Four-Armed Divine Emperor

At least before Elsa and her team made a series of bad moves, tore the legion apart and put it on the brink of destruction, they would obey Elsa and her team's orders as if they were obeying an old general they had followed for many years.

Not to mention their dissatisfaction with Al letting a group of "children" lead them in a bloody battle with the enemy. Apart from fanaticism and excitement, no negative emotions were seen in the army.

In such a legion, all members are already considered "fanatics".

Chapter 76: Offspring's Expedition (V)

The coalition forces arrived quickly, as if they knew that enemy reinforcements were on the way. Before the dim sky completely turned white, a long dragon of torches appeared within the observation range of the outpost.

He did not risk the attack, as if he knew that the news of his arrival could not be concealed from the enemy.

The horn sounded, shaking the mountains and forests, breaking the tranquility before dawn in advance.

There was no negotiation, no probing. When the coalition forces saw that the enemy's legions were not relying on temporary strongholds for defense in the outposts, but were openly camping in the wild, they also silently deployed their formations and began to advance.

A dull drumbeat accompanied the footsteps of the orcs. At first, a few rain sounds could be heard, and then it gradually became louder, faster, and more complicated, making people easily upset.

It was like a ferocious beast was gradually approaching people.

Elsa climbed up the temporary platform and looked into the enemy's army. She saw an altar chariot in the middle of the army being slowly pushed forward by laborers. The surrounding area was guarded by soldiers whose elite and fierce aura could be felt from afar.

On the altar stood a woman wearing red and white clothes, swinging a big tail, and looking particularly charming. She was dancing around the center and constantly beating the war drum placed in the middle.

"The enemy's 'prophet'." Aisha intuitively confirmed.

Like the fox that Al has kept as a pet, she is also a woman, or a "female beast".

"Try to capture her alive." She walked down the platform and talked to Caesar and others. She would be the commander-in-chief in the army and would not move easily. The position of the vanguard general would be taken by her brothers.

All the sons and heirs understood it clearly.

Don't get me wrong, we caught him back for no other reason.

Although even the earliest Elsa gene seeds were not yet mature and could not be quickly transformed into a "genetic servant" through blood transformation, Al was sure that his offspring all had the ability to reproduce, or at least to carry out reproduction work.

Of course, he wasn't so crazy as to experiment with his daughter to verify this...

Hiss, it seems that asking my son for confirmation is even more ridiculous...

In short, they are not disabled. Regardless of their reproductive ability, at least they have the ability to mate.

They went to capture the enemy's high priestess (you can understand it that way), naturally...in order to let their father see if she could be used, whether she was useful, and use her to give birth to more brothers.

Although Al's children have this ability, they all seem to be sexually apathetic, or in other words, they have the mechanism but no desire?

Not to mention his daughters, as for the boys, Al was originally going to select "followers" and "attendants" for his sons from among the mountain fanatics. It can also be understood as assigning a personal maid to take care of his sons' daily lives and deal with some things in the future.

Girls naturally don’t have that.

El was surprisingly "stubborn" in this regard. He didn't want to be a ghost father, but he also didn't want his cabbages to be taken away, even though these cabbages were born less than a year after he ejaculated into them.

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Elsa was the one who spent the longest time with him, but they just felt inexplicably awkward.

It is strictly required that the child be eighteen or twenty before being allowed...If the child is really interested, then bring him back to show his father. If he can stay, then he will be a family member from now on. The old father will also accept it.

But the daughters, led by Aisha, didn't care about it at all, because they had no concept or idea about it at all.

The boys also behaved very strangely. They pushed all the maids they had received back to El, and petitioned him to have more concubines and children. There was even a incident where Caesar ambushed a group of adventurers who were lost and trapped in the mountains for five days and came to the mountain palace in a daze. He killed the men without mercy, and only a female mercenary and a female scholar in the team survived. They were brought back to El by Caesar and presented to him.

It's inexplicably like the kind where they go outside to catch prey, but don't eat or take it themselves. Instead, they tie it up and bring it back to the nest to be enjoyed by the "mistress" or "queen", who then injects parasitic insects into the captives.

The descendants of Ai'er all have a desire to reproduce, but this desire is: to catch more excellent mothers and bring them to their father to give birth to more brothers!

They are even more enthusiastic about the expansion of their tribe than El. El will also let women who have given birth rest for a period of time and space out pregnancies for the sake of recuperation and simply because he cannot accept the crazy reproduction like beasts or insects. Of course, this is just to control the other party from getting pregnant, not to avoid sugar.

What's more, the women who have been infected by him can't resist it.

The descendants wished that Al would work at high speed in bed 24 hours a day, making their "breeders" pregnant, giving birth, pregnant, giving birth like an assembly line... In short, it was quite scary.

Closer to home.

The two armies faced each other. After the drumbeats stopped, a man who looked like a messenger ran out from the coalition forces, riding a bighorn sheep, and came to the front of the two armies.

"On behalf of our ancestor, the great prophet 'Lupa', and all the tribes in the north, I salute the sage of the west, Lord Aiel!" After saying this, the man with horns on his head, whose specific race could not be identified - perhaps just an ordinary "horned beast" - turned over and got off the sheep's back, first touched his chest, then bowed, and finally knelt on one knee to salute towards the south.

They represent the prophet, the tribe, and himself respectively.

There was silence here, and no one even came out to respond.

The messenger stood there, looking a little anxious. He shouted again, but was greeted by a pair of cold yet fiery eyes staring at him, as if he were looking at prey or trophies.

This made him feel frightened, but he was unwilling to return to the camp, so he simply handed over the only condition the tribe could offer him.

"The northern tribes can submit to the wise master and pay tribute! As long as we are allowed to retain our respective mountain territories!"

His voice lingered for a while above the two armies' confrontation positions, then dissipated helplessly.

Elsa stood outside the camp and listened to the messenger's call, then shook her head and waved to a guard, who immediately ran quickly to the front line.

"call out!"

An arrow was thrown from the opposite formation, and half of its body was embedded in the mud not far in front of the messenger.

The attitude is obvious.

This united tribe was not willing to fight against the serious wizard Devngeir. It was okay after they fought with Saruman the last time, and they could still fool around, pretending not to know and having illusions. But this time, the elite troops brought by Elsa were obviously not something that the mountain people could gather on their own. There must be someone behind them.

But Ai'er was not demanding tribute from these tribes in the name of a powerful spellcaster. If that were the case, they would have just surrendered, as it was not like they had never kneeled before outsiders.

How long could a wizard stay in a demon-poor land like the Thurso? Surely someone with so much free time would leave the luxurious life of Xerxes and the Astra Kingdoms to come to this remote borderland and mess with these mountain folk?

Instead, they let the believers under his command unify the mountains in the name of a "living god". This is a plan to wipe out the entire family without leaving any room for maneuver. If they really surrender, their tribes will be relocated and their people will be dispersed, then their power will be over. Even if the wizard gets tired of playing and leaves, as long as Gansa and the other two are not fools, a little trickery will be enough for them to continue to maintain the superficial unity of the mountains.

This completely cut off the inheritance of them, their descendants, and their descendants from ruling a certain sect and becoming kings.

Therefore, when the messenger shouted, he said "I am willing to submit to the wise man" instead of "convert to the god Anu", and the latter was the banner of the Four-Armed Tribe's expansion in the group, which is equivalent to justice.

And Elsa's answer was equally obvious:

disagree!

If you don’t convert, you will die!

The author says:

Author's Note: PS: Chapter 68 was previously numbered incorrectly and skipped a chapter. I have corrected it here and it is actually a double update of chapters 76 and 77.

Chapter 77: Offspring's Expedition (VI)

Now that the last efforts for peace have failed and the negotiations have broken down, there is nothing more to say.

The orcs' attack was much more swift than their silent reaction in the few days after Aisha's invasion of the border. Almost as soon as the messenger who shouted the message stepped into the formation on the front hooves of the Pan sheep, the troops began to advance at the same time.

If we can't talk, then we have no choice but to fight.

For the United Tribes, the only way left for them to survive and maintain their independence was to win on the battlefield. There was no other way.

The enemy was not kept in the dark about Aisha's expedition, nor was Gansa's reinforcements.

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If it weren't for the deliberate plan and Gansa's surrender, and the fact that they were fighting on nearly half of their homeland, and if Ai'er's presence obscured the enemy mages' detection, it wouldn't have been so easy for them to lead Xerxes' army into death.

So the orcs have to fight, either defend or take the initiative to attack. The best opportunity to take the initiative to attack is to find a way to defeat Aisha's vanguard army before the subsequent reinforcements arrive, and prevent the two armies from merging. In that case, the gap in conventional military strength alone will be so great that it will make people despair, not to mention that the other side has a wizard who supports this matter but has not come forward.

According to insider information, the orcs actually wanted to send troops early on, and even summoned a large army to go out of the territory to actively fight before Elsa entered the territory. However, the mountain people were not happy about this. They still had illusions about this and were unwilling to hand over the main force of their tribe to the orc commander. They hoped to seek relatively suitable conditions through negotiations.

The two sides argued for a long time, resulting in Elsa not even encountering any resistance along the way. She only attacked the coalition garrison when she captured the outpost.

Finally, faced with life and death, they temporarily put aside their disputes and jointly formed an army to go to war.

After knowing that Aisha's reinforcements would arrive soon, the coalition forces had actually lost their best chance of fighting. If Aisha had chosen to be safe, accelerated the expansion of the outpost, and defended it with 3,000 elite troops, then the chances of the coalition forces destroying the enemy before the reinforcements arrived would have been slim. However, Aisha chose to give up defending and sent troops to meet the enemy, which gave the enemy a glimmer of chance of victory.

"As long as we can defeat the enemy in front of us, as long as we can defeat the enemy in front of us! As long as we can reach there (referring to Commander Elsa's camp), there is a chance of victory! There is a chance of survival!"

......

“waaaaagh!!!”

Roland tried to pull the sword out of the neck of his current enemy, but who could have known that this greenskin, whose arm had been cut off and whose neck was so seriously injured that Roland almost beheaded him, would suddenly burst out with a last-ditch effort of strength, twist his neck, endure the severe pain, and use his body to block Roland's blade.

And in front of him, a green-skinned orc with a battle axe raised high was already leaping towards Roland!

Time on the battlefield seemed to freeze between the two. Roland's eyes widened, glaring at the enemy in front of him. A power that could tamper with reality and distort cognition flowed through his body, and a light blue flash appeared in his brown pupils for a moment!

Faced with the crisis of life and death, Roland's instinct was about to take effect. As long as he used the psychic power inherited from El, he could instantly bounce away the green-skinned barbarian in front of him with pigtails and as thick as two Devon Gael warriors tied together!

But the next moment, a short axe was thrown from behind with a sound of breaking through the air, hitting the leaping greenskin's cheek. The ugly and ferocious head was instantly cut in half, and the red, white, green and yellow thing shattered with a bang.

Roland's eyes flashed, and he put away the idea of ​​using his psychic power. He loosened the hilt of the sword, dodged the green-skinned corpse that was "rushing" towards him, and took a few steps back. Only when he had the cover of his comrades again did he take the time to look back.

Caesar, covered in blood and with his helmet removed, raised his chin towards his brothers and pointed forward. Roland nodded slightly, turned around, and continued to move forward with the team.

After helping his brother, Caesar simply turned around and returned to the main camp, where he soon saw Elsa and Cyrus, who was also covered in blood.

But just like him, not much of that blood was their own.

"The orcs have already pushed the greenskins forward. If that 'prophet' doesn't move, they won't stand a chance."

Caesar casually mentioned military intelligence. Compared with Misha and Cyrus, who all had "commander-like style" in this regard, and several other brothers, he, as the third son, had the blood of mountain people flowing in his body. Perhaps because of this, he preferred to fight in the front line and was more suitable to be a general rather than a commander.

His personal combat ability is also the strongest among the heirs. He is the first heir who can defeat the instructor. He can use the training sword to easily defeat five fully armed warriors without being hit by the enemy in vital parts. He is also the only heir who has defeated the eldest daughter Elsa in a duel.

He was more worried about his sons than a duel, fearing that the second son, who was outstanding in ability, would be harmed by the eldest daughter, the "first wife", a princess who was accustomed to Xerxes' court intrigues. The third son's mother was Nidalee, the "female leopard" brought back by Aiur from the border area, and a distant relative of Gandalf.

She was a woman of great courage, and it was she who had gone to fish for Al.

But although the latter was not stupid, he obviously did not have too many considerations and concerns in this regard. He basically had sex when he got up and went to bed, and did it when he had time to eat and sleep. He occasionally looked at the child, and when he found that Caesar performed particularly well and even defeated the strongest warrior in the tribe, he was happy for a while, and then went back to El to live a half-pet life.

Another thing is that she is very enthusiastic about having children. Perhaps it is because the mountain tribe has some maternal remnants, and the children born by women also have the imprint of the woman's family. For example, the princess was worried from the beginning whether giving birth to another child as a brother of Cyrus would cause suspicion. But after discovering that El's sowing ability was at a monster level, it didn't matter anymore. Even though Ansuna had to show up frequently to deal with the affairs of Norman City, she had already given Elsa two brothers, let alone others.

Caesar threw to his servant a scimitar with a simple ornament, which he had taken from a warrior of his enemy, and the latter had returned to the world, nourishing with his flesh and blood the land that had nurtured him.

Chapter 99

Ground.

Everything that rots in the mountains and returns here has been the fate of the mountain people for thousands of years.

"When will the counterattack begin?"

He asked, then casually took the water bag from the soldier's waist and drank it all.

Only the heirs' physical fitness could withstand the intense fighting. Ever since the vanguard mountaineers launched their attack, they had already been engaged in a fierce battle for two hours. Caesar remembered every man he killed, though to him, it was only a number:

Twenty-seven.

"Wait."

Aisha only replied with one word.

And Cyrus added, "Soon."

Chapter 78: Offspring's Expedition (VII)

A burly orc with a wolf head and a human body was panting, with hot breath coming out of his nostrils.

Holding an axe and shield, it walked with heavy steps to the side of the altar chariot, looking up at the red and white beast girl.

"boom!"

It raised its shield in front of it, swung its battle axe and chopped off all the arrows stuck on it, then dropped its weapon, walked up to the altar and knelt on both knees.

"Wolf..." The prophetess walked forward barefoot, holding the wolf's head in her hands, looking at the werewolf's scars with pity, then looked up and looked around the battlefield.

Blood, smoke, shouts... This was a war that the orcs in the borderland had not experienced in hundreds of years. If she had not existed, the orc coalition would most likely have been defeated.

Those chiefs and leaders would not use the elite of their tribes to fight a war that, even if they won, would bring them no benefit other than survival.

The greenskin mercenaries have completely disappeared from the battlefield. The fierce charge of the big guys broke through two consecutive lines of defense of the Four-Armed Ones, but in the end, after Caesar and Cyrus killed the greenskin general, their momentum weakened and they were unable to move forward.

The big guys caused nearly twice as many casualties as the four-armed ones at the cost of almost their own annihilation, but their numbers were too small. When the big guys fell one after another, the goblins scattered and began to flee the battlefield.

The already low morale of the mountain folk troops was so frightened by the tragic casualties after the first round that they had no desire to fight anymore. If the orcs hadn't stepped up at the critical moment, the mountain folk formation would have collapsed, and the enemy would have taken advantage of the opportunity to counterattack...

"Order a retreat, we have no chance."

The werewolf's tone was a little heavy. As the former leader of the tribe and now the vanguard general, he charged forward fearlessly, killed more than a dozen enemy soldiers in succession, and faced the siege of three enemy warriors (descendants) alone and still retreated safely. But he also knew that the coalition forces had little chance of winning.

The battle has reached this point. Even if they can finally win the battle, it will definitely be a tragic victory with an irreparable cost.