Warhammer

The eldest daughter and son share the work, while the third and fourth daughters supplement the father's love.

That's normal.

After watching everyone leave, Al suddenly remembered that there was a force in the tribe that he had forgotten.

The Order of Sigmar Sisters led by Sister Helen Johnson, and nearly a thousand civilian believers who followed them.

In order to train and protect this group, which was destined to embark on an extremely difficult but promising road, from suffering heavy losses, Al had not allowed the Sisters of the Order to participate in the previous fierce battles. The Sisters had requested to join the battle several times, but Al had rejected their requests and refused to let them go to the front line.

In his view, the Grand Sister is the key to future influence, reaching out to Battor and the Empire.

Of course, what is more important is that even if you count Sister Helen herself and her combat sisters in the order, there are less than 500 young and strong men under their command who can carry guns. They devote a lot of time to reclamation and labor, and are a militia force that has not received much professional training.

El did not want this weak but promising force to be involved in the war too early. Even if it required tempering with blood and fire, it was not the time now. They were the ones who could ignite the fire of the empire in the future and would be responsible for awakening the true masters of the sleeping material world.

In case the combination of Imperial steel + Sigmar faith + gunpowder is no longer effective and cannot withstand Archaon's world-destroying army, then standing in front of him are the 100 million armed citizens of the Empire, each of whom is a rebel fighter.

So he was already rushing towards the "heresy" path, creating some "orthodox, only, true Sigmar faith" that would make the Archbishop and the High Priest of Altdorf look at it and reveal expressions like "I'm so pissed off by this dog heretic.jpg" and "God Emperor!"

Al went to listen in a few times, because he felt that the scene where the nuns started their prayer by saying, "Sigmar's true faith is with me" and ended by saying, "Blood Mother is in front! The Mother of the Brave calls us to action!" was a bit too much... He even heard the civilian followers arguing about the relationship between Sigmar, Blood Mother, and Myrmidia, and finally came to the conclusion:

"Sigmar is the eldest son of the Blood Mother and he founded the empire. Myrmidia is the second sister and she founded the Southern Kingdom. As a result, Sigmar's empire became corrupt and decadent, and it was completely different from Sigmar's ideas. The southern world of Myrmidia was divided and loose, with constant internal strife, and was easily invaded by the greenskins who occupied most of the kingdom. In the end, the Blood Mother couldn't stand it anymore, so she sent her youngest son into the mortal world to correct the mistakes made by her eldest brother and second sister, and their descendants and successors..."

This conclusion actually made many civilian believers nod in agreement and express their approval.

It was so heretical that even Al, a pagan, couldn't stand it...

I'm very curious about what will happen if the Sigma Church headquarters in Aldorf finds out that such a heretic suddenly emerged in the southern world, giving Sigma a mother, a sister, and a brother...except for the lack of a father, the family is considered happy.

Will he launch a jihad in a rage and come to the Southern Kingdom to seek revenge...

In the end, Al didn't go there very often. Anyway, the general direction was pointed out, and he believed in the wisdom of the elder sister and her followers. Al just had to keep the general direction and not reverse or overturn the car.

It seems a little strange at the moment, but it is still within the acceptable range, so just let it develop on its own. Anyway, the believers brought over by the missionary work of the Arch Sister are also registered with the Blood Mother, but I don't know whether Sigma recognizes dual believers.

But he should be recognized, after all, Sigmar himself is also a believer of the White Wolf God Yurik.

Chapter 11: The Great Sister Calls for Justice

Al suddenly remembered the group of the elder nuns that he had forgotten because of his busy schedule of war, official duties, bank parties, fishing and so on. It was not for anything else but because of the matter at hand.

Set up an intelligence agency, send out spies... send out scouts and spies to infiltrate various places to carry out missions.

Reliability is the primary concern, and competence is secondary.

Before, Ai'er only mentioned that he wanted to ambush pawns in the south occupied by the greenskins. In fact, what he really wanted in his heart was to infiltrate the north as well. But after all, the tribe and the kingdom are still in an alliance. What's more, the members of the Brotherhood are all Estalia, and some of them are from the middle and upper class. It's too early, at least before the scales in their hearts completely tip to Ai'er's side, to make them face the future split between the tribe and the kingdom and the choice of fighting again on this land that once belonged to the Estalia. It's a bit too much of a test of faith and trust.

So Al decided to split the matter up and wait until the southern attack began before carrying out the plan to infiltrate the north.

As for the believers and followers under the Grand Sister, regardless of their abilities, according to Al's observation, the overall atmosphere in the several gathering places controlled by the nuns is very good. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as bustling. Regardless of gender, age or status, everyone is very passionate and rolls up their sleeves to join in the work.

Be it reclamation or gathering and hunting, everyone is busy doing their own job and working together. Even the combat nuns who used to only have two forms, chanting and praying, and wearing armor and hammering, have taken off their armor, put their hammers and swords into the warehouse, changed into civilian clothes, and worked with the believers.

This is not just a temporary show, but a continuous and long-term one, as if it has become their responsibility.

Working with the suffering and oppressed, and gaining enlightenment under suffering and oppression, is considered by the elder sister to be a good way of practice. If they don't even know what suffering the people in need of help are suffering and where they come from, how can they save them? In the end, it will be just like what the elder sister saw in her dream and what the itinerant nuns did along the way - when they cleared a certain scourge from a place, after a while, more evil would surge up and occupy the land.

Eliminating or punishing a tyrannical little lord or nobleman may only make them restrain themselves a little. After the nuns leave, they will continue to act recklessly. If things go well, the land will be owned by a new owner. However, they can still only pray that Sigmar will show mercy to the nobles. Nothing has changed fundamentally.

After a flesh-and-blood factory was demolished, the freed slaves and workers would eventually either return to the countryside to continue their poor life as farmers, or be forced to move on to the next factory, where they could only pray that the treatment in that factory would be a little better.

It is difficult to make fundamental changes, and there is no fundamental change. This is the biggest problem that the elder sister has been thinking about and suffering from.

But now, she has found that path and touched that door. The peasant republic of Bretonnia once touched her edge, but retreated due to short-sightedness and reality. The elder sister believes that she can go further and higher...

Under the leadership of the nuns, the gathering places were filled with an atmosphere of unity and enthusiasm. People were full of energy and did not rush to do the dirty work that was disdained in other camps. At least people spontaneously divided the work and solved the problems. Theft and quarrels basically did not occur. At most, they would seek the intervention of the nuns, and the trouble would be quickly resolved.

It is the part that El has the least worries about. He basically does not have to worry about chores. It is also the settlement that has achieved self-sufficiency the fastest. However, some key supplies such as tools and weapons still have to be provided by the tribe.

El was impressed by the positive atmosphere under the management of the nuns, and planned to designate more gathering points for them and allocate some people there, but was rejected by the chief nun. Although the development was good, the chief nun, who was trying to take on the responsibility of a secular leader for the first time, knew very well how much effort it took for her to persuade the fighting sisters and manage the population of nearly a thousand.

Many things were not something that nuns needed to consider in the past, such as clothing, food, shelter, transportation, eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, aging, illness, death, pain, missionary work, and prayer for thousands of people...

Helen felt that she would rather hunt a dragon, a horror, or a necromancer with a legion of thousands of undead. After all, the latter three combined could be dealt with with just a hammer. However, the lives of so many people forced her to devote herself to it inside and out. She opened her eyes and closed them. She felt fulfilled but also exhausted. Like her, the sisters who were experiencing this kind of management for the first time and who were leading the affairs of the civilian believers were even less experienced and capable than her. The nuns wielding hammers were in a panic for a while at the beginning before they managed to settle the believers. This was because they had absolute strength to deter all the ill intentions and external threats in the early days.

Later, it was entirely relying on enthusiasm and faith to drive this vehicle, which used a brand new system but still had old and dilapidated hardware, forward steadily. It was okay when there were few people. The ratio of nuns to believers was nearly 1:8, so it was not difficult to manage it under such circumstances.

But if there are more people in the future, it will definitely not be as easy as it is now.

Not only did Al not intend to help her share the burden, he also planned to drive people to the Grand Nun. This made the Grand Nun dissatisfied, and she even considered asking Al for some management talents. If the boy refused, she would consider taking people over and kidnapping a few internal affairs talents.

However, before the Sister of the Order could put her idea into action, Al had already turned his attention to them.

......

"Snap!" The axe split the wood, and the nun chopped the axe hard, causing it to get stuck on the wooden stake, and stood up from her seat.

"Need reliable help?"

She looked at the werewolf offspring leading the team. The eight-pointed and six-pointed symbol on his chest indicated his identity: an offspring endowed with the blood of the Eternal Chosen of El.

"We are always short of manpower here! If he really needs it, let me go. Just me, no one else!"

The elder sister pushed away the white hair covering her eyes, complained a few times, then walked into the hut, changed into her coat, picked up the scriptures, put her war hammer on her waist, called a few nuns, and went to the mount's lair together.

The griffin, a savage, sophisticated and deadly creature, has become a spiritual and totemic symbol in the empire. Although it has become more common than before the Great War due to changes in the environment, and there have even been private, illegal griffin fighting competitions held in the Colosseum, which have attracted a large number of dignitaries to participate and place bets, having a griffin as a partner is still an honor and something worth showing off in the hearts of the people of the empire.

The elder sisters mounted their griffins and flew towards the tribe.

With the presence of the Queen, even though the noble and powerful griffin simply disdains to show favor to her own kind and mate with her who are still wild beasts, the existence of such a rare king of the tribe, perhaps only one in the world like El, can still greatly subdue these beasts.

Generally, when the trace of a griffin is discovered, the female griffin is sent out to beat up any large griffins that refuse to obey, or even to bribe the beasts through negotiations, and thus a whole nest can be tamed. If possible, Al even plans to equip all mid- and upper-level commanders with one in the future.

As for Al, he had no idea that the person who came to call him to justice was coming soon. He was also reviewing the latest editions of "Diary", "Legend of the Chosen Gods: Epic Battle: Guarding the Sacred Forest" and the teaching materials for training beastman cubs presented to him by the wisercorns.

Al was amazed by what he saw. He tossed back and forth on the throne and exclaimed that the boy had a rich imagination.

I didn't feel at all that I was reading my own "biography".

Chapter 12: The Elf and Rhine

Rhine put his sword back into the sheath, took off his sword and hung it on the hanger, without taking off his clothes, he lay down on the bed, put his feet on the rack at the foot of the bed, rested his head with his hands, and closed his eyes.

Soon, he felt a breeze blowing into the room and opened his eyes.

Sure enough, the window was opened at some point, and a phantom from the forest was sitting on the windowsill with one leg hanging in the house, playing with a small knife in his hand.

The visit of the wood elves was beyond Rhine's expectations.

He propped himself up and leaned against the head of the bed, without getting up, but half-closed his eyes, looking towards the window as if he was not really looking.

The wood elf stopped moving her hands. She turned her head to look at Rhine and said jokingly, "It seems that I disturbed you."

"You must have been very tired last night."

Rhine didn't say anything. He sat up from the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Of course, if you want, you can also come with me to try the 'taste' of greenskins. Dirty, smelly, and savagely powerful... Tsk, I used to think that beasts were the most depraved and filthy things in the world, but I was obviously wrong."

The man sighed and fell back onto the bed, resting his hands behind his head and looking at the ceiling.

In order to harass the northerners, and given the width of the city walls, the greenskins still have a large number of idle troops, and the wise warlords will obviously not just station heavy troops under the fortified city and wait for it to be broken.

It split up and formed a large number of small warbands, splitting ten thousand greenskins into one or several hundred such warbands. They had low demand for supplies and were extremely mobile after being equipped with wargs and war boars. It was like putting a nest of rats and bedbugs in someone else's home, driving these orcs with considerable destructive power to bypass the fortress and kill towards the rear of the Estalia like a wild horse.

Attacking baggage trains, attacking villages, burning down settlements...

This made the people of Bilbarri very anxious. The greenskins were highly mobile and their small units were also quite capable of fighting. The farthest-reaching greenskins had even crossed the Thomas River and jumped from the northwest to the north-central area, and were able to harass the area around Bilbarri.

It was after seeing this situation that Rhine took the initiative to propose to the Northern Parliament that the Imperial Expeditionary Force under his command should participate in clearing out the greenskin bandits.

Although the expeditionary force was not particularly elite, it was well-equipped. Although it was small in size, including those who later arrived at Bilbao and joined the vanguard led by Rhine, there were only about 3,000 people, but it had muskets, artillery, war machines, mage corps, combat priests, staff, cavalry regiments... everything you need.

It is an elite force.

The Northern Parliament originally asked Rhine and others to help defend Monterey, but the latter decisively refused.

It was basically a dead end, facing the first wave of attacks from the greenskins with the most momentum. Rhine was very perceptive and realized that the northerners had no intention of defending the first line of defense, and naturally would not take the legion given to him by the emperor to die for the Estalia. The Northern Parliament immediately compromised and asked the Imperial Expeditionary Force to assist in defending the Fortress of Santa Mona. Rhine agreed, but when the first 500 people had just moved in, the city was broken into by Demontre.

The Mona Fortress was almost taken in one fell swoop, so the staff and soldiers were talking about it, thinking that the Estalia themselves did not intend to defend the fortress to the death. They would just die without a burial place and become food for the greenskins. If they were to defend, they would only defend Sahagen or the capital of Estalia in the north, Port Bilbali.

Therefore, after a series of representations and negotiations, the expeditionary force was finally arranged to be stationed in Bilbali. Such a fully armed elite corps could play a significant role if the Estalia intended to engage in a head-on battle, but now everything is based on defense. After repeated consideration, the Northern Parliament decided to keep them to increase the chances of winning the battle to defend the main city which seemed to be inevitable.

Now facing the scattered greenskin gangs, the Northern Parliament needs sufficiently mobile elite forces to clear out these rampant beasts. In addition, the defense of the Santa Mona Fortress seems to be able to hold out for a while. Behind it are the Sahagen, several Acropolis and the Thomas River. The greenskins cannot lay siege to the city for a while. Therefore, they agreed to Rhine's application and strengthened the Ranger Corps, intending to initially clear out the infiltrated greenskins within a month.

More than half a month had passed since the troops were dispatched, and Rhine had spent two-thirds of his time, day and night, on horseback. Sometimes, in order to hurry, he even tied himself to his mount and fell asleep.

The battle record is also remarkable. During this period of time, the elite expeditionary force of Commander Rhine alone has eliminated more than forty greenskin war gangs, and killed and burned more than three thousand greenskins, not counting those who fled and lost their will to fight.

On both sides of the Thomas River, the greenskins that could threaten the rear were all wiped out by the expeditionary force. Only a few remnants began to gather together and retreat to the south, to the edge of the northern Pina Forest, as if trying to lie dormant.

Rhine does not intend to give them this opportunity. He now leads his troops to station in Naperth, a small town southwest of the Thomas River. At the same time, he contacts other Estalia troops who are participating in the clearing out of the greenskins, intending to concentrate superior forces to the south and wipe out this group of greenskins in one fell swoop.

During this period of recuperation, he could finally have a good rest. Rhine has always been a very self-disciplined person. He is not a Puritan or a celibate. However, no matter how much pressure he is under when he is in the army, he will not find women to vent like most men. For him, being able to have a good rest is more important than anything else.

"clatter"

The wood elf rolled over and stepped onto the floor of Rhine's room. Apart from a slight noise at the first step, there was no sound afterwards. Rhine closed his eyes and had no desire to talk until something gently touched his calf.

He opened his eyes, his tired gaze meeting the emerald green eyes of the wood elf.

The latter had come to his side without him noticing, sitting on his desk, the hem of her cloak pressed under her plump and tight buttocks, her long thighs folded together, swaying lightly in the air, and the thing that just touched Rhine was the tip of the female elf's toes...

Straw sandals on.

Rhine looked at him with some doubt. The sudden behavior of the wood elf made the atmosphere between the two of them seem intimate, even ambiguous. Not every woman could take the initiative to approach a man while he was lying down, and then sit on his desk.

"I'm leaving."

The Wood-Elf said:

“Maybe it will come back, maybe it won’t.”

The tone is somewhat melancholy.

Rhine frowned, sat up from the bed, and moved slightly to face the female elf sitting on his desk.

"Where are you going?"

She took off her hood, leaned her hands on the table, and looked out the window with a dazed look.

"Pina Forest."

Chapter 13: Forests, Orcs, and Elves

Rhine stood up, walked to the window and looked out. After a while, he asked in a deep voice, "Why?"

"I sensed a strange, familiar power there...I must go there."

The wood elf spread his hands, looking helpless.

"It seems that our contract may end early." As if to avoid Rhine's words of persuasion, she emphasized: "I must go there to take a look."

Rhine said nothing. He walked to the other side of the desk, supported his hands on the table, and stared at the map on the table.

"Almost two years ago, the Church of Myrmidia organized a demon hunting operation targeting a Chaos tribe in the Pina Forest, but the team later disappeared. Only a very small number of people who retreated early due to injuries survived, but they couldn't explain what happened. They only brought back news about the 'Red Beastmen'."

"After a while, the greenskins invaded, and after the Estalia people retreated, a powerful beastman 'tribe' suddenly appeared in the Pina Forest, and declared that they wanted to form an alliance with humans to fight against the greenskins together."

"I also got a lot of information about them involving the 'Red Beastmen'."

"It is said that their leader is a beast king who looks small, about the same size as a human child. The tribesmen revere him as the 'Son of God'."

"Its mother was a very strong centaur."

"The tribal beastmen believe in four mother goddesses, each of which symbolizes a kind of power. It is said that these four mother goddesses have existed for countless years..."

"Someone saw a woman who looked very much like the leader of the missing demon hunting team, the next Silver Hand of the Church of the Goddess of War, Claudia Lucullus, moving around in the tribe..."

After saying this, Rhine felt his palms sweating and his heart was cold.

He raised his head, looked at the wood elf who was silent and just staring at him, and said in a deep voice:

"Based on these connections, I have every reason to suspect and believe that this 'tribe' of beastmen that suddenly appeared after the greenskin invasion and declared that they would form an alliance with the Kingdom of Estalia to fight against the greenskins is the Chaos Beastmen tribe that we led troops to wipe out before, and finally let the centaur and a child lead the ambush to rescue the remnants!"

He slammed his fist on the table, his eyes fixed on the place called "Pina Forest".

"Maybe it's just your imagination. I remember that your subordinates wiped out most of the beastmen, and less than a thousand escaped. Even if they were given ten years to recuperate and develop, it's not certain whether they can restore their previous population. How can they raise an army of tens of thousands to fight the greenskins?"

The wood elf shrugged, unconvinced.

In fact, she already believed in what Rhine said to some extent, but she just wanted to use this method to elicit Rhine's subsequent words and guesses.