Blood Dragon

Chapter 330

The army tent was empty, and all the people were sent away by Aishuruffat with various excuses.Although this is a bit weird, no one dares to object, because a general has absolute power when commanding his own army.This is the accumulated experience of countless generations of wars.The subordinates can express their opinions at meetings or other suitable occasions, but the general's orders must be absolutely obeyed.Of course, there are historically some cases where subordinates violated the general's wrong orders and made meritorious service, but such cases are so rare that people who are basically in their right mind will not try to emulate.

"In this way, Lord Bloodfang will personally command the left wing..." Ma was explaining in detail in front of Aishuruffat.He looked a little bit different than he used to, yes, a little bit.In the past, Ma always had a more or less smile on his face (except for the moment when he knew Ashuruffat was cursed), but now, his smile has disappeared.

"The commander of Yang is a trusted subordinate of Lord Bloodfang... the right wing is..."

"Wait, didn't you say last time that you will be in charge of commanding the first wing?" Ashuruffat asked a little rudely.

There was a hint of malice in the horse's eyes, but in the end it was just an understatement. "Well, it seems that I am overconfident."

Of course he wouldn't tell Ashurfat that he was almost dominated by the Bloodfang Lord.Although he is actually a divinely favored person, at the level of chaos, he is only one step away from the ultimate goal of the followers of chaos, which is to ascend to the devil.His status must be higher than Lord Bloodfang, who is the Lord of Chaos.However, he cannot reveal his true identity now.Under this premise, if he was unjustly killed by Lord Bloodfang with an axe, then he can only blame himself.

Having said that, even though he wasn't chopped down by Lord Bloodfang with an axe, it was almost the same.The horse calculated very hard, and Lord Bloodfang caught up on the last day and took over the Chaos Legion.At this time, even if Lord Bloodfang didn't want to fight, it was already too late—if he had to do so, he would at least have to pay the price of a rear army to avoid a decisive battle—let alone the character of Lord Bloodfang, if he didn't want to fight are difficult.For the believers of Khorne, a big battle that comes quickly, with countless blood sacrifices to the blood god, is what they want.

It's just that the horse guessed the first point, but didn't guess the second point.In other words, he was not mentally prepared enough for what happened to him.

He had thought that if he could show obedience, if he could explain his motives and reasons for leading the army to the decisive battle-this aspect has never been a problem for the horse-then things would be about the same.What can Lord Bloodfang do with him?kill him?Don't be kidding, Tzeentch wizards are very valuable combat power of the Chaos Legion, even Khorne believers who have always distrusted magic, understand their importance.

At least Ma felt that nothing serious would happen.Of course, it is inevitable to be scolded, scolded and so on, but the horse will take these as a breeze in its ears, and wave its hands away.

But this time, Ma finally miscalculated Lord Bloodfang's temper.After Lord Bloodfang summoned the generals and announced that he had taken over the command, the first thing he did was to kill the horse.

That's right, just like all Khorne lords whose muscles are more developed than their brains, he doesn't care about the horse's leadership position among the disciples of Tzeentch at all, and he doesn't mind the significance of the magic of the Tzeentch wizard to the Chaos Legion. He just wants the horse's life!The reason is simple, the horse tricked him into attacking those extremely difficult castles or strongholds.

Although Ma described these places in advance as "fat sheep", with limited troops and weak defenses, they were easy to obtain, and there were also rich spoils of war.But the reality is exactly the opposite.These places are hard walnuts, which are very difficult to chew.

After all, Ma is not only a Chaos Lord, but also a wizard.He used several teleportation scrolls to deal with Lord Bloodfang for a long time.Although he almost died at the hands of Lord Bloodfang more than once, he finally made the other party temporarily stop his anger.Of course, as a price, several of the most loyal and capable subordinates were killed by Lord Bloodfang in this chase.The horse himself was also seriously wounded - more than once, if not for Tzeentch's favor, he would have been blood spattered five steps under Lord Bloodfang's battle axe.In the end, although he got temporary forgiveness from Lord Bloodfang, he was still humiliated by the other party in front of everyone he was with. This was a very serious matter for a Lord of Chaos.Because this is tantamount to declaring that he is weak, and being weak is a capital crime in Chaos.

Just as a fisherman never doubts his fishing skills when he can't catch any fish, a hunter never doubts his hunting skills when he catches nothing, likewise a man who plays tricks never doubts his miscalculations.They all blame fate, other people, or something else for their failures.The horse left the hatred to Lord Bloodfang.

He was, however, a Tzeentch wizard-lord.Blatant frontal revenge has never been their style. It is Tzeentch's approach to conspire behind the design plan and then give the target a knife in the back at a critical moment.But that didn't mean he wasn't angry.

Therefore, the current horse immediately put his hatred into practice.In order to ensure that Lord Bloodfang would definitely die in this battle, he had already told Ashulfat everything he should tell Ashulfat.

Even a mediocre general, if he can know the enemy's detailed deployment and force divisions, can formulate a targeted combat plan.In this case, it is difficult to lose.This is why almost every military book attaches great importance to the role of spies.

"...The surface of his formation will be convex at the center and the wings will be retracted..." Ma explained to Aishuruffat in detail.Of course, at the key position, he still played a trick of Wizard Tzeentch - after all, it would be weird if Wizard Tzeentch didn't play this kind of trick. "But in fact, as soon as the battle begins, Lord Bloodfang will lead the left wing's elite to attack with full force. The central part of the troops will stick to their positions, while the right wing will make the necessary shrinkage to avoid the battle."

"Is this a tactic..." Ashuruffat whispered to himself.The strategic idea of ​​Lord Bloodfang is a classic slash tactic.Gather the elite to one wing and launch an attack proactively.This tactic is advantageous against an enemy with an evenly distributed force.This is also a common way of thinking in this era, the internal wars of the Seven Kingdoms, and field battles.

There is one difference, of course, and that is the reserve team.Lord Bloodfang went into battle himself, so he didn't leave a reserve team.This in turn means that his front-line troops will be a little stronger.At least the first round of assault is more difficult to resist.

"You should mobilize the most elite forces to eat up Lord Bloodfang's advancing troops," Ma suggested. "Relax, based on my knowledge of Lord Bloodfang, I am sure that the other two wings will not change their tactics to rescue him."

Ideally, Ashuruffat would fight Lord Bloodfang to the detriment of both.Yes, Ashurfat should have won, but it would have been a disastrous victory.In this way, after his death, his successor (of course, that person is very likely to be Barranca) will become smarter-at least not appear too arrogant.

Of course, Ma now cares more about Lord Bloodfang.The first thing to do is to make sure Lord Bloodfang dies - whether it's from his plan or his emotions.Lord Bloodfang cannot return to White Castle, otherwise... many things will become more difficult to deal with.

"Advance on the left wing, stick to the center, retreat on the right wing... It's a familiar tactic..." Ashuruffat said softly to himself.

"As soon as the battle starts and Lord Bloodfang takes the lead to rush to the front line, I will lead my wizards to evacuate the battlefield!" Ma said. "So you can let your wizards do whatever they want. If possible, I will ask my wizards to help them."

"help?"

"Well, I can let my subordinates gather power from the wind of magic, but do not control and guide it. In this way, your magician can control the energy that has no owner without much effort." Ma said, although He has already determined that he has controlled this southerner named Ashuruffat, but faintly, he feels a kind of uneasiness.It's an intuition that goes beyond reason.Now, though, he's gone too far, set too deep, and it's impossible to turn back. "But you pay a little attention to the right wing ... it's better not to attack there."

"There are all your subordinates there?"

"They are my subordinates." Ma sighed, "but now they obey Lord Bloodfang's orders." When Lord Bloodfang dies, they will become my subordinates.He said in his stomach, of course, this sentence is only in his stomach.The three lieutenants are all confidantes of Lord Bloodfang, and besides leading a small number of confidants, he can't command any troops.

"The main problem is the left wing led by Lord Bloodfang himself. Almost all of them are his cronies and followers of Khorne. They are very strong. If there are insufficient troops, it may be extremely difficult to resist their offensive."

"I will deal with them." Ashuruffat said. "The right wing... are you sure they won't attack?"

"Although I am not the commander, I still have a little influence in this regard." Ma said.There is no need for influence at all to do this, because Lord Bloodfang's order is like this.

Time passed unconsciously, and Ma finally explained everything he needed to explain clearly.Then Ashurfat finally asked the most crucial question.

"My curse of Nurgle...have you found a cure?"

"I found it." Ma's intuition warned him again that he was uneasy.By the way, something is really wrong.Ashrufat seems to be particularly interested in war, but not in his own life?Otherwise, why would he mention the issue at the end? "But... I must first confirm how your condition is progressing."

Ashuruffat stood up and pulled up his clothes vigorously, exposing his abdomen.He quickly pulled the clothes off—a reaction that could be interpreted as shame, but the horse could still see.Several large and translucent plaques have appeared on Ashuruffat's abdomen, the muscles have been eroded, and the organs below can even be vaguely seen.This is what happens when you are terminally ill.