Chapter 86 Expedition

"Sir, are you kidding?" Tarik smiled. This smile was the kind of smile that was naturally put on by a person after hearing the joke. "That was a thing of the past, but we all have to look to the future. At that time, you might be a general from the southerners, but now you are a Chaos Lord."

"It's great to say to the future," Ashu Rufat said softly. "It should indeed look to the future."

"You seem to have some plans for the future?" Tarek asked tentatively. But then again, although many senior leaders in the tribe were worried that Ash Rufate would completely rule the speechless panic tribe (this was just a possibility in the past, but now it has become an imminent threat. What's worse, they are powerless to do anything about it), Tarek didn't think so from the beginning. He felt that those people were completely blinded by the little lily in front of him, so that they could not see such an obvious fact: How could the Lord of Deceit allow such an outstanding believer to stay in the speechless panic tribe and wait for death? "Give full use of everything" is an important principle of the Lord of Deceit. Perhaps the stable and prosperous life in the tribe has made the people of the entire tribe become unprofitable, and they just want to guard the plate in front of them, without the motivation to seek greater glory and strength.

But then again, this seems normal. At the beginning, those in the tribe who had the determination and motivation all went to the south to die, so the rest naturally lacked motivation and just wanted to live a stable life.

Ashrufa nodded. "Tzetchiz has told me." He said with some regret.

"You..." Tarik felt that it was a bit unrespectful to the name of God in this tone, but he did not dare to question it. "What is your future?"

"War...a series of wars," said Ashu Rufate. "I will gather an army here and head north." He did not say the final purpose, but the sentence itself had great significance.

"Sir, how much do you know about the situation further north?"

"I don't know anything." Ashu Rufate confessed. "But I'm starting to understand now, it should be too late." He glanced at Tarek, "What do you think about the future?"

"Me?" Tarik thought for a moment, "Sir, I had no idea at first, I just wanted to follow you... But now, I have an idea." He said. "I heard that there are special people in the southern army responsible for recording. Record the details and process of the battle and leave it to future generations."

"Yes, the army has a recorder," said Ash Rufate. "Not only the army, but many places have such recorders. There are all kinds of people - at least in a slightly higher level. So many things can be passed down as thoroughly and in detail as possible."

"There is no such tradition in the Chaos Tribe," Tarek replied. "Our past is passed down by word of mouth by telling stories. But undoubtedly, things are disrupted and distorted in this process. Just like the issues you discussed with me before. Many things are completely unresolved and unsure. So I think, maybe I can be such a recorder. The Supreme Eagle will definitely be happy for my thought."

"Recordor, what do you want to record?"

"Record this great journey you are about to begin." Tarek said in a complimentary tone. "I will record the process and let future generations circulate forever."

"Great Journey..." Ashu Rufate repeated the word and smiled. "Yes, the Great Journey of Chaos..." He murmured softly, his voice getting lower and lower. Even the person with the best hearing could not clearly hear what he was talking about below.

...

"In the name of the gods, I will record this great expedition here. My master, the beloved of the Lord of the Deceit, the darling of the Prince of Fun, and the lord of Chaos, Ashrufate, was ordered to carry out this expedition from the gods. Unlike many people who expected, we are not spreading the truth of chaos to the south, but to the north..."

"...As the conqueror, Lord Ashrufate easily recruited a large number of followers from the surrounding tribes. Including the Son of the Plunder, Speechless Panic, Thorn of the Void, Lord of Runes and other large tribes, a large number of people were willing to follow Lord Ashrufate to the unknown distance to fight for victory and glory..."

"As a 'southern man' in chaos, I don't know much about the situation in the north. From those words of word of mouth, I know that most of the land in the north is composed of cold and frozen wastelands. During the year, spring, summer and autumn are short, but winter is long and harsh. Because winter is too long, the land there is as hard as steel, and only the cold wind is thrilling between heaven and earth. In those snow-covered land, there are all kinds of terrible monsters and wandering madmen.

.There are so cold that there are no birds and beasts to hunt. Fortunately, the coast is surrounded by reticular fjords and misty land. Local tribes build and place their ships by the sea, relying on fishing for a living - of course, when the sea water is not frozen. However, among the ice and snow wasteland, there are still a few valleys or special environments caused by volcanoes and hot springs, which feed a certain population and are scattered with settlements and villages."

"But these are just legends after all. What is reality will be determined by my eyes. But at least one thing can be confirmed. The more you go north, the colder the weather, the poorer the land, the less suitable for human survival. It is said that there is no hospitality master on that land, even the believers of the same God must fight for precious resources (well, I admit, this kind of thing is also common here)."

"It took a lot of time for the convening of this army, and it took a lot of time to prepare for supplies and logistics. According to the military tradition of the southerners, Lord Aishu Fate collected a large number of animals from various tribes and carried them with the army as food and grass. According to what he said, the milk and meat that these livestock can provide can greatly reduce the difficulties of the army, so that we have more choices and can move along different paths. However, this has not been widely recognized. Many people feel that doing so has turned this army into a 'fat sheep' and will inevitably be coveted and attacked by more hostile."

"...Under the guidance of the gods, we headed north. We had about seven thousand people, but almost all of them were elite. It is rare for such a large-scale 'war gang'. Not only did the tribes along the way dare not attack us, but many volunteers took the initiative to join... Of course, there were also some tribes with no eyes, who hoped to attack our logistics team (the herds mentioned earlier) and then escape, avoiding our revenge while retaining their spoils. But unfortunately, Lord Ashrufate quickly shattered their delusions..."

Tarek gently put down his pen. There are not many people who know how to read in the Chaos Tribe, but anyone who is determined to become a wizard must learn to read and write. It is also because of this, although the words, language, and traditional things of Chaos have been bumpy, they have been passed down. In fact, the language, which is called "common language" by southerners is also mainstream in Chaos. A large number of Chaos believers can proficiently speak common languages ​​and local dialects.

A very young girl came over from outside. She was wearing a long dress that Chaos women often wore, a fur coat on the outside, and her long black hair was combed into a thick braid. Her face was small and elegant, her delicate nose bridge and a pair of big eyes meant that she was a mixed race. Just like other parts of the world, mixed races always looked particularly beautiful because of the advantages of different bloodlines - at least more attractive.

This is a gift from a chief of the Chaos Tribe to Ash Rufate, a female slave. It is said that she has a good background, her father is a Chaos champion, and her mother has a good status. If she follows the status division method of the southerners, she can barely be regarded as a little princess. Unfortunately, the tribe she was born in was defeated when she was young. According to the cruel laws of war between the Chaos Tribes, the fate of the loser depends on the mood of the winner. When her tribe failed, the mood of the winner was obviously not very good. So she became one of the very few survivors and eventually survived as a female slave.

No matter what standard it is, this girl named Rafinia is a very beautiful woman who can attract other people's interests - even more so for Slaanes believers who use pleasure as their creed. Of course, because her current master is the Chaos Lord Ash Rufate, no one dares to think about her. Everyone thinks that before Ash Rufate gets tired of playing, it is probably not the other people's turn to have any bad ideas.

But as an Ashu Rufate confidant, Tarik knew that Ashu Rufate was cruel and ruthless in his heart, and there was no room for women at all. Moreover, sometimes he didn't even understand how Ashu Rufate became a believer of Slaanes. Speaking of which, this person did not seem to have any interest in the things that ordinary Slaanes believers were passionate about. Wine, food, beauty, clothing, art, etc., with exceptions in art. In Ashu Rufate's personal suit, there was indeed a harp that was damaged but still very delicate. Perhaps because of the damage, he never played it.

"Are you sir?" asked Rafinia.

Tarek shrugged and made a "he's inside". Then he returned to the "Great History Book" he planned to write and began to modify some typos and inappropriate sentences.

A few minutes later, the unique clanging sound of walking wearing metal armor sounded in his ears. Tarek stood up and saw his monarch coming.

"Sir, are you going to... the city?"

"Yes, go there." Ashu Rufate said inadvertently. In addition to the Chaos Armor, his body was covered with a white cloak. It was the first time that Tarek saw Ashu Rufate wearing a cloak, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances. Then he found that the material of the cloak was very strange. Although it was white, it was hard to describe it. It was neither the milky white of milk nor the greasy white of plaster, nor the pale white of fat, but another kind of white that looked like translucent. There was a big difference between looking closely and looking rough.

"But those people in the city..." Tarik hesitated for a moment, feeling that he still said it. "I'm afraid I want to be against you."
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