Warhammer

Here, the tribe.

Completely different from the imagined magic cave that she and Rhine had deduced, in Leah's imagination, the best case scenario for the tribe was that it was controlled by her fellow dark elf generals and governors, and the colonial city was not much different from the consensus of pursuing power.

The top class are their own people, the middle class are merchants, ship owners, nobles, and slave owners who are subordinate to the upper class, and the bottom class are civilians - consumables. There are clear levels of distinction, and in some places where the Federation is weak, this level difference is even to the point where the upper class has absolute power over life and death over the lower class, which even makes people think of the dark empire of the Witch King.

And for a tribe of chaos beasts, especially now that they have a chaos scion leading them, the best situation would be that of hundreds of thousands of refugees becoming slaves.

Leading beasts to eat people, barbarism enslaves civilization, evil destroys order, devil's cave, beast's nest, whore's den...

Leia even thought about what would happen if she was targeted by the Chaos Beastmen, such as their leader, the "Heir of Chaos".

But everything she saw and heard was so different from what Leia had imagined that sometimes when she walked on the noisy but not chaotic streets, she felt that the scenes of beastmen, Estalia mixed together, minotaurs and goblins that looked like goblins were very unreal, as if she had fallen into a large illusion and everything she saw and heard was a false deception.

Chapter 27: Farming Genes

But Leia clearly understood that if all this was an illusion directed at her alone, then she was overestimating herself and it was too real.

The bustling streets, simple but usable tribal buildings, and rough and primitive appearance are a blend of the styles of the Southern Kingdom and the Beastmen. As time goes by, resources like cloth that are difficult to obtain after being cut off from the outside world cannot be replenished, and people gradually become accustomed to using animal skins and woven fabrics as clothing. The dress of humans and Beastmen begins to tend to be unified. Except for the differences in physical appearance, it is no longer easy to distinguish which are the Estalia people and which are the tribal Beastmen just by their clothing.

At the call of El, the two tribes launched a long-term and continuous exchange activities. The Beastmen learned useful and advanced production knowledge from humans, while the Beastmen taught humans the ways and skills of living in nature.

They hunted together, gathered together, shared together, and prayed together.

Less than a year had passed, and less than half a year had passed since the refugees were forced by the Northern Council's order, which was considered "brutal and extremely stupid" by later generations, to convert to the tribe and seek the protection of Aiur.

The results are amazing. What is now presented before Leah is a beautiful picture of joy, harmony among all ethnic groups, and harmonious coexistence of all things in nature.

It was just slightly different from her memory of life in Athel Loren.

After reaching an alliance with the spirits, the wood elves will not develop the forest unless necessary. Even when collecting firewood to prepare for the winter, they will only pick up the withered and fallen branches. They will also make full use of the prey they hunt to ensure that every part of their body can be used effectively.

El is a Seres at heart, and his instinct for farming and development is almost deeply rooted in his DNA. In his hometown, the Earth that has entered the era of human union, almost all medium and large-scale construction projects were planned and approved by the Seres, including the Siberian metropolitan area that El originally wanted to go to. They are keen on developing the planet under their feet and releasing the potential of the Earth.

The tribal system is just a temporary transition for now.

Al is also a Paradox player. No system is sacred and cannot be changed as long as he can get a buff - whether it is for regression or progress is another matter.

Al has a self-evaluation of the current tribal system:

Tribal theocratic military dictatorship.

When the conditions are right in the future, the tribe in the front can be replaced by a grand duchy, kingdom, federation, empire, etc. The boy was determined to fight his way out of the forest, establish a country, and take control of the city known as the "Pearl of the South", Margarita.

Nature does not have much attachment to or love for the forest.

In addition, the belief in the Four Mothers currently accounts for the majority of the tribe, and the belief in the Shepherd God of All Things with environmental attributes has long been marginalized and is only spread in a small range. Except for the special group of Beastman Shamans, there is basically no strength to speak of, and even the Shamans have put the Kind Mother before the Shepherd God.

Besides, wood elves are extreme environmentalists. If you cut down the forest, I will cut you down. This is largely due to the influence of the forest spirit. But now there are only very weak signs of the spirit revival in the Pina Forest - not even a sign.

Of course, there won't be a tree man that suddenly rises from the ground, beats up the guy who cuts down trees indiscriminately, and then impales his body on thorns to drain his blood.

There will be no ghosts in the forest that confuse loggers and hunters and make them disappear silently from the world, leaving only their corpses rotting under the roots.

Al would not allow any power beyond his control to appear in the Pina Forest, which he regarded as a forbidden territory, even if this power represented the true nature.

Resources are meant to be exploited; land is meant to be developed.

Guided by such ideas, the tribe's development of the Pina Forest was naturally aimed at making the best use of it. At the beginning, the more than ten thousand beastmen were like a fish in a pond to the entire vast Pina Forest and could not stir up much waves. However, with the influx of refugees, the development in the main area of ​​the tribe's activities, radiating outward from the headquarters, has begun to show results.

If it were not for the tribe's inherent disadvantages, its overall poverty, and the fact that there were powerful enemies eyeing it covetously, and that it was necessary to give priority to military development, facing the urgent situation, according to El's habit, he would first develop the farming economy before planning to start expanding.

This was different from the forest life in Leia's memory. She had some complaints about it, believing that such unrestrained development by beastmen and humans would inevitably endanger the forest in the long run and would also anger the incarnations of nature.

But after all, they were on someone else's territory, so Leia couldn't say anything.

She could only admire this strange forest for the first time as a tourist with curiosity and regret, and silently hope that Goddess Lilith would show her great power this time so that the conditions between the elves and the tribe would be fulfilled and her fellow Asrai could own a part of this fantasy forest.

If we only look at the environment, Avalon is still far better than Pina, but Osuun has experienced two heavy blows, the disintegration of the Maelstrom and its sinking, and it is difficult to restore its ancient glory and paradise.

Today's splendor is mainly supported by the huge national strength of the Elf Federation. Some of the stone blocks that were once used to guide the Wind of Magic to the Great Vortex and weaken the concentration of mortal energy in order to weaken the Chaos Demon are still playing a role, but the place where the Wind of Magic is guided is no longer the Great Vortex, but one white tower and eternal fortress after another. Through these large-scale magical engineering machinery with multiple functions of defense, spellcasting, and radiation, the power of the Wind of Magic is spread to the land of Osuen, ensuring that the elves' homeland will always be full of energy and magic power, the land will be fertile, and the products will be abundant. It is the eternal home paradise of the elves.

It is also because of this that Osuan has sufficient resources to maintain extremely high welfare standards, allowing citizens to live an average life like human aristocrats.

However, this indirect robbery of the entire world made all the forces in the Old World from Marienburg to Sylvania, from north to south, very unhappy. In the past 150 years, there have been no less than a hundred conflicts of varying sizes between the Guidestone Elves and the outside world, and even two major wars.

Yet even so, it is difficult to recreate the great forest of Athel Loren, the miraculous soil planted by the Old Ones for their experiments, and the Asrai are forever eager to restore their former home.

Today's Pina, although slightly inferior to Athel Loren, has more shortcomings, such as... some indigenous people who are not very popular with the elves have occupied this place first, and it is not easy to solve this problem in a simple way.

But overall, the merits outweigh the flaws, and it is enough to make every Asrai who has the green mark forever in his dreams be shocked and cry when he walks in here, and kiss the trunk of the tree.

.......

Leia came back to her senses from her trance, and she thought of Osuen again, and her compatriots there.

If possible, she would like to inform her people immediately of this news, but unfortunately she can't do it now. She is smart and knows the risks of acting rashly. She will never take risks before the time is right. But... she should also make some preparations.

Please take a leave. I have an interview tomorrow. By the way, the new group is ready.

As the title says, I am preparing for an interview tomorrow and will also start my class again.

Roll call group 560599335

Many people haven’t entered yet, so I’ll post it here…… ...

Finally, did anyone V me 5.20 on Valentine's Day? QAQ

Chapter 28: Just having a mother is enough (I'm so busy)

In the back hall illuminated by ambiguous lights.

The process of physical entanglement, accompanied by the exchange of body fluids, never stopped for even a moment in this space.

The plump beauty is like a beautiful mare, being pinned down by a skinny rider, using her small size to bully a bigger one.

The boy held the reins woven with long hair in his hands, and the wife had to lean her upper body back to meet Al's more violent impact.

Heavy breathing, lewd sounds, the air in the palace was turbid, filled with a lust so strong that it made one's body weaken.

The wife's body was coated with a layer of strange luster under the ambiguous light and was braided into a single ponytail - this was a very dangerous hairstyle for the wife. Now, as expected, she was grabbed by someone and hit. The huge breasts on her chest kept shaking with the back and forth movement of her body, making her friend Yediya, who was lying under her, let the bright red breasts escape from her hands several times.

Slowly, Al's movements became faster and faster. He could no longer remain calm and composed. He gritted his teeth, lowered his head, pulled the long reins with one hand, held the snow-white side hip saddle with the other, and began to concentrate on the impact.

The boy's spear thrust into the wife's flower room, trying to make the wife feel as much of Al's length as possible, until the last moment, love and desire surged out like a tide, pouring heat into the wife's room.

The woman's moan also reached its peak at this moment.

She raised her slender neck, reached back and grabbed Al's hands, arched her body backward to a high angle, and trembled as she reached orgasm.

After the moan, a thin layer of mist floated in the eyes that were completely filled with lust. Yediya straightened up at the right time, knelt in front of his wife, and took the initiative to kiss his companion's lips.

The lady leaned forward and fell limply on Yediya's body. Al took a breath and slowly pulled his body out of her, just like removing the cork from a wine bottle. After a gentle pop, a huge amount of white liquid spread down the mountain like lava erupting.

The adorable sheep maids naturally came forward to fill the empty spots while ensuring that none of El's genetic material would be wasted.

The boy walked to the lady, shaking the gun, and leaned down. His lips joined the battlefield where the two ladies' red lips intersected. The greedy plunderer demanded the nectar wantonly. Al put one hand on the back of the lady's neck and the other hand below, holding up the plump breasts and fondling them.

After enjoying this pleasure for a while, they separated their lips and stood forward.

The two ladies naturally lowered their heads and began to serve the boy, removing the remnants from the spear.

"Da da"

While enjoying the ladies' oral service, the sound of horse hooves was heard behind Al.

A muscular body pressed against Al. He did not move, but turned his head, held his foster mother, the Centaur's waist with his left hand, and kissed her equally naked body with his lips.

The centaur girl, who had already rested for a while, completed her recovery work. She knelt on the ground with her four hooves bent, and hugged her adopted son to her chest. Her rough method made the objects of the wives' service leave their lips and tongues. The two women had to move towards the centaur girl and continue her service.

The centaur girl put one hand on the boy's chest, and the other hand naturally reached down to grab the little knight's hot spear and fiddled with it, leaving the two ladies helpless and they could only give up their position and rest aside.

And Al tilted his head back, leaned on the horse girl's shoulder, squinted his eyes, and continued to enjoy it.

"You have no interest in that elf?"

The foster mother suddenly whispered a question in her ear, alerting Al's sense of danger.

In a trance, El thought he was scheming with the legendary death question from his significant other, but then he thought that the Centaur girl had no objection, and could even be said to support El's expansion of his harem.

Strictly speaking, that is not support, but a kind of doting.

In the eyes of the Centaurs, if Al falls in love with a woman, it is like his adopted son falling in love with a new toy. She is willing to help him take it or snatch it home for his entertainment.

But the Centaurs would feel unhappy because this toy would take away Al's energy and favor.

All in all it is still a minor problem, and has instead become a sort of little interest between the adoptive mother and adopted son... between the couple.

Jealous and arrogant crazy big horse sister or something...

But at this time, Al still opened his mouth and shook his head and said, "If you say I'm interested, I am a little bit, but it's not worth it."

The centaur girl asked him if he was interested, which might mean that she was planning to take the initiative to help her adopted son "find" a new "toy". This was not without precedent. One time, Al took the centaur girl out shopping after using magic to disguise herself. On the way, the centaur girl remembered him just because he glanced at a few pretty young ladies in the crowd.

On the night they returned, the eldest daughter Misha brought representatives of the Estalia nobles and two women who were persuaded to enter the palace to be El's "maids".

What it meant to enter the palace and become El's maid was no longer a secret among the Estalia people.

In the entire palace, in addition to the beast maids who are dedicated to professional services, such as cleaning, bathing, changing clothes and other serious service work, all of them are good at doing manual labor, such as the Minotaur Aunt, there are currently the following people who have the identity of "El Maid":

The maid group, eight little sheep maids, have all been eaten by El; the first wife Malena and the second wife Yedia have completely adapted and turned into El's shape; the former Myrmidian paladin, who is also very unruly among the maids, is now a fallen saint, Claudia, and her companions who have been ravaged and abused by her in various ways, and the former famous mercenary, the red-haired female swordsman An, who is still tied up by metal devices to play restraint play...

Look at all of these, is there one that hasn’t been filled up by Al?

Although outsiders don't know, but based on the obvious situation that El showed: "I have a disease, I am lustful", the maid who entered the palace without any preparation can't be just an ordinary working maid, right?

Besides, are there any maids in this world who have ordinary jobs?

There are still some, but if she is beautiful and her master is a warlord who holds the power of life and death, then it is hard to say.

But Al still has some moral integrity.

He collects one as soon as he sees one. His surname is Ai, not Long. His given name is Aotian, and his courtesy name is Yang An.

Besides, I am too busy...

He was so embarrassed that he had to comfort the child and send him away. However, he felt ashamed of himself for letting his eldest daughter "deliver the goods to the door" and pimping for her father. Although Misha didn't care about it at all, as a young father, Al was still quite thin-skinned.

In general, Al's moral integrity is still online. Sometimes he may not be able to control his desires, such as the wife who came to his door, the second wife who came to his door, the eight lamb hooves who came to his door, and the defeated paladin who came to his door...

However, Al still maintains the traditional viewpoint:

You must be responsible for what you have done, you pervert!

This mentality.

As he shoulders the heavy responsibility of supporting the country, and in the face of the major national interests, Al would not be so horny as to try out the plot in some adult works, where he f**ks up the female elf and makes her obey his orders.

Hiss, on second thought, if the four gods of Slaanesh (crossed out) really want to do it, it seems that they are not incapable of doing it? ! !

......

Chapter 35: Ai'er: Building a New Army (70/)

Al has always felt that in the entire Medieval Total War game, the most exaggerated, magical, and influential thing when put into reality is undoubtedly the "recruitment system" that can be generated out of the void.

As long as there is money and corresponding buildings, even if the entire tribe, including the lost survivors, is estimated to be no more than 100,000 dwarves, as long as there is money in the treasury, you can constantly pull out teams of fully armed elites from the void, from the Supreme King's guards to the Iron Dragon Gunners, from the Rune Lords to the War Ordnance...

It is even more exaggerated than the continuous birth of Martians in the chaotic wasteland, one batch after another, and the immediate generation of a large number of Yankee warriors after the blessing of God.

After all, if the Northerners want to advance, they have to fight and compete constantly, and please the gods to gain their grace.

The process was filled with blood and flying limbs. Every warrior who could be called an "elite warrior", "champion" or "God's chosen" had undoubtedly walked a path where skulls and glory went hand in hand.

Although such a tough guy may be killed by a spear sliding tackle... it is after all a super rare exception.

But when Al began to try to train a "real" army, he found that there were too many difficult things to deal with.

Prior to this, the tribe's military strength was entirely based on the powerful combat capabilities of the beastmen - the angry-horned beasts, and their unconditional obedience to the commander centered on Aiel.

This has already satisfied the two most important aspects of "discipline" and "obedience" to ensure the combat effectiveness of an army.

Besides, Al is not the type who is both a novice and a playful person. He would not do something like "Eternal God's Order: Guards Corps, move twenty meters to the left!" on the spur of the moment. Knowing that most of his knowledge is just theory, Al seldom acts arbitrarily and is very good at accepting opinions. At the same time, he would not express his opinion on details he did not understand. He seldom cares about things like marching and deployment, and focuses on setting the strategic direction.

And, a slightly more important reason: the enemies are not too strong.

Maybe it is strong, after all, it can chase down the Estalia and beat them up, but it is not stronger than the tribe's army of angry-horned beasts.

So Al won victory after victory along the way, which led him to have an illusion: "Am I a military genius?"

Al gained confidence.