Chapter 58: Distant

After a while, after everyone left, Gande quietly returned to Asovin's sickbed.

Originally, there were two women who took care of him by his side, but when they saw everyone dispersing, Gande slipped back alone, and the woman immediately left obediently.

Gande is Asovin's confidant - in fact, this is no longer a secret. The leader of a tribe always has a few trustworthy people. Because the entire tribe recognizes Asovin's leadership ability and leadership status, it's no big deal.

Seeing Gande arrive, Asowen's pale face becomes completely bloodless.

"I think there is something wrong," Gander said. "Flint..." He said the name, but he didn't continue.

"You are walking with them all the way." Asowen's voice was so calm that it made people feel an illusion that he was making a dying confession. Of course, this was just an illusion. Asowen's body was recovering and he would be able to heal his injuries within a few months.

"Yes, but I'm not a nanny and can't stare at him all the time."

"Flint can't do anything out of order alone. If something really happens, there will definitely be someone as an intermediary." Asovin said.

"Ninety-nine percent are Ashu Rufate." Gander replied.

"A sanctuary?"

"It's not now. He's very smart. He's almost done in such a short time. Claire once said that Ashu Rufate mentioned more than once what he was leaving."

"Well, you mean... since he is leaving, he doesn't mind selling something he doesn't need for a good price?"

"But I don't understand how he contacted the speechless panic... He was indeed a sank, and there was no way to pretend."

"Tzeki's tricks can disguise everything, including the identity of the 'South'," Ahsovin replied. "As for the speechless panic, it is easier to understand. You should have heard that when a person is about to be drowned, even a straw, he will catch it. And the speechless panic now looks like it is about to be drowned."

"But," Asovin looked at Gande and continued. "Maybe things are not as complicated as you think, and not as dangerous. Without enough interests, no one will like to betray, especially those of his relatives and tribes of his own origins. Speechless panic cannot afford this price. Flint... has unlimited potential, and he will have a bright future. A person with a bright future will not do anything stupid for the small profits in front of him."

"That's exactly what I'm worried about," Gander said.

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"Flint killed Atorian, the lord of Chaos, and this matter itself is lingering."

"Prince Huanyu has made a ruling with God's will. I admit that with his power, it is impossible to kill Atorian head-on. But there are always many accidents in the battle, and even the gods cannot prevent those unforeseen accidents."

"You may have heard that on our way back, we encountered a challenging wandering warrior."

"Well. Flint went out to fight." Asovin nodded slightly, indicating that he already knew about this. The team met a wandering warrior, well, this is normal. As the leader of the team, Flint went out to fight... Well, it is normal. Then Flint returned safely, well, things were enough here, and the wizard thought he didn't need to know more.

"But you may not know that the wandering warrior was not encountered by chance, but he came to us on his own initiative... If I was not wrong, one of the tribes should have disappeared before, two people, right?"

Asovin finally looked up at Gander. "What happened?"

"The wandering warrior is called Sager. He came to Flint specifically. The reason he did this was because he knew that Atolian died at Flint's hands."

"Oh...I understand, it means he wanted to challenge Atorian before, but... when he came to the door, he found that Atorian had been killed. Then he persisted in finding us..."

"I can only understand this. You have to understand that in that case, a person who is confident in challenging the Chaos Lord... is at least a Chaos champion, and the one with extremely outstanding personal combat power. Flint went out to fight and returned safely in a one-on-one battle..."

“Incredible…”

"If killing Atolian was because of a lucky blow in the melee, then to defeat Sag, that's the level of luck... it shouldn't be so lucky, right?" Gander said.

"You mean... Flint beat Atolian not because of luck...at least not because of simple luck?"

"A man who was originally just an ordinary Chaos Warrior suddenly had a power that was enough to defeat the Chaos Champion...the Chaos Lord level. Do you think that if this power is used in exchange, can anyone refuse this temptation? Even if you want to get this power, you must pay the price of betraying your relatives, betraying your own tribe, and even betraying the gods?"

This answer is beyond doubt. Chaos pursues not holiness, but the glory of power and victory. If betrayal can be exchanged for stronger power, then betrayal is a must-have option. Asovin didn't speak out. He lowered his head and thought for a long time.

"I remember Flint got a spear in this deal." Asovin asked suddenly. "Magic spear."

"It is said to be a defective product. The magic power is not truly permanently constant on the spear, and it will disappear after a while." Gander recalled. "But in a short time, it is indeed a magic weapon. Oh, by the way, when Flint went to fight, he also took the spear."

"Magic spear..." Asovin nodded. "Now Flint should be preparing to set out, it is impossible to carry a spear with him. His weapon must be in his tent and bring it to me."

On the periphery of Ashu Rufate camp, watching Flint gathering his troops and ready to set off.

Although there were only one hundred people, this was a large-scale operation for the small tribe of Asovin. At this moment, people were coming and going in the camp, and no one noticed Ashrufate on the top of the hill.

Ashu Rufate took out paper and pen from his pocket. Well, although he could not remember the past, he instinctively knew that he was a person who had the habit of writing diaries. Moreover, it was not the kind of diary that recorded the trivial matters of daily life, but the battlefield diary.

This time, even if I came to Chaos territory alone and brought a diary with me, I don’t know if I did it right or wrong.

"...The Chaos army has very outstanding scouts... Relying on the rewards of the gods, they have more sophisticated heavy infantry than the army of the seven central countries..." He wrote a few words, and then suddenly realized that although he had been in Chaos territory for so long, he actually did not understand the Chaos army. If he knew something, he was sure that it was not accidental, but inevitable that he had encountered complete suppression in the scout war before.

In the past, Ashurufate believed that the Chaos Legion had invested a lot of elite power in scouts, and even Belar had relied on strangling some scouts to seize the initiative in reconnaissance (of course, even if this operation was not a failure, at least it did not achieve any obvious results). Now Ashurufate already knew that perhaps the Blood Tooth Lord had never spent any effort on scouting issues at all. Because Chaos Scouts were so outstanding. These tribal warriors who came out of the wilderness were much better than those specially trained by the southerners. They could take on the scouts by just pulling a few people at will.

Ash Rufate sighed and stuffed his diary back into his pocket. To be honest, he really didn't expect things to develop to this point. He originally wanted to be a traveler, come and go quietly. But now, the plan has completely gone bankrupt. The gods were staring at him... Xingke has been involved in a plan that transcends imagination. It is impossible for her to be alone.

I'm afraid there must be an army to achieve this goal.

Slaine and Tsengchi... these two have promised to give him an army. The premise is that he will complete the tasks assigned by the two gods. This is the same as other Chaos believers. To become a messenger of God, you must go through God's test.

Ashu Rufate actually doesn't understand why he is favored by the evil gods. Well, regardless of these, at least he doesn't seem to have a second choice, so he can only follow the path he has planned.

Is there really no choice? Ashu Rufate suddenly remembered another person. I wonder what choice would that person make if he exchanged a position with him?

Somewhere far away from the Chaos Tribe, Beller suddenly sneezes, shook his hand and drew a long, destructive black line on the letter paper.

"Ah... who is talking about me behind my back?" Berel wiped his nose hard. "Hey, my letter is over... Fortunately, I didn't write a few words."

"Who is talking about you? You are weak." Rotia angrily said softly, handing over a handkerchief.

"General, your letter..." Robin next to him curled his lips. In fact, he wanted to say "Don't show your love in front of me", but the words changed one by one. "Your Majesty has been waiting for two days."

"Ahhh...ahh, I can't afford to organize the appropriate words now. Forget it, Robin, please write it for me."

"What?"

"Anyway, it's just not suitable. To deal with Groone, there is no excuse or chance, we have to be wary of excellent generals like Eshu Rufate and Essin. So forget it, Groone can only be good friends and not hostile. In addition, people are so angry that people are more popular. If they defeat the Chaos Legion, there is no financial crisis. We have made money and have not completely solved this problem. What can we use to fight with them?"
Chapter completed!