Warhammer

Once the greenskins take over the sacred forest and use it as a forward base to advance into the depths of the forest, Aiur will be faced with the situation of turning encirclement and annihilation battles and strategic decisive battles into countless encounters and security battles. Even if the tribe can finally successfully expel the greenskins - if the warlords no longer send troops into the forest, they will also suffer huge losses and the subsequent recruitment and development period will be much shorter.

It can be said that the Skaven, with their mere rat bodies, managed to play the best and most crucial games of the game.

Compared to the pirates who came only to make money, rob, and take advantage of the situation, the rat people can be said to be really dedicated to this battle.

And Al would naturally not ignore such an important and critical enemy.

At first he was actually worried that the Skaven would do the same thing they did to the Tranquil Harbor Fleet and the Sacred Grove, using that kind of weapon of mass destruction to attack Bilbarri, blowing down the city walls so that the greenskins could directly attack the defenders.

As a result, after several days of siege, there was still no sign of the ratmen, so Al became very alert.

If there was a race in the medieval world that was associated from beginning to end with "conspiracy, trickery, cruelty, cunning, arrogance, betrayal, assassination, sneak attack, evil..." and other words that could encompass the shortcomings of all other races, it would undoubtedly be the Skaven.

The revelation of the map spontaneously combusting also made Al think for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion:

This was a crucial clue that the Four Mothers, or Lilith, did not want to or could not tell him directly.

Combined with his plan of the Eastern Expedition, Tolosa was the only way to go. This matter was naturally closely related to the Eastern Expedition, and was even directly related to the war situation in the south.

The reason why the Four Mothers and Lilith, who stand at the highest point beyond the mortal dimension and coexist with chaos, remain silent and can only remind him with hints, is obviously because there are other beings involved who can compete with them in the space from chaos to the mortal world.

The main force of the greenskin army is in the north, so it is obviously impossible for them to be the second brother Mao. And it seems that they have never interfered in other areas except appearing within the greenskin race.

As for the pirates... apart from Mannan, there is probably no other god who would pay attention to these scum. It is also a question whether Mannan is simply too lazy to pay attention to these scum believers who only ask for "Mannan's blessing" when they go out to sea.

Then, there are only Skaven...

“Dang~!!!”

The last bell was rung!

The rats raised their heads and howled towards the sky. The dirty clouds of foul air seemed to cover the sky!

"The Holy Horned God - the Great Horned Rat walks among us!"

But soon, someone appeared in their way.

Before the raid, Ai'er handed all his Centaur soldiers and Hera's Black Iron Wolf Pack to his adoptive mother. The Centaur mother led this army, which was good at charging, high mobility and breaking formations, and quietly made a big circle.

Waiting outside Tolosa.

At the same time, an auxiliary army of 5,000 people was on full alert on the route that the ratmen must take to attack the tribal army.

Their role is to hold the line and drag the battle to the front battlefield of Aiur to decide the outcome.

But obviously, the Blood Mother's Champion Chosen God, the Eternal Chosen God, and the mortal adoptive mother of the Four Gods' Sons, does not want her role to be limited to just this.

Clad in heavy armor, a cold murderous intent rose from her black iron shell like a substance. Her elite mobile army waited in silence. Alina, whose murderous intent could silence everything, stepped onto the hill and raised her halberd, which was getting hotter as the smoke of the battlefield spread and her fighting spirit rose, towards the tide of rats that were surging towards the phalanx army.

"Crush the mountains! Pile up the skulls!"

The Centaur let out a cold, cruel, and brutal growl that would never be revealed in the bed. In that roar, there was an almost overflowing desire for killing and destruction.

"The skull is sacrificed to the throne! The blood is sacrificed to the blood mother!"

With violent war cries, the army roared down.

Chapter 71: Al is gone, and the guards are dispatched!

As El's adoptive mother, the head of many wives and concubines, the master of the harem, and also the most powerful warrior of the entire tribe and the lord of the army, Alina will not allow herself to be absent from this war. As the Blood Mother's God-chosen champion, even if there are a hundred important reasons, she cannot refuse any battle in front of her.

The enemies standing in the way of the Blood Mother's army should naturally be crushed by the Blood Mother's God.

The Centaur Girl's proactive attack instantly made Al feel like his plan was disrupted. His original intention was to let his adoptive mother lead the elite mobile support, wait for the remaining legion to meet the enemy and find an opportunity to defeat the enemy's offensive, buy time for the front battlefield, or delay the ratman's offensive and then turn to the front without stopping, cut into the flank of the pirate coalition and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.

But due to the trust that has been established over a long period of time, and the absolute trust in Alina, who has an invincible prestige - even Alastair would not challenge the Centaur's status, and is above the legion, and is almost the same master of the army as El, El does not even need to communicate through mental link. After learning that his adoptive mother led the army to attack, it took only a breath for him to decide to fully cooperate with Alina's action.

Alina is a symbol of absolute force in the tribe. She is wild and flamboyant, and unscrupulously releases her force and brutality at the enemy on the battlefield, which is like "thunder and volcano erupting together".

In the past, this behavior would intimidate both the enemy and their own people, but as Ai'er took control of the tribe and gradually developed it to where it is today under the faith of the Four Mothers, this deterrence evolved into a unilateral intimidation of the enemy. For their own people, seeing Alina's violent and domineering figure appear on the battlefield is a supreme encouragement and motivation.

"The Invincible One!"

Standing right in front of us!

For the soldiers fighting on the front lines, this kind of motivation is even greater than Ai'er personally setting foot on the battlefield, because for the Eternal Chosen himself, wearing the Cold Love, he can ride on the Griffin Queen to overlook the battlefield, or watch the two armies fighting at the command headquarters, which can be regarded as "being on the battlefield in person."

There were very few times when he personally went to the front line to fight.

In a situation where the outcome was already decided, Al urged the Griffin Queen to move forward, to show her face, to kill a few people, and at least to get some blood on her.

The Centaurs would lead the guards themselves, or simply charge into the enemy camp alone in an unparalleled manner, crushing the enemy's defenses like a whirlwind, killing dozens or hundreds of people, beheading generals and seizing flags as easily as taking something out of a sack, an act that could deal a heavy blow to the enemy's fighting will and boost our own morale.

Even Al himself had speculated about the tribe and his future. He believed that if he died suddenly without designating an heir, and his sons and daughters were dissatisfied with each other and started a tribal version of the "Nine Dragons Fighting for the Throne" or "The Rebellion of the Eight Kings", Alina only had to make it clear who she supported, and at least three or four fifths of the Angry Horn Legion would resolutely obey the will of the "Queen Mother and the Late Queen" and be loyal to one of their sons and daughters.

If the Four Mothers re-selected someone to succeed the Everchosen and appointed "ta" as the future commander of the tribe, even if the successor was the offspring of Aiur, as long as Alina refused to obey the arrangements of the Four Mothers and challenged the second Everchosen, her prestige would be enough to lead half of the tribe to fight this great civil war in the new Four Gods camp.

For the ruler, this kind of prestige is a very bad thing for anyone, even the closest and most sincere subordinates, ministers, or even concubines. If one is not careful, it is very likely to lead to things like "two saints ruling the country" or "two suns in the same sky".

Maybe Al really, truly likes that wild, violent Centaur who shows his true contrasting side at certain moments.

He had never thought of restricting or suppressing his adoptive mother's influence. Besides enjoying the admiration of the people and the pleasure of killing the enemy, Alina herself had never used her fame to gather supporters or ambitiously fight for power in the tribe.

Perhaps the best way to describe it is that "she and Al are one, with glory and power inseparable"...

For the pirate coalition, the situation on the front battlefield has become a test of will. It is not a fight with the tribe, but a fight with themselves. With the offensive of the tribe, the pirate army, which had previously deployed a battle line several miles wide from east to west and with more than a dozen deep gullies in front and behind, has been squeezed into a small space less than one-third of its maximum size. In the north, southwest and southwest directions, they are all suffering from the tribe's swift and unabated attack.

In order to stabilize the formation and shrink the defense line, the pirates even handed over the artillery position to others, and the dozens of cannons that had not yet fully exerted their power were seized by the new soldiers of the "Storm Army".

A group of "Veteran Mercenaries" who were hired by Bilbarri to come to the Pina Forest to participate in the tribe's war against the greenskins, and followed Aiel all the way to the outskirts of Tolosa, only a few days away from Margarita, took the risk of trying to use the cannons abandoned by the pirates, and found that the pirates fled in a hurry, or the tribe attacked too quickly, so that they had just decided to abandon the artillery position, and before they had time to complete the task of destroying the cannon and sealing the gun door, they found that the aggressive angry-horned beast rushed in front of them with a sword, axe and shield.

In times of crisis, saving one’s life is naturally the priority.

The gunners hadn't even taken apart the tools to destroy the cannons before they hastily abandoned the battle line and fled. Many members of the Veteran Mercenary Corps had served in the Imperial Army, and there were quite a few gunners as well. After some attempts, they turned their guns around and successfully began to bombard the pirate army's formation. The captains and commanders were so angry that they cursed and watched as their cannons and shells, which had once belonged to them, began to hit their heads. Some even suggested shooting the artillerymen who had left their cannons intact to the Beastmen, but the commander-in-chief rejected the idea on the grounds that the war was urgent and the military's morale should not be shaken.

The most important thing at the moment is to maintain the morale of the army, continue to persevere, delay the main force of the Beastmen, and wait for the Ratmen reinforcements to arrive.

Otherwise, one would be left alone on three sides. The tribe's intention was obvious. Of course, Al did not have enough troops to encircle the enemy on the plains, whose number was nearly twice his own.

Once the war fails and a rout occurs, it is absolutely impossible to expect the bandit-like army of pirates, criminals, mercenaries, and scum to have any honor or sense of responsibility and to regroup and return to the battlefield.

The most likely possibility is that the defeated coalition forces fled all the way south and east, and those princes, big and small - the leaders of different pirate groups and mercenary groups, suffered heavy losses, and even if they still wanted to fight, they could only refuse to confront the tribe head-on under the coercion of their crew members, and instead robbed eastward, looted the Estalia cities, and finally got on the ship and fled.

He was invincible at sea and watched the situation in the kingdom.

So we have to hold on. For the pirates, we have to hold on and hold on to the line!

As long as the ratmen launch an attack, the situation will reverse instantly.

The Horde, with the opposite approach but the same purpose, attacked at all costs, defeated the enemy in the front before the Skaven completely devoured the rear guard composed of humans and wounded soldiers, turned back, and chopped out the brains of the rats that crawled out of the ground with swift blows.

The blessed bull Alastair was almost covered in blood and fragments of body tissue. The continuous high-intensity combat made this energetic and terrifying beast a little breathless.

Two of the skull magic cannons even exploded due to continuous bombardment, killing several soldiers who specialized in serving these weapons of war.

Al closed his eyes and looked inward, examining the entire scene with the blessing of the Omniscient.

On one side is the enemy's stubborn resistance, and on the other side is the aggressive new force.

The cold and fierce love that protected his whole body seemed to send out waves of tingling electric currents, stimulating Al. It was the armor bestowed by the Blood Mother that was urging Al to stand in the place where the blood river flowed in person!

"Raise the flag!"

Kael'thas, who stayed beside Ai'er, was startled and couldn't help looking up at the sky, but he could only see the huge body and flapping wings of the Griffin Queen.

Riding on a griffin, Al no longer had the heart to think about anything other than this battle. He took off his mask, put down his armor, tightened the reins with one hand, and grasped his spear with the other.

On the ground behind the Griffin Queen, a small but absolutely elite and terrifying Silent Legion was waking up from a state like a group of petrified mercenaries. With heavy and firm steps, they slowly walked towards the battlefield like tracks rolling over ruins.

"El's personal guards - blessed by God, equipped with heavy armor, armor-piercing damage, anti-infantry unit, resist charge (all), special aura, never defeated"

"Hexagram Chanter——Spell Chanting, Anti-Infantry Unit, Special Aura, Chaos Mark"

The sharp, cloud-piercing cry of the Griffin Queen spread throughout the battlefield. The marching horn was once again blown by the messenger. All the tribal soldiers in the fierce battle heard the cry and the horn clearly. An unprecedented sense of glory and enthusiasm rose in the hearts of all the coalition soldiers.

Such a glorious, sacred thing!

The only son of the Four Mothers, the commander-in-chief of chaos, the savior of destiny, the eternally chosen one of the most holy and supreme...

He will lead his powerful and invincible guards onto the battlefield!

Chapter 72: The Guards Strangled the Situation

The battle outside Tolosa was larger than any war that had ever broken out in the South in the past 150 years.

There are three parties: the tribes, the pirates, and the Skaven. Although the number of the third party cannot be confirmed yet, based on the Skaven's usual human wave tactics, the total size of the three parties directly fighting must exceed 200,000, reaching a terrifying number. This is a rare war in the entire Old World, and it will be spread around the world and in different countries. The impact it causes will directly determine the direction of the entire southern world.

Should we continue to sink under the enslavement of foreign races and tyrants, or should we reintegrate the battered country and embrace the arrival of development and revival...

Or maybe.

Being led, instructed, and ruled, they are embarked on an unprecedented third path that will either bring them infinite glory or lead them to the abyss of chaos.

Al didn't know about this either.

All he wanted now was to win the battle at hand, to defeat and route the remaining pirates as quickly as possible, and then return with his victorious army to support his adoptive mother.

"The throne is above~~~!"

“Hula! Hula!!”

Even the most enthusiastic shouts became muffled by the obstruction of helmets and visors, and when thousands of voices made such shouts in unison, it was like dark clouds covering the space, followed by flashes of light and loud thunder on the battlefield.

The guards marched in neat steps, fully armored, and covered in steel from head to toe, including their hooves and tails, like a steel track slowly but steadily rolling towards the defense line.

Compared to the general Wrathhorn Legion, the Guards Corps has a discipline that can be described as mechanical. They do not roar in excitement, nor do they show off their might after a victory, and they will not blindly charge into the enemy's formation. Considering the nature of the Wrathhorns, this is almost a restraint on their natural instincts, as if they were put in a set of thick shackles. The highly defensive and well-made armor is like a new cage.

But for the Guards, this is a vow, a self-restraint that is conquered by supreme glory and pride.

They need no battle cries or prayers to any gods.

When the guards began to shout the name and righteousness of the Everchosen and stepped onto the battlefield, this was their battle cry and this was their prayer.

As for the enemies standing in front of them, in front of the tracks of the Guards' Angry Horns slowly rolling forward, the defensive positions organized by the pirates at all costs were like a wooden house that was creaking and almost falling apart after being crushed by a tank. It only took about fifteen minutes from encountering the enemy to defeating them.

The wooden house was crushed by the tracks, leaving only debris on the ground; the defense line was collapsed, and the survivors were lucky and unfortunate in this almost massacre battle - because if they could leave this land alive, they would be haunted by nightmares and memories brought by this tragic massacre in their sleep for the rest of their lives.

All the qualities of the Guards as angry-horned beasts, the superficial irritability, bellicosity, wildness, and pursuit of glory; the deep and extreme violence, bloodlust, destructiveness, and skull hunting... were all transformed into the skills of battle formations, combat, and killing after they joined Ai'er's Guards and swore allegiance to the Eternal Chosen, the Son of the Four Mothers.

Under their icy halberd blades, even the most elite pirate warriors could only barely withstand two attacks. Often, on the third attack, their weapons would be cut off, their heads or other parts would be chopped off, and they would meet death.

These warriors who would not get tired, would not be exhausted, and had no concept of "morale" now turned into black death reapers, rapidly reaping lives on the pirate coalition's defense line, without mercy, without hesitation, and without mistakes.

The pirate soldiers, forced by the desperate pirate warlords with bayonets and muskets, were harvested, killed and felled in an orderly manner like wheat that was sent to the harvester. Latecomers filled the gaps in the battle line or were forced to meet the advancing Guards Corps. They often survived less than a few seconds before being chopped down by the sharp and hard halberd blades. Their swords could hardly reach the bodies of the black monsters. Even if they did, they could only despairingly discover that their attacks only left an imperceptible mark on the black and cold armor.

Then, the body was chopped off, the head flew off, and he lost consciousness, no longer connected to the battle, the campaign, or the war.

Soon, even with the warlord's gun at the tip of his gun and a knife at his neck, no one dared to step forward to face the sharp edges of these black death gods and block their path.

The El Guards quickly broke the stalemate with an efficient "massacre" that was no less than an ant fighting an elephant in the eyes of others, and crushed and tore apart the pirates' hard-won defenses.

Behind them, there were broken limbs, broken torsos, twisted limbs, and heads with eyes open... In the pits formed between the limbs, there was enough blood to drown the instep of El's feet.

And Al was riding on the back of the Griffin Queen, surrounded by a large number of griffins guarding him. Perhaps in battle, griffins had their own strengths and weaknesses compared to monsters like manticores and dragons, but when it came to obedience and loyalty to their masters, there was no doubt that only these "sophisticated barbarians" were the guardians that Al could trust.

With the sound of hooves, the beasts that dominated the sky swooped down, continuing to disrupt and destroy the enemy's defenses, killing and wounding enemy soldiers, grabbing those unfortunate ones, flying into the sky, and then throwing them down.

Among them, the figure of the Griffin Queen is the most eye-catching.

She is one-third larger than the largest male griffin around. She is black and white all over, except for the gorgeous golden feathers on her head, which shows her nobility. The thick feathers on her wings can be as sharp as swords or as hard as steel in combat. With one pounce, she can take away several lives and overthrow large groups of enemies.

During this process, Al gritted his teeth, gave up his sword and used a spear instead. If he used a sword, he would have to jump down or the enemy would get close to the griffin, otherwise Al could only use void output to create an atmosphere.

Use spears to pierce the bodies of those soldiers who were "fortunate" to die at the hands of the Eternal God and receive the same treatment as many epic heroes famous throughout the world.

The spears imbued with the magic power of the Eternal Chosen will drain their blood and vitality through the wounds, turning the wounded into corpses in an instant.

Under repeated attacks, the tribal coalition soldiers who followed the offensive pace of the Guards Corps were also constantly tearing apart the already shaky enemy lines.

The appearance of Ai'er and his Guards made the regular army's attack more rapid. Everyone, even if they did not believe in the Four Mothers, was eager to perform in this destined great battle, and the angry-horned beasts were even more fanatical. The blessing of the Blood River and the bonus brought by the Eternal Chosen personally fighting allowed these alien beastmen who followed the way of the Blood Mother to launch an even more fierce offensive than at the beginning of the battle.

"fu~~!"

"Wow~!!!"

The griffin swooped forward, its wings spread out, and forced back a dozen enemies. Several of them were unable to dodge and were thrown into the air, screaming in agony, and were soon torn into pieces by the monsters that swooped down one after another.

A few drops of blood splashed onto El's mask, and were quickly absorbed by the cold love and merged into the armor.

Al looked around. All the enemies were moving away from him. Before anyone holding a weapon dared to face the Eternal Chosen again, he breathed a sigh of relief and opened his mask. The battlefield was filled with smoke, and the strong smell of blood mixed with the cold air filled his nose, a completely opposite and strange taste.

Al pursed his lips and didn't feel uncomfortable.

Among the retreating enemies in the distance, several warlocks, dressed in some gorgeous, some shabby, some strange, some ordinary clothes, gritted their teeth at the commander's desperate prayer, and began to gather the wind of magic, trying to use the most powerful spell to kill the guy riding a griffin, who looked like a commander or a general.