Pirate’s Infinite Wings

I don't know who to start with, the besieged demon king's tribe warriors began to lay down their weapons. Their leader, the Champion of Chaos, is dead, and the others have lost their sense of war. If the fighting continues, it will only lead to greater carnage. Because of their best efforts to break in, they were now surrounded, and it was impossible for them to retreat and escape.

The process of clearing the battlefield is simple. The victor begins to seek out the field, as is the custom in all wars. Although the battle was small, the proportion of casualties was not small. Of the main Rune Horde's men's armies, half had fallen on the battlefield, and the victors had suffered many casualties. That place is like a colorful dye shop, red and white reflect each other, and finally all slowly evolve into deep red.

The prisoners stood aside, waiting for the winner to make a decision. Fortunately, well-informed people know that the chaotic monarch does not worship terrorism, which means he has no particular interest in carnage, but it depends on the need for facts. Followers of adultery are all utilitarian considerations of this reality. But if he thought it would be better to kill the captive, the Lord of Chaos would not hesitate to do so.

The Lord of Chaos stood before them, scanning the crowd with trembling eyes. He watched it over and over again, but didn't know what was going on in his mind. Finally, he shook his head slightly.

At that moment, all the prisoners felt that the end was coming.

But at that moment, the Lord of Chaos turned his back, and the wizard who cast the spell came out and announced good news to them.

All prisoners have an option to join the winner. The Lord of Chaos, named me, allowed them to keep their original faith, and he allowed them to leave his army freely as long as they survived three battles. Of course, there is a price to pay for prisoners not being able to accept this conditional option, namely that they will be executed on the spot.

For prisoners, no one would choose between the two.

The winner's team left before the evening, completely down. On this bloody grass, there are still undead gurgling blood, bringing the most nutritious fertilizer to the earth. For the victors, they have no name, no story, no hope, no future, only a silent death.

This is what happens every day in chaotic areas.

The stronghold of the panic-stricken horde is as calm as ever today.

Rumors have been circulating in the tribe for a long time, but everyone is trying to pretend that nothing special is going on. Only a few people casually ask about the mysterious Lord of Chaos.

The name of the Lord of Chaos is no longer a big secret. He called me, and in the human language, it's a very word of mouth name not just for humans, but elves, dwarves and even mice. This is an unknown, mysterious Lord of Chaos. Because even the most knowledgeable people have never heard of a chaotic tribe called me.

It is said that the Lord of Chaos was commanded by the gods to rescue the speechless and panicked tribes in trouble. Who in their right mind scoffs at the notion worthy of adultery themselves concern the panicked horde, no words? It should be noted that while the Horde of the Speechless Panic is the largest and strongest tribe in the region (at least once was), it is an insignificant minority in the entire realm of chaos. But logically, despite being so true, many people believe the legend.

It's no small matter that an alien chaotic collar is largely in charge of the tribe. Many tribal members are half associative with this worry. Happily, with a chaotic monarch, the power of a chaotic lord may be able to solve the current dilemma of the tribe facing enemies from all directions. This is not an unfounded assumption after all, the son of the greatest plunder was defeated and revived the tribe power, worried that everyone knows what alien chaos can do to a tribe. Yes, in this regard there is no difference between Follower of Chaos and Seven Kingdoms in the center, that is, purge. After the external problems are solved, internal problems will inevitably arise.

Some say that the Lord of Chaos is just passing by and has no real intention to reign over wordless panic. There are several versions of this statement, the most popular of which is that once the chaotic monarch has stabilized the situation in the region, he will immediately raise an army in the name of God and launch another southern invasion. Yes, the failure of the Southern Expedition took a heavy toll on the Horde. But it has always been mutual, and while the army in disarray has been hit hard, the army of the southerners has paid enough. On the contrary, it was a great opportunity for the southern expedition.

Rumors abounded, but surprisingly, several senior members of the tribe remained largely silent. They kept their mouths shut, but they often met privately to discuss the matter. Instead, the move fueled the rumor further.

Now, in the heart of the tribe, in a plush tent, several speechless panic leaders gather.

"Hardman, I'm definitely the one" a speechless, panicked top of the tribe, a robed wizard was speaking. He looked reluctant, and across from him, the wizard was dressed like a wildling and was smiling.

If I had been there, I would have thought the wizard had been knocked out by the beating he gave him once during one of our encounters.

"The same name is unlikely to be the same name," Hardmon replied.

"It's not the same name, it must be him!" The wizard gritted his teeth recalling what happened. "Defeat Our General"

"The past is the past, and the present is the present," Hadmon replied. "He wasn't part of the chaos then, but he is now. What does it matter? Are you going to question God's verdict?"

"I just want to tell you, don't underestimate him! He is more cunning than others think. Marvin thought he could control him, but he beat him. He said something good now, but when will he say it well."

"Wait!" Hadmon closed his eyes, and opened them again after a few minutes. There was a faint wind of magic around his body, and it could be seen that he had been delivering magic just now. "Sir, rapid progress is being made." He smiled. "Now those people want to support the alliance or something, I'm afraid it's impossible."

"We, my adults, are indeed favored by the gods," Hardmont said. "His strategy was perfect, and with these sneak attacks, he cut them straight off."

"It doesn't work." The wizard replied dissatisfied. "What we worry about is the alliance between the great tribes, what's the rest?"

"No, honey, you don't understand. You know, the real question is not how many bugs he dares to covet in the back, but how dare he covets us in the back." Hardman gestured. "What do you think will happen when the news gets out?"

"What happened?" The other party was not a fool, and was a little dumbfounded. "If great tribes are going to hold together, it has to be executed carefully. Because it could be a trap. But it doesn't work. Small tribes are fine, but big tribes, top guys like this, know each other, or at least know each other."

"That's right. Either a Chaos Champion or a Chaos Sorcerer is killed. No matter what kind of person it is, it is very important to any tribe. This kind of loss will not be tolerated. No one will go to another tribe to negotiate , the place to negotiate can only be a safe field. In order to prevent this kind of fake attack from happening, there will be enough guards, right? One hundred people is not enough to be attacked, so they are equipped with thousands of guards. It should be like this thought, right?"

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