Warhammer

The more Al thought about it, the weirder it became, and he couldn't help but sneer out loud.

He couldn't understand it no matter how hard he tried. In this situation, the greenskins still had the advantage and initiative, but time was definitely on the side of the northerners. Not to mention his plan to leave the forest and pacify the south in the future, even the neighboring country of Bretonnia, could it be that those knights and hermits who were obsessed with building a "world of virtue" would really sit back and watch their neighboring country being destroyed by the greenskins - and then later, these greenskins who were always itching to fight would set Waaaagh's sights on the north?

"There must be something wrong!"

Al can be sure.

Judging from the actions of the greenskin warlord, the other party may, to some extent, have the same goal as him, trying to conquer the human kingdom and establish a beastman or greenskin kingdom. The other party is unlikely to stop, just like Aiur would not ignore the north after occupying the south. If they cannot use force to forcibly establish "one regime" and declare orthodoxy, only endless troubles await such alien kingdoms.

But why the Estalia people would show willingness to negotiate is somewhat unclear.

In Al's understanding, any discussion of peace talks under such circumstances would be like treason. The enemy is strong and we are weak. Negotiations will only weaken our morale and public opinion, while the knife is in the hands of the powerful enemy and will be of no use at all.

"Is this a delaying tactic? Or are the northerners really going to run out of steam?"

Al fell into deep thought, but he also did not forget to use the collective wisdom.

"Get my sons (daughters) here!" He knocked on the armrest, frowning.

Chapter 34: Al: We will fight!

Al doesn't like things happening that are beyond his control, but tomorrow and accidents are two things that will always exist in the world.

Regardless of whether the so-called "peace talks" are real or not, even if the two main chess players on the chessboard of Estalia currently have a one in ten thousand chance of reaching peace and stopping the fight, El cannot sit idly by.

If it really comes to that, the Horde will do everything it can to destroy the possibility of negotiations between the Greenskins and the Estalia, even if it means taking radical measures and risking being exposed and becoming the target of public criticism.

It seems that the northerners are really unable to hold on. Ai'er also has a certain grasp of the situation on the northern front. The mages of the Scholar's Council have been sending him news. The small team of beastmen who had previously spread out to do some intelligence work and part-time small business (who still remembers the rabbit) has become a complete foreshadowing. The existence of the Scholar's Council makes them completely useless.

Now it's just a foreshadowing, waiting for Al to recall them or do something someday. That team is mainly composed of the old, weak and sick, so as long as they stay in the back, there shouldn't be much risk.

The think tanks analyzed and judged one after another. It was certain that the internal war-weariness would rise after the North had lost a certain amount of blood. But Aiel originally thought that it should have been at least after the greenskins were at the gates of the city. Now Sahagen has not yet started, and there is still a certain distance from the current "capital" Bilbarri. The Northern Parliament also has 60,000 to 70,000, nearly 100,000 (Aiel estimated the enemy's leniency) troops. If they are mobilized frantically and all men, women, young and old go to the battlefield, in terms of numbers alone, they may even be able to suppress the greenskin pirates and the rat coalition.

However, the price to pay is absolutely, absolutely tragic. With the strength of the Wrathhorns, led by the Eternal Chosen, vanguarded by the Blood Mother Chosen, and their offspring walking among them, plus a series of bonuses such as firepower (magic) advantages and the blessing of the Blood River, their momentum has not fallen, and the Waaaaagh's position has not collapsed. When they are sandwiched from both sides, they can still bring tragic casualties to the Beastmen.

If we drag the civilians onto the battlefield and let them fight the greenskins, even if they can win, the North will be completely destroyed, and it is not surprising that nine out of ten houses are empty.

Oh, by the way, there are also the Skaven. The evil technology of these rats is extremely troublesome to Ai'er, and they may also create plagues... There is no relevant news at the moment, except that at the beginning of the war, Margarita was besieged, and plagues and poisonings broke out in various parts of the south, hindering the rescue of reinforcements. There is no relevant news.

To the extent that sometimes Ai'er would forget that when the Four Mothers blessed his subordinates together, the loving Mother gave him a blessing that "within the scope of Estalia, the Ai'er tribe will not be troubled by diseases and plagues. The price is that the probability of epidemics and plagues breaking out in other places due to certain tiny creatures will be slightly increased."

But he still felt that this would definitely come in handy in the future. Nurgle...Mother Nurgle and the Horned Rat, who is better at playing viruses? Is there any need to think about it?

In short, these invisible cuties probably have no impact on the tribe, but among the three existing forces: (Chaos) Beastmen, Greenskins, and Humans, it’s obvious who has the lowest resistance to the plague, right?

Therefore, it is not surprising that pandemics, poisonings, and a sharp decline in the strength of the defenders occur. Don’t you see that when the Thirteenth Prince was guarding his hometown in the Five Hundred Worlds, a pandemic broke out and the virus avoided the original body, but even if he exhausted all the energy of the demigod, he could not dispel the blessing of his loving father.

After comprehensively considering the current situation and circumstances, Al made a judgment:

In the past, the goal has long been to try to inflict losses on both the Greenskins and the Estalia, but the fact that the strength of both sides was barely equal was ignored. If they were to train seriously, 200,000 Greenskins would be enough to sweep the entire north and south in an area like the Southern Kingdom, which is a "simple level: low".

What's more, they were ambushed by the unethical greenskin warlords and rats! They were directly beheaded and paralyzed in the brain or half of their bodies. After several bloody battles, the remaining half of the kingdom in the north (two-fifths) has now been reduced to a very dangerous edge. If the ratmen really hold back a big wave in Bilbarry City as Al guessed, such as another dimensional stone nuclear bomb? Or create a great plague to poison the soldiers and civilians in the city, then when there is no hope of victory, the gods do not bless, and even the orthodox Margarita of the kingdom has surrendered, this terrible news played a very useful role in the early stage of spreading in the north, and it had a common hatred of the enemy, but when the manpower is exhausted and the building is about to collapse, it may become the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

The royal city has surrendered, why are we still fighting so hard? Anyway, hasn't it been the capital of the Margarita people and the city prince monopolized for so many times? Before, it was aggressively going to start a civil war to cause division... All the previous contradictions and hidden dangers will turn into anger between each other.

At that time, if Al had followed his approach, he would have deliberately provoked the Estalia people to confront each other between the north and the south, making the people below disgust each other and become enemies, causing their interests, consciousness, and territories to conflict on all fronts. In order to ensure their own interests and avoid being stabbed by the other side, they would have no choice but to cooperate with the greenskin conquerors and compete with each other for the dog-licking business, lest the other side would drag the greenskin big guys with knives to raid their homes.

.........

"So, we can't let the northerners continue to fight alone."

Al slammed the table and stood up, staring at the map lying on the conference table.

The current approximate positions of Bilbarri, Sahagen, and the greenskin army are almost a diagonal line from north to south.

The tribe, on the other hand, is located further south, confined to the Pina Forest.

"Let the northerners see the hope of victory! Let them see! The Sons of the Four Mothers are ready, in this darkest hour: the cities have fallen, half of the country has been lost, the strong fortresses have been destroyed, and the enemy's seemingly invincible and unstoppable army is at the gates!"

"They are not fighting alone!"

"The warriors under the banner of the Four Mothers, the strongest flesh and blood sons of Chaos and Nature, have decided to march out. In this turbulent time, in this dark time, we will step into the bloody storm and move forward. From today on, we will do this day and night until the last drop of blood of the enemy - or ours - is shed!"

"We will stand together with the Estalia people in the storm! Together we will seek light in the darkness!"

"Tell my words to the allies of the tribe. From now on, the beastmen will walk out of the safe, hidden sacred forests blessed by the gods and nature. We will come out from our rest: fight in the forests, fight in the wilderness, fight in the hills, fight in the cities, fight in every stream, and fight on every plain! Until all enemies are driven out and the strength and peace of this land are restored!"

"The tribe will not reach any truce agreement with the barbaric invaders, except that these damn barbarians get out of our land! Stay away from our homes! Otherwise, even if humans betray the covenant, the tribe will persist alone on this sacred land and in the world, persisting in resisting this noble and just cause!"

Chapter 35: Little Maria

Al waved his arm forward, and everyone stood up solemnly and saluted Al in front of the throne. Most people then turned around and left.

The wisecorn clerk put down his quill and handed the transcribed text to Kael'thas, who presented it to Aiel for review.

"Not bad... There's no need to add any more actions or anything like that, just using plain text to convey it is enough."

"We must let our northern neighbors know that the tribe is steadfast in its determination to maintain the friendly alliance between the two sides, and its unwavering belief in adhering to the policy of resisting the greens and saving the nation!"

"I think these paragraphs are well said. They can be directly conveyed to the northerners to show the attitude of the tribe." Al pinched his chin and added:

"We can also post it on the bulletin board now, and at the same time, bring out the fact that the Northern Council suffered heavy losses and is very likely to reach peace talks with the greenskins. We can publicize it to the public and show the refugees that the tribe is determined to fight against the greenskins and also supports the Allies' determination to fight against the greenskins!"

The clerk also took the order and left.

In the empty palace, only Ai'er and his descendants are left, as well as a few characters who play an important role in the future affairs of the tribe, such as the Great Sister, who disguises herself as an ordinary person but is actually a puppet incarnation of the Red Robe Mage of the Council of Scholars.

All of the descendants are, without exception, the first generation of El's Sons, who were cultivated by El through the bloodline of the Nurturing Rock.

He does not have the defect of a short lifespan. Except for the defect of being infertile, he is an extraordinary beastman who is outstanding in all aspects.

The four most outstanding ones were granted the authority of "Lord of the Legion" by Ai'er. Each of them had thousands of followers under their command, semi-independent autonomy, and a special status of transcendent glory.

Ai'er has recently considered whether to divide one to two or three more legions. It is just an idea at present. Mainly because except for Misha, Hera, Kael'thas and Barbatos, the other offspring are indeed outstanding and live up to expectations, but seem to be a little short of the level of their four brothers. As for the later batches of offspring, they are not considered by Ai'er because of the defect in lifespan.

Now a centaur and a pair of rabbit-man twins have been included in the scope of investigation.

By the way, there were a total of fourteen beastman pregnant women who received blood donation, and they gave birth to a total of twenty-eight offspring, which is almost exactly two babies per person. However, there were only children, such as Misha the cow, and Barbatos born to the sheep man, as well as triplets or even quadruplets, such as the wolf girl Hera and Kael'thas.

They all have brothers, but this is not very important among the offspring. Their common identity will always be only one, that is, "Son of Ai".

.........

When only the core layer, the central brain of the tribe, who could influence Al's decision-making, was left, Al's attitude suddenly became much more easy-going.

"Tell me what you think."

Al walked down from the throne, sat down on a random step, and looked at everyone.

Kael'thas walked out first, saluted the boy with his hand on his chest, and said:

"Father, I think if we launch an attack, speed is of the utmost importance. We must capture Estalia's Margarita as quickly as possible before the greenskins decide to withdraw. In this way, we can seize the 'great cause' you mentioned and mobilize the power of the southerners for our own use."

"At this time, once the greenskin warlord finds that it has lost control of the south, it will be unable to defeat our army. Geographically, as long as we take Marus and move forward, the greenskin army will be isolated in the north. If it wants to continue its Waaagh, it will have only two choices: turn around and attack us while the northerners, who are already so weak that they may collapse at any time; or go all out to capture Bilbarri, destroy the northerners' resistance center, and then gather strength to go south to fight us."

After listening to this, Al nodded to show his permission, but did not say anything.

Kael'thas leaned forward and stepped aside.

The second brother is very smart. It is impossible for him to think only of these things. Everyone can see that the purpose of saying so much and only saying these things is just to pave the way for Al and let others explain in as much detail as possible.

Sure enough, the elder sister immediately stood up and said that Sister Helen had different opinions on starting a war.

She walked out of the crowd, with a red leather scripture wrapped with iron chains and a short war hammer hanging on both sides of her waist. She frowned, and her snow-white short hair was now turning blood red from the ends.

"If we launch an attack on the greenskins now, will we be unprepared?"

"The refugee army is still training, production and construction are ongoing, all gathering points are expanding, people are everywhere, and there is a shortage of manpower everywhere."

"If we send out troops now, the problem of lacking young and strong people will have a serious impact on the construction of the tribe and even interrupt our plans."

"After the troops are dispatched, the defense force in the Pina Forest will inevitably weaken. If the greenskins attack from the south, how will we defend it..."

While expressing the above considerations, the elder sister kept looking at Al, hoping that the boy could come up with a solution on the spot.

Al had already thought about it. When the elder sister finished speaking, he immediately raised his hand and put up three fingers. "First, regarding the issue of local defense, I believe that the mist of the goddess Lilith will bring us a great advantage. This has been verified. As long as we are fast enough, the greenskins can only send a small army to the south. We only need a small number of troops to contain them, or even bury them silently in the sea of ​​trees in the Pina Forest."

"Secondly..." Al frowned. "I don't like plans being interrupted, but this is always a problem we can't avoid. But at least we won't face a food crisis now. As long as there is no problem with food, the lack of young and strong people will only require more time to make up for it."

"Finally..." Al spread his hands, looked around at everyone, and said, "The Pina Forest is very large. We can't even say that it is full now. We can only say that we have occupied two or three tenths of it. We can still accommodate many, many more people."

"Once we start taking action, we must make the choice of using various means to allow some people to settle in the forest and join the tribe."

"We can't solve the threat at sea in a short time. Greenskins, ratmen, war and plague, these threats may come back at any time. I believe that many Estalia will make wise choices." After El finished speaking, he spread his hands to the nun, who shook her head, indicating that there was nothing more to say, and looked at other people.

"Father..." A centaur suddenly came out, moved his four hooves, stood under the steps in front of El, and bent his four hooves with the joints touching the ground to show obedience and the highest respect.

This is a very handsome centaur with well-developed limbs. The muscle contours on the horse's body are perfect, like a marble sculpture carefully carved by an elven craftsman.

The red hair was braided into many small braids and scattered behind the ears, handsome, wild, and with a kind of wild beauty.

Alia Al.

As the name suggests, this is a... filly.

What Al remembered most was when he went out fishing once and saw a group of beastmen cubs fighting in a group on the flat ground. Among them, a centaur with red hair was very eye-catching. His half-naked upper body was covered with scratches and bloodstains - mostly from other people. His braided hair was also loosened in the fight and draped over his shoulders. He was not at a disadvantage in a one-on-many situation, and he danced with his long stick with great vigor. He led several centaur cubs in and out of the crowd, and through their speed and unity, they knocked down the sturdy calves and the wolf cubs who were brave and aggressive and refused to let go.

At that time, Al thought that the more he looked at this thing, the more it looked like a certain beautiful centaur who was now devoted to being a loving wife and mother...who occasionally carried a war hammer and halberd to the battlefield to stab the enemy through, and then cut off their heads and offered them as a blood sacrifice to the Blood Mother. Could she be a nephew or relative of Alina's centaur tribe?

Then when I asked, I was like, this is my daughter?!

But I haven't reached the point yet where I'm putting Alina in the terrible, ethically shattering dilemma of: What should my son's children and my children call me?

Oh, this is one of my first children.

When Al was a child, he held many foals in his arms. However, because the offspring grew up very fast, and in order to save trouble, he had handed the offspring over to their brothers Misha, Kael'thas and others to take them to their respective legions, and taught them by example for a period of time, so girls change a lot when they grow up... bullshit.

I remember that the pony was a very well-behaved and gentle little kid. He liked to put his front hooves on his father's legs and stick his upper body close to Al. Later, when he grew up, he was easily satisfied as long as he could stick close to Al. He would even stay next to his father all day without saying a word when Al was fishing.

No idea how the foal grew up, it had everything it should have, but if you didn't pay special attention to those parts, it would be easy to think it was a heroic and handsome Centaur, and you wouldn't associate it with female charm at all. It also had similarities with a certain Blood Mother, the Eternal Chosen foster mother.

However, because of Al's filial piety day and night, the adoptive mother, who often stays at home, now looks radiant and full of maternal and feminine charm.

Later, Al went to look for her specifically, and sure enough, the female horse who gave birth to Alia was indeed related to his adoptive mother, Alina Son of Thunderfire.

Their mother is a sister from the same mother, their father is a brother, and the two sides have a very close blood relationship, which is basically an enhanced version of the relationship. Alina was breastfed by her mother many times when she was a child.

Because of this kinship, he chose a name similar to the extraordinary and powerful one in his own race, the Blood Mother God's Chosen, and taught the little mare some glorious deeds of "your aunt in the past", which resulted in Al's once delicate and gentle little centaur becoming the younger version of Alina today... But he doesn't hate her either.

Anyway, no matter how reckless Alia is outside, or how bloody she gets in fights with her peers, prey, or enemies, when she is with him, she is still the well-behaved and docile little pony who likes to cuddle with her little father.

This is very similar to Alina... I hope I won't be like her aunt in the future. She always wanted to stick with my father when we were little, but now she wants to put my little father under the horse's belly.

"I would like to ask for your opinion on the two places of Marus and Vering."

Chapter 36: Rebellion

These two places are critical.

Marus was the greenskins' previous forward base, and now it is piled with a large amount of scraps that cannot be moved and were looted during the greenskins' sweep northward.

It's not a generalization to say it's junk. There are quite a few things like military equipment, funds, silver and other valuables. However, mixed with other things like teeth, useful bone sticks, Waaagh-looking spare parts, and silk murals that are completely worthless after being torn into pieces but are considered quite interesting by the greenskins, one can only describe it as: a pile of valuable garbage.

This was also the former port of the Greenskin Pirate Fleet. Although with the fall of Demonterrey, the Greenskin Fleet had a port of call in the north and had sailed north in large numbers to carry out a sea blockade and looting of the Estalia, there is still a large fleet staying here, and the number of people cannot be estimated for the time being, but there should be at least a garrison of 10,000 people.

And Viling is the place where the first flag of rebellion was raised and the first shot was fired in the process of Aiel's formal uprising against the greens, expelling the barbarians and restoring the orthodoxy (truth) of the Estalia people.

Of course, strictly speaking, that place should be "Samana", an inconspicuous small village in the southeast of Viling. It was here that the beastmen under Aiel beat the greenskins for the first time and also had their first formal contact with the Estalia. However, the town had long since moved into the Pina Forest with the Viling people and took refuge in the tribe. Now it has been quietly dispersed, dissolved, and digested in the tribal system, and has basically been transformed into tiny groups based on families and clans.

After the entire city was relocated, all that was left for the greenskin barbaric conquerors was an empty, ruined city. Because there was still plenty of time, the main force of the greenskins was besieging Margarita, and the other parts had not yet crossed the Gedaz River to the north. The vanguard troops attacked the two cities of Viling and Marus, so the people of Viling moved very thoroughly, leaving not a single grain of rice for the greenskins. Of course, this is also because Viling is inland and close to the Pina Forest, so moving does not require much effort.

Although Aiur sent his magical avatar into the enemy camp and reached a gentleman's (hush) agreement with the warlord, the green-skinned warlord, who was as special as Aiur, the eternally chosen one, chose to lead his entire army northward, intending to wipe out the human forces that were resisting stubbornly in the north.

But they still chose to build a medium-sized fortress on the site of the old city of Weiling and left tens of thousands of people there. According to Al's investigation, most of these troops stationed in Weiling were Estalia's vassal troops!

That is the human puppet army under the control of the greenskins that Al had been making fun of before.

Today, the city of Viling is divided into two parts, east and west. The human servant army is stationed in the east city, which is facing the Pina Forest. The greenskins stay in the west city and camp outside the city. They are busy quarreling and fighting all day long. This is part of the greenskins' daily life.

The East City was much quieter. Apart from the two indispensable entertainments of wine and prostitutes, there was no training, and it was completely silent day and night. It did not even seem like a heavily guarded city.

It seems that a group of barbaric conquerors are right next to their beds. The shame of being forced to serve such barbaric creatures as the greenskins makes most people feel extremely ashamed and tormented. They are also afraid of making any noise and attracting the attention of the greenskins, so they choose to escape in an autistic way.

According to Al's guess, the arrangement in Weiling City was made because when the great warlord made the decision to go north and had to leave behind troops to monitor the movements of the tribe, it would be useless if he only left the greenskins. The tribe was capable of annihilating its own 50,000 troops in the local defense battle. Even if it suffered huge losses, it would not be resisted by 10,000 or 20,000 people.

If there are too many of them, it will inevitably affect the attack on the north. If all of them are human servants, I am afraid that many of them will run away within ten days or half a month before the battle even starts, and it is difficult to expect any combat effectiveness.

So just mix the human servant army with the green-skinned lady.

However, if the two were mixed together, the big greenskin warlord had the control to ensure that no major problems would arise. In this way, the human vassal army was listed separately in the army heading north and executed orders separately.

Out of its control, it is hard to imagine what would happen between the greenskins and humans, so they cannot mix together.