Warhammer

El's body began to heat up. Although he knew it was an illusion, he couldn't help but feel his hands and feet going weak, especially after hearing Misha and Hera greet the Centaur.

He really wanted to ask the horsewoman to turn around and go back. They were in the tent, and Al had set up restrictions to separate the inside and the outside. They could play however they wanted... But he could only clench his teeth, for fear of making any noise that would alert Misha and the others.

There is no doubt that Al is lustful, but his descendants never regard this as a black spot on the shining sun of their little father, and he will not avoid this fact.

But Al's thoughts are still inevitably marked by his previous life. Under the slight influence of his previous life, he still has small pursuits such as "strict father" and "father's majesty", which are more like cosplay...

If you play this kind of game with a centaur girl, you can expose yourself in the wild and reverse the control...

If my eldest daughter finds out...

My little father's majesty is over! (Sad)

El was extremely nervous, and at the same time, a kind of excitement he had never experienced before was quietly prying open his mind. The most obvious manifestation was that El's hands and feet, which were hanging on the centaur girl, made sure that the posture would be tighter and that his limbs would not suddenly go limp and fall off and be seen.

Also, El's spear, which had been in high sexual interest after being awakened by the Centaur Girl, became even more sexually excited. Unfortunately, it had no space to act now, and was sandwiched tightly between him and the Centaur Girl's body by El himself.

Sensing the changes in his adopted son's body being transmitted to himself through their current close connection, the Centaur's mouth curled up slightly and he walked out of the city alone without any concealment.

The guards were ordered not to follow. Only the Griffin Queen, who was lying outside the tent, flapped her wings and flew into the sky, following the Centaur's footsteps.

Misha and the wolf girl walked into the tent, but found that their little father was suddenly missing.

The two daughters, one older and one younger, who still didn't know much about certain things, just stared at each other blankly in the tent.

"Where is father?"

Chapter 170: Wild sprint!

"Mortals fear me only because I am the Anointed One, the Chosen One. The armies of the gods gather under my banner. I will destroy you and your cowardly empire."

————Eternal Chosen Archaon, Lord of the End

"No! No... I can't do it today... There's really not a drop left."

————Eternal God's Chosen El, Son of the Four Gods

The centaur girl ran wildly outside the camp for a long time before returning leisurely.

Misha and Hera, who had been looking for their father for a long time, were surprised to find that the centaur who seemed to be alone when they went out came back in pairs.

The mare was refreshed and in high spirits, and her usually arrogant and defiant personality had improved greatly today.

He used to ignore most of the beastmen, even those from his headquarters, but now, as he walked among the camps, he showed surprising friendliness and kindness!

The Centaurs will even nod to the soldiers who take the initiative to salute the Chosen One, the Chosen One's adoptive mother, and the strongest warriors of the tribe.

With a smile on her face and spring in her eyes, the Centaur girl steps briskly with the sound of clattering hooves. She looks full of energy, and one can't tell at all how much powerful strength lies beneath her beautiful appearance.

At this moment, Alina looked more like a horse lady who had returned from an outing, very happy and fulfilled. She was bright and pretty, as if she was injected with endless energy.

Al, who was riding on his foster mother's back, looked much more listless. He didn't even ride in a normal posture. Instead, he put his legs on his left side and rode sideways on the horse's back.

He dare not put his legs together. If you look closely, you will find that the boy's legs tremble slightly from time to time as if twitching.

This trip out was an accident, so Al did not wear a mask. His whole appearance, if not one that he had just recovered from a serious illness, could be described as listless and depressed.

The boy's lips were parted unconsciously, and saliva even flowed out from the corners of his mouth until Al noticed it and quickly wiped it away.

Overall, it is in a state of aftermath of being severely manipulated.

Al really didn't expect that the Centaur girl who suddenly took the initiative to attack and prepared a surprise for him, in the subsequent interaction that he thought might be slightly exciting and loving, actually brought him a huge "Centaur shock".

The little boy clung to the mare's body, and the two of them tangled fiercely in the gallop, loving each other...

This is nothing. Al experienced it himself to see how fast Alina could run. For most of the day, they combined the distance left by the traces and calculated the length from the Sacred Forest Fortress to the tribal headquarters!

The surging centaur seemed to have awakened some talent, and its fighting power surged as it galloped. It turned out that it surrendered to the golden ship in seven seconds between the bed. But in the process of running, the intense stimulation made Al unbearable. The speed of the first few times of disarming was very fast, but the centaur girl withstood the turbulent offensive wave after wave, showing that she became more and more courageous as she fought.

Al's body was numb from riding the horse again and again. His spear slipped out of the horse's vagina several times and his head was dizzy from being shaken.

The mount beneath her had in turn captured her rider. The beautiful Centaur rider, by exerting her racial talent, finally, after confirming the relationship and cleansing herself in the spring, once again took absolute control of the relationship between mother and son.

She stopped running, and commanded the boy to dismount from the horse, then hugged her body from below, pressed under the horse's belly and started the most intense round of fighting.

Al, whose head was already dizzy, did as he was told in a daze. When Alina started to gallop wildly in the rugged terrain of the dense forest again, his whole body seemed to be connected most stably. Only when he entered deeply into the horse's vagina, with his spear tightly wrapped by the vagina's flesh, Al could only hold the centaur's thighs and buttocks tightly under the influence of two huge emotions: fear of falling and great stimulation. At the same time, he insisted on the movement of entering and exiting under the order of his adoptive mother.

In the end, Al was like being dragged behind a horse and ran the entire distance. When the last shot was injected into his foster mother, Alina gradually slowed down her pace and stopped to feel it carefully.

When it was over, Al simply loosened his hands and feet and fell from the centaur's belly, knocked unconscious.

Then he was picked up by the frightened horse girl, carried on her back, and washed in a clean spring. During the whole process, El was like a cub being played with between the claws of a female animal, allowing himself to be manipulated.

He was really tired.

Even with the abundant energy of God's Chosen One, he was ultimately unable to withstand the tormenting of God's Chosen Ones who were a hundred thousand or even ninety thousand times more powerful than he was now. This level of horse-joy was still too intense for Al, who was still in his childhood and growth period.

This was the first time that El had been defeated in a matter between men and women. In the countless experiences in the past, even in a one-on-many round battle, El had never been at a disadvantage. Until today, under the rapid attack of the centaur girl, his hands and feet became weak and his whole body trembled as he fell to the ground.

After tasting such a sumptuous feast and experiencing supreme pleasure while galloping, the centaur girl was contentedly put her adopted son back on her back and carried him slowly back to the sacred forest.

Al, whose whole body was limp, was violently penetrated by a huge centaur, and was violently penetrated. He was torn to pieces and was put on the horse's back like a shaky young girl captive, and was taken back to the barbaric tribe and imprisoned, waiting for the dark life that was to follow.

It was not until they were close to the outskirts of the sacred forest that Al regained some strength and sat up from the horse. However, his legs were still aching and weak, so he could only sit sideways on Alina's back.

Finally, the current situation...

Misha and the big wolf girl blocked the entrance of the tent.

The situation was tense, and Al and the Centaur Girl disappeared for most of the day inexplicably, which was very detrimental to the situation where the war had just ended and morale and people's hearts needed to be restored urgently.

It reminded El of the time when the army was not yet formed and they were divided out to develop the tribe. Misha stayed by his side, and every day she brought a large group of El's descendants, brothers and sisters to block their father's door, saying, "The government affairs are not yet completed, you can't rest yet, father."

Although Niu Niu is now more mature and considerate than he was back then, and he won't cling to Al all the time, he is still as firm as ever in his dedication to doing things.

Faced with the eldest daughter who came to the house to "ask for someone", the dazed Al did not react. Now it was Alina who was in charge. She pondered for a moment, picked up Al, who just wanted to find a bed to lie down and empty his mind, by the "heartless" adoptive mother, and handed him to the eldest daughter.

Alina was also tired, but she had to go out alone.

So Misha took Hera away, who was circling around her little father in her eldest sister's arms happily.

Al opened his eyes drowsily and looked up at Niu Niu, his little father who was curled up unconsciously in his arms with his head down and smiling.

"Misha..."

Al shouted vaguely, "Let's come back tomorrow... I'm so tired... There's not a drop left..." Faced with Al in such a depressed state, Misha naturally wouldn't say anything more.

The nerves had been highly tense for several days, and the accumulated fatigue came all together after the battle and the wild union with the Centaur girl.

Misha said nothing as she carried her little father towards her residence, followed by the wolf girl. She walked lightly and was careful to avoid crowded places on the road. She rocked El gently in her arms from time to time to soothe her to sleep, just like a certain little father who was not very good at raising children did during her short period as a cub.

Chapter 171: After the War, Misha's Work

In the end, Misha didn't drag Al to do the work.

Niu Niu put Al in his room to rest, and considerately made the bed for the little father, then dragged the reluctant big wolf girl out of the room.

As for official business, most of it will eventually fall on Niu Niu and be handled by her.

Looking for dad was just a simple attempt to pull my little father over.

Repairing defenses, settling troops, transferring the wounded, pursuing defeated soldiers... Misha has handled all kinds of things with ease. She is worthy of her status as the eldest of the heirs. Her comprehensive ability is definitely the strongest among the heirs.

Among the four most outstanding and powerful heirs of Aiur, Kael'thas tends to be a civil official and a mage; the wolf girl Hera is a heavy warrior, an angry big dog, and has a simple mind; Barbatos is both civil and military, with MAX affinity, but surprisingly, she doesn't like military affairs and management. Apart from the instinctive consensus of the heirs to fight for their blood father, she prefers to pursue pleasure, both personal and public.

Misha is an all-rounder. In terms of personal combat power, she can use her strength to suppress the reluctant big wolf girl; in terms of academic wisdom and management experience, Kael'thas is the eldest daughter's deputy; as for affinity, Barbatos' affinity makes everyone who gets along with her let go of their restraints and have fun together. Almost everyone has a good impression of this heir of the legion who has no airs and likes to eat, drink, play musical instruments, sing and entertain herself.

Misha is the third person in the tribe. She is recognized as the eldest daughter of El and the head of his descendants. Almost half of the affairs of the tribe have to go through the hands of this little cow girl, Misha, whose actual age is less than two years old since she was born.

In the secular world, the first and second main objects of the tribesmen's respect are always El and the centaur girl Alina, and the third one is naturally Misha, who is El's deputy.

Although the overall losses of the tribe were devastating this time, the results were also very fruitful!

According to preliminary estimates, of the greenskin army defeated in the Sacred Forest, the number of greenskins directly killed by the Horde was about 46,000. Together with the earliest garrisons that were defeated outside the city, nearly 50,000 greenskins were directly buried in the Pina Forest.

The Pina ecosystem, which is evolving towards the Magic Forest, can digest the greenskins' spores and decompose them into nutrients for the forest if it is not destroyed as a whole. Therefore, there is no need to spend a lot of manpower to deal with the remains of the greenskins and the spores contained in their blood.

In that case, the price to be paid would probably be worse than setting the entire sacred forest on fire.

The total number of defeated soldiers was estimated to be around 10,000. If these stunned greenskins did not leave the forest and return to the warlords, they would surely turn into thugs and bandits. It would be a headache if they harassed several settlements. So Misha immediately assembled all the mobile forces at hand, such as centaurs, wolves, orcs, and spread them out to form a large net from north to south. Anyway, the goal had been achieved.

It doesn't matter how many or few we kill next, as long as we don't let the defeated soldiers cause damage in the forest. Killing and driving them away are equally important. As long as they are out of the forest, it will be the Estalia people's problem from now on. The tribe has done enough.

Such a rare and great victory greatly boosted the morale of the advance corps that served as reinforcements for the guest army. Although there were considerable casualties of nearly five thousand to two thousand people, the brilliant results were enough to heal the scars!

From the bottom to the top, the soldiers were filled with pain of burying their comrades, but also with joy. From the destruction of the Invincible Fleet, to the defeat in the Battle of the Gedaz River, to the surrender of the country's capital, Margarita, to the greenskins, they also sent troops to participate in the war against their allies.

For a long time, the shadow of defeatism and the crisis of national destruction have been hanging over the hearts of every Estalia who cares about this land. Even those refugees who converted to the Four Mothers, joined the tribe, and believed sincerely and fanatically, all hoped that the kingdom where they were born, Estalia, the Twin Kingdoms in the South, could continue for a long time and overcome this greenskin crisis.

Although the main force of today's victory was undoubtedly the tribal army led by Aiel, in the city defense battles and street fighting, more than 10,000 mortal soldiers have used their flesh and blood and their fighting will to prove that the greenskins are not invincible! We can win!

The advance corps is not an elite force and is even only a second-line force as a whole. Its main purpose of coming to the forest is to deepen the military ties with the tribe and to recruit and train a sufficient militia force with these 5,000 people as the backbone. As long as they can complete the task of attacking the greenskins' rear and fanning the flames to divert attention, it will be enough.

Such a small army, together with its tribal allies, won the first decisive victory of the Order over the Greenskins since the Greenskins landed in Tranquility Bay, blockaded Margarita, and fully invaded the Kingdom of Estalia!

Glory, achievement, and great reputation will appear almost visibly in the near future.

The previous depression was swept away, and I was full of hope for the future...

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I won the battle!

It's still a war of annihilation! A hearty victory, a hearty victory, do you understand?

What? The main force is the tribe?

"**** (Estalia swear word)" Then we didn't participate! huh?

After I go back and report, can't you at least give me an upgrade, from a miscellaneous force to a main force?

Everyone in the army gets a promotion and a pay raise, and everyone can rest comfortably for a while.

The tribe's joy of victory was relatively smaller. First, the tribe had not lost any major battles up to now. At most, it suffered a loss in the Battle of Cheporio, but the rest were wins all the way. Although the enemy this time was stronger and tougher, almost 100% of the beastmen still believed that they could win.

Not to mention the Wrathhorns, for them, it's all fun to chop down the enemy, glory to the Iron Throne, the Eternal Chosen is with me! The Blood Mother is watching over me! Cool! It's hard to get them to think about such trivial matters as promotion and salary increase, or the promotion of a soldier to squad leader, squad leader to platoon leader, platoon leader to company commander.

Anyway, it’s right to listen to God’s choice!

This battle destroyed the vanguard of the greenskins, the main force of the Waaaagh led by the greenskin warlord Marus. Even if they traveled faster, it would take half a month to deploy more troops. During this time, as long as Lilith did not cause trouble this time and gave down the blessing as she had told Ai'er, and the effect of the "mist" was as strong as she said, then Pina Forest, the core foundation of Ai'er's entrepreneurship, could rest assured.

Of course, this great victory must be celebrated with great fanfare, Misha had a rough idea in her mind.

Hold a grand victory parade and triumphal ceremony to boost the morale of the military and civilians and unite the people and manpower - mainly to boost the morale and hearts of the 200,000 or so Estalia refugees who have converted to Islam.

Let them know that the Horde can win the battles that the Kingdom loses!

The kingdom cannot protect their lives and property, but the tribe can!

The goddess Myrmidia does not bless you, so the four mothers appear!

However, these can only be discussed in detail after El wakes up. She has a lot of things on hand that need to be dealt with urgently. Kael'thas is already busy running around, and the big wolf girl can't help at all with these things.

She squatted in front of Misha, looking around from time to time, her tail wagging restlessly. From a distance, even up close, she looked like a big sitting wolfdog.

The wolf girl never had a moment of peace, and there was always impatience on her face, and she would bare her teeth from time to time, but this was her instinct and was not directed at Misha.

Obviously she couldn't sit still and was willing to stay here and stare blankly with her elder sister.

But Misha couldn't let the wolf girl go. As soon as she left, she would definitely rush into El's house to find their common little father, which would disturb El's rest.

But in the camp, apart from Al and the centaurs, no one else could keep an eye on Hera. The blessed bull Alastair was one, but he was a war beast that only listened to the orders of Al and Half Alina, and never cared about these things.

Misha can only use herself to tie down the fourth brother.

While making arrangements for the camp, Misha sighed and touched the horns on her head while watching the wolf girl baring her teeth.

This pair of beautiful horns are not just decorations. She used them to end the lives of several greenskins not long ago.

I'm so tired, I want to sleep too, what should I do...

Misha thought to herself, looking at the wolf girl lost in thought.

The hardworking Ox still has a very fulfilling day today.

Her young father was lying on her bed, snoring. In his dreams, he even recalled the scenes on the horse's back and under the horse's belly, and he clamped his legs together in fear.

Chapter 172: Wolf Girl and the Next Strategy

When Al woke up the next day, his hands and feet felt numb.

There seemed to be an inexplicable weight pressing down on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.