Crown of Chaos

People cheered endlessly.

"Aaron! Aaron! Aaron!"

Soldiers, adventurers, locals, clergy and even spell casters from all over the world shouted Aaron's name. After witnessing Aaron's feat of defeating Doherty, people They cheered intoxicatedly, especially those who felt that the orcs were arrogant and domineering and lacked the courage to challenge them on stage. They simply clapped their hands.

The thunderous applause even alarmed Countess Arabelle Millman-Laure, who was dealing with many affairs.

"What happened?" Ms. Raul asked the attendant with a frown.

"It's His Excellency Viscount Aaron Salian! With his elite-level strength, he actually faced the orc head-on and defeated him!" The attendant ran in excitedly and said, the young soldier's face turned red, as Cormyr Local people, Aaron's victory also makes them proud!

This is the benefit of local identity. For the Cormyrians, Aaron is one of their own.

"Is that Aaron Salian?" Millman Raul nodded with interest. After she asked what happened, there was a hint of joy in her eyes.

"Bringing him in should be the right decision."

"Perhaps, I don't know if he can really help me."

"By the way, Taimora, this is very likely to be my final battle."

Following Ms. Raul's gaze, Aaron was standing on the ring, raising his fists and declaring his victory to thousands of people.

Not far from his position, the Orc Doherty was lying there, with arc sparks constantly coming out of his body. The moment the Helm guards announced Aaron's victory, they came up to surround the Orc to prevent He refused to admit defeat or make a sneak attack.

Half-orcs are a race that is slightly inclined to evil and chaos by nature. Even good-hearted races like elves are in a situation where they "cannot afford to lose" all day long, not to mention half-orcs. The guards of Helm themselves are very hostile to Doherty. Dissatisfied with his arrogance, he simply surrounded him.

"Aaron! Aaron! Aaron!" People shouted Aaron's name, cheering for the victory of the duel.

we won! This was the reaction of the vast majority of those present.

But on the field, Aaron's condition was not very good. The secret-keeper transformation power from the divine spark of Slaanesh was gradually disappearing from his body, and large drops of sweat fell from his face like a waterfall. It dripped down and gathered on his chin, dripping a series of drops of water.

He was now as if he had been fished out of water. After losing the physical fitness and agility bonus brought by the Secret Keeper's transformation, Aaron suddenly felt tired to the bone. His whole body was sweating like pulp, even his eyelids. I don't even want to lift it.

This battle was so dangerous that Aaron felt a little scared when he thought about it.

Even if Doherty's strength attribute does not reach extraordinary strength, it should not be far away. As a warlock, he actually dares to fight an orc in close combat. He is simply crazy!

It’s just that Aaron is very clear about the gold content of the Khorne Champion: As the most powerful evil god among the Four Chaos Gods and the most active, Khorne despises long-range weapons and magic. Therefore, Khorne is the only one among the Four Chaos Gods who does not have a Chaos Wizard. There are only priests of Khorne, and Khorne's divine spells are almost always enhanced divine spells.

The Khorne Skull Cannon in the Demon Realm of Khorne is obviously so powerful, but the big demons (such as Kabanha) will never choose to use this elite unless they have to.

So, without range and magic, how can Khorne demons and Khorne warriors face the enemy's magic and range?

The Champion of Khorne is so confident.

Therefore, the half-orc Doherty can use his brass sword to directly fight against the arcane penetrating arrows of the Snow Elf Demon Archer, so Doherty can withstand Aaron's magic and come up to fight him hand-to-hand.

This is the powerful blessing of Khorne's divine power - strong magic resistance and ranged damage immunity.

"Pure men just want to fight in close combat!"

——Khorne, Sigmar, Emperor, Gorge Mauge

Aaron felt that he was in pain. His arms were sore and aching, and his fingers were so stiff that he could hardly move. He felt as if there were two stones on his shoulders, and he couldn't even lift his arms.

But these were all flaws, and Aaron knew he could just rest for a few days.

What really made him feel particularly amazing was that after this battle, he felt an unimaginable sense of relief. After the bloody battle and the hard-fought duel, the taste of victory was so sweet that his soul was almost floating. Desire.

He somewhat understood the appeal of Khorne's power.

Be victorious! To bleed! Want the skull! Have an endless thirst for courage, faith, and glory!

Face the enemy head-on, fight in an open duel, win with courage, and use all your means to sing the praises of the Blood God!

The good brother of Khorne is telling him through this half-orc Khorne champion how to unlock the power of Khorne.

He kind of gets it.

Of course, in addition to the joy brought by victory in the battle, Aaron also felt a trace of hot breath penetrate into his skin, and then gradually flowed into his body along the blood vessels.

Aaron felt an inexplicable feeling of heat and uneasiness all over his body. This feeling was familiar but unfamiliar to him. It was a feeling that was difficult to describe in words but many people had experienced it. He felt dry in the mouth and upset. In times of chaos, there is a need and desire for the opposite sex.

Good brother Khorne, do you also have a priesthood in this area? Aaron cursed in his heart.

This familiar yet unfamiliar hot breath made Solo's mouth dry, as if he had lost part of his control over his body, and his whole body became full of blood and ready to move.

Aaron subconsciously looked for Eleanor in the audience.

We can't let Miss Pastor off tonight!

Dongdong~dongdong~

Suddenly, an uncontrollable desire for indulgence arose in his mind, and his heartbeat began to accelerate again. The emotional energy sucked from his body and from Doherty rushed in like a runaway horse, powerful His heartbeat was like a heavy drumbeat, sending blood to all parts of his body. The blood surged up and his head was dizzy. The excitement of adrenaline secretion made him almost want to go down and commit an indiscriminate massacre!

Aaron forcibly suppressed the erosion from chaos with his will, and the words of the ascetic monk Kong appeared in his mind.

"Precepts, concentration, wisdom!"

The erosion of chaos lasted for about three minutes and finally slowly dissipated.

The power of Chaos is the source of Aaron's strength, and it will forever continue to try to corrupt Aaron's body and mind.

But as long as Aaron can fight it, suppress it, he can control it.

Until he became a god with the priesthood of Chaos.

As Aaron controlled his emotions, the Khorne power in his body snorted disdainfully, stopped agitating, and continued to close.

And when Aaron came to his senses and raised his fist again to declare his victory, everyone couldn't help but have an excited smile on their faces, and then they all cheered loudly.

A native of Cormyr, with charisma, miraculous magic, and exquisite combat skills, Aaron is like a god at this time, and people can't help but want to worship him.

This is a military camp, social status does not completely apply here, only the strong can get everyone's respect!

After declaring victory, Aaron turned his attention to Doherty on the ground.

"You are very powerful, a warrior among humans." The half-orc said weakly, his body still twitching from time to time. Doherty looked at the broken long sword in his hands with eyes full of regret: "I lost, but This won't be the last showdown between us, I will continue to challenge you after I recover."

"My sword is not good, and my martial arts is not enough." The half-orc looked at the broken sword in his hands with regret, and he shook his head unwillingly: "You are better than me!"

Aaron looked at the broken knives in both hands on the ground and knew that this was the key to defeating the orcs.

This two-handed long knife itself is just a relatively inferior weapon. Its ability to display such a powerful power is mainly due to the blessing of Khorne. He can see that Doherty is very dependent on this weapon, so as long as it is broken Blessing of Khorne, destroy this weapon and the Orcs will be defeated.

This is really not easy for normal people, but Aaron has such ability.

The half-orc's expression was full of loss. He kept coughing, and the blood spurted from his mouth kept flowing from his chin. This defeat was what he had always longed for, but it also made him feel lost. Under the guard of Helm Surrounded by others, he reluctantly reached out and touched the broken handle of the knife.

This weapon was like his friend. He had been through so much with it. Now that it was broken, Doherty felt indescribable pain.

"You rely too much on your sword, Orc." Aaron felt Doherty's sadness. Thinking of the opponent's identity as the champion of Khorne, he knew that no matter whether Doherty was loyal to him or not, he would continue to fight against him in the future. "That's exactly why I beat you," he said.

This is probably Khorne’s wish too, right?

"I am a sword master. How can a sword master not have a sword?" Doherty said in a deep voice.

"Without a sword, wouldn't you be able to fight?" Aaron looked at the orc.

"Sword, how can it be such an inconvenient thing?"

"If you have a sword in your heart, why don't you worry about not having a sword in your hand?"

"The way of the Sword Master is the process from existence to nothingness and then to existence again!"

Doherty was stunned. The half-orc only felt that Aaron's words were deafening, like a ringing bell, which deeply shocked him.

Is a sword such an inconvenient thing?

A sword is only when there is a sword in the heart? Do you have a sword even if you don’t have one at hand?

The half-orc twitched violently, and he felt the eight-column emblem on his chest getting hotter and hotter. The blood god from the brass throne nodded repeatedly with an expression full of recognition, guiding him on the path to the future.

Aaron ignored Doherty. He got off the ring, feeling very tired physically and mentally, but Eleanor hadn't come back yet, so he had to barely support himself amidst the cheers of the crowd.

"Are you okay, Aaron?" His cousin and Samir came over to support him, and Maximian gave him a thumbs up: "Great job!"

"It's okay..." Aaron was about to ask Samir where he lived when he suddenly heard a very familiar voice.

A guy dressed as a young scholar was shouting excitedly from the crowd.

"Did you see it? Did you see it? That's my cousin, he's super brave!"

"That's right, I am his cousin. Someone should know me, right? I am Aaron Salian's cousin Robert, the secretary of the Suzal Adventurer Guild!"

"It's amazing, I'm so proud of my cousin."

"It turns out that snow elves have no gold content! My cousin, His Excellency Viscount Aaron Salian, is very valuable!"

"You're right, Varro!"

The other man is tall and slender, wearing a round beret, wearing black and white high-end adventure leather armor, and a mustache. He looks about 40 years old. He is also dressed as a scholar and is writing furiously: " In early February 1361 of the Valley Calendar, Aaron Salian defeated the Orc Sword Master in a duel at the Arabel Restoration Army camp in Evening Star Town. Before that, the Orc Sword Master had defeated 38 warriors in a row, and finally he 's winning streak was ended by Aaron Salian."

"I, Varo Temple-Zheda, witnessed this duel. Please forgive me for not being able to use words to describe the excitement of this duel, but with thousands of people witnessing it, every word of this is believed in history!"

"This story is included in Varro's Guide to Cormyr."

Aaron's eyes widened.

cousin? Robert? How did he get to this place?

What does this kid think of war?

"Robert!" Regardless of his physical fatigue, Aaron yelled: "Come here!"

The cousin's body stiffened for a while, and then he realized that Aaron had seen him. In full view of everyone, Robert could only sneer and approach: "Aaron? Are you okay? How do you feel?"

"Why are you here?" Aaron said angrily: "An apprentice-level scholar? You are really crazy!"

"I...why can't I show up here?" Being looked at by hundreds of pairs of eyes, Robert was also a little annoyed. He said stubbornly: "I know you are strong, but I am not useless. There are more than just people in the camp. Warriors also need civilian staff. I am the secretary of the Adventurer's Guild. I can read and write three languages, and I can also do arithmetic... You taught me, Lord Raul needs you, and he needs me too!"

"I have been hired by Ms. Raul! I signed the contract, Aaron!" After saying that, Robert couldn't wait to pull Varro, who was dressed as a scholar, beside him, pointed at Aaron and said: "I'm not lying! Goddess Su Lun Up there! I’m really Aaron Salian’s cousin, haven’t you always wanted to interview him? Come on, he’s very busy.”

"Come on, come on!" Varro immediately trotted to Aaron: "Excuse me, Sir Aaron, what do you think of this duel?"

"You..." Aaron's face was full of black lines. He ignored Varo and asked Robert: "Your companion?"

"Yes, I met him in the tavern in Sousal. He is very interested in your affairs!" Robert proudly introduced his partner: "His name is Varro, Varro Temple-Zhe Da is an adventurer who likes to write books and collects interesting stories everywhere. I heard that you would appear here, so we came together!"

"I really want to have a bathroom talk with you to squeeze out all the essence of your adventures, my Viscount Salian!" Varro also said very familiarly: "Are you ready for my interview?"

"You two civil servants dare to come to the front line together?" Aaron was speechless.

"No, we also met a beautiful lady who escorted us here. This lady is also very interested in you!" Robert continued to introduce.

"Aaron Sallian?"

The sound of high heels tapping against the floor reached Aaron's eyes, and a ghostly enchantress in a silk purple robe floated out from the crowd.

The white to purple skin exudes a rich aroma like lavender. A smell mixed with girl's body fragrance and female hormones suddenly pours into Aaron's mouth and nose. His long black and purple hair hangs down in a mess, amethyst. Her bright eyes were shining brightly, and her noble and elegant face was flushed with excitement and even a little sickly. She stared at Aaron, as if no one around her was qualified to enter her sight.

It was still winter, but she was only wearing a silk purple robe, which was so white that it was dazzling. Her slightly purple skin looked particularly bright under the light, to the point of being a little pale. The slightly transparent silk dress created a wonderful hazy feeling to her. Her proud fullness, a waist that can be grasped and a tight peach butt make up her incredibly beautiful body line.

Ultra-thin transparent black stockings fit tightly on a pair of plump and slender girl's beautiful legs. Just by looking at them, you can feel the silky and smooth luster like milk. A pair of them are inlaid with diamonds, black crystals and sapphires. The high-heeled sandals are only tied to the ankles with ribbons. Covered in transparent black silk, the nails of the delicate toes are painted with black nail polish, which makes them even more charming.

"Giggle, it's nice to meet you, the great hero of Cormyr~" The stunning enchantress giggled, and took the initiative to extend her hand to Aaron. Her amethyst-like eyes were filled with the emotion called fanaticism, as if The ultimate dark end of the empty universe:

"Would you be lucky enough to meet me?"

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