The Advent of the Infinite King

"Welfare?"

"Nonsense, what do you think the chaotic lord of the Kaza tribe will do next?"

"Chase the enemy, run away from the enemy" I replied immediately.

"That's right," Gander said. "He will lead the army in pursuit as far as possible in order to kill as many enemies as possible. So, what will happen on the battlefield?"

"What happens to all the dead?" I replied.Chaos warriors prefer to wield weapons like the hammeraxe, so falling weapons on the battlefield rarely take damage and don't kill them, and if so, it's the kind that's not far from death.

"Yes. They are all dead. But. What about the property of the dead? Of course, you can change your master."

I finally got it.

As the warring parties spoke, they left the field, where they were simply fighting for their lives and deaths.Gander took the lead, and I followed him to the battlefield.

Two figures walk across the battlefield.The so-called battlefield used to be the camp of the hunter army. After such a bloody battle, it was a bleak scene all around: dead bodies, wet blood, dying suffocation and wounded people who had no hope of living anymore The moan from the throat turned into a meaningless murmur on the battlefield.

Gander seems to be used to this.Quickly he picked up the severed head of a man, and pulled a gold earring from his ear.

"Hey, this is pure gold, not bad." Gander took a bite of the earring, smiled and stuffed the earring into his bosom. "I'll do it as soon as possible. We don't have much time. It would be too bad if they came back to watch."

Gander is truly a skilled worker.In a blink of an eye, he found several valuable little things for himself.I don't care about all this, I just walk on the battlefield silently.He didn't examine the body of the dead carefully, but slowly observed the dead, feeling this wordless atmosphere.

It's not that he's filled with pity, but because he's full of contempt even though he doesn't realize it.These defeated people have no value at all.

Then he saw a body on the ground, if anything, the same body that wasn't wearing the usual scrambled armor.

This is Grandma's knight armor.

As mentioned earlier, Chaos armor is a gift from the evil gods, and even without magic to accompany it, it's still crafted above normal knight armor.Consequently, followers of chaos sometimes seize weapons from southerners, but rarely use less defensive and more defensive southerners.

There is only one possibility that you can wear this armor.I'm afraid this is a southerner drawn here by an evil god.

Chapter 769: Parliamentary Rule

Followers of adultery rarely think in the right direction.

In particular, tribal mixed-faith and single-faith (whatever) variations, while a relatively complicated affair, are not uncommon.It is a form of competition that is tacitly sanctioned by the gods.

"You said, they looked like they gave up for a while. What good does that do us?" I asked.

"Welfare?" Several subordinates looked at each other.What is the advantage of the enemy temporarily withdrawing from an attacking position?The tribe is safe for now, if you have to say so.Additionally, enemy threats range from surface to dark.

"There's no question about them." It was Hardman who spoke. "I want to unite against us." The wizard held a skeleton staff with a strange smile on his face.

This is a very common idea and an inevitable development that everyone can see.A wolf wants to eat its prey, and if the prey is a fat sheep with no resistance, it will naturally devour it alone, or even sacrifice other hungry wolves to fight for life and death.But if the prey is a struggling bull and the wolf cannot swallow it, then only people form alliances to hunt and share the prey.

Speechless, the panicked horde defeated the sons of the Raven.While it's more about sheer force than sheer force, it still makes it from "Fat Sheep" to "Bull."

But it can be seen that this is one thing and changing it is another.It's like playing chess.Everything is clear on the board, but there are still some who will lose and others who will win.

"Alliance" I nodded. "Or multiple alliances" He looked at the others, except for Hardmon, he still didn't understand.It made me realize that the chaotic followers are far less intelligent than he thinks, even the adulterous ones.No, maybe it's not because you're unintelligent, but because you lack the key to guide you.

"Our chance" I said.

"Where's the opportunity?" Bruce was still confused.He looked to the side and saw that Hardman was the only one smiling and nodding.

"An opportunity to fish in troubled waters," Harmont explained. "They once had the opportunity to monopolize the salt pond, so the alliance is planning. I'm afraid it's just beginning now. This means that during this time, they will send couriers to each other. And the messenger," Hardman said with a smile, "you can Mimic it."

It's standard thinking in military books. When you're facing multiple powerful but unrelated enemies, the best approach is to find a way to mimic the courier to provoke the enemies to fight among themselves.But amid the chaos, it appears to be a relatively rare tactic.

As time went on, I became more and more aware of the chaos of conservative style.The invasion of the Chaos Legion of the South is one thing, the Chaos Horde is another.I think the tactical thinking is conservative, conservative.All the commanders of the Chaos Army I've come into contact with since I've been to the North have not pursued success and just hope there's no fault of their own.This is true even for masochists who are known for being "crazy."

One war I encountered was between the Asowan tribe and terrorist gangs.The first response of a terrorist group upon spotting an enemy (or prey) is not an emergency attack but recovery from fatigue, resulting in the loss of advantageous fighters and eventual defeat.The first reaction of the Asowan tribe to the discovery of the enemy was to increase their vigilance, rather than actively dispatching to harass the guerrillas.

Then, as a bystander, he encounters a showdown between wandering hunters and Kazakh tribes.Both sides established a strong base on the front line, which was easy to defend before they began fighting.Had it not been for a foolish trap laid by the wandering hunters, allowing the other side to overwhelmingly attack the camp, the battle would undoubtedly have been a protracted showdown.

He then fell into a tangle of wordless panic.Then he found that all the tribes preparing for war had done the same thing: build strong forward bases in the right places, stock up on troops, and prepare to attack.

The reason for this may well be inseparable from the harsh condemnation.The idea is not incomprehensible: since it is difficult for any activity to escape condemnation, and any operation aimed at "surprise" is likely to fall into it, it is better to simply use the most conservative tactics.But perhaps this has gone on for too long, and all the chaotic commanders have lost their sense of adventure.That's why my previous raids were successful: once I hid my loathsome eyes, the fight was much easier than anyone could have imagined.

"The enemy gave us a chance," I said. "Usually," he glanced at Hardman. "How many guards does a champion of chaos carry?"

"One hundred" is Bruce talking.He began to understand. "If you have a question about safety, you're likely to bring, not more. More attention can easily lead to unsavory attention."

"Okay, Bruce, get ready for five hundred," I said. "I will lead the team myself." He turned his head to the high-ranking wizard next to him. "You should send a fake courier."

"You can entrust it to me." Hardman bowed and saluted him.The wizard was dressed like a savage, but there was something aristocratic about his demeanor.In fact, he's the hardest guy to figure out here.He seemed to support me, even respect me, and he tried to reconcile the conflict between me and the others.But I can clearly feel that this wizard is not as simple as it seems.

It's never been that easy for someone to be one step away from the Lord of Chaos.

Luckily, I didn't really care about that because he didn't want to be left alone and panicked.There were four tribes, and he defeated one of them and three others.

On this night, several mysterious people come from the main rune tribe.They suddenly appeared at the gate of the camp on horseback and demanded entry.After a brief questioning and frisking, the outsider is taken like a silent panic to the ruler of the Horde, the Runemaster ruled by a council of men, chaotic guards, and wizards.

These mysterious visitors quickly expressed their intentions, and that was the alliance.They come from a slightly more distant but more powerful tribe of medium size.They don't have the ability or the ambition to monopolize the salt ponds, but they also want a piece of the inevitable chaos. They demand that they unite with the Rune Master and give them a fixed share of the salt once the Rune Master takes over the salt pond.

Of course, the above is a rough opinion.If you're interested, the details should be dealt with directly by senior management on both sides.

Action

Action

Not much controversy, as is the case in the world: one more ally equals one more spoil, and another disadvantaged ally equals one more great power.The choices you make depend entirely on where you are.In addition, from the perspective of the strength of both parties, it is still possible for the Rune Lord to rely on this account.

After several secret envoys left, a chaotic tribal champion set off with guards and went straight to the scheduled negotiation place.The agreed meeting place is a "common" area, one that no tribe has claimed sovereignty over.In fact, this kind of place is the mainstream on the prairie.Not many places where a tribe actually claimed their territory.

He camped here and waited all day (it is normal to wait for the messenger to come back first to deliver the news), and at dusk the next day, there was a sound in the distance.Then, on a sloppy report, a reprimand from the outside, a small army came outside, but it was not known what it was for.