Section 47 Arrangement

In the conversation with Slaanes just now (or it is more appropriate for this oracle), Ashu Rufate had to do his best to resist the impulse that originated from instinct. Slaanes' voice seemed to be born to obey, and he couldn't help but want to obey. To resist this impulse, he had to concentrate all his attention to do it. So he didn't even notice how this armor appeared beside him.

Although I don’t know when it appeared, the first time Ash Rufate saw the armor, he recognized it as a pair of Chaos armor.

Unlike the armor cast by southern craftsmen, Chaos Armor has a simple and natural beauty that can be easily distinguished. In addition, this armor is much stronger than artificial armor in both defense and flexibility. People wearing armor promote that this armor has a feeling of being closely integrated with the human body, as if it is part of the body. In particular, it should be noted that although many Chaos Armor Armor has been seized on the battlefield, even the most brilliant armor craftsmen in the south admit that this armor cannot be imitated - it looks simple, but some parts cannot be manufactured by human power - even if it is barely imitated, it is still in vain.

The shapes of ordinary Chaos Armor are very close, but the armor of Chaos Champion or Chaos Lord has very strong personal characteristics. On the battlefield, the southerners' army relies on patterns on armor, seals on shields, etc., but the Chaos Legion does not need to be so troublesome. The armor of officers and soldiers is so different that the Chaos Warriors can tell who the armor is just a little look.

The same is true for this armor. You can see at a glance that this is not an ordinary Chaos armor, but a high-end product for Chaos Champion or Chaos Lord (or Chaos believers with higher status). The surface of the armor is smooth like enamel, and the power of the magic wind is poured on this armor. The texture that the evil gods love is shining on this exquisite and strange armor.

Ashu Rufate subconsciously understood that this armor belonged to him. It belonged to him - Chaos Lord Ashu Rufate.

He placed his hand on the armor. As he did so, he felt the operation of the magic wind, and the next moment, with a nearly instinctive magic technique that seemed to have been used countless times, the armor suddenly disappeared in front of him and then appeared on him.

There is no need for trouble to wear. In just a moment, a little magic trick, the armor will appear on him immediately.

Now, standing in front of the fire was a figure covered with steel. Since the helmet of this armor is a cover-shaped shape, only a "T"-shaped gap is exposed in the middle, revealing the wearer's eyes. Anyone who sees the figure wearing armor will immediately recognize that this is a high-level believer of Chaos. If this person has a little knowledge, he can recognize from the magical glory on the armor that the armor has magic power - this is the glory that the Chaos Lord can only possess.

This is the first time that Ash Rufate has worn Chaos Armor. This feeling is very wonderful. He has heard people talk about the superior abilities of Chaos Armor before, but now he can only experience it after wearing it. The components of each armor are so perfectly and harmoniously combined, and the weight of the armor is evenly and cleverly distributed to all parts of the body. So although this piece is armor, it does not have the burden and restraint of ordinary armor (at least greatly reduced). The joint position has amazing flexibility, so that it can make complex movements such as bent over, leaping, running, etc. flexibly - for Ash Rufate, who is used to ordinary armor, it is a very wonderful feeling.

However, it was clearly such an excellent armor, but Ashrufate had a feeling. He vaguely remembered that he had once owned another pair of armor - lighter, more flexible and more outstanding armor than this treasured Chaos armor. This was a subconscious reaction. When he calmed down and recalled it carefully, he found that he had not remembered anything.

But how is this possible? This Chaos Armor is the work of the evil god - is there any one in this world that is better than such armor? Ash Rufate is very convinced that even the most outstanding craftsmen among the race with forging talents - the dwarves - would never be able to create such armor. No matter how much money is given, it is impossible to make it.

He calmed down and wanted to take off the armor. His memory led him to think of other techniques - just like summoning the armor to his body, which had been practiced thousands of times, so that it became a subconscious instinct of the body itself. The Chaos Armor disappeared, and Ashu Rufate returned to his original dress, as if the armor had never appeared.

He tried again, and the armor was summoned by him again. Now, Ashrufate's sanity had fully mastered the skills of wearing this armor.

"This..." A cry of surprise came from his ears. Ashu Rufate turned his head and saw the wizard who was engaged in fraud during the day. What was his name? Tarik seemed to be this name, and he called himself so much at that time.

Everyone else was sleeping. After several days of fatigue, even if the Chaos believers had much better physical fitness than ordinary people (this ordinary person refers to the residents of the seven central countries), they were already very tired. Ashu Rufate was sure that they would not wake up unless there was a loud noise or noise.

"Tarek?" said Tarik, the Chaos Lord wearing Chaos Armor, in an emotional tone.

"It's me, lord." The wizard said diligently. The entire speechless panic tribe was in crisis - this was actually no secret - and he already knew that the hope of saving the tribe was in this Chaos Lord of unknown origin.

As early as the senior leaders of the tribe confirmed the existence of the crisis, they were trying their best to find ways to get rid of all this. But unfortunately, the speechless panic tribe has been dominating the king in this area for too long, and their sense of crisis has been relatively weak. When the Chaos Legion invaded the south before, the tribe sent too many warriors and wizards to join the Chaos Legion - at that time, no one expected that the southern invasion would suffer such a heavy defeat. But when the relevant news came, the tribe's senior leaders realized that they had no strength to suppress the pairs of greedy eyes that were coveting the Yanchi Pond.

Although the tribe tried its best to hide their weakness. But as a proverb says, "There is no airtight wall in the world." As long as you are willing to investigate, there will be no secret in this world. The defeated survivors in the south fled back to the territory of chaos and spread the news that the army was almost destroyed. So everything began to develop towards the worst situation, like stones rolling down from mountains, unable to stop it.

The worst thing is that the difficulties they face are far from being as simple as "faced with strong enemies", but are much more complicated. As mentioned earlier, the Speechless Panic Tribe occupies the only salt pond nearby. This is the only source of salt within a large area, and naturally brings a steady stream of wealth to the tribe. With this, the warriors with few Speechless Panic are the best equipment in the nearby area, and their living standards are also the highest (which allows the tribe's population to grow rapidly). Similarly, the problem is that the number of elderly, weak, women and children in the tribe is also large.

In any Chaos tribe, there are such elderly, weak, women and children who cannot fight. Although they are a burden in battle, they are also indispensable for tribe development. However, the poor situation that the tribe is facing facing external pressure is that they cannot leave.

Yes, as long as they leave here and give up the salt pond, the trouble will disappear. Well, in theory, what everyone really cares about is the salt pond rather than the speechless panic tribe itself. However, after careful calculations, people in the tribe were surprised to find that if they lost control of the salt pond, they would not be able to support such a large tribe.

If you don’t have enough wealth to support so many mouths, you can guess what will happen later. Either the tribe is in a civil strife, killing more than half of the people - but the consequence is that the power will further shrink and become someone else’s prey (similar to the Asowen tribe). Another option is to survive by plundering other people’s wealth and land, but this is equivalent to challenging a strong enemy, and it is better to occupy the salt pond and not leave.

In short, it is very dangerous to occupy the salt pond. However, if you give up this treasure pot, it is also very dangerous. There are also great differences within the tribe, and there is endless quarrel, so you cannot draw a conclusion.

But fortunately, the tampered fate issued the oracle in time. The content of the oracle is very simple. A powerful Chaos Lord will come to the speechless panic tribe, and he will dominate the fate of this tribe.

That's right, it's not that some Chaos Champion or Chaos Wizard will be promoted to Chaos Lord, but that an external Chaos Lord comes over.

This kind of thing is very rare. At least in the years that Tarek was an apprentice, he had never heard of such a thing. A strange Chaos Lord who was single to another tribe and became a leader? What a joke. Unless it is a tribe that cannot be small and does not even have a decent leader, who would let an outsider be the boss? Who is the one who is alone in a strange tribe? Even if he is a Chaos Lord. I really think that if he becomes a Chaos Lord, he can run wildly? No matter how strong the Chaos Lord is, he must understand the truth that a hero cannot stop many people... But then again, he doesn't understand this truth.

However, this time, things happened like this. Shortly after the oracle was issued, Tarik encountered the Chaos Lord sent.

At this moment, looking at the man wearing Chaos Armor in front of him and facing the eyes under the other party's helmet, Tarek couldn't help but feel a little shrunk for some reason. Damn, he was so shocked and panicked that he didn't even remember what the other party looked like. He just remembered that the other party was not wearing armor, and his clothes were very different from that of ordinary Chaos believers. But he didn't remember the specific difference.

"Sir..." Seeing that the other party was not moving, Tarik asked boldly. "They are here."

"them?"

"Well, they are the members of the council in the tribe." Tarik said. "They are waiting for you there."

Previously, the entire speechless panic tribe was ruled by eight people: two Chaos champions and five wizards (this is a genuine wizard who is recognized by Tsengchi and possesses the magic plate). Like Chaos' habits, these seven people formed a council to decide the tribe's big and small affairs.

When assisting the southern invasion, three Chaos Wizards joined the Chaos Legion, and two of them never came back. Although the Demon Pan was a magical artifact for escaping, it was useless for those who were unlucky (none of the apprentices they took away came back). Their fate was beyond doubt: It is important to know that if the southerners caught the Chaos Wizard, they would not let anyone go.

"I get it." Ashu Rufat looked at the members of the caravan who were sleeping. If he left for a while, it would be safe - everyone was sleeping so well that no one would notice it. "Take me over."

Tarik breathed out. It seemed that this strange Chaos Lord was much easier to talk than expected.
Chapter completed!