Warhammer

"Are there any wine shops (entertainment venues) in this city?"

As Al was getting dressed, he asked a very hellish, very Huidi question.

The background is that the entire Bilbao has almost been reduced to ruins in the long tug-of-war, and broken walls are everywhere you look.

Misha was also stunned for a moment, thought about it, and shook her head.

“Maybe there are still some left, but they may not be able to continue operating in the short term.”

Al sighed.

"We need to get these done as soon as possible and do them well. The damage suffered by Bilbao is too great. It will take more than a day or two to restore and rebuild. It is better to do something to boost morale first."

"My opinion is that places like pubs, restaurants, and dance halls can be quickly restored and funded by the municipal government to become semi-public welfare public services for the general public. For example, widows, widowers, orphans, and the disabled who have no ability to make a living can be given priority, and they can also have a certain living security."

"Now the whole of Estalia is in ruins and needs to be rebuilt. Money is not important, people are the most important! Throw out the money, start circulating again, resume production, create jobs, resume consumption..."

Just after pulling up the pants and doing sex, he started to do politics. Maybe it was some kind of convention that spanned different worlds. And people like Al who can really "do politics" would naturally do it in a big way.

Misha and Kael'thas took a small notebook on each side and wrote it down.

Al, who was in high spirits, was in no hurry to meet the guests. He walked slowly in the corridor with his two children, his hands behind his back, as if they were visiting a museum or a historical site.

As they walked, Al saw a portrait hanging in the corridor. He raised his hand, pointed at the person in the portrait, and asked his two sons if they knew who that person was.

Misha shook her head. While Kael'thas was thinking, he saw Misha shaking her head and also shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.

So Al laughed and told his children:

"This man is very famous in the north. His name is 'Prescott Juan'. He was once a candidate for the sixth Prince of the City. He is a talented and famous 'Prince of Commerce' in Bilbarry. When he represented Bilbarry in the election of the king, a big news broke out at the meeting."

"The first five princes were all from Margarita, but when the sixth prince was selected, Margarita's candidate was not very good. He behaved in a dissolute manner and was very lustful. Major cities in the southern region, such as Permoz and Emoglar, did not have a good impression of him."

"It is said that he even seduced the families of the city-state representatives during the King Selection Conference. This angered some people so much that they wanted to duel with him at the conference, but they were eventually suppressed."

When it came to seducing married women, Elton paused and skipped over the matter without going into detail.

"But the real climax was when the results were announced. When the Southern Eagle announced the results himself, he announced that the winner was Prescott of Bilbarry, which caused an uproar in the audience. This meant that since the Great Crusade, the first city prince who was not from Margarita would ascend the throne and rule the kingdom. The northerners cried with joy and cheered throughout the venue. But the next day, the Southern Eagle reconvened the meeting and announced that the results of the first day were wrong. The winner was actually the Prodigal Prince of Margarita."

"This incident caused widespread dissatisfaction at the conference and even triggered a large-scale fight at the venue. Margarita's supporters and Bill Barry's supporters got into a mess, and the fight was only ended with the suppression of the church warriors."

"In the end, this matter caused a lot of uproar. The argument was enough and the commotion became too big. In the end, the Southern Eagle took the initiative to resign on the grounds of old age and frailty. He went to the Serechio Monastery in Mount Inara to serve the gods in seclusion. A priest from Bomoz took over, and the position of City Prince still belonged to Margarita."

"After that, Prescott returned to the North, gave up his claim, and chose to engage in trade. The Northerners were indignant about his experience and insisted that the Margaritas had cheated at the conference and stole the prince position that should have belonged to Bilbarri. Prescott was also respected by the Bilbarri people as an 'uncrowned prince', while the sixth Southern prince died after only a few years due to... emotional issues." Al paused at this point and skipped the topic.

"He was accidentally killed by his opponent in the duel that was triggered. However, Prescott Juan was in poor health because he had suffered a shipwreck at the time, so he fully recommended a rising star to represent Bilbarry in the election for the throne. In the end, because the inconsistent results of the previous election greatly damaged Margarita's reputation and Prescott's legacy, the newcomer was successfully elected as the seventh Prince of the City, and the only legitimate Prince of the City who was not born in the Margarita region."

"After him, there was no one in the North to take over, and the position returned to Margarita, the dramatic prince who was assassinated and triggered the North-South confrontation and the greenskins' attack across the sea..."

After Al finished speaking, he stood at the end of the corridor, opened the window, looked out at the ruins and devastation of Bilbao, and asked his two older sons:

"What do you think of this 'uncrowned king'?"

Misha thought for a moment and said, "He has the ability and knows when to advance and retreat, but it's a pity that he was born at the wrong time. However, he has never worn a crown and has never borne its weight. It is a good thing that he can leave his name in the future as an 'uncrowned person' who is regrettable and sad, but not criticized or questioned."

Kael'thas thought for a while and said, "It's a pity that the fighting spirit is not enough. God has given you a long life. The prince is incompetent and should work hard to make himself stronger. Let the city-states and the church see the sharp contrast. Naturally, the people will support him and he will have the opportunity to ascend the throne again."

His descendants studied under Al and learned his habit of speaking in a weird "Aurora accent" from time to time, including idioms and proverbs.

El stretched out his hands to touch the heads of his eldest daughter and second son respectively. Misha lowered her head obediently so that her little father wouldn't have to stand on tiptoe. Kael'thas' curly hair had the same bookish air as his body, and it felt very comfortable to touch.

"In my opinion, he just isn't brave enough!"

"What are you afraid of? What are you worried about? You should make the most of this while there is no external threat and the people are united. Bring the Northern Grand Master and the war leader to the debate. The venue must not be dispersed. No one is allowed to leave. Margarita's Southern Eagle is incompetent. Go to Miragliano and invite the next-door master as well. If necessary, also invite a few representatives from the Empire's Flaming Sun Knights headquarters to come over. Let's have a good talk!"

"The northerners are united and are determined to use the same resolution as the Margaritas intended to use force when the City Prince was assassinated. They are determined to fight a civil war if there is no explanation for this matter. Let the Margaritas have a good look at the bottom line and courage of the North. They should stir up trouble and expose the problem as soon as possible. No matter what the result is, a civil war is the worst possible outcome. After so long of peaceful development, it is time for some excitement to come to the days of making money from shipping routes and colonies."

"If we had started the fight earlier, had it produced a result and a set of rules, would the Margaritas have dared to say they would send troops across the Gedaz River and threaten the north when the eighth generation was assassinated?"

"If there is a civil war, that's fine. The North and the South will confront each other for a while. Even if there is no result in five years, there will always be a result in ten or twenty years."

"When there is competition and a test of life and death, we will have to consider development and reform, and technology will be promoted, even if it means forcing things to grow faster. It is better than being stagnant and still fighting with methods from hundreds of years ago."

"After this incident, no matter how bad the situation was, it would not have turned out like this. The fleet was destroyed at our doorstep, the capital was surrounded, and there was no rush for rescue from the north and south. In the end, 200,000 or at most 300,000 enemies without logistics and difficulty in replenishing their troops swept across the north and south. If it weren't for you and me leading the army to this point, today's Bilbarri would be filled with bones!"

"I will definitely take over the kingdom of the South, no matter if it's good for the Southerners or the Northerners, no matter if it's Margarita or Bill Barry, no matter if it's the nobles or the church... If you want to fight for it, you can't say no to the Four Mothers and the Hexagram!"

"It's a pity that the people here are facing war again. It's better than being trembling under the sword of the destroyer in fifty years!"

After Al finished his murderous words, he was full of high spirits and looked down on others as a hero, but he suddenly realized that he seemed to have instilled some bad things in his offspring.

For example, you should fight when you need to, you have to fight for things, don’t be afraid of civil war, just say what dad taught you, “If you can’t afford to fight, you can fight.”…

It just happens that there is one eldest and one second oldest.

Grass......

Al coughed and said, "I am only speaking from the perspective of a later generation. It is easy for me to speak without any hesitation. You should have your own opinions and don't just listen to one side."

"This is when there is no external threat. We can reason and reason. If we are facing a big threat, such as the Greenskins or Chaos, unity will naturally come first. Unity is above all else!"

"I guess the guests are getting impatient."

Al waved his hand, signaling his offspring to follow.

"Go meet these impatient 'guests'."

Chapter 120: Bones and Dogs, Omniscient Believer

Ai'er watched the envoys of the Bilbari people leave with a smile on his face. He stopped smiling after they walked out of the room and left the corridor, and the door was closed. He sneered in front of his two heirs.

"So, there is a reason why the people of Bilbarri have been suppressed by Margarita for a long time and are inferior to the former in politics and economy."

Al was extremely disdainful of the performance of this team of so-called "special envoys", as well as their mysterious and secretive visit to Al, and the matters they raised.

"The Yankees treat us like wild beasts in the forest. Throwing a few bones will get us to serve as dogs and thugs for them. God bless you! Did all the smart people in Bilbarry die in the siege? Why are there such a bunch of idiots here today?!"

Al was in a very unhappy mood. The reason for his unhappiness was naturally that he was deceived like a fool by a group of arrogant, ignorant, arrogant ignorant, ignorant and arrogant fools. The most important thing was that this group of ignorant fools regarded the conditions they proposed as something very precious to him and the tribe, and acted as if they really wanted to establish cooperation.

There was one idiot in particular who swore in front of Al that as long as the tribe fully supported Bilbarri, after the new city prince took the throne, Estalia would open its doors to the tribe, and both sides would trade and come and go freely. The tools and crafts needed by the tribe, as well as the furs, herbs, and minerals produced by the tribe could be circulated freely, and even low tariffs and tax exemptions would be granted...

Al almost lost control of his temper at the time, kicked him and spat in his face:

"Your country and your people have already opened their doors to me. I will take whatever I want. You stupid pig, do you think I am a dog? You are trying to trick me with a bone!"

This meeting reminded Ai'er of the early days when the tribe sent people to the towns in the north to trade with the Estalia and were slaughtered. In fact, he had already thought about leading the legion to plunder the hinterland of the north while the main force of the northerners was in a stalemate with the greenskins in the south, in order to seize technical personnel, materials and tools.

In the end, I didn't take action because I was thinking about the united front.

Otherwise, the tribal people who were detained innocently and extorted by officials and businessmen alone could become a reason for one country or one force to declare war on another.

And quite legitimately.

At that time, those northerners who were doing business were all the same, arrogant, even arrogant. Your goods can go wherever you want, and if you don’t do it, there are plenty of people who will do it - your goods must go to me, otherwise you can forget about doing business with me!

In comparison, the envoys who came today were extremely kind and sincere in both their attitude and the conditions they offered.

However, they still have a superior and arrogant psychological advantage, and they put on an extremely hypocritical, disgusting and empty "kindness".

Before this, Al had led his army to the north, and three waves of envoys came in two days to ask for help. Each time their words became more sincere and vivid than the last, and they even acknowledged his title of "Regent". Al thought that the Birbali people, who were facing a life-and-death crisis, had already given up everything and would just have a lifeline. As long as he won the battle and followed the rules, he would be able to achieve results.

As a result, the Yankees, who had just ended the war and survived the survival crisis, gave him this.

I don't know if it's naivety, stupidity, or a deep-rooted arrogance:

Perhaps because they have no experience, the northerners have not even produced Aiel. Is it possible that Aiel and his tribe, if or by any chance, will not leave after helping and stay, just as the edict of the new leader announced that "the tribes and kingdoms are originally one family"?

It seems like you really treat the tribe as a barbarian thug. At most, you are lawful in your camp, which is not bad. You can be counted on to help when your family encounters problems. Now that you have helped, you are starting to think about redistributing the family property. So, little brother, shouldn’t you go back quickly? Of course, before you leave, please stand up for me and say a few words. I will not treat you unfairly. When you go back, I will definitely reward you generously...

They were so naive that they thought they could use some so-called "open trade concessions", "relaxation of personnel movement", "respect and emphasis on the tribe's rights over the Pina Forest and part of the Inala Mountains, and the indestructible alliance between the two sides" in exchange for Aiel's prestige and achievements in leading the tribe to fight on the bloody battlefields, recover the South, and defeat the greenskin army at the city of Bilbarri, and to support them.

In the eyes of the Bilbari people, perhaps they did not regard the tribe as an opponent at all. In their eyes, the tribe was beastmen, savages, and third and fourth class people. There were many colonies, so they could consider using third and fourth class people to fight, and they would also think of the beastman tribe when raising taxes. But who would consider, when fighting for property, dividing property, and competing for position, whether the beastman "slave" might also have the ability and qualifications?

In the eyes of the envoys, and even the people behind them, these conditions were really very generous treatment for a group of tribal beastmen who seemed to have no good qualities except fighting. In Al's opinion, this natural arrogance must be severely scrubbed and cleaned up, and the arrogance towards foreign races that was rooted in the bones must be eradicated.

This group of envoys, under the banner of the Northern Parliament and several major chambers of commerce, came to play bone throwing with El, making El's good mood, which had just been spent the whole night having sex with the centaur girl, suddenly become as uncomfortable as if a lump of water had been stepped on.

As earnest as the people of Birbali had been in asking Ai’er to speed up the dispatch of troops, it was as ironic now.

It also made Al realize that the Bilbarians were not like Margaritas, and the North was not like the South.

The bones of the South have been mostly broken by the successive actions of the greenskins and pirates (Al suddenly missed the warlord), let alone the beastmen. If the ratmen suddenly came ashore and rescued them, the Southerners would also be grateful.

The North has been resisting all the time, especially despite suffering heavy casualties and refusing to surrender. This is very worthy of respect, but correspondingly—the heavier the casualties, the higher the morale of the Northerners after winning the war. The South was decapitated and collapsed, and the greenskin main force was all relying on me to hold on and win. I paid such heavy casualties, and redistributed my status and property. Shouldn't I have more?

This is a simple understanding of the laws of nature.

Al didn't deny that either.

So this makes him very difficult to deal with.

The Bilbarians maintained a substantial power structure even in the most dangerous period. Perhaps after the war, when the military factor was eliminated, it would become offset, bloated, and always quarreling. It would take ten days or half a month to discuss a matter before a preliminary conclusion could be reached... But in the final analysis, he was a real, orthodox, executive, and most importantly:

Just now, under the "command" of the Northern Parliament, the North won this patriotic war and achieved a glorious victory!

No matter how great a contribution Aiel made in this victory, the support for the Northern Parliament among the people will increase rapidly, and the overall morale of the North will be elevated to a certain extent. Psychologically, they will have a completely different advantage and confidence over those people in the South who "failed so early and are still slaves to the greenskins."

Those members of the delegation who seemed to El to be deliberately coming to humiliate him, but who were genuine (El could tell when a person was lying) and who sincerely sought conditions for cooperation with the tribe, were a preview of this situation.

It's very annoying...

Al sighed, "Why don't we quickly turn to the Night of the Long Knives, hold the meeting without guards, purge the ruling class, and then frame the pirate remnants?"

The wolf girl, who was sitting next to Al on a low stool and looked like a big dog, pricked up her ears when she heard this.

"Kill them!"

Hera howled in excitement.

During the final battle, in order to prevent Hera from rushing around, El kept the fourth child tied to the eldest daughter, and asked Misha to use her authority as the eldest sister to control the wolf girl, which made the latter very unhappy. There were not many decent battles in the whole final battle. Hera would not be angry with El, and could only follow her little father and express her dissatisfaction in a listless way.

Now hearing that there will be a massacre in the city - it doesn't matter, Hera just wants to fight to her heart's content, and doesn't care whether the target is her previous ally or enemy.

Al pinched the wolf's ears and pulled them, and Hera wilted again, making a whimpering sound of grievance.

"Well, what do you think?"

Al cast his gaze towards the corner of the room, where there was a shadow.

As he asked the question, a hooded figure stepped out from the shadows in the corner.

The man walked to the center of the room and took off his hood.

Long blond hair, elf ears, and androgynous green eyes.

He holds a blue staff and has the mark of the white tower on his body.

It was the great elven wizard who accompanied the army and was one of the few elves who took the initiative to communicate with El at the previous "reunion meeting" between the two armies.

But at this moment, underneath the wizard's robe, there was a symbol of the All-Seeing Eye.

There are also two prayer inscriptions: "The wise are not troubled, the knowledgeable are not confused, and only God is omniscient."

A follower of the Omniscient One.

In Osuan, those who are not destructive are usually monitored as "cult members", and further countermeasures will be taken if they show dangerous behavior.

However, judging from the appearance of the mage, he was probably not exposed, otherwise he would not have been able to participate in the expeditionary force's operations and become the chief mage of the army.

"The Holy One is no match for His Majesty!"

Chapter 121: The person standing in front of Al is his biological mother

As a follower of the evil god (crossed out), the elven wizard of the Omniscient even proposed that he could solve the Northern Council for Aiur. He mastered a special forbidden spell that could ensure that this matter would be silent and not easily detected.

If he takes action, he can transform those parliamentarians into a kind of walking corpse similar to the Plaguebearers of Nurgle, acting on their own instincts, a technique similar to necromancy, which can last for a period of time.

By the time the conspiracy was exposed, Al had almost completely grasped the domestic situation. With a little arrangement, he could pin the blame on the hated Free City of Sartosa.

The elves, with the wizard as their inner traitor, will not notice any problems. After the handover of state documents is completed, they will hold a courtesy farewell ceremony. This small expeditionary force is eager to complete its overseas mission as soon as possible and return to the world that can be truly called civilized in the eyes of most elves: Ossuun, or other areas under the influence of the elves.

It is possible that there are many elves who like adventure and exploration and are full of curiosity and novelty about foreign countries, but elves holding the former idea definitely account for the majority.

After experiencing the great war, this arrogance should have been restrained and changed.

However, because the elven gods tortured Slaanesh to make him spit out his soul, and even after the Four Gods fell into a strange silence and slumber due to the split of the Four Mothers, they went back to the Chaos Realm to plow the ground and snatch back a large number of ancient fallen and captured elven souls to purify and return them to the mortal world, this trend of thought "Elves are the only ones in the world - what is first and second? Are there any monkeys worthy of competing with us?" spread widely within the Federation. Those who considered themselves to be the only "superior race" after the fall of the Lizardmen, especially the "old elves" who had experienced the ancient glory and the decadent era, and returned to the glory after the decline, were overjoyed, thinking that they were destined and that they were blessed by the gods. The enthusiasm provided widespread support for the spread of this trend of thought.

Or perhaps, these lost people who have fallen, been corrupted, tortured by chaos, and twisted beyond recognition are using this method to emphasize their purity. It is unknown.

In short, even if the Elf Federation does not have a bit of xenophobia now, it has more or less signs of this, and has always pursued a policy of "conditional equality" internally and "unconditional authoritarianism" towards foreign races.

This expeditionary force has less than a hundred "returnees" (specifically those elven souls who fell before the Great War and were brought back to the mortal world by the elven gods), which is not a large proportion. Generally speaking, the identities of the returnees are kept secret in name only if they do not disclose it themselves, because there are indeed vague precautions and restrictions on the returnees of the elves within the Federation. However, these are not secrets to the archmage and he can easily find out.

But overall, this is still a force composed of a lot of traditional thoughts and the "Glory of Osun, the best in the world" righteous banners. They naturally don't think much about how long they will stay in a human city that has just been ravaged by the stinking greenskins, pirates, and Skaven rats, and is full of wreckage and ruins...