Chapter 34 Strong

"Footprints were found." Another raider reported. "We'd better go back first and call the brigade..."

"No." The leader, who was at least a Chaos champion, made a gesture. "Go and see first. Don't worry." He looked at his subordinates around him. "If they were really strong, they wouldn't have time to do such things."

Unlike the southerners, burying corpses is not the norm for the Chaos Tribe, so there must be another reason for this. And this reason - obviously, is to cover up this battle. The winner does not want people to know that a battle happened here.

"But, master, we are too small after all." A predator next to him suggested. "Go back and call the big army."

The leader smiled slightly and suddenly reached out and grabbed the other party. The predator was a big man. His long-term survival in the wind made his skin as tough as leather. His naked arms were tattooed with various tattoos and secret words. If it were in the Central Seven Kingdoms, he would definitely be a fierce man who was afraid to approach. But in the leader's hands, he was as obedient as a kitten. No, not obedient, he was struggling hard, but meaningless. The leader raised his whole body with incredible strength, and the power in his hands became tighter and tighter, making his efforts to beg for mercy turn into intermittent gasps and moans.

Everyone could see that the leader always smiled and had not used all his strength yet. However, the unlucky guy in his hand was only half a step away from the gates of hell. Everyone held their breath and gave up, and did not dare to let out for fear of angering the leader.

The leader's eyes swept over the faces of his subordinates, and his faces that showed obvious fear made him very satisfied. The leader's hand waved and sent it out, and the raider flew out three steps away, covered his throat with his hands, and made a loud cough. He was really just one line away from death.

"Go and see." He repeated his initial order again. This time, no one dared to say the word "no". The team set off immediately. Two of the best raiders were in front of exploring the way, while the rest followed behind him.

To be honest, this is a battle that ended in a hurry. The winners don’t have much time and manpower to carefully conceal their whereabouts. If they wait for ten days - especially if it rains - the traces on the grassland would be difficult to identify, but now it is not difficult. They move very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they follow footprints, horseshoe prints and wheel prints for a long time.

Now, even those who are not so good at scouts can see that this team of people from unknown places will not leave the battlefield for more than one day.

"Ha... I still ran quite far..." the leader muttered softly. But to be honest, the further the other party ran, the weaker they were. The strong don't have to run so fast, so fast.

"Master," a predator hurriedly reported. "The terrain ahead is not good."

In front of me is a rocky land. Because of some reasons unknown to humans, large and small stones are scattered here, covering this small grassland. If someone sets up an ambush here, it is very likely that the team will be ambushed.

"At most, there are only fifty people ambushing." The leader glanced at it and said lightly. The rocky land was not very large after all, and if he wanted to rely on stones to hide his body, the number of people would not be too large.

"Wait, master, look... over there..."

There seems to be something in the middle of the rocky land, which seems to be a human form. If you look closely, you can tell that it is a person lying on the ground.

"A rough trick." The leader snorted coldly. "It seems that he really wants to ambush us." He looked at the clump of rocks. The rocks were not big, and he could not see anyone except the person lying in the center. There was no doubt that if this was really a trap, the ambushers did hide themselves well. "It hid well... but since they could hide so well, it means that there were only thirty people here at most."

He looked at his men and there were seventeen soldiers following him. Perhaps this was a good opportunity to know which of them were qualified to continue to follow him.

The leader made a gesture of "continue to move forward". It must be noted that he was not really as reckless as he seemed. Because before approaching the rocky land, he stopped in the middle to observe the surroundings carefully. However, he immediately confirmed that there were no other ambushes.

Then, he led his subordinates into the rocky land like this.

He immediately heard a shout full of wildness and bloodthirsty. It seemed that within a second, enemies from all directions rushed out together.

Flint gasped and took the axe back from the other party's twisted and deformed helmet. The other party's blood spilled his head and face, making him feel a warm and smooth feeling on his hands.

This one should be the God-Selected Warrior. Flint is quite sure of this, because even the Chaos Warrior does not have the ability to chop the enemy from head to toe with an axe. But the enemy he killed just now did this. Thanks to this, Flint launched a sneak attack from behind and killed this dangerous enemy with all his strength.

How was the battle? He gasped, looked around, trying to see the situation clearly. They originally had a numerical advantage, because there were twenty people in total, and there should be only seventeen or eighteen on the other side. In addition, they had the advantage of sneak attacks - in fact, Flint was not sure about this. Because the other side did not seem to be panicked at all, but calmly held the weapon in his hands as soon as possible, and then started to do so.

There is nothing to say about the entire battle, it is a complete melee. The two sides are in this rocky land, killing each other. Weapons and weapons collide, weapons and armor contact, weapons and flesh kiss. There are only three things that each person can do, defeat the frontal opponent and find ways to avoid the enemy's sneak attack from behind, or - like Flint did just now - sneak attack from behind.

Unexpectedly, there were no extra people around. No, there were... a little farther away, with the sight of the stones, you could hear the sound of shouting and metal collision. There might be still fighting there. But on this side... he was the only one left.

And the enemy opposite.

The other party kicked the corpse away with nothing. The dead one was a plunderer in the Asowen tribe, named Bessimon, who had great potential. Everyone said that he had no problem getting Chaos Armor. In the melee just now, Flint saw that he had killed at least three enemies by sneak attack without being injured.

But now, this guy has never had the chance to get Chaos Armor. The whole process only took one second, and a warhammer was smashed from the beginning, ending all this.

Flint suddenly realized that the other party was not an ordinary enemy. The most intuitive point was that the armor worn by the other party was not an ordinary Chaos armor.

Speaking of which, it seems a bit incredible to realize this now. Maybe it was because the enemy had not taken action in the battle just now. That's right, if Bessimon had not chosen him just now, maybe he hadn't taken action yet.

The other party had no intention of taking the initiative to attack, but just smiled at Flint. Maybe it was an illusion, but at the moment when the other party smiled, Flint couldn't help but take a step back.

It was a lofty, full of contempt and contempt. In addition, there were some other things mixed in, such as bloodthirsty, cruelty and malice.

Flint stood there, not even knowing whether he should rush up or escape. This guy is at least...at least he is a Chaos champion.

Flint couldn't help feeling his throat dry. He knew what would happen if he met a Chaos champion one-on-one on the battlefield. However, he also knew that he could not escape at all. Damn, isn't this a scout team? How could there be a Chaos champion? Not to mention that there are so many God-Selected Warriors?

The other party moved his gaze away from Flint. He seemed not to care about Flint's existence at all, but looked at the side where the battle shouts were still coming.

"You seem to be doing a good job." The other party spoke. "Twenty people can actually kill me... twelve subordinates. It's amazing. For such outstanding performance, I'll give you a special treatment. My name is Atorian. Remember this name so that you won't even know who killed you if you die."

"Attolian...Attolian...Attolian..." Flint suddenly remembered this name. How could he forget this name? Previously, Asovin mentioned this name repeatedly at those meetings, asking them to avoid this name whenever possible.

Atorian, the leader of the Kazar tribe, is also a newly promoted Chaos Lord. It is precisely because of his existence that Asovin believes that the Kazar tribe will defeat the Wanderer Tribe. Now the facts have proved this.

Perhaps it was Flint's nervous expression that satisfied Atolian. He did not rush over, but walked over, with the hammer in his hand drooping, and red and white liquid dripping along the hammer head. Compared to Flint, Atolian was not nervous at all... he certainly wouldn't be nervous. Because Flint was just an ordinary Chaos Warrior.

An ordinary Chaos warrior is not qualified even if he is a subordinate to the Chaos Lord. A Chaos Lord's personal guard must either have special talents or at least a Divine Selection Warrior.

The battle sounds on the other side calmed down. The fool could see that the battle over there was over.

"Twelve...maybe thirteen." said Atorian. "I want to thank you...you guys helped me remove some incompetent waste."

Although the Kazar tribe is a "pan-faith" tribe and worships all evil gods at the same time, a Chaos Lord usually has a main god. In such a face-to-face situation, a fool can also see which main god is based on the terror symbols embedded in the breastplate of Atorian.

For the first time, speechless fear and despair enveloped Flint's heart. He had no hope.
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