Section 69 Negotiation

"Excellent Chaos Armor, a brave and armored warrior. This is the deepest impression of the Chaos Legion by the southerners. Although Chaos also has a large number of cavalry, they use heavy infantry as their main force and elite, rather than treating the knight's charge as the most threatening force on the battlefield like the Central Seven Kingdoms..."

Ashrufate paused the pen in his hand and looked around. In his impression, a Chaos Lord should not have the habit of writing a diary. But if he really wrote a diary, there would be no ignorant person to point out this point. This is also a better place for Chaos than the South. When living in the South, church people would come to the door to make some trouble from time to time, threatening with words such as "piousness" and "blasphemy" (of course it is a small trouble). But in the Chaos Territory, no one dared to accuse a Chaos Lord of what he did was blasphemy - because the gods had long been watching everything and made a judgment.

"...On the surface, this is a military tradition, but in fact, this may be the real difference between the Chaos Legion and the Seven Kingdoms army. Only after actually commanding the Chaos Legion will you understand that although the Chaos Legion is aggressive on the surface, they are essentially a defensive force. They are not good at interlude, raid, and rapid retreat after fierce attacks, at least not on the real battlefield. They are not good at dealing with these cunning tactics. Their real key tactics are relatively rigid, and they mainly rely on frontal attacks, crushing down the enemy's front lines like iron walls."

"There is naturally a reason for this phenomenon. All Chaos Warriors praise the glory on the battlefield, because this makes them more favored by the Chaos gods and allows them to receive the reward of extraordinary power. The book says that although the Chaos Way is a great way to the great path that mortals cannot understand, it also leads to madness and death. The Chaos Way is impermanence, and destruction will always accompany you..."

He stopped writing and closed the diary. The reason for this was that Ashu Rufate noticed that the Chaos Wizard Hadmond, the wizard dressed up with a little "primitive" style, was here. It should be noted that Ashu Rufate had always thought that Bruce was the leader of the Speechless Panic Tribe, and now he realized that this wizard, who was full of primitive aura, was the number one in Speechless Panic.

This wizard is only one step away from the high position of the Magic Road - the Wizard Lord. His position in speechless panic is roughly similar to Asovan's position in the tribe. Although he has not yet been able to say the same, he is also a recognized leader for everyone. But he hides it very well. When he first met, even Ash Rufate could not see this.

"Master Ashu Rufate," didn't Hardmond come to find out the contents of Ashu Rufate's diary. "Do you think they will compromise?"

"They will." Ash Rufate replied faintly. Chaos armor covered his face, making no one see his expression clearly. Speaking of which, does a person with full armor look very strange when writing with paper and pen? If it was knight armor from the south, then even if it wasn't very difficult, it would be awkward.

"The Sons of Plunder have always been famous for their stubbornness, just like the steel cattle they have raised."

"But after all, all the steel bulls were tamed in the end, didn't they?" Ash Rufate replied. "They had no choice."

The entire battle process was unremarkable. As Hardmond had previously speculated, when Flint led his troops to launch an attack, the tone of the whole thing was set. The wizard of the plundering son sent out a magical communication of "the base camp was attacked" and exposed himself, and was killed by the rushing Inch Asu Ruffat with a sword. The main force of the plundering son who was unprepared for this incident turned back to reinforce and was ambushed halfway by the speechless panic troops.

They could have prevented this accident in advance, or at least alert. But the scattered troops of the plundering sons reduced their vigilance. It was like the story of "The Wolf is Coming". The repeated attacks and retreats again and again make people confused and numb. At the beginning, everyone was very alert because everyone wanted to preserve their strength and did not want to get involved in the battle too early. But if you see too much stupid and boring behavior, anyone would think that this is part of a cunning strategy. Maybe you can't guess who will eventually fall into the trap, but at least you know how to avoid the trap: just keep your camp.

This wrong idea made the Son of the Plunder almost never make effective resistance in the real decisive battle. Yes, the Chaos Warrior is very brave (even crazy), but a team that becomes scattered like a snake due to a rush is always at a disadvantage when encountering premeditated and prepared attacks. Even if there is a difference in the number between them.

This is also the common idea in all military books (as long as this situation is mentioned): if the frontal combat cannot be defeated, then work hard not to fight head-on. Ambush, night attack, raid, etc., are the correct ways to reverse the numerical advantage. This battle once again illustrates this point.

So the situation developed to this current situation: the speechless and panicked troops chased the defeated soldiers, and chased them all the way to the base camp of the plundering son.

Under normal circumstances, the plundering son can rely on the base camp to stay and wait for change: such a strong defense base camp was originally built for this purpose. Unfortunately, the base camp was attacked before. The casualties caused by the attackers were fine, but the real key lies in the gate of destruction.

Yes, the gate of the critical fortification was completely destroyed by gunpowder - the destruction was thoroughly destroyed, and only a new gate could be created. Such a project - as people know - even if it has enough suitable materials, it cannot be repaired in the short term. Unfortunately, the Son of the Plunder did not threaten by powerful foreign enemies, and they did not reserve materials to repair the gate - they had no plans to deal with the damage to the gate.

So at this moment, although the camp is surrounded by high walls and deep trenches, the gate is completely open. It is like a woman without clothes, which can arouse the enemy's greatest desire to conquer.

If Ashu Rufate had not ordered the stop, the two sides should have fought to the death in the camp now. Although the winner of this battle also had to pay a price, no one could resist the temptation of such a victory when he was sure to win. Ashu Rufate still remembered the anger that popped up in Bruce's eyes when he ordered the stop to move forward. For a moment, he almost thought that he had to kill the Chaos Champion named Bruce.

When Hadmond came the second time, he brought good news. "My lord, the plundering son did not kill the messenger, and agreed to the negotiations." He said. "And the messenger replied that they did not make any attempt to repair the door."

"This is a good thing," Ash Rufate replied. "We need to pick an envoy... Is anyone familiar with the situation of the plundering tribe of the Sons?"

"No, sir...why...what is it...well, this is the thing: they demand that the messenger of the negotiation must be you."

"Me?" Ashu Rufate asked strangely. Of course, he was the commander in name, but this was only nominal. In fact, the one who really commanded the army was Bruce, and perhaps Hudmond. Ashu Rufate and this army only took a day since they first met. Although he had the power of status because of the Chaos Lord, it was just nominal. He himself did not expect to be able to command this army that he didn't even know the name of the middle-level officer. The reason why he was able to implement his strategy was mainly because of the support of Hadmond and Bruce.

However, as we all know, Tsengchi's wizards are always planning some conspiracies (people naturally think of conspiracy when they think of Tsengchi's wizards, just as they naturally think of flies when they think of rotten meat. Who knows what is the real reason for Hadmond to firmly support Ashu Rufate? And Bruce doesn't even mind blatantly expressing his dissatisfaction with his orders. As for the ordinary soldiers in the tribe - they know nothing about him except knowing that Ashu Rufate is a Chaos Lord. It's a bit of aspiration, but there is no such thing as loyalty or support.

"Yes, it's you." Hudmond smiled. For some reason, when he smiled, his "primitive" dress seemed less dazzling. "Perhaps they thought the promise of a Chaos Lord was more credible."

The first reaction of Ashu Rufate was to think that this was intentional, a conspiracy to go with the flow. Hadmond hoped that he would go and be sieged and killed. Well, of course, no matter whether Ashu Rufate could survive, it would be harmless for Hadmond. I don’t know if the wizard’s cunning had surpassed Ashu Rufate’s perception. While he was hesitating and not answering, Hadmond seemed to realize his thoughts.

"Sir, I promise you this is not a trap."

"Why?"

"Too stupid and inefficient," said Hardmond. "You can choose a place where you can retreat easily to negotiate. The time is too short, and they can't arrange the traps calmly. And the worst, whether the traps are successful or failed... they have to pay a terrible price right away."

"Maybe they think you will retreat if I die? There are not only smart people in the world." Ashu Rufate smiled. Hadmond pointed out the key directly.

"Okay, I'll go see them." Ash Rufate replied.

It didn't take too long to arrange this matter. Ashu Rufate soon arrived at the gate - right next to the wreckage of the damaged gate - alone. Unlike him, the Son of the Plunder sent a negotiating group. There were five people in total, and the one who led was a Chaos champion in armor. The others also looked quite status, one of which reminded Ashu Rufate of Scadra, whose silver hair was impressive. They should be the leader of the Son of the Plunder.

However, even the leader left traces of the previous defeat. The Chaos Champion's armor was covered with new scratches, and it was obvious that he broke through a siege. The other few were not wearing armor, but naturally had a look of a loser on their faces.

This is inevitable. The members of the Son of the Plunder were ambitious to seize the salt pond and become the overlord of the side. But in the blink of an eye, all ambitions were wiped out. A failure destroyed all ideals and ambitions. At this moment, they no longer seek to dominate, but only hope that the tribe can survive. Even if they regard war as a matter of course and regard their defeat as a chaotic believer who "eliminates the weak", it is natural that it doesn't matter when others encounter this fate, but it is difficult to accept this consequence calmly when they really come to their own heads.

This is the terribleness of war. As Clay said before, the loser will be deprived of everything, including life. Whether he can survive depends entirely on the mood of the winner—or interests.

"You are..." The people in the negotiation team saw Ashu Rufate. From this armor, they naturally knew Ashu Rufate's identity. "So it's true... about the appearance of a Chaos Lord in the Speechless Panic Tribe..."

No wonder they said that. The matter of the Chaos Lord was first spread and then disappeared immediately. No one saw the Chaos Lord for the second time. A Chaos Lord was impossible to disappear silently, so many people instinctively thought that this was a trap, a rumor spread by the speechless panic tribe. Unfortunately, the interests were too tempting. Not to mention that a Chaos Lord appeared, even ten of them could not shake the greedy mind.
Chapter completed!