Section 4 Coward

Under normal circumstances, blood will stimulate the appetite of the wolf pack, but it is obviously not normal now.

Claire could only watch Ash Rufat step by step forward step by step while the wolf pack retreated step by step.

"Get out!" Ashu Rufate did not even look at the dead wolf again, but instead swung his sword to drive him away. He continued to move forward, and the wolves had gathered together, constantly making "whimper" sounds representing anger and fear, but no wolf tried to launch an attack again, but instead shrank in front of Ashu Rufate.

In the end, the wolves gave up their attempts. They were not hungry enough to challenge such a powerful enemy. So they could only jump into the darkness with their tails sandwiched. Their "whip" sound gradually faded away and soon disappeared into the night sky.

Ashrufate returned to the bonfire, sheathed the sword again and threw it on the ground. Claire dragged the dead yellow wolf back. Now, she saw the cause of the death of the wolf: there was only one wound on the wolf's corpse, which was a sword pierced from its jaw. The blow directly penetrated the wolf's brain.

Claire watched this scene happen (although she couldn't see it clearly), so she knew that Ashu Rufate was not trying to shoot this sword head-on toward the wolf - in fact, even if it could be assassinated so accurately on the front, it was already an excellent swordsman - but did it when the opponent was pounced on the back. At that time, he didn't even look back.

No wonder it is said that these southerners who were inspired by God are powerful warriors and mages... not ordinary powerful people, but the kind who has the potential to become Chaos Lords.

"You said just now..." Ashu Rufate returned to his previous position. He threw the sword aside again, as if nothing had happened just now. "Do you want me to follow you?"

"Yes! Go to my tribe?" Claire nodded vigorously.

Ashu Rufate hesitated for a moment. He has now basically confirmed that he could not find out about the Lord of Blood Tooth from Claire's tribe, let alone the whereabouts of Xingke.

"I said, I'm here to find someone." Ashu Rufate repeated.

"I know where that person is." Claire replied. She was now sure why this powerful warrior from the south came here: Prince Huanyu summoned him. As for the method of summoning... this is actually very common. Prince Huanyu often transforms into a beautiful beauty (or a beautiful man) to attract human followers.

"She is a... very beautiful or cute girl." Claire said. According to legend, Prince Huanyu's incarnation has a beauty that surpasses all mortals, and is familiar with all the secrets that can make people satisfied and excited. Therefore, Prince Huanyu can easily capture even the most cruel and ruthless heart. "I think she is your fiancée, or even a lover?" These are the most common methods of Prince Huanyu. To be honest, it is really mediocre. However, these secrets are only circulated within believers, and people outside do not know that Slaanes actually uses such inappropriate means.

But from another perspective, those truly effective methods always sound ordinary and even common, but there are still people in the world who are trapped.

She noticed the change in Ashu Rufate's eyes and immediately understood that she had guessed correctly.

"You don't know where she is." After about half a minute, Ashu Rufate finally broke the silence. "Because you... can't have seen her. Time is wrong." He said the last sentence in a voice that he could only hear.

"Yes, I don't know." Carlisle admitted, "but you can't find her now."

"Why do you think so?" Ashu Rufat asked.

"Because, looking for a person in the vast wilderness...it is absolutely impossible with the power of a person." Claire said. "And you meet me here, all of this... is..." She originally wanted to say "the arrangement of Prince Huanyu", but immediately realized that this statement might be inappropriate. Although this one was inspired by God, this inspiration is a kind of deceptive nature. "The arrangement of fate. I happen to help you."

Of course, Ash Rufate didn't know what the other party was thinking, but he had to admit that this made sense. Maybe he could find the Blood Tooth Lord - according to the information, the Blood Tooth Lord is a well-known one even among the Chaos Lords - but it is easy to think of that by then, maybe the Blood Tooth Lord might not know where the star is.

Moreover, even though Ashu Rufat himself admitted that even if he was defeated, there were still at least hundreds of Chaos Warriors around the Lord of Blood Tooth. Even if he found Lord of Blood Tooth, it would still be a troublesome to get the whereabouts of Xingke from the other party's mouth.

Ashu Rufate thought for a few minutes, and slowly, he began to realize the implicit meaning behind the girl's words.

"I'll go to your tribe..." he asked. "Your tribe needs me?"

"We need warriors." Claire replied immediately.

"Soldier?" Ashu Rufat smiled. "But I just want to be a traveler, not a soldier."

"Don't you like fighting?"

"I don't like it." Ashu Rufate replied decisively.

"But you...you are very skilled in martial arts. This sword just now..." Claire pointed at the wolf corpse next to him. "You must have undergone long-term rigorous training and countless battle tests. Just like this just now!"

"That's right, but I don't like fighting." Ash Rufate replied. "Just like that."

Just now, he was just driving the wolves away and just driving them away. Instead of planning to start a killing, even though he had the ability to kill the yellow wolf, it was just self-defense.

"If I were not a warrior, would your tribe still welcome me?" Ashu Rufate asked casually.

"I don't know." This time, Claire suddenly became angry. "The tribe needs warriors, no cowards." She looked at Ashu Rufate. Just now, she was full of fear of this man, but now, she was full of curiosity and disdain, and even a little contempt. This man clearly has such a clever skill, but he declared that he didn't like fighting?

No warrior—even the warrior of the Father of Lies—would say such words. Now she understood that the previous words of this southerner were not lies, but that he had no intention of hurting her or controlling her at all. Even if she was his captive.

She slowly remembered some legends. It is said that in the south, the most respected and admired people were not warriors or magicians, but some inexplicable people called "nobles". These weak guys were actually rulers of the southerners, and they could actually—incredibly—can command those powerful warriors or mages to serve them.

This is a strange relationship that is logically chaotic and extremely difficult to understand. Claire has no idea why the strong obey the orders of the weak. Not to mention humans, even those groups of wild beasts, such as wolves, must be the strongest or smartest one. This can be said to be a natural law and cannot be refuted.

"I don't understand you southerners!" She suddenly felt bored. "Why do you have such good skills but refuse to fight? Don't you know the glory of victory?"

"In addition to fighting, I have other abilities." said Ashu Rufate. "I can ride horses, drive cars, and take care of horses. I also know a little about forging skills, and I am half a blacksmith." He thought for a while. "Actually, I am still a good chef..."

He thought it through. Finding the Blood Tooth Lord is not an easy thing. After leaving this desert, he cannot continue to track it. Because the route in this desert is fixed (because of water sources), and once he leaves the scope of the desert, tracking becomes very difficult.

In the final analysis, the two sides are too far away. The Blood Tooth Lord led him several months ahead of him, which was really difficult to deal with.

So, considering the need for future investigation, he must at least be familiar with the lives of these savages and prepare for future inquiries. At least he cannot understand many things like the conversation with this girl just now.

Living in a barbarian tribe for a period of time - maybe ten days, maybe one month, but not more than three months, it should be almost the same.

"What the tribe needs is the warrior..." Claire continued. I wonder if the words just now were too impactful, she became a little depressed. "We need warriors the most..."

"Don't want anything else?" Her obvious frustration made Eshu Rufate feel a little uncomfortable. "Although I'm a bit boasting, I'm a very good chef and I'm not worse than anyone else."

He had already confirmed this point as early as Brassian. Although he did not need food, his keen sense of smell, taste, and his agile skills made his cooking skills actually excellent.

"Will you take action when the tribe encounters a crisis?" Claire asked suddenly. Then she immediately added, "Forget it, I didn't ask."

"Who is the person in charge in the tribe?"

"Witch." Claire's frustration seemed to fade slowly. By the way, there was a wizard here! In addition, this man was inspired by Prince Huanyu. He really doesn't like fighting at the moment, but what about the future? Besides, even in the worst case, it was a waste of money in the tribe. "Okay, go back with me."

After saying that, she pulled out a short knife from herself and began to peel the wolf's skin. Whether it is wolf's skin or wolf's flesh, they are precious materials and cannot be wasted. Besides, this skin is really complete and definitely a top-quality one.

"I'm not familiar with the situation in the north. Is there any exchange of information and materials between tribes... I mean trade?" Ashurufat asked tentatively. If there were frequent trade between these tribes, perhaps he could get relevant information more easily.

"Only tribes with equal strength can trade." Claire replied. "Otherwise, there will be only combat and conquest."

"What will happen to the loser?" Ashu Rufate asked casually.

"See the mood of the winner." Claire replied. While speaking, she gently wiped her face with her hands, and the wolf blood stained on her hands left a trace on her face.
Chapter completed!