Chapter 70 Memory

"Yes, my name is Ashu Rufate." Ashu Rufate replied. He issued his name calmly, because he was sure that no one except a few people had heard of this name - even if he heard of it, he would think it was the same name by chance.

"Sir, I heard... you asked for negotiation?" The Chaos champion tried his best to use a polite tone. He knew how rare this opportunity for negotiation was. It should be noted that Chaos never advocated the virtue of forgiveness. The fate of the loser does not depend on themselves, but on the plan of the winner.

"Yes, it's me that I ask." Ash Rufate replied. "Or, I'll give you the last chance to escape from destruction." He looked at the people opposite him. After he was ambushed by Byron's cannon, he found himself sensitive and suspicious about the negotiations. Although reason told him that the other party could not be against him. "You covet something that does not belong to you, so you should be punished... Let your soldiers put down their weapons,

"How do we know that this is not a trick?" It was not the Chaos Champion, but the old man. Ashu Rufate could tell that the old man was a warrior (although he was not wearing armor). "You want to... easily destroy us!"

"This sentence seems to be as if you can still protect yourself now." Ashu Rufate made an obvious "watch left and right" action. The damaged door wreck was not far ahead of Ashu Rufate. That blast was perfect. Although the blasters may have no idea about the use of gunpowder, it does not affect the power of the explosion. The air waves when the gunpowder detonated distorted the shape of the entire door, turning it into meaningless garbage.

"We will resist to the end!" a younger man said loudly.

"How many people do we have to do this? Can we really resist to the end?" Ashu Rufat immediately asked. He was not talking empty words, but the truth. After the army that plundered the sons was defeated, there were not many soldiers who could escape back to the base camp, and most of them dispersed to all directions during the escape. The vast majority of the remaining camps were elderly, weak, women and children (or they would not have been bitten hard by the Asowen tribe).

If enough time is given to the plundering son slowly accommodates the defeated soldiers, reorganizes the army and restores his vitality, perhaps the scale and strength of his army can exceed the speechless panic. However, now the troops are already at the city, and only thousands of defeated soldiers are left in the camp, not to mention the countless old and weak who cannot fight.

This is also the case where all military books unanimously advocate "no loss to attack"; if you don't die, you will be bitten backwards if you don't die, which is something that anyone can instinctively understand. The strength comparison of a certain period of time does not equal eternal comparison. Ashu Rufate's previous order to stop the attack and send envoys was unanimously opposed by most people, including Bruce. If it were not for the success of the previous strategy and the support of Hadmond (and other minorities), they might not have paid attention to such stupid orders at all.

"Sir, we believe..." said the Chaos champion. "Although you will win the final victory, you must pay a heavy price..."

"But it won't be unbearable." Ashu Rufat immediately interrupted the other party. "Okay, I don't want to hear these nonsense, I want to know your answer immediately."

"We need a guarantee," said the leading Chaos champion.

"Even if it's guaranteed," said Ashu Rufate. "You can also say that Tsengchi's believers are not trustworthy."

"So at least tell me, what fate will be waiting for us?"

"Fate..." Ashu Rufate thought for a moment. "I don't want to hide too much...but you should also know that this battle is just a prelude, not an ending."

"Do you want us to join the speechless panic?" The tone of the Chaos champion began to get excited. Ashu Rufate had long seen the mark of Slaanes on his armor. It is not difficult for low-level Chaos believers to change their faith (especially in the case of life and death choices), but the beliefs of high-level Chaos believers are also firm. The Son of the Plunder is a tribe of mixed faith, which may mean that many of them are unwilling or unwilling to accept the fate of changing their faith.

It is one thing to pull a survivor of a completely defeated tribe (or war gang) and ask for a change of faith before the blade. It is another thing to change faith in a thirst who is defeated but undefeated tribe.

"No, I ask..." Ashu Rufat paused for a moment, and at that moment, a voice suddenly broke into his mind. That's right, when he was completely unprepared, let alone put the ring on his head, he suddenly "heard" a voice. And it was a familiar voice.

Even Ash Rufate was stunned for a moment. It took a few seconds before he realized that the so-called "Gods will stare at you" was not a reluctance. The power of the evil gods was much stronger than he had expected. They... or they... were everywhere, at least in the chaotic land.

"Sir..." Ash Rufate's obvious slow reaction immediately attracted the other party's attention. Fortunately, the face-covering helmet on his head made the other party unable to see his expression clearly. Otherwise, his dazed look just now would have made the other party's entire negotiating group mutter for a long time.

"I ask you to swear allegiance to me," said Ashu Rufate. "In the name of the winner!"

In a short period of time, this condition will be accepted and implemented. Of course, only the gods can know how long this loyalty will last.

The next thing was very simple. A few hours later, the two sides drafted a treaty, and the plundering son became a subordinate of speechless panic - without pursuing faith.

This is a different battle result with normal tribes. Fighting similar to the Asowen tribe and the terror war gang is the norm in tribe war. The winner incorporates all the supplies, survivors and territory (if any) of the losers into their own tribe. However, this war, as the son of the losers' plunder, there is a chance to regroup and restore their vitality. Although the speechless panic tribe as the winner failed to annex the other party, it also strengthened its own strength in another aspect and could have more room to face the following challenges.

After the agreement was signed and each other swore to obey in the name of God, the following things were simpler. They returned all the captives speechlessly and prepared to leave with the hostages.

Ashu Rufate was the last camp to leave the Son of the Loot. He did this because he wanted to evaluate the remaining power of the Son of the Loot with his own eyes.

There are still traces of attacks two days ago in the camp. They were bloody traces called "Fighting" left by the joint fire and swords. Ash Rufate didn't know how many people died in the raid, but I think there would be thousands of casualties.

But in such a short time, except for the gate that could not be repaired in a short time, other traces have disappeared. At least it seems that the losses they have suffered are far less severe than Ash Rufate expected. Or is it that the plundering son is stronger than expected?

Ash Rufate's helmet covered all his expressions so that people didn't notice his fear.

Speaking of which, he was too bold. A mere 300 people dared to attack such a large-scale camp. You should know that any omission - even if it was an inadvertent glance by a scout outside - could completely change the entire situation. The plundering sons would not even defend but took the initiative to attack. Although there were very few soldiers left in the base camp, they were more than enough to deal with just 300 enemies (and not elite troops).

The key to the failure of the plundering sons is to make a major mistake - they are too greedy. Even after receiving emergency information about the attack on the base camp, they still did not return, but left some elite troops to standby in the front-line camp - otherwise, perhaps in the most critical ambush battlefield, they would not have lost so quickly.

Even in the end they still have a chance. If their commander is smarter and able to deal with it properly when they are ambushed, they may not have to face the alliance under the city.

Only after understanding his boldness and mistakes did he truly understand his luck. In a trance, he seemed to see an old man who was very familiar (but he couldn't remember who it was) and said softly in front of him.

"...Some people say I'm planning, but in fact I'm just guessing with my brain; some people say I'm invincible, but in fact I'm just lucky..."

Ash Rufa had a specific concentration. What happened just now? By the way, since he drank the honey wine called "Warming Blood", he had been in a state of mind from time to time. Well, this kind of situation is not unfamiliar with this kind of state. Ash Rufat still remembers that when he woke up - in Brassian, he woke up at the twins' home - this often happened. This was a sudden flash of fragments of past memories in his mind (of course, it was just fragments, and he could not really recover his memory). However, after spending the first period, this situation became less and less. After arriving at the Hawk City, this situation basically never happened.

And this unique honey wine made him feel this way again. Although it was not many times, it could not be comparable to when he was in Brassian. But was this a way for him to recover his memory?

Wait, is this Tsengchi's trick? Ashu Rufate suddenly realized this. The name of the Lord of Deceit is not for nothing. Could it be Tsengchi wanted to use this method to remind him that in addition to Xingke, he could also get something else from Chaos? For example... lost memories.

Ashu Rufate himself must admit that restoring his lost memory is an irresistible temptation for him at this time.

The two sides have already agreed on the matter of Star Ce. Ashu Rufate completed the task, and Tsengchi and Slaanes will provide him with relevant information. Of course, the trap is obvious. In this matter, the evil god obviously intends to increase the investment layer by layer, forcing Ashu Rufate to serve them. This is also a common trick in commercial negotiations, to fish for big fish with a long line. However, Ashu Rufate feels that he still has room for choice in this matter, at least he can believe that he can reject those excessive demands.

He stopped because suddenly, he found himself surrounded by a group of warriors in Chaos Armor.
Chapter completed!