Chapter 83: Redeem

Before the critical battle, many tribes believed that this battle would change everything - naturally the losers would not need to be mentioned, and the winner would also suffer heavy losses. It is generally believed that the coalition forces have more opportunities to win, so many spectators are on their own wishful thinking. After the coalition forces win, will they distribute their interests according to the prior alliance? Or will there be another battle? These two may be a 55-5 event. But if the latter really happens, then the master of the Yanchi may not be sure: after a fierce battle, how much power can the final winner be left? Although his own strength has no room for intervention at all, at that time... who can be sure whether these exhausted strong men can still protect their spoils?

Many eyes were observing the battle. The result was beyond everyone's expectations. After a fierce battle, the commander of the Gas tribe, a Chaos champion, was killed by the demon who suddenly summoned the Chaos Lord Ash Rufate. The battle was fierce at the time. The commander threw all his troops into the battle, and there were not many people around him, but was beaten by the demon. This sudden accident broke the stalemate of the battle in an instant, resulting in the defeat of the Gas tribe.

This is normal - because a Chaos Lord summoned a demon, at least it was not unimaginable - but what happened next was incomprehensible. Seeing that the battle situation of the Gas tribe was not good, the two tribes of Void Thorn and Rune Lord did not send troops to support them, and did not take the last chance to launch a snatch, but slowly retreated from the battlefield. Their attitude showed made people wonder whether they formed a coalition to fight to seize the salt pond, or colluded with the Speech Panic Tribe to pit the Gas tribe together.

In terms of the result of the battle, it can be said that the victory was speechless and panicked. Among the coalition forces, the weakest Gas tribe was defeated, the commander was killed, and the troops lost about 40%. However, the other two tribes did not suffer any special losses. Overall, the coalition forces did not suffer much, and the battle was only considered a small defeat, and the main force still existed. You can have another battle.

But this small victory decided everything. What happened next was simply unintelligible to outsiders: shortly after the battle ended, the three tribes of the coalition, including the two tribes of the Void Thorn and the Rune Lord, who had not suffered any special losses, rushed to make a ceasefire agreement with speechless panic.

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"...Sir, do you want to add this one?" Hadmond asked a little hesitantly, and his hand holding the pen was also stopped in the air.

"Of course, they must hand over the hostages." Ashrufate said. This is the habit, or experience of the Central Seven Kingdoms War. Usually, after a war is defeated, the loser (if he has not yet perished) will have to cede land, and pay compensation and hand over the hostages. For the Chaos Tribe, it is fine to cede land - the grassland is vast and sparsely populated, and even the base camp is not too valuable. At most, it is enough to build another place (just like the Asowen Tribe). The compensation is meaningless - there are no merchants who chase money and the actual use value of gold and silver are limited - on the chaotic grassland, bartering is the mainstream. If the hostages are not handed over, there will be no means to restrict the other party.

Of course, this is indeed the case. Because in a strict sense, they have not won. Victory was called when they attacked the Sons of the Loot before: they killed their troops and fought in front of their camp gate, and even the gate was destroyed in advance. At that moment, with a further order, the Sons of the Loot will disappear from people's eyes forever. In other words, the fate of the loser completely depends on the mood of the winner, which is the "win and loss" commonly believed in Chaos believers.

But what is this now? From the perspective of the Chaos Tribe, this battle can only be considered a draw. To be honest, even the Gas tribe, which suffered the most serious losses, does not have any worries about life and death, at least for speechless panic. The coalition has temporarily failed, yes, but they are not considered "failed".

"But...this is not in line with our tradition..." Hardmond said euphemistically. "They will not accept it."

"They will accept it." Ashu Rufate said in a calm tone. "You can tell them that if you refuse, then continue to fight."

"Sir, please allow me to explain...you must understand...as long as they swear in the name of the God they worship, it is basically worthy of trust..."

"The agreement is unreliable," said Ashu Rufate. "Yes, agreements are vowed to be followed in the name of the gods. But changing to a worship of God is not a great thing." He paused. "You must have a hostage, I don't want to say the second time."

"Well, sir, as you wish." Hudmond sighed softly and said. "Are you going to meet those messengers?"

"No, I don't want to see you." Ashu Rufate replied. "Just go and see them, tell them my resolution. By the way, one thing is: if they refuse, I will give them no chance to regret it again!"

Watching Hardmond leave, he sighed softly. That's almost done, right? With hostages, the validity time of the agreement should last for several years. The lack of speechless panic is only warriors, not population. In just a few years, the population of the tribe can grow greatly. After the younger generation grows up, this crisis caused by "the weak occupying resources that do not match their strength" will become smaller and smaller as time goes by, and eventually return to the past.

Of course, from another perspective, he also gave Tsengchi a little bit of a stumbling block. Tsengchi's intention was probably to let him destroy the four tribes - the four large tribes that could really threaten the speechless panic. If this could be done, then from now on, it would be a once and for all, allowing the speechless panic to occupy the area forever. But the things that Ash Rufate worked hard in another direction. Once the agreement was reached, the speechless panic could naturally survive this crisis, but the four powerful tribes could still pose a threat to it.

Even Tsengchi cannot say that Ashu Rufate has not completed the task. But if it wants to break the bridge (or play tricks), Ashu Rufate has a way, or at least has a chance to destroy all this - of course, maybe it is meaningless to do so, but at least it can take a little revenge on Tsengchi for comfort.

Although that's the case, this is actually a helpless choice. When a person talks about transactions with a god, he is actually always at a disadvantage. Not to mention God, an ordinary person is always at a disadvantage when facing a professional businessman talking about transactions. This is the reason why "buy but not sell" is.

Ashrufa decided to calm down and pulled his thoughts back to reality. He took off the iron gloves in his right hand and looked at the ring on his hand. At this moment, the ring seemed to be emitting a faint light.

In the past, he once believed that the power of the evil god must communicate with the believers through this kind of thing - that is, the evil god emblem carried by the Chaos believers. However, several examples later proved that the evil god actually didn't need this at all. At least in the Chaos Realm, as long as the evil god is willing, they can communicate with Ash Rufate at any time.

Ashu Rufate turned his ring halfway, carved the side of the Tsengchi emblem facing upwards, and then put it on his forehead.

The next moment, Tsengchi's mechanical voice immediately came into his mind. "Do you like my gift?"

"Gift?" Ashu Rufate was stunned for a moment. Then, Tsengchi immediately gave a prompt in his mind, allowing him to understand that the gift Tsengchi was referring to was the damaged harp - the "Wings of Silver" created by the elves.

He has indeed gained a lot over the past period of time. When he drinks drunken blood and puts himself in a drunken state, he will think of more memory clips. And this move can be tried and tested. Ashu Rufate remembers it, or he realizes that he once traveled on the road for a while. It is on that journey that he learned to play the piano - perhaps it was learned to pass the boredom of the journey at that time.

To be honest, it is hard for ordinary people to imagine a mercenary who lives by licking blood on the head of a knife to play the piano, and he doesn't even believe it at first. Oh, and there is also dancing. But dancing is understandable - because mercenaries can sometimes be appointed as captains and stationed in a certain city as garrison generals. In this case, it is not surprising that they communicate with local nobles and learn to dance.

But all he could remember was this. Or to put it more specifically, what he could remember was the process of learning to play the piano by himself. Why did he take that journey at that time? Where did he start and where did he go? But he couldn't remember these things at all.

Tsengchi was hinting! Ashu Rufate immediately realized this. Tsengchi must have mastered some methods such as restoring memory and was waiting to be sold. Ashu Rufate spent a lot of effort to restrain the impulse in his heart and answered in a calm tone in his mind: "It's not bad."

Tsengchi stopped talking, but this silence might mean that he was very patient and was waiting for Ashu Rufate to take the initiative to propose.

"My mission is completed." Ashu Rufate said softly in his mind and mouth.

"Yes, it was done well. I'm very satisfied." Tsengchi's voice was mechanical, but it clearly showed joy. "Clever planning, cunning arrangement, perfect trap, and just the right temperature. Not much, no matter how little it is, it's really great."

"You said, you will tell me..."

"Yes, Ashu Rufate. I will fulfill my promise." Tsengchi said. The next moment, a strange feeling came. It was no longer Tsengchi's voice coming into his mind, but Tsengchi stuffed a series of pictures directly into Ashu Rufate's mind. "As a reward, I will answer your questions, but only answer questions."

He saw it. It was Xingke! On the grassland, a team was moving forward, Xingke was sitting in a carriage in the team. She was not tied up, but just wore a strange helmet on her head - the size did not match her at all, and she just tied it hard to her head with a strap. Xingke's expression was confused, his eyes were dull, and his expression was as drowsy as when he woke up when he was asleep, which was completely unnatural. The entire team moved forward like this.

The leader in the team was a warrior wearing Chaos Armor. This was an extremely exquisite and unique piece of armor, and the symbol of terror was depicted in the center of the armor. Ash Rufate had been in the Chaos Realm for a long time, so he understood that even the Chaos Champion was not worthy of such exquisite armor. Ninety-nine percent of this one was the Lord of Blood Tooth. The Lord of Blood Tooth did not wear a helmet, so Ash Rufate clearly saw his face.

Although the two sides had fought on the battlefield, this was indeed the first time that Ashu Rufat saw the appearance of the Blood-Tooth Lord.

There is more information in the picture. The Blood Tooth Lord's team is not very large, with only about a few hundred people, and there are many Chaos champions in the team. It is also worth noting that there are no other prisoners in the entire team, only Xingke.

The picture ended, and in a daze, everything returned to normal. Ashu Rufat blinked and calmed down. Then, Tsengchi's voice sounded in his mind. "This person should be the one you are looking for." He said.
Chapter completed!