulated strength on his legs like a tiger before he pounced on his prey. He no longer cared about Flint beside him, but wanted to deal with the Southerner named Ashu Rufate first.

Flint rushed up and shouted "Ashu Rufate, go quickly" again, while holding up the battle axe and struck Atorian's head.

But unfortunately, he was facing a Chaos Lord after all. Atorian didn't even turn his head back. Warhammer danced casually, and the huge force made Flint's arm numb. Warhammer made a second blow. Although Flint blocked it with an axe, the power mixed on the warhammer was too amazing, so that his tiger's mouth broke, his weapon flew out, and his feet staggered back, and finally even sat directly on the ground. If Atorian chased him and made up for the third blow, he would be dead.

However, Atorian didn't care about him at all. After all, Flint was wearing heavy Chaos armor and could never run away. And Asu Ruffatt didn't wear any armor. Although Atorian had absolute confidence in his strength, if the Southerner turned around and ran away, Atorian was not sure that he would be able to catch up. How could he say, no matter what kind of armor it was, it would have more or less affect the physical activity.

But Ashu Rufate didn't run away.

Atorian walked slowly towards Ashurufat. Now, the distance between the two sides was only five steps. At this distance, it was too late to even turn around and escape. Atorian raised the hammer with his right hand and pointed his left hand at his opponent.

"Okay, I'm brave. For your courage, I decided not to kill you." He grinned. "But I will break your limbs and let you lie on this grass and die slowly."

"Thank you," Ash Rufate replied casually. His hand loosened and his sword was thrown to the ground. "Okay, as thanks, I will dig a hole for you after I kill you. But the depth may not be certain."

"Are all the people in the south so arrogant?" Atorian was so angry. "Take me naked?"

"No, it's just a change of weapon." Ash Rufate replied. The next moment, a long sword with two hands appeared in his hand. The magic energy clearly distinguished by the naked eye was wrapped around the sword body. When the sword danced, it made a sharp roar.

The metal hit sounded one after another. Flint on the side stared at the scene with amazement. Yes, the powerful and almost invincible Atolian was forced to retreat step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step, and he knew how amazing Atolian's arm strength was (his own axe was easily knocked away by the opponent just now), but at the moment, Atolian was completely suppressed by Asolian. No, not only suppressed it. Because Atolian did not only retreat step by step, but also his movements were clumsy and he could not resist it.

Ashrufate's last sword hit the side of Atorian's helmet, and directly cut off a protrusion on the helmet as a decoration. Atorian took this opportunity to retreat and then escaped from the battle. Even so, he was already in a mess.

"You..." Atorian was shocked and angry. His arrogance and confidence just now had completely disappeared in this round of battles. He now understood that he was facing a powerful enemy he had never seen before. For the first time, Atorian felt uneasy. He wanted to retreat, but immediately realized that the other party was not wearing armor. This meant that he could never run away from the other party.

If he had a few subordinates, maybe he could delay his subordinates for a little while so that he could run to the horse. Unfortunately, he had no subordinates anymore.

"Yes, I have developed an amazing intuition in the battle." Ashu Rufate seemed to be talking to himself. "Sure enough, can't I just work hard? I thought it would work..."

The other party's contempt made Atorian furious. He let out a fighting cry and rushed forward. The other party had no armor, which means that as long as one hit, even if it was a small stroke, it could cause huge damage to the other party.

But Ashu Rufate easily suppressed Atorian's counterattack with unparalleled strength and skills. He stood firmly on his feet, and every attack of Atorian was easily resolved and removed. When Atorian was exhausted, Ashu Rufate raised his sword.

It is hard to describe what happened at this moment, but with the combat instinct cultivated by the training, Atorian immediately felt an enemy attack on the side and back. He subconsciously made an action to avoid the side and back attack, and then when he came to his senses, it was too late to find that there was no one behind him. Ashrufate's long sword had pierced into his chest from the front. The sword edge pierced along the weak position of the joints of the armor, penetrated the armor and was at the center of the heart.

Atorian looked at the opponent in front of him with surprise and fear, his legs weakened and his body knelt down uncontrollably.
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