Section 111 Confusion

Is this the only one-stop victory? Because this matter was too sudden, when I gathered to find Ash Rufate, most of them did not wear armor or even carry their usual weapons with them. Chaos believers like to use heavy weapons such as axes and hammers, and it is inconvenient to carry them with them.

Anyone, including the Chaos believers, will be affected by equipment. A naked-handed and empty-handed God-Selected Warrior may not be able to beat a plunderer with weapons. If these people are fully armed at this time, perhaps they can still choose to rush out and at least kill enough money. But now they are not only at an absolute disadvantage in terms of quantity, but also in combat power. If we really want to describe all the forces, it would be great that so many people (although the lower-ranked God-Selected Warriors) can kill three or five enemies with them.

In addition to the warriors around, in front of them, there was also a fully armed Chaos Lord, Ash Rufat, who seemed to have no weapons, but everyone knew that the Chaos Lord had a magic sword that could be summoned to his hands at any time.

This panic spread rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, everyone realized this.

Several leaders looked at Ash Rufate, who still had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold. He clearly saw that the lips of these people turned gray and white due to fear and resentment.

Adding the ingredients here should be almost done.

"You should feel very lucky." Ashu Rufat cleared his throat and said. "Because I... am in a good mood." He looked around again and said. "Your tricks are as ridiculous as monkey plays in my eyes...or you have all forgotten why you are just the God-Chancellor or Chaos Champion, but I am a Chaos Lord." He raised his hand and signaled the ring in his hand.

"I'll forget what happened this time. But if there is another time..." He looked at a few leaders. "I believe there will be no more, right?"

Everyone present couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and several of them looked at each other with incredible eyes.

"Okay, everyone, I think the problem between us has been solved, you can leave." Ashu Rufate backed the red cloth cover on the head. "Are you smart or stupid?" He said to the head of the man who would not have answered a long time ago. "Say you stupid, you can convince so many people to unite. Say you smart, you don't even bring your own armor and hide it in the enemy's camp... Oh, by the way, I forgot, you are not Astiana after all, he is a Chaos Lord, and you are only a mere Chaos Champion."

He raised his head and looked at the others. Although Ashu Rufat said, "You can leave now", in fact, no one dared to leave just like that.

"By the way, I would like to fight against a Chaos Lord, the only other Chaos Lord." Ashrufat smiled. "If Astianat came to find fault with me, then I really have to be careful, but you... are not worthy."

A few minutes later, there was no one in the tent, and even Flint dealt with the heads - it should be noted that although many tribes have the tradition of skull-taking, the Asoven tribe does not have this habit.

Ashrufate sat alone in his big tent with his back against a chair. He heard footsteps and when he opened his eyes, he saw Tarik.

"Sir, you won." Tarik said. At this time, admiration was filled with the face of the wizard apprentice, "I'm sorry, I was troubled before."

Asu Ruffat smiled, for some reason, seeing Tarik reminded him of Tsengchi. Did Tarik be another hook that Tsengchi had ambushed? Maybe. But he had no idea about Tarik. Because you can't pull out all the hooks of the Lord of Deceit - although you can remove the most dangerous ones.

"Win?" he said in a self-deprecating tone. "Did I really win?"

"Sir, I think, in the short term, you don't have to worry about the execution of your orders." Tarek said carefully. "Isn't this a victory?"

"Tarek, you know... in the south, there is a kind of place called a casino, which is specially used for gambling."

"This... I heard of it." Tarik replied. In fact, the Chaos believers also like gambling - in this regard, humans around the world seem to be no different. In many Chaos tribes, there are also some casinos that are not called "casinos" for tribe members to enjoy games. There are highly convergences between southerners and Chaos believers. Many southerners' gambling tools are also popular in the Chaos tribe.

"Actually, I am like a gambler in a casino." Ashurufat said. "Astiana's son is another gambler. We two sit together to bet on winning or losing. My cards in my hand are better, his cards in his hand are worse, my skills are better, his skills are better, my luck is better, and he is less lucky. Then we two competed and finally decided the winner... What's the use of such a victory?"

"Sir... I don't understand what you mean..."

"Let me say so, just like what I said just now, I have a relatively large winning range, and he has a relatively small winning range. On the surface, it is normal for me to win. But if I say that, no matter how big I win, it is not 100%, and no matter how small he wins, it is not zero. If you continue to bet like this, as long as you have enough times, I will lose one day, right? So, as long as you sit at the gambling table, you are not a winner. Because after all, there is a risk of failure."

"So...who is the winner?" Tarik completely didn't understand.

"Casino owner." Ash Rufate replied. "There is no winner in gambling. The winner will lose tomorrow. After betting, there is only one winner-the owner of the casino. Tarik, I don't know if you have heard of it. In the south, those casino owners who run casinos are so profitable that ordinary people are not even qualified to open a casino."

"After all the time, the final winner of gambling will always be the casino owner. The gambler's winning or losing is not important to the casino owner. No matter who wins or loses, the tap he gets will not change. Do you understand what I mean?"

Tarik closed his mouth, his eyes filled with indescribable surprise. He had already vaguely known what Ash Rufate said, so he was so shocked that he could not speak.

"Sir, you want to be..."

"Of course not. Didn't I say that no one is qualified to open a casino. All I can do is to try to leave the casino before losing everything." Ashu Rufate said. He sighed and waved his hand, "Speaking of it, Tarik, help me find someone who knows the situation of the swamp. The kind of Nurgre believer."

"You plan to..."

"Actually, I can wait here, but I don't want to waste my time," said Ashu Rufate. "I will send a messenger to contact the tribes in the swamp. Tell them that in the name of the father of the plague, I ask them to swear allegiance to me."

Tarik received his order and left, and Ashu Rufate leaned alone on the chair. A feeling of fatigue suddenly surged into his heart. This fatigue is not physical fatigue. Although he has not slept all night, as mentioned earlier, his body is very strong and has the physical ability to surprise him himself. This fatigue is a spiritual and indescribable feeling.

If he does this, it should be almost the same. He said to himself softly. Then he realized that it was not enough, and there were still too many mystery - about himself and about the gods. The whole thing is now like an iceberg on the sea. He is now trying his best to see only the tip of the iceberg, but he cannot see the main body of the iceberg hidden under the sea.

Maybe he shouldn't pursue everything at all. He just needs to complete his own affairs and then find a way to get out of here. All the gifts given by the gods are gone to hell. The hooks they hide in the middle of the gifts are also gone to hell.

No! There seemed to be a voice in his mind reminding him that it was foolish to place all hope on others - even God -. It was tantamount to walking in the wilderness with a cloth covering his eyes and being destined to fall. The most dangerous thing in the world is this lazy thought.

Ashu Rufate smiled bitterly and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he remembered Bracian, the exquisite and beautiful castle with all kinds of living facilities and livable living. Perhaps his visit to the Eagle City was the origin of all mistakes. Maybe he should change his way, take his four wives away from Groone, and go to any other place for weddings (for rich people, it is not difficult, but troublesome) and then come back. In this way, he doesn't have to know anything or think about anything, and he can live a happy life of a rich man with three wives and four concubines in that castle. The thing he is worried about every day is whether the costume styles of the dance party are popular or outdated.

Even if the Chaos invades next, even if the Kingdom collapses next, it will not be able to pull him over. Even if the Chaos forces occupy the northern part of Groni, as long as the church stands out and Berel is the commander, the seven central countries still have the ability to drive the Chaos forces away. There must be something different, that is, the Seven Kingdoms become six Kingdoms. For Ashu Rufate, a gentry noble, he will not hurt a single hair, at most he can go to another place to live a life of living a life of devotion. This is not a problem. As we all know, rich people are welcomed in any place.

He thought so in a mess. Then suddenly realized that this was really just a delusion. Passion and strength surged deep in his soul. A person like him would never be willing to spend his whole life in a countryside. Even if he didn't go to Eagle City at that time, he would have walked onto the stage of this world for another reason. He seemed to be born unique, and after he recovered from his dying injuries, and after the group of soul fragments from unknown sources poured into his body, he was unique.

Ashrufat opened his eyes. He had to explain some things - the first of which was why the father of the plague gave such generous conditions. As mentioned earlier, that condition was not given to a beloved father, but the son was filial to Lao Tzu. What was particularly important was why the father of the plague knew that he was coming for Tsengchi's goal, but still had to hand over the dominance of the swamp to him (this is tantamount to hiring a weasel to see a chicken coop, and he was also a weasel with a history of stealing chickens). Is the will of the gods really unpredictable and can extraordinary people understand it?

Unless this is a complete lie - to stabilize Ashu Rufate, to gain time, and to send another Nurgre Chaos Lord to take over the swamp. However, a god needs to lie to a mortal to fight for time? The level of the father of the Plague is too low. Besides, even if the Immortal Lord dies, Ashu Rufate can only say that he has a chance. It is still too early to turn the opportunity into facts. Nurgre has plenty of time to choose a capable Chaos Lord among his followers, or even a higher position.

Ashrufate raised his hand and looked at the magic ring on his hand over and over. The emblems of the three gods shone on the ring, as if mocking the ignorance and stupidity of mortals.
Chapter completed!