Warhammer

Nothing else matters, the most important one is the latter one.

#The long defeat and the enemy's bloody tactics did not defeat them. Instead, this "defeated army" gave birth to the deepest fire of revenge in silence! They suffered a lot, but they would never admit defeat. Even if they fought to the last soldier, they would raise their weapons and launch an attack on the enemy!

"Such a mighty and powerful army deserves... Only by joining me and the faith of the Four Mothers can they continue their glory and carry it forward." Ai'er said to Kael'thas with emotion:

"I want to prepare a reward that is worthy of them and can also let them realize the true power - a reward from the Blood Mother, so that they will be willing to do it!"

"Glory to the Mother of Fury!"

In his mind, the war roar of the huge giant god on the Black Iron Throne resounded throughout the Demon Realm. Countless warriors and heroic spirits in the bloody realm were greatly inspired and fought more fanatically in the name of the Blood Mother.

The Mother Goddess of Aiur, the Mother of Fury, the Mother of Blood.

feeling good.

.........

Although he said that such an army could only be conquered if it joined his army, at the same time, conquering such a force that had already demonstrated his extraordinary courage and conviction and letting them fight for Him in the mortal world in the name of the Blood Mother would greatly please this mother of Ai'er.

But in fact, Al had some darker thoughts in his heart.

The deeds of such a legion that fights to the death and persists in fighting until the last soldier should be sung and known everywhere.

It will greatly boost morale and inspire people, but the problem is... these people's hearts and morale may not belong to Al.

Just like the siege of Santa Mona in the north, where almost the entire army was annihilated and the battle went on to the last man, the last troops, after seeing no hope of continuing to fight, simply threw themselves into the fire and died heroically. Even after a series of chaotic and bullshit events, it was able to inspire the defenders and the citizens.

When the Estalia people fought to the death against the greenskins, Ai'er was moved, supported and encouraged them, and sent 18 letters to express his great encouragement.

But when he starts to "steal the country! The shameless evil beast king tears off the mask of hypocritical ally" and starts to openly break away with the tribe with the intention of usurping the country, the Estalia people will fight to the death with the tribe, which is something that El absolutely does not want to see and will cause him a headache.

And the best solution...if you are a bit despicable, just watch them die without helping them, and then follow the example of Chang Guangtou, dragging the local and side branches to die, and treating the direct descendants as your own sons.

A better, but more difficult option is:

Bring Estalia's heroes!

Become tribal!

The Salvation Army believed in Myrmidia and was loyal to the Old Kingdom. They were almost destroyed, lacked manpower and food, and were unable to equip themselves with weapons and equipment. They were isolated by their own people.

The National Salvation Army converted to Blood Mother and pledged allegiance to the New Kingdom and King El. They then upgraded their muskets to cannons and soared into the sky, following El in his battles to recover the country, and enjoyed endless crowns and wreaths of honor!

With this comparison, it is easy to guess what the people are thinking, right?

Once again, I wonder if this kingdom is run by a bunch of bugs! A good country has become like this! Damn it!

such.

The hearts of the people were won in this way!

The battle has been decided.

The involvement of the tribal army played a decisive and devastating role. By using the winds of Qianmen and Jilun, as well as the more barbaric and evil corruption of Gul, which was once regarded as the wind of beasts, and the savage magic inherited from the former beastmen, the swords and armor of the greenskins became rusty and shattered at the touch. Suddenly, countless ditches and vines protruded from the ground, as if nature had a temper, and overturned a large number of greenskins to the ground.

Even more terrifying were the screams and roars emitted by the Beastmen Shamans, which were terrifying to both the enemy and the friendly forces, and could only be avoided by warriors without fear in their hearts. The Greenskins' mounts, whether spiders, wolves, or war boars, all put up a fierce resistance against their riders.

They were feral and violent, and were the first to turn their spears, stabbing their pain and anger into the enslaved greenskins who rode on their backs.

The wolves and centaurs that had already scattered far away represented the cruelty after the war, just as the goblins did.

Al is kinder than them, he doesn't like the shock of blood.

Just killing them all is enough.

Chapter 52: The Black Veil Widow and History in One Sentence

Al slapped his face, stood up from the embrace of the plump arms, breasts and hips, sat on the edge of the bed, bent his legs, and thought about life naked.

"I've let my guard down..."

I regret it now, very much.

"Well......"

A lazy moan came from behind him. Al remembered this voice, it was very familiar...even though they just met at the party yesterday.

A very enthusiastic lady. Al's impression of her was that she was wearing a black veil and a translucent black scarf to cover her face, and she had the charm of a widow.

Then there is the intuitive feeling that the breasts are big and the legs are long.

And very smooth...very smooth.

She had a very passionate personality. Al still remembered that as soon as he entered the room, she threw herself on him and hugged him in her arms, which reminded him of the time when he was trapped in the centaur girl's body and almost suffocated.

Then the plump lady Cart pushed the little boy onto the bed step by step, and wrapped her legs around Al's legs. Al was not to be outdone, and began to fight back by biting Ms. Cart's breasts.

He is no longer the little boy who was at a loss when he saw the naked body of the centaur girl.

The whole night's experience can be summed up in one sentence:

It was a great job.

Each of the two ladies had their own merits, but the enthusiastic and active service gave Al a different experience, especially when the other party clamped her legs behind him and tried hard as if to trap the boy into that beautiful body, and the splashes of water were splashed by the sprint and the plump red lips kept shouting "Goddess, Goddess, Mirmidia".

There is a sense of contrast between a lustful woman being favored by a pony and then being on the verge of collapse after being fucked by a violent scholar.

In the end, Al couldn't remember how many times he had penetrated that beautiful body, as if he wanted to vent all the energy he hadn't felt during this period of time.

In the second half of the night, several more women came into the room. They were the ones recommended by the Galazi people before. Al, who was in a high position, couldn't control himself for a moment. He gave up his scruples and pulled them all in like a horse-drawn train and shot them all.

After a night of debauchery and most of the day.

Al woke up from the bed full of beautiful bodies and plump body, feeling mixed emotions.

The lady in black veil also woke up. She looked at Al who was sitting on the bed with a charming voice, giggled, and put her bare feet on the boy's thighs. Her round and cute toes moved restlessly between the boy's legs.

Look closely at this pair of beautiful feet with a graceful shape. Whether it is the red, white and blue flesh of the instep and arch of the foot, or between the ten toes, there are remnants of the boy's fluid. If I remember correctly, Al used this lady's pair of beautiful bare feet, which could be called works of art, to shoot at least two shots yesterday.

If Al's fetish for "feet" had not yet developed to the extent of including shoes, the pair of high heels decorated with black flower knots would also have been tinged with boyish colors.

"You think about it again?"

Al grabbed the restless beautiful foot and held it in his hand. His fingers also slid and flicked over various parts, from the ankle, instep, toes...

The lady's body was obviously more sensitive than his. Just with passive contact, she began to instinctively want to shrink back. But she was held in Al's hand, so she couldn't muster the strength and could only shrink back and forth, which was very interesting.

Al turned his head and moved his gaze to the enthusiastic lady. It was extremely lewd and crazy. Al then remembered that this was not the same as the tribe. There were no maids to clean up after the battle.

Yesterday he had only used the power of pleasure on several ladies to restore their physical strength and heal wear and tear, without any additional cleaning.

The lady giggled, and her restless beautiful feet did not escape, but continued to move down, pressing her toes on the boy's spear, gently pressing on it, like a succubus seducing a mortal.

Al sighed, a crack appeared beside him, and within a few breaths, all traces of his and the lady's lovemaking were wiped out. Then the boy pressed on her again, his hands naturally pressing on the two soft and tough dough balls like big balls and began to knead the dough.

As soon as it made contact, the lady's breathing quickened and rose several degrees. Al returned to the bed in time, kneeled forward, and easily pushed the woman's legs apart, and the tip of the spear had already made contact with the city gate.

But this was not an easy war, because the defenders in the city had already given up resistance and waved the white flag - the lubricant pouring on the city gate and the door that seemed to be opening and closing were the best proof of this.

Soon, Al increased his strength, and the lady moaned and raised her waist involuntarily, arching a wonderful bridge of flesh to cater to the boy who dominated her body and was about the same age and body as her former child.

.........

[In the spring month, we went up to Miramar, defeated the enemy, and issued a proclamation to all the cities, and the southwest was finally pacified.]

A short sentence recorded in the scroll of the wise-horned beast historian summarizes the major events that occurred during this period.

After effortlessly destroying the greenskins' detachment in the southwest, and the centaurs and wolves turning the hills into a huge greenskin version of Road to Survival, there was no longer any force on land in the southwest of the entire southern kingdom of Estalia that could threaten the Estalia and the tribal coalition.

Except for the vicious goblin commander, the two-headed greenskin Azmo Khan, who fled desperately with a dozen of his followers and finally escaped to the north, nearly ten thousand greenskins and pirate troops were killed and captured and executed on the Miramar Hills. Their corpses were piled into high piles and then burned together to prevent the spores from multiplying.

The outside world is not like the Pina Forest. There is no magical power to curb the spread and growth of greenskin spores. Even if a greenskin was ferocious and energetic when alive, after death it will inevitably be decomposed into nutrients by the forest roots.

Then, just as Al had expected, when the news spread with the messenger - and the legion following the messenger, which mainly played a deterrent and demonstration of force role, the southwest region instantly defected.

It very smoothly fell to the side of the "coalition" composed mainly of tribes.

The four cities of Newgar, Nos Capas, Desuya and Permoz decisively announced one after another that they would change their flags and welcome the royal army. Ai'er followed the practice in Galaz and ordered the envoys and the legions that followed them to do the same in other places.

On the grounds that it was a puppet formed under the coercion of pirates and greenskins, the original parliament was dissolved, and then a new skin was set up on the spot to form representative councils in each city to carry out matters such as conscription and food transportation, concentration of craftsmen, and manufacture of weapons and equipment.

Taking advantage of the good news from the southwest war, the new army vanguard sent by Al successfully took over the city and port of Bermoz, which had opened their gates.

Several pirate warships that were slow to respond and didn't get the news in time and fled were also seized. All the sailors were captured and paraded through the streets by the Bermoz people. More than half of them were killed on the same day. When Al rode a griffin into the city from the sky, he could see the bodies of pirates who were tortured and slaughtered by the citizens eager for revenge hanging everywhere.

Representatives from the five cities also gathered at the conference venue on the outskirts of the city of Bermoz at the time specified by El. If we count the cities that have been annexed by El, most of the people who can run around in the city are in the Pina Forest, except for the three cities of Weiling, Marus, and Cheborio who followed El into battle as soldiers. In a strict sense, this conference was a gathering of eight cities.

The theme is a gathering of people in the southwest.

Ai'er is here! The blue sky is here! The green skins are gone!

The tribe is here! Peace is here! Life is good!

But the premise of all this is to win on the battlefield. So in order to prepare for the Eastern Expedition that will be launched soon, as well as the subsequent series of battles that are bound to be fought in the North, such as defense, and defensive counterattacks, should we first make sure that the five cities in the southwest unite under one banner and not make the same mistake again, in which the Kingdom of Estalia was divided into north and south, which led to internal strife and caused national turmoil and the sinking of the southern kingdom.

Of course, given that the only orthodox Estalia Kingdom regime is far away in Bilbarri and is still under siege by the greenskin army, it faces an arduous siege; and because the former royal capital Margarita surrendered to the greenskins and called on all places to obey the conquerors, the coalition forces refuse to recognize its orthodoxy, status and all traditional rights, and will not consider it until the coalition forces liberate this capital and re-elect the city council.

And given the current special situation where military is the priority, you have no objection to the coalition forces being the leader and the backbone carrying the flag, right?

Naturally, no one would jump out to express any opinions. If the Northern Army went south to recover various places, they might still bring it up, but the Beastmen... emmm, coupled with the fact that the tribe was trustworthy and vengeful, which Aiel deliberately promoted, no one among the Beastmen dared to complain in this situation.

Any slightly different voices will also be noted and paid special attention to in the future, which is considered a sting operation.

As for the direct denial of Margarita's leadership, it still caused some minor objections. At the instruction of El, Galaz, who was planning to cling to the coalition forces and had a "marriage" relationship with them, spoke out and fought back.

"You want to continue to recognize the current status of 'Pearl' and those people. Well, let me ask you, when the king's army marched east and confronted the enemy, Pearl sent an envoy to tell us, the children of the southwest, to disperse immediately and not to resist the greenskins. Did you listen or not?"

The people of Estalia compare Margarita to the "Pearl of the South" and sometimes even use the word "pearl" to describe it directly. This city is the essence and pride of the entire Kingdom of Estalia, but in the face of the general trend, not everyone is willing to stick to their incompleteness.

The conference went smoothly, and representatives from the five cities (eight cities) all swore an oath together that after this meeting, the southwest will be closely united under the banner of the coalition forces, aiming to march east, liberate Margarita, and liberate the entire South!

At the instruction of Ai'er, the representative of Galaz proposed a motion to form an army. After discussion, the representatives of various cities decided to recruit 15,000 to 20,000 troops within a month to form a reserve army to be used for city defense and to assist the coalition forces in the Eastern Expedition.

Finally, the conference ended successfully.

Al was in a good mood at the celebration banquet. At the same time, the plan to win over the Southwestern National Salvation Army was going smoothly. The Blood Mother sent feedback that her mother was very satisfied. After the grand and glorious triumph and awarding ceremony, as well as several days of celebration, this army with the characteristic of "never losing" had already begun to chant the name of the Blood Mother.

Then, we saw a lady wearing a black veil, who was introduced by several representatives of Bomoz.

And then came the next day.

Chapter 53: The Story of the Mother and the Prophecy

Obvious.

Al didn't control his crotch.

But this does not seem to be so special to the rulers that it is worth discussing - there will naturally be exceptions if it is particularly serious.

It is not something worthy of discussion. At most, it is a consensus circulated in the streets and alleys and in court banquets, and it is something that brings fun to everyone.

But Al has a lot of baggage of his own.

He accepted concubines, maids, and lovers, and was not picky about whether the person he had a one-night stand with was a pure virgin... Well, he was still a little picky, and he certainly couldn't accept a belt as loose as Al's.

It seems a bit double standard but...

Elshi is absolutely unwilling to be in the same boat with any other friend!

For him, at most, the only possibility is to lock the car and privatize it, but there is no possibility of letting the private car run outside and using it for public purposes according to one's ability.

Of course, except for the test drive ones.

For example, on the second night, El had sex with the lady of black veil and several Galaz women until every bone in their bodies was soft and they were in the Ahegao pose, then he left alone.

Spells are cleaned with one click, and then clothes are changed.

He immediately ordered the people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to thoroughly investigate the women with whom he had had affairs.

Al is not ruthless.

He had his psychological burden about adding people to his harem, not to mention that he had added a few more people secretly behind the Centaur's back. Besides, he was not corrupt enough to treat people as mere playthings. There was a wife, a second wife, eight little hooves, the sheep mother, the centaur, Claudia and Ann, a total of fourteen.

If he hadn't rejected the people that the centaur girl found and introduced to him, he would probably be almost thirty years old.

This number is already exaggerated even if considered as the average number among feudal aristocrats.

However, it is not an exaggeration to regard most of them as "lovers", "concubines" or "favored concubines".

There were at least dozens or even hundreds of beautiful women and handsome men in the Arabi Sultan's court as concubines. The nobles of Estalia also had the habit of taking each other as lovers, and even competing with each other to see who had more and better-quality lovers.

However, the barbarians of the Ai'er tribe had just touched the edge of "entering the pass" and had not yet had time to receive the baptism of civilization.

Previously, Al thought that the beastmen were very chaotic, with all those things like marrying the mother to the sister-in-law and so on. It started from the centaur girl asking him if he planned to "inherit" Celestine, Al's biological mother, saying that it was a tribal tradition, which made Al praise her for a moment... and he felt sad that the beastmen were savage and unmannered, and had no manners.