Warhammer

The battle line is also constantly advancing towards the greenskins.

Soon the casualties reached half, and the orc general was stabbed in the stomach by several spear heads. After struggling for a while, he died. The morale collapsed and they fled to the military camp outside the city.

Seeing this, Misha ordered the Centaur Corps, which had been in a deterrent state and on standby to protect the left wing, to go out and chase down these collapsed greenskins from behind.

The battle in which the tribe rescued Bilbarri was also the final decisive battle in this three-way war, and the tribal reinforcements won the first battle.

But this is only part of the greenskin army.

If we only count the greenskin troops outside the city, it is estimated that there are only about one-tenth of them, and they are not elite.

Soon, an enemy force much larger than the first greenskin army gathered and began to advance slowly.

The artillery that had been silent for a while began to fire again. In order to make the artillery play its role again, the greenskins simply used a large number of troops armed with spears and lances to surround the artillery. The archers were placed behind the artillery, and there were also two teams of infantry for protection, so as to drive away the harassing monsters at any time. At the same time, the artillery was placed on a cart and moved as close to the front line as possible, so that the situation where the artillery's accuracy was lost due to an unknown curse (blessing) would not be so seriously affected.

Some cannons that were heavily protected in the rear camp also kept firing, targeting the monster legions, especially those spellcasters riding flying beasts. Although their accuracy was not very good, they were still a huge threat.

The real test for the vanguard troops is here!

Big guys, wild orcs, black orcs, war generals... Squig war beasts, all kinds of trolls, sea monsters, pirate gunners, goblin bows, orc bows... Those crazy greenskin shamans also walked out of the camp, holding up and waving various bone tools, dancing the Nuo dance with a wild style, and began to shout for the power of Goge Maoge, constantly drawing power from the huge Waaaaagh stand of tens of thousands of greenskins gathered together, cursing and killing the enemies in front of them.

You send out a "Roar", I release a "Brain Explosion" (literally, the two have similar effects), you send out a "Big Foot" - a ghostly green big foot falls from the sky and crushes the enemy; this side is the Destruction Molten Stream + Crow Storm.

Before the two sides officially engaged in battle, the confrontation between the spellcasters had already lasted for some time, and both the friendly forces and themselves had suffered varying degrees of losses.

In comparison, the tribe still has the advantage in magic.

As the magical wind of Pina Forest became stronger and stronger, in order to prepare for the decisive battle, Al had asked the saints in charge of the Lilith altars and the tribal spellcasters to guide the abundant magical wind of Pina Forest through more than a dozen Lilith altars and lead it to the northern border of the forest, where the tribal army was going. Although the spells cast inside and outside the city of Bilbarri cannot be as unscrupulous as in the forest, it is enough to achieve the level of "spell bombardment".

Although the number of spellcasters in the tribe is less than that of the shaman prophets in the greenskin army, their quality is much higher than the latter.

After all, since the death of the last "legendary figure" greenskin shaman, the Great Prophet, in the Battle of Blackfire Pass initiated by Justinian the Great and the "last great warlord" Gogo Mago, no powerful figures have appeared among these very annoying crazy barbarian religious lunatics.

And Al has the All-Knowing Think Tank, which contains countless magical knowledge and forbidden treasures.

Although if you delve too deeply into it, it is very likely that like the green-robed wizard, your mind will be washed away by the vast torrent of knowledge and you will become a slave carrier of knowledge - in simple terms, you will go crazy.

But as long as Al controls the source, this situation will not happen, at least not in front of him.

The green-robed wizards at the beginning were actually created intentionally by Aiur. He did not restrict their pursuit of knowledge, but correspondingly, he did not improve the protection measures for them, such as limiting the transmission volume, in order to detect whether any of the four great wizards had an extreme desire for knowledge. If Chaos revived in the future, such people would easily fall into Tzeentch's side.

Finally, it was found that the green-robed wizard had no self-control, so his soul was returned to the Omniscient Think Tank on the spot.

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The rain of fire all over the sky seemed to illuminate half of the dark clouds.

Under the light of the fire, the battlefield looked like the end of the world.

There were corpses all over the ground, and the accumulated blood was enough to cover a person's ankles.

Broken spears, broken machetes, broken axes, split armor, shattered helmets...

The shouts of killing always shook the sky.

Above the unfathomable sky, the projection of the giant god with flaming eyes has gone from being vague at the beginning to being almost solid now. The red pupils constantly overlook inside and outside Bilbarri, and overlook the battlefields of all sizes in the entire northern country, causing countless believers fighting under the six-pointed star flag to feel fanaticism and glory from the bottom of their hearts every time they look up at the sky.

The Mother of Fury placed her avatar above the sky and witnessed her followers fighting in the name of the Blood Mother!

What an honor!

The mortal army is led by Aiur, the son of God, and the gods watch the battle above the sky.

Chapter 113: Northern Expedition (Part 3)

Even those believers who were not firm in their faith and who only half believed in it in the past had no doubts at this moment:

They will die here—they will die here with great honor and grace!

Their flesh and blood are dedicated to this land and this battle for Aiur, the kingdom, and the goddess... and their souls will rise unstoppably to the world of the Black Iron Throne! Go to the pure land created by the loving mother for her children, the paradise of heaven, and receive eternal rewards!

El did not ride a griffin. He was only accompanied by the fifty-five immortal guards. All other warriors who could be considered El's guards were sent out by him.

"If the enemy defeats my legion and comes to my side, then your staying here will be useless."

Only these silent soldiers whose wills are deeply bound to Ai'er do not need to leave his side.

Al held his sword, hugged his helmet, and stood on an inconspicuous hill, barely able to take in the entire battlefield.

Chaos.

It's all chaos.

At the moment before the decisive battle breaks out, the enemy and us may not realize it yet, or even if they realize it, they don't care. That is:

No one in this battle could claim to have experience in commanding a large army of over 100,000 men.

Al didn't have it, and neither did the warlord Mao Liang.

Besides, Al intuitively felt that the other party didn't seem to be directly commanding the other side.

When the main forces had left the battlefield and Ai'er's army arrived in time to join this unprecedented war, he discovered with horror that even if he was tied together with Misha, Kael'thas, Hera and other descendants, and with the blessing of religious beliefs and the high degree of obedience of the soldiers, it would be difficult for this huge army of the tribe to be controlled at will.

Even if El had a plug-in that allowed him to mentally connect with the powerful individuals in the legion, it was not enough.

He could respond to one or ten situations, but if there were a hundred or a thousand, Al's memory wouldn't be enough and the processing speed wouldn't be fast enough.

It also takes a certain amount of time for orders to be issued, accepted, understood, and implemented. The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, and it is impossible to pause or adjust at half speed at any time like in a game.

In the game, there are a total of 40 soldier cards on both sides of the enemy and us, that is, 40 or more troops, and a total of more than a dozen spells. At the normal speed, many people will be in a hurry, with fires everywhere and fire fighting everywhere. They have to rely on the pause method to repeatedly micro-manage.

The real battlefield will be thousands of times more complicated than this.

In the end, Al simply gave up his duties as the "General Staff" because he found that the greenskins fought more chaotically. In comparison, teamwork and discipline were stronger. Even if the bonus from the Blood Mother would slightly weaken this factor, it was much more effective than the greenskins' messy fighting style.

He only connects with the most critical commanders, receives their reports, and then passes orders down the chain.

Give frontline officers complete autonomy in battle.

Even with the help of maps and mental connections, Al still felt deeply inadequate, which made him realize that perhaps the limit of his command ability was really just the battle of Tolosa.

One hundred thousand people, some of them are beyond his talent.

Misha, on the other hand, performed very well. As the deputy general and the commander on the front line, she maintained a very stable style when Al felt overwhelmed. She issued command lines smoothly without any confusion, ensuring that the army remained a whole and was not separated from the main force and surrounded by the enemy during the battle.

Seeing this, Al simply sent all his guards out and gave them to Misha to protect her. At the same time, he also gave her more cards in her hand. It was equivalent to entrusting the troops to the AI ​​since he couldn't operate them.

After all, as a potential second fighting force, El is not afraid of running away, not to mention the fifty-five Immortal Guards, the upgraded and strengthened Primal version of the Wrath-Horn Guards, which is also half of the Medieval Beastmen Guards. If he puts these Immortal Guards into the battlefield, it is estimated that they can at least play the role of a thousand Wrath-Horned Beastmen, which are highly mobile, high-armor, high-output and enchanted Gundam warriors.

Therefore, Al was not too worried about his personal safety, at least for now. It had been more than half a day since Misha defeated the first greenskin army that came to test the city. The land outside the city had changed from the brown-green color at the beginning to the black and red color today. Thomas and the river flowing to the estuary were also stained with a lingering red color.

Al felt that the warlord was not in direct command on the opposite side, but the flag of the warlord himself was flying in the center of the greenskin army, calling on and encouraging the boys and big guys to launch attacks again and again, making even killing weapons like the barbarian bull have its blade bent and covered with scars.

Alina tried to organize a decapitation and took Alastair with her to take down the warlord's camp, but Al felt that there was great danger in it, so he sternly stopped his adoptive mother's adventurous action. The latter could only lead the Centaur troops to repeatedly attack the flanks of the battlefield, killing indiscriminately.

There were so many greenskins that Al wondered if they had planted tens of thousands of acres of spore farmland somewhere, had harvested one or two crops of mushrooms, and greenskin orcs grew out of the mushrooms.

There were so many that it seemed impossible to kill them all.

In reality, beyond the red and black is a dense tide of green that follows one after another. However, from Al's God's perspective, the green dot that symbolizes me is still less than half of the red dot even after such a bloody battle in which the two sides are two pure violent machines strangling each other.

The burning pain of the cold love that reached him became stronger and stronger, and the call for the blessing of the "Blood River" became louder and louder. They drank their fill of blood, and their master behind them - the giant god who was high above, watching the fighting in the mortal world with the eyes of Aiur, the surging blood sea and corpse tide, his mother goddess was urging him:

Step into the battlefield yourself!

Join the most exciting, enjoyable and glorious battle!

Ai'er has been restraining these influences. He does not want to take risks. The last time he went to Tolosa was to seek an opportunity to defeat the enemy, but this time is different. The scale is too large and the risk is too great. The greenskins still have a backup plan. For example, the warlord has not yet brought his personal guards to the battlefield. Ai'er cannot act rashly.

His survival is the key to victory or defeat...

Well, maybe not absolutely.

Maybe after he got into an accident, the furious Alina went berserk and destroyed the opponent's map, or Misha remained calm and commanded like a god to defeat the greenskins... But that didn't seem to have anything to do with him. The tribe was entering a new era.

So Al couldn't move.

At least......

He couldn't move until the big warlord did.

The commander is the mountain, although the tribe's legion is a "Three Mountain Empire", namely the centaur Alina on the fighting side, the eldest daughter Misha on the command side, and the supreme leader, mascot (crossed out) side, Al.

Mountains cannot be moved lightly...

A few blind and ferocious bats broke away from the group and flew to the rear of the battlefield. They seemed to have set their sights on Al, who was surveying the entire situation here, and began to fly in this direction.

Al didn't take off his mask and took a look at them. These guys with extremely low IQ but very good perception of danger immediately flapped their wings and flew in the direction they came from in panic.

"Ugh......."

In just a few breaths, Al sensed the passing of more than a dozen lives belonging to the tribe.

Human beings... no matter whether they are humans or beastmen, after coming here and fighting this war, they are all his believers and people.

It's Al's loss.

"Still not coming out?"

He had waited long enough.

The big green-skinned warlord is usually a very powerful general. He didn't let Alina enter the front battlefield because he was afraid that his adoptive mother would be ambushed. He also didn't show himself because he was worried about being beheaded by the green-skinned people. What's more, the enemy has the advantage of artillery. If he calls for artillery bombardment, what if a shell breaks through the defense?......

But now Al doesn't want to continue this difficult game, but victory will definitely belong to him in this situation. It's a game of hide-and-seek to see who can keep calm.

But he wouldn't say he would go straight to the battlefield...

"It's been a while since I last used this thing. I thought it would work once or twice a year, but it's been out of commission for so long..."

Al looked up at the sky and communicated silently with his four mothers.

Not long after, a dark and deep crack that seemed to swallow up all the light suddenly appeared in the sky.

Al summoned a manticore and had one of his immortal guards ride on it and fly into the air.

The rift connects the two worlds and is constantly eroding the existing laws in this space.

An extremely powerful aura of destruction is brewing within.

Al just didn't believe it. He threw down the AOE to clear the field, but the green-skinned warlord didn't move!

If he doesn't move, just blow up the camp to the ground! Then go to Bilbarri and annihilate the remaining greenskins!

Chapter 114: The Iron Throne and the Battle of the Four Armies

The Iron Throne, adorned with the skulls of countless warriors, fighters, monsters, and behemoths, and the trophies gained from challenging them, symbolizes the highest glory of the path of strife and battle.

Throughout the long river of time, countless powerful warriors have gone through countless battles, just to gain the qualification to enter the Blood Mother Realm, go to the Black Iron Throne, and present the spoils to the Supreme, the Mother of Fury.

In the realm of chaos, countless souls are fighting in a world without the concept of space, just to present a hearty and exciting battle to the Lord of Fire and Fury, the hot-tempered Mother Goddess on their throne.

The Iron Throne is also the most powerful and influential of the Four Mothers' domains.

Now, its projection was pulled into the real world by Al.

An endless throne phantom, like a floating city reflected in the sky, enveloped the entire battlefield.

There is no concept of space or even time in the Chaos Realm, but the Blood Mother's Black Iron Throne is the origin of which Ai'er can clearly see in the All-Seeing Think Tank:

This throne was built for the Mother of Fury by a hundred ancient Sky Titans using materials from twelve worlds that had experienced great destruction and only had partial remnants left. It took them three thousand years.

In the countless years that followed, there was an endless stream of believers and warriors offering spoils and victories to the throne, and its size continued to grow, even becoming a terrifying giant war machine. In the unforgettable war between the Blood Mother and some other Chaos Demigods, the Black Iron Throne once broke away from the Blood Mother's realm, and as a lone iron fortress in the Chaos space, it smashed the hostile world...

Not only is it a toilet, it can also be used as a wheelchair for high-speed racing in the subspace.

Naturally, Ai'er could not pull the real body of the Black Iron Throne into the mortal world. Even if he could, by that step the Gate of Chaos would have been completely opened, and the medieval world would have been completely pulled into the realm of chaos. By that step, even the Four Gods could come to the mortal world in person - and there would be no concept of the mortal world.

This war fortress covering the sky is not even one ten-thousandth as powerful as the genuine one sitting under the ass of the Mother Goddess of Aiel. It is largely just a disposable oversized bomb, but it is completely sufficient for this battle.

If Al does not consider the loss of victory or defeat, and only looks at the destructive power, it will not be a problem to destroy the entire Bilbao including the surrounding environment.

The huge iron block and steel tip burning with gunpowder broke away from the shadow of the throne in the sky and fell like a fire meteor, dragging a long tail of flames and smashing into the legion.

There was explosion after explosion, and it was so pleasing to the ear when it happened among the enemy team.

Countless people noticed the unusual sight in the sky and witnessed the appearance of the incarnation of the god and the Black Iron Throne one after another. For the Blood Mother's believers, there was no greater joy and symbol of fanaticism than this.

This is a great holy war!

Although any bloody battle is a holy war for the Blood Mother's believers, this is the first and only time that such a grand and sacred scale has been adopted.

Every time a meteor falls, when steel burning with outer fire hits the greenskin team, it will cause a corresponding burst of fanatical cheers and war cries in the tribal army. In contrast, the greenskin team is in a panic, and morale drops rapidly. After all, the strongest and bravest big guy cannot ignore the deadly threat that may hit his head at any time and continue to fight the powerful enemy.

Under Aiel's control, the Iron Throne, which kills enemies with its height and enchantment through self-disintegration, looks like a thing made by the greenskins. Those junk cannons will drop and scatter some parts from time to time while moving, which is the case with most of the greenskins' war machines.