Warhammer

Will's accumulated anger seemed to have found an outlet. He kicked the servant away, but the dagger was also taken away by the latter.

He did not give up, and rushed forward to grab the attendant's collar. "No matter what happens, that old man always makes me endure, make me rational, and make me lick the soles of that bastard's shoes! And he is even willing to help him hide it from the imperial court and lead the army to the forest to find a woman who has been missing for more than half a year!"

Back to last night.

After the military meeting, Will was full of resentment and lost sight of the beautiful busty village girl, just like the spell-casting process was interrupted many times. Will was so angry that he decided to humble himself to the prostitute who was following the army. However, he could not stand his tent being visited by so many soldiers and farmers in one day, so he quietly took the prostitute back to his own tent.

However, when things got to the point, Rhine, who was inspecting the camp with old Hart and a group of staff at night, pushed the door open with his men. Will, who was holding the prostitute in a ramming posture and launching the last wave of charge, completed a launch in front of almost all the senior officers and generals in a very embarrassing way.

Rhine walked over expressionlessly, waved his hand, signaling the pale-faced prostitute to leave, then gently pushed away Will, who was naked and embarrassed with his pistol hanging down, and came to the sand table which was in a mess after their fight.

The ardent love made both men and women so reckless. The prostitutes first flattened the high ground with their two legs, and then attacked the plains, making a mess. They also created several streams flowing everywhere on the battlefield, making the already strange terrain more complicated.

Will's essence fell on the edge of the sand table, just soaking a knocked-over small flag that symbolized the commander.

“It was a chaotic battlefield.”

Rhine smacked his lips, and the officers burst into laughter.

Will stood behind him, his face filled with shame and anger, feeling extremely embarrassed. He looked at Old Hart's eyes filled with pity and disappointment, without even having time to open his mouth.

"Snapped!"

Rhine slapped him in the face, and before he angrily challenged Rhine to a duel, he instructed the guards to tie him up and whip him twenty times.

Will Julius was tied to a wooden stake, watching his fellow generals and officers around him dodging with a mixture of mockery, gloating, and happiness in their eyes.

The heart is ashamed.

In the end, Will fainted from the pain, and Old Hart asked two servants from the Julius family to take care of him.

Twenty lashes because of military law, but he would never forget the hatred of the slap in the face from Rhine Julius, his slightly older cousin who came from a branch family and whose bloodline was far closer to the founder "Karl Legion Julius" himself.

After a night, the shame of the slap did not fade at all. Instead, it was deeply imprinted in Will's heart and continued to deepen as the left side of his face swelled.

The hatred and anger were so swift and fierce like a raging fire, yet they could not resist the weakness of being strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Will yelled and cursed at the servant, making the other party's face turn red before he breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the servant.

"He was just born a few years earlier than me!"

He sat on the shore, looking at the water and muttering to himself.

"What else has he got?"

The servants were already beginning to get fed up with the young man's willfulness and bad temper, but the Julius family's consistent militaristic tradition had instilled in these servants a strong sense of subordinates obeying their superiors.

The young attendant adjusted his mood and tried his best to comfort the only "Julius" in the expeditionary force, but a feather arrow blocked his words in his throat.

With a puff, the servant fell on his back.

A group of swift figures rushed out of the woods and rushed towards Will.

"Hurry up and mount!"

The servant who was looking after the horse hurriedly pulled the reins and rushed towards Will, but the horse seemed to sense the breath of danger, coming from the forest, from the wilderness, from natural enemies.

"It's the wolves!"

Standing nearly two meters tall, it is already considered tall among humans, not to mention its strong, swift body and ferocious hunting nature!

They have sharp teeth and claws! Mortals should not underestimate them!

Followers of the Shepherd of All Things have always claimed that the new species of beastmen, the "wolf pack", appeared after these great wars. They are the followers of the Shepherd and the White Wolf God. The two gods jointly created these terrible predators.

In the Empire's Talabek territory, the Elector Count kept a group of werewolves in captivity to serve him, and Priest Tal declared that these wolves were Tal's creations.

Chapter 27: Defeat and the Captured Knight

Will woke up from his anger and saw that the werewolf closest to him on the other side was about to rush to the stream.

He could even see the werewolf's protruding canine teeth, the blood between its teeth, and its cold animal eyes.

"Come here, my Lord!"

The servant's call brought him back to reality. Although the daze lasted less than half a second, it was enough to decide life and death in a critical moment. Will climbed up the slope without caring about his image. His boots became heavy because of the water. Will had never regretted running away from the camp that made him feel countless humiliations.

Fortunately, the distance was not far, and it would take some time for the wolves to approach him.

Will tried his best to escape. He saw the servant pulling the reins of the horse, trying to control the restless mount. The flower of hope seemed to bloom before his eyes.

They were not far from the camp, about two or three miles away. Will ran some distance on purpose because he did not want to be seen in such a mess by ordinary soldiers and civilians, but he was not stupid and would not walk too far alone in an unfamiliar land.

However, I didn’t expect these beasts to dare to reach so far!

We must go back and warn those careless guys!

In his panic, Will found a reason that would allow him to make up for his disadvantage and humiliation, provided that he could return to the camp.

Just when Will was one step closer to hope, the horses suddenly neighed as if they were whipped and ran away in all directions. The servants were caught off guard and dragged on the ground.

"Sigma!"

It only took a moment to fall to the bottom of the valley, and a group of horned wild beasts had circled to the other side of the river at some point, blocking the fastest way to escape to the camp.

What's more, now that he has no horse, he wants to break out of the encirclement on foot alone, unless Will Julius is Sigmar's chosen one.

After just a dozen steps, he arrived at the place where he dismounted. Looking around, the world was vast, and only those beastmen were so annoying.

Will's lips trembled as he rushed down again, running towards the body of the servant who was shot by an arrow. He picked up the dagger from his hand and held it tightly in his hand. Then he heard the sound of fierce treading water. Just as he raised his head, a swift figure knocked him to the ground.

The fishy breath sprayed on Will's face. A strong werewolf stepped on his sword-holding hand with one foot and pressed his chest with the other claw, making Will unable to move.

Its sharp fangs were right in front of Will, and the young man's mind went blank. Shame, struggle, and faith all disappeared without a trace, leaving only the werewolf's foul, hot breath.

He could almost hear the beast's heartbeat!

The werewolf sniffed at Will, then stepped hard on his arm, claws reaching out and digging into the flesh.

Will screamed, loosened his grip on the dagger and it fell out.

Then the werewolf left him where he was and chased after the squire, who was being dragged by his mount.

Several orcs armed with spears and short bows surrounded Will, tied him up without saying a word, dragged him across the stream, and took him into the forest.

An old beastman holding a cane, wearing a cloak and wearing the symbol of the shepherd of all things with vines wrapped around the moon on his chest glanced at Will with a cold look, then turned and walked into the depths of the jungle. The other beastmen followed him, and only a small number of wolves were sent to hunt down the servants.

"Wait in your filthy caves, you vile beasts. The wrath of justice will never be too late!"

Perhaps soaking in cold water again made Will’s mind a little clearer. He gritted his teeth and summoned up the courage to challenge: “Sigmar’s people will burn every one of your nests, chop off your heads, kill all your cubs, and ignite the sacred flame with your evil totems.”

The orcs escorting Will all showed hostility on their faces. After converting to the Shepherd of All Things and getting rid of the influence of corruption, the wisdom of most of the beastmen, although still retaining a great deal of wildness due to their primitive life, are no longer the blind and stupid race they used to be, who only knew how to destroy, eat, and mate.

With wisdom and tribes, simple identities are naturally drawn: them and us.

For the Shepherd followers, they are sometimes corrupted people who were once their own race, sometimes elves, humans, or other races.

As followers of the Shepherd God, Beastmen rarely kill each other because there are rarely any fundamental conflicts of interest, and these conflicts can often be resolved through duels between warriors, shaman debates, magic battles, and inviting third-party arbitrators.

Beastmen who enter civilized society are easily helped by their senior compatriots, and they are also willing to treat new compatriots in the same way. In colonial cities, there are often entire blocks where a large number of Beastmen gather. Although these hooved creatures who have escaped from chaos are often discriminated against or exploited by human elves, it is precisely because of this that they know that dividing tribes according to appearance will only divide their own strength, and all the long-horned and long-hoofed shepherd believers can maintain this hard-earned stable life only by sticking together for warmth.

This is also an important reason why their number is increasing day by day, because of unity.

The shaman bent his fingers slightly, and a foul-smelling wasp flew out of his wide robe and landed on Will's mouth.

The young man's legs went weak and he almost screamed, but he didn't dare open his mouth because the wasp was trying hard to get into his mouth.

"Our ancestors include humans, and are even older than humans. Now, we have escaped from the prison of chaos under the inspiration of the Shepherd of All Things."

"The right to freedom and life belongs to us alone, and only nature can take it away, not your steel and gunpowder, man."

The shaman placed his crutch on Will's mouth and pried it open little by little, allowing the wasp to get in.

Will's face turned pale and he couldn't stop dry heaving, but the wasp seemed to be stuck on his throat and wouldn't budge. Will vomited so hard that he felt like his stomach was going to come out, but he couldn't vomit the bug out.

"Tell me, why are you here?"

The shaman gently placed his staff on Will's head. Will was trembling all over and wanted to say something. The shaman saw through his thoughts and said, "If you want to spend the rest of your life with them, have them lay eggs and build nests in your body, watch their cubs drill out of your penis and drill into your eye sockets - and you will still be alive and live for a long time, then refuse to answer."

The devastated young man breathed his last and collapsed to the ground helplessly.

......

Sal stood up from the ground with a complicated expression.

It thought of the guy who looked kind, but was more active than the average cub.

In Thrall's cognition, El is the son of Zaken, which only confirms the dark prophecy that Zaken received.

So in Thrall's eyes, Aiur is part of the tribe.

But because of Alina's existence...

"Let's go straight to the old place."

Sal leaned on his crutches and looked down at Will, who was untied but looked ashen and seemed to have completely lost hope.

"Take him with you."

Chapter 28: The captured female knight's family came to the door

After taking a bath, the centaur girl took El back to the tribe refreshed.

It seems like there was a skip, but it doesn’t matter, it’s not important.

El and the horse girl went to the spring normally, and then took a normal bath. There was no weird bathroom play in between, not at all.

But Centaurs are limited by their physiology when bathing.

It's reasonable that your hands can't touch the horse's body, buttocks, etc.

As the ward and adopted son of Mamu, it is reasonable for Al to help his powerless foster mother by wiping Mamu's back and other hard-to-clean parts during her bath.

The result is that both parties are satisfied.

Then they saw Thrall coming towards them, leading a group of beastmen (fog) with an aggressive momentum and weapons in hand.

Alina gently exerted force and lifted the hammer, which she never let go of, off the ground.

The red eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Sal and his group with a scrutinizing gaze.

The silent, panting Ragehorns walked out of the camp with their weapons in hand, and the other Chaos Beastmen followed in a noisy group.

Thrall sighed. He knew this would go wrong, but it was urgent.

So it left its crutch there and went forward with the two orcs, who together carried the tied-up Will.

"Sir Al."

It stood not far in front of the horse girl, looking at Al, whose hair was still wet and had grown into a half-grown boy, and repeated the words in his mind.

"I already know the purpose of those hunters from the human world yesterday, as well as the huge army behind them."

Thrall turned his head and saw the two orcs hurriedly carrying Will forward under the inexplicably terrifying gaze of the woman horse, while untying the restraints on his upper body.

"Who is he?"

Al looked at this person and felt a little curious. Judging from his appearance, he looked like a normal human being. If he didn't have a tail behind his butt, he should be a purebred human.

I just don't know if he is from Barto or the Empire, or a native of Estalia?

"Tell me again what you know."

Sal pressed Will's head to signal him. The young man felt a little humiliated, but opened his mouth helplessly, "This unit is the advance force sent by the Empire to Margarita. The prince of Margarita promised to set aside a piece of territory for the Empire to build outposts and colonies. The court plans to use this port to increase its colonial activities in the New World and expand its influence in the Southern Kingdom..."

Thrall growled in dissatisfaction, "Let's talk about the important things! Those things about why you entered this forest!"

A glimmer of revenge flashed in Will's eyes, and he deliberately used these not-very-secret confidential nonsense to perfunctorily answer.

Secrets? What did a group of wild beasts in the forest know? As long as he could make them unhappy and angry, he would feel a slight sense of revenge.

"A woman from the imperial noble family, Julius, joined a caravan half a year ago, traveling from Bretonnia to Estalia, and was ambushed by you beasts on the way."

"Someone saw the beast knock the sword out of her hand, but it didn't kill her. It's not clear what happened after that."

"Some people think she died long ago, torn to pieces by beasts, while others believe she is still alive and want to find her."

Will said with a mocking look on his face.

"Her name is Celestine Julius."

"The commander of the army outside is Rhine Julius, her cousin, an arrogant and paranoid guy."

"The wizard has used magic to confirm that she is still alive. They will not give up until they find Celestine..."

Al didn't say anything. He didn't recognize either name, but he intuitively believed that she was Celestine.