Chapter 97 Corner

Anyone who has a little understanding of Chaos will know the meaning of this tattoo. This thing is not only a decorative or religious thing, but also a communication bridge between mortals and gods. Some Chaos believers hide the emblem of the gods in close proximity, while others, such as this one, simply stab it on their body. The difference between the two is that the former has the opportunity to convert, while the latter does not even have this opportunity - of course, the latter is more likely to attract the attention of the evil gods.

According to the Southern Church, this behavior is tantamount to dedicating the soul to the evil gods. After offering the soul to the dark gods, although they can directly call on the evil gods for help, they will inevitably be completely immersed in the power of the gods and eventually become the minions of the evil gods - or even directly become an extension of their dark will.

"...So that's it... The Lord of the Cunning is still unwilling to give up." A wet and slippery sound came from the tower.

"Yes, sir," replied the predator outside. "But, on the other hand, everyone thinks this may be a good opportunity to seize the Dangerous Peak City."

"The possibility is not great." The wet and slippery voice replied. "Astiana may be old, but he is not dead yet. He and this new arrival of Asul Fate are only on the surface. But once our army takes the initiative, they will probably really unite. In this case, it is not a question of a newly promoted Chaos Lord with ten thousand warriors, but Astiana has received additional reinforcements from 10,000 soldiers and a Chaos Lord."

"Ah...you're right, sir. But everyone..."

"Wait slowly, time is on our side." The voice replied. "The victory or failure of a war does not mean anything... That Ash Rufate... The deceitful Lord sent to the newly promoted Chaos Lord, who knows whether such a cunning plan is hidden behind it."

"But everyone says that it would be a pity to miss such an opportunity..."

Before the raider could finish his words, he heard footsteps. This was a footsteps that were so heavy that they were not like humans. With this sound, a tall figure walked out of the stone tower.

The raider appeared in front of a very tall figure, covered with Chaos armor all over his body. This Chaos armor looked green and covered with reddish-brown rust, like a ragged item that had been used for many years to be eliminated. But if you look closely, you will find that this is an illusion that these colors are the colors of the armor itself, not the result of moss and rust.

In addition, this person's body is not as tall as a fat person - yes, this chaotic armor gives people a very bloated feeling, as if the human body wrapped in the armor is filled with water or a lot of water. From a certain perspective, this look is quite ridiculous.

"Master Jacks..." the raider said with some fear. Because they were close to each other, he could feel the power emitted from this Nurgle darling.

"That's right." Jacks ignored his subordinates' reaction. "And this season... seems to be a suitable season for war."

The last sentence is purely a meaningless sigh - because for the believers of Chaos, there is no season that is not suitable for war.

"Maybe it's more appropriate to start a test." Immortal Lord Jacks said to himself. "Try it, how is Astiana and Ashu Rufate getting along..."

"This, sir, I have an idea."

"Oh, tell me."

"Sir, if they get along well, then the newcomer will definitely get enough information about us from Astiana. If they don't get along well, then the newcomer will definitely send their spies to the swamp to inquire about the news before they can fight... So, from the speed of Ashrufate's action, we can quickly understand whether they are sincerely cooperating or having their own ulterior motives."

"Haha, does Tsengchi's believers have the concept of 'sincerity'? But what you are right is that from the actions of Ashu Rufate, you can guess the relationship between them. But no matter what Ashu Rufate wants to do, he must plan to launch an offensive in the near future."

"Yes, everyone is speculating so. Some people suggest that even if they are not prepared to take the initiative to attack, they should gather troops first and prepare for the enemy to venture into the depths of the swamp."

"Haha... raid? How to raid? There is only the outermost village to raid. It is close to it. Maybe this new Ashrufat, a newborn calf, is not afraid of a tiger, and might rush there. But even if he does this, even if he succeeds in doing this, his losses will definitely be greater than ours. The mud pond in the swamp, even if it is me, dare not take a path that I am not familiar with." Jacks answered proudly. "As for other places, such as me... even if we let them come in, they are afraid they will not find the direction."

This is not an exaggeration. Not to mention the army, even experienced scouts, they often lose their way here. Because of the special environment of the swamp, those methods of judging directions are not effective. Most of the sky in the swamp is covered by the branches and leaves of trees, such as the sun, stars, etc., and even the compass often fails inexplicably in this swamp. The worst thing is that in order to avoid the dangerous waters, you cannot walk straight lines in the swamp. You must turn around (the residents of the swamp are no exception). No one can remember the direction by their own memory after turning a day's circle. Even if there is, that kind of person is definitely a rare breed, which is rare than a toothed hen.

"Yes, sir, you are right." The raider did not dare to talk back to a Chaos Lord, so he lowered his head and said.

"Well, where is my guard?" Jacks replied, as if he had thought about it. "Let them come over and let one of my guards take the lead if he carried out a tentative attack."

A few minutes later, a whole team of Nurgle warriors came to the edge of the tower. There were twenty warriors in total, with their appearance similar to their masters. In fact, their differences mainly lie in armor rather than height and body shape.

The bodies of these Nurgle warriors were as tall as mountains, but their armor was covered with scars, full of the marks of their gods' generous blessings. When they (especially Jacks) gathered together, the entire air was filled with a strong stench, which even surpassed the concept of "stench" and could be called "mias". Their armor wrapped most of their bodies, and only a very small part was exposed in the air. Those who looked closely could find that the rusty edges of the armor pierced into the swollen skin, but they were completely unaware of it.

They carried weapons with them. These weapons were not much different from those commonly used by ordinary Chaos Warriors. They were all heavy hammers, giant axes, etc., but the handshake part of the weapon could see sticky and slippery liquid attached to the wood.

These people are Jacks' guards. Jacks gathered the most powerful people under his command as guards (this practice is not common). Therefore, these twenty people are second only to the Chaos Lord in this swamp. They once proved their abilities on the battlefield as warriors, and eventually served the Corrupt Lord in this way. Everyone knows that although Nurgle's warriors look clumsy, their combat power is not weak at all, and even more daunting. Because in addition to the ability to wield weapons, they also enjoy the trauma and mutation on their bodies, so they can tolerate enough damage and pain to knock down others and continue to fight. In addition, legends are everywhere that killing these people will be cursed by the father of the plague - which makes even the terror-abusing madmen (who have a choice) unhappy to fight them.

For the Chaos believers, it may be a kind of honor to die in battle, but lying on the bed, lying on the bed, covered with poisonous sores, and slowly dying under the torture of illness, there is no honor at all.

Like Jacks, every Nurgle warrior present showed a terrible condition. Their flesh was covered with scars, and many places even lacked their original facial features and limbs—noses, fingers, jaws or ears. The center of their armor was cracked due to the swollen abdomen, and several warriors discarded armor parts that could not accommodate the swelling/sized feet or swollen arms. The supernatural power could be felt with these warriors, because in this season, there were even large flies flying up and down around their bodies.

"A new Tsengchi Chaos Lord is here, and it is said to be called Ashu Rufate." Jacks looked at his subordinates, and his voice gushed out of his throat. Unlike his subordinates, the armor was covered with tightly wrapped, without even a gap. Only his helmet was left with a "T" shape opening. Below this opening, there were a pair of sticky/wet eyes, with rationality and madness mixed in his eyes. "The Lord of Crazy is still making their futile attempts."

This sentence caused a burst of laughter in the crowd.

"But is this a new attempt? Or is it a trap set by Astianna?" said Jacks. "Anyway, this seems like an opportunity and we should try it. I decided to send a team of people to launch a small-scale attack. The outcome of this attack will determine what countermeasures we should take." Jacks' eyes swept across the crowd, "so I decided to find someone who can command the attack. Does anyone want to sign up on their own initiative?"

All the Nurgur warriors volunteered, and no one would miss such an opportunity. Among the evil gods of Chaos, Slaanes and Tzenge are against each other, and Tzenge and Nurgur have different opinions. This relationship between gods also affects their mortal believers. Just as Prince Huanyu particularly appreciates his believers to kill the terror warriors, for Nurgur believers, killing Tzenge believers is also a shortcut to the attention of the father of the plague.

"Sir, how many people do you think do you want to send?" The Chaos Raider next to him interjected.

"Two thousand people...too few...three thousand people..."

"Mr. Jacks, I only need a thousand people!" said a plague warrior at the forefront. "I can bring you the head of that Chaos Lord."

Jacks nodded with satisfaction, and his subordinates' strong fighting spirit made him very satisfied.

"Let me go, I can bring you the whole Chaos Lord back and give you to the father of the plague in the ceremony of victory." Another subordinate said quickly.

This sentence may have been a bit too much. Jacks hesitated for a moment. When he was about to say some teachings like "Don't underestimate the enemy", he heard a voice that he shouldn't have heard.

"Woo...woo...woo...woo...woo..."

The sound of the horn? This sound temporarily interrupted the conversation, and everyone couldn't help but look at the source of the sound. The sound sounded very close, as if it was just on the edge of the camp. After a few seconds, the predator was the first to react.

"Horse? The horn of war?" He looked at the Chaos Lord Jacks in disbelief. "Are you right?" Because things were so sudden and weird that they even forgot that their first reaction to hearing this voice should be nervous.

"Enemy attack." Jacks was a Chaos Lord after all, and responded in time. "Get my weapon!"
Chapter completed!