Warhammer

Tonight was another sleepless night. Al was exerting his strength to the fullest. It was strange that when he was sandwiched under the horse's belly and running that day, he was particularly weak. But when facing his wife and the sheep mother, he felt that no matter how hard he tried, he had endless energy.

Is it possible that there is restraint in a relationship even in bed?

This thought suddenly occurred to Al, and his body moved by inertia, as he stepped into the pool holding his wife.

Chapter 188: Triumphal Ceremony and Mother-Son Roleplay

The triumphal ceremony and subsequent celebrations lasted a total of three days.

A military parade was held on the morning of the first day. The people who gathered here lined up on both sides of the road. The roads had just been repaired, but there was still a murderous aura shrouded in smoke from the battlefield. The huge ranks of the Beastmen marched along the largest main road of the tribe that had been specially cleared. The atmosphere of murderous aura permeated the silent march.

El used a trick here. He placed the Estalia's advance corps at the end, allowing this troop, whose composition and position were still unclear, to appear last.

As for the mortal auxiliary troops directly under the tribe, they were arranged by Ai'er to be at the front and appear on the scene first.

The wild and proud Centaur riders dragged the captives looted from the defeated Greenskin army, with banners painted with all kinds of messy shamanic totems and ugly portraits of the Greenskins' barbaric gods. They strung them up with spears and held them down backwards, so that the residents on the left and right could see the most intuitive proof of this hearty victory:

Capture the enemy's battle flag!

They carried flags, showing off their might as if they were holding their own battle flags, and ran from both sides of the army, coming and going like the wind.

The ugly, hideous trolls dragged the green heads wrapped in fishing nets, which were piled up on the ground to form a small hill, leaving stains on the ground. Their appearance pushed the atmosphere to a climax. People shouted, reveled, raised their fists to the sky and cheered! Salute!

Expressing the utmost contempt for the enemy's heads that can no longer support their evil deeds:

"We stand here! We cheer! We win!"

After the mortal auxiliary army, the main, most powerful and most terrifying force under El's command appears.

The huge and slowly advancing beastmen army seemed to have no end. The red and black legions, with killing as the only main theme. So far, the invincible Blood Mother Vanguard had accumulated huge prestige in the hearts of the people. Now, with the destruction of the vanguard, even the greenskins would be terrified by their power.

When this kind of power is on our side, people will feel proud of sharing weal and woe and a fulfilling sense of security.

Waves of cheering and shouting were the only main theme of this belated triumph. The atmosphere reached its peak after the appearance of the fully armed Centaur wearing heavy Chaos armor, holding a hammer in one hand and a halberd in the other, and the Queen riding a griffin, flying low over the sky.

Wherever they passed, the crowd watching the ceremony burst into passionate cheers, one wave after another, and everyone was willing to give the most enthusiastic cheers and highest tributes to these two noble men, who, regardless of distinction, sat together on the throne of power of the tribe, led the mighty army to defeat the enemy, and saved hundreds of thousands of refugees from the butcher's knife.

The triumphal ceremony was held according to El's idea. Obviously, such a grand scene also made Ma Musume quite excited. Many people, everyone, countless people!

The way they looked at her was not fear, rejection, or indifference, but enthusiasm from the bottom of their hearts! They worshiped and praised the Centaur's heroic figure.

Her unrivaled feat of sweeping across numerous hordes on the battlefield had spread through word of mouth among the tribal legions and to every corner of the tribe. Everyone knew how this centaur, whose beauty was as unparalleled as her fighting power, had trampled through the blood and corpses of her enemies, beheaded their generals and seized their flags, and how even the terrifying green-skinned giant generals were reduced to mere corpses in a single blow under the centaur's halberd.

Like the most powerful and glorious warriors in the legend!

And such a powerful warrior, like one from an epic, now walks among us!

The charming aura of the Eternal Chosen was greatly enhanced in such an environment, and there was even an image of someone so excited that he burst into tears and was choked with sobs and unable to speak. Only the most primitive body language could express the intensity and excitement of the emotions.

El rode on the Queen, circling in the sky. Every time he lowered his altitude a little and got closer to the ground, many people in that area would shout and pray excitedly, hoping to touch the boy's holiness, and feel excited that they could get closer to God.

The Wrathhorn Guards... The Minotaur Legion... The Cavalry... The Legions each of the heirs commanded...

The cheers reached their climax when El and his adoptive mother appeared, and the subsequent cheers were still enthusiastic, but there was no moment that surpassed the former until the Advance Corps finally walked into the Avenue of Triumph. The cheers continued for a long time, and the voices of the crowd, whose energy and voices had been greatly depleted, became much lower. Moreover, what the Advance Corps represented in today's tribes, especially in the hearts of those human refugees who had at least chosen to convert to the Four Mothers in name, were inevitably somewhat complicated.

This obvious difference in treatment inevitably lowered the morale of many advance soldiers who were originally excited by the victory and glorious triumph.

Finally, Al turned back and landed in front of the advance corps, as if he was a commander leading his subordinates into the avenue. This brought a brief revival to the atmosphere, and the advance corps soldiers who participated in the parade were once again proud and confident, with their chests puffed out and their heads held high.

Soon after, Al flew away again on the griffin.

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After the triumphal ceremony, it was natural to celebrate. Although Barbatos' original plan of a grand carnival was rejected, many of the ideas that Barbatos, who seemed to have a unique talent for enjoyment, came up with were very interesting, and more interesting than simply celebrating with feasting and drinking. After detailed discussions with Al and his two daughters, they extracted the essence of the ideas and rejected some things that were very expensive and time-consuming to prepare, and then incorporated them into the implementation plan.

Barbatos can come up with many creative ideas, such as hunting competitions, arm wrestling, tug-of-war, competitive ball, fishing... and so on. Al is considering arranging a position for the third child to be in charge of culture and celebrations in the future to give full play to his talents.

The next day was the same, with various activities and a whole day of celebration. All the people who came to participate in the celebration from the tribal headquarters and surrounding areas were provided with food, drink and accommodation, as long as they did not live extravagantly or wastefully.

After all, there are more than 200,000 people, plus the beastmen, the number is at least more than 250,000 or 260,000. It is definitely impossible for all of them to come here. We can only authorize and instruct the various gathering places to find ways to organize some small-scale celebrations on their own.

The most spectacular triumphal ceremony is one in which the mages, through their hard work in casting spells, "broadcast" as many images as possible, allowing more people to see the mighty military power of the tribe and the people's respect for Aiur, thus creating a group effect.

At the silver party that night, all the concubines gathered together and had sex from evening to morning. El was tossed around and was also tossed around the whole night.

During this time, the centaur girl hinted to him that she wanted to "go outside and try some fresh air." Al, who was almost psychologically traumatized, refused again and again. In the end, he stayed in the palace and penetrated the horse from behind, satisfying the centaur girl's request.

On the third day, Al had a sudden idea. He cast a spell to disguise himself and his wife, and changed their appearance. One was a handsome boy, and the other was a gentle wife. They pretended to be a mother and son, dressed in plain clothes, and directly participated in the tribesmen's celebration.......

Finally, naturally, after a day of entertainment and great spiritual satisfaction, Al took his "mother", "Mama Marlena", to a remote alley with few people. After casting a spell to isolate the inside and outside, this "mother and son couple" who had been together for no more than half a day once again, once again...

Chapter 189: The Envoy Enters the Beast Camp

A port city in west-central Estalia.

Marus.

It had been occupied for many days, and under the destruction of the greenskins, even with the constraints of the warlord's orders, it still became half ruins not long after the city was captured.

However, with the help of captured slaves and civilian manpower sent by Margarita, the city was quickly repaired, especially the most important port facilities.

Hundreds of warships and hundreds of thousands of troops are ready to go, waiting for the order from their commander to march north, attack the north, sweep and loot, just like the green-skinned beasts did in the south.

But at this time in the city of Marus, where the big warlord was.

The atmosphere inside the big tent was very depressing.

Even the most aggressive and noisy big guys on weekdays did not dare to cause too much trouble at this time, for fear of angering this army that included pirate allies, human cannon fodder, paid mercenaries, mysterious reinforcements from the Skaven, and even Chaos Beastmen jumping out of the southern forest. After these relatives of the tribe took advantage of the situation in the Waaaagh and caused destruction, many chose to join the Greenskins and continue to sweep and destroy along the way, bringing fire and destruction to humans...

Even if we exclude the more than 50,000 that entered the Pina Forest, intending to wipe out the so-called "tribe" in one fell swoop, and at the same time looking for the vanguard troops to bypass the front line and go north to pierce the ass of the Northern Parliament, there is still a terrifying army of more than 200,000 people, worthy of the title of "Big Boss".

Damn Mao Liang Feilong!

A cunning, powerful, and "weird" greenskin warlord from the perspective of the greenskins!

This WBOOS is the largest Waaaagh in the world since the big Waaaagh started by Gogo and Maogo.

There is no doubt that there was nothing else that could make Gao Maoliang, who was always "stable" and "rational" among the greenskins, so depressed, except for the fact that nearly 60,000 greenskins were annihilated in the vanguard led by Tank Bone Club, one of his most trusted lieutenants, who advanced into the Pina Forest.

Mao Liang Feilong was very unhappy.

So far, except for the loss suffered by the "Beastman Tribe" in the Pina Forest, the journey has been smooth sailing. In particular, Gao Maoliang, who considers the successful subjugation of a country's capital as his greatest achievement, is now considering how to deal with this group of Beastman tribe that appeared out of nowhere and has no reliable information from humans.

......

The hooded man ignored the greenskins, guards and sentries who were hurrying back and forth, as if he was in an empty place, as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the garden. He did not stop until he was outside the surveillance range of the Flying Dragon Guards, revealing himself.

Soon, the warlord's guards discovered this mysterious man who suddenly appeared. They alertly called the troops and surrounded the hooded man whose gender and race could not be determined.

......

It is rare for a wizard to suddenly ask to see a warlord.

At the same time, on the other side, Al said to his descendants:

"That green-skinned warlord is our enemy. From his performance, we can also tell that he is undoubtedly a special green-skinned guy, a 'smart green-skinned'."

"The mist of the goddess Lilith has enveloped Pina. We naturally have an absolute advantage here. Before the greenskins find a way to crack it or accumulate enough power to overwhelm and defeat us, we can temporarily be in the third place in this war, an 'absolutely safe' situation where we will not be actively attacked."

"And in this situation, letting that guy who doesn't look like a greenskin leave us, who are capable of destroying his 50,000-strong army, on his flank and lead hundreds of thousands of troops northward, risking our sudden attack to cut off his retreat at any time, or attacking his flank in a decisive battle, in my opinion, if he is a commander with normal command ability."

Al sounded a little troubled when he said this.

Why would the greenskins come to fight him? They have just exposed their own strength and threat. Now the greenskins dare not go north to beat the Estalia people and completely muddy the waters of Estalia. It will be difficult for him to profit from it and have his meal on both ends.

Thinking of this, Al completely forgot that he was the first to go to Weiling to help, and then it was Cheborio and Marus who first exposed their strength, which made the greenskins pay attention to the enemies in this forest.

But on second thought, the greenskins were so steady, and their fight didn't look like a "WAAAAGH" at all. It should be... No! It was all the fault of the greenskin warlord!

Even if he hadn't caused trouble, the greenskins would have definitely gone north by land and sea, and would certainly not have ignored such a large area of ​​Pina Forest. After all, if they went north by land, along the Viling-Demonteri Road, there would definitely be one fortress after another, and important cities ahead. If they could march through the Pina Forest, they could go directly up the Thomas River, bypassing the two cities of Demonteri and Sahagen, including the "Barrier of Saint Mona" fortress built later, and directly penetrate into the hinterland of the north to arrive at the city of Bilbarri.

By then, the greenskins will invade the forest, and Ai'er's hometown is in the forest. It is impossible for him to let the greenskins go all the way. In the end, he will still encounter the greenskins...

If that warlord is killed, the already started WAAAAGH should not fall apart. Most likely, the generals will fight among themselves and compete for a winner to succeed the warlord. Then the green chariot will be started. In that case, it will probably rush towards everything that can be destroyed without any regard for the consequences, until it razes the enemy to the ground - or is smashed to pieces itself.

Such greenskins are undoubtedly much easier to deal with. After considering it, he feels that it is not impossible... Unfortunately, he does not have a killer unit like Kane Assassins and Raven Guards under his command. What's more, the warlord is surrounded by thousands of troops and has the protection of Gao Mao and the blessing of WAAAAGH ability. It is not so easy to assassinate him, so he gave up.

"In this situation, both we and the greenskin commander are in a situation where it is difficult to retreat or move forward..."

"I heard that you beasts are good at fighting and did a great job. You beat up my tough guy Tank..."

"Besides losing our fighting power, we can't give up the forest. Now we are protected by the mist of Lilith, so we are naturally invincible in the Pina Forest. We hope that the greenskins will go north to attack the remaining northern forces of the Estalia, but they can't sit idly by and watch our extremely threatening force..."

"Why don't you interfere with my attack on the north?"

"Are you willing to give up the western road and never send another beastman to the north before I defeat Bilbarry?"

The warlord stroked the non-existent beard on his chin and fell into deep thought.

Beast Man...

What the hell is this...

Volume 2: Big Waves in the South, Wild Beasts Rush

Chapter 1: Plains War

Volume 2 Big Waves and Storms

"WAAAAGH!!!"

The big orc riding a war boar passed by the charging knight, and the victory was decided in a flash.

The spear pierced through the greenskin's crude armor on his chest. The hard skin and the metaphysical WAAAGH power could not resist such damage. The spear head penetrated the big guy's body, knocked it off the war pig, and was instantly trampled by many hooves.

However, the knight who had achieved victory could not maintain his military luck for long. After he stabbed down several greenskins with his spear, his mount collided violently with a charging war boar, throwing the rider out. He fell dizzy and before he could stand up, an axe chopped into the junction of helmet and armor.

Blood splattered everywhere. The excited greenskin pulled out his battle axe and chopped it as quickly as if it were meat. The rider's body only twitched instinctively before he completely lost consciousness.

And on this small plain, countless such battles are taking place at the same time. Two torrents, one green and one white, collide here, encouraging, fighting, and shouting. The warrior who took the lead in attacking in the last second may be knocked down by the attack he could not dodge in the next second; and the big guy who relies on brute force to dominate the battlefield may suddenly be killed by a stray arrow.

The commanding brains of this northern army chose to locate their headquarters on a hill that was neither too high nor too low. They erected colorful flags that fluttered in the wind and were so eye-catching under the bright sunlight.

Naturally, the greenskins focused their main attack there.

But they soon discovered that this temporary camp, which was dressed up in fancy clothes and afraid of not attracting the enemy's attention, was a trap. When they were about to rush down the slope, the soldiers who had been arranged to hide behind the hills in vertical lines crossed the hillside as quickly as possible, pushed down the wooden thorns prepared in advance, and then filed down the slope to form a battle array.

The so-called command camp is just an empty shell with little actual core except for its appearance.

The greenskins were ambushed.

The Northerners used a fake command center to divert the main attack direction of the greenskins, and used the terrain advantage to hold back the greenskin vanguard that had already broken through the front line and whose momentum was waning.

The gunman pulled the trigger - no matter what it was, long or short, easy or difficult to use, anything that could shoot something out was used, and he fired wildly at the greenskin's head.

A few honest bighorn orcs hired by the Northern Council pushed a cart and delivered a few light artillery pieces to the high ground. From their high vantage point, the black gun barrels were pointing directly above the greenskins.

Open fire!

......

The final blow that completely determined the outcome of the battle was the charge of three hundred knights who suddenly appeared on horseback in the hills northeast of the plain, riding on the wind.

They were unstoppable all the way, crushing the relatively weak left wing of the greenskins due to the main attack on the middle. The knights in dull armor, neighing horses, and silent killing were like machines that knew nothing of fatigue, fear, or hesitation. They had become one with their mounts, controlling their horses as easily as with their own arms, destroying the greenskins' lines and morale at high speed and efficiency, and soon reached the flank of the greenskins' middle army.

The commander of the Northern Army took off his red felt hat with a rolled brim, held it in his hand, and looked down at the battle:

Standing in a commanding position, the intensively trained spearmen have proven that they are fully capable of withstanding the frontal charge of the greenskins, and have an absolute advantage in the exchange ratio; and the tactics of using long and short muskets and crossbows to kill the enemy at medium and short ranges behind the spear formation are also very effective. For a race like the greenskins who mainly engage in close combat, it is better to fight close up than to shoot from a distance and then have the arrows or projectiles deflected to an unknown place by the weird "WAAAAGH" energy, wasting physical strength and ammunition in vain.

Galen Kirchis was observing the battle situation. He had already made a decision in his mind, both about the current war and about the future.

He pushed his felt hat down and said in a deep voice:

"Tell the boys to shoot all the ammunition at the greenskins' heads as quickly as possible! I want to see the bullets blow off the skulls of these beasts!"

"Then, prepare to attack!"

The staff officers were loyal and qualified to execute the orders of the general. He was also a member of a serious Bilbarri noble (rich merchant) family, a genuine upper-class person who was born in the center of Rome (more like the center of Magic City). If all the family wealth was invested in the fleet, it was even claimed that they could create another invincible fleet:

Galen Kirsch.

He looks like a middle-aged man. He is not handsome, but not ugly either. He can only be said to be of average appearance.

His eyebrows always seem to be pointed upwards and frowned, giving people the impression that he is difficult to get along with, very serious, and methodical.

What is worth mentioning is his eyes, which are not big, but bright and always sparkling, making his face look so serious and sharp. His subordinates are very determined to obey the command of this leader.

First, Galen Kirchis is one of the few "famous generals" of the Estalia who has a record of direct victories against the greenskins.

That’s right, now those who can defeat the greenskins, even in small- to medium-sized team battles—at best, it should be just a conflict in the wild area—can enjoy this title that once belonged exclusively to those lucky ones favored by the goddess Myrmidia.