Warhammer

Sal sniffed and turned to look at Al.

"In the past six months, only one human woman was brought back alive..."

The shaman spoke in a low voice, fearing to anger Al or the giant beast beside him.

The boy remained silent.

"Your biological mother, that woman..."

Will, who was sitting in a daze with his head down, suddenly opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he tried hard to control himself so as not to show any abnormality.

"Half a year..."

Al was overwhelmed with emotion.

After being missing for half a year, he still fell into the hands of a group of beasts that were even more terrifying than the black Africa of decades ago and more cruel and brutal than the thugs, warlords, and KGB members. Despite this, there were still relatives who did not give up the almost slim hope.

Is this a relative?

He suddenly developed a desire for his biological mother, an emotion beyond anticipation called "envy."

The centaur girl noticed something and turned her head. Behind the herd of beasts, a blonde woman holding a sword was standing there, looking at this place.

Thrall put the words of request on his lips and then said them back. He suddenly felt that it might be a better choice to wait for Al to make a decision at this time.

"Let's go Alina."

The centaur carried him towards Celestine. After thinking for a moment, Sal grabbed Will with one hand and followed.

The beastmen all made way for the Beast King and the Son of God. Only Celestine stood alone at the back, looking at Alina.

Celestine was moved by the woman's interesting gaze and she gently clenched her dagger.

She had known the horrors of the darkness.

So as long as there is a one in ten thousand chance, she will no longer be a prisoner of darkness.

"Your relatives are here."

The woman stopped not far from Celestine and asked Sal to lead Will up.

"Celestine!"

Will didn't have a deep impression of her. They didn't belong to the same branch and had only had a lot of contact when they were young. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by the woman's appearance.

A flower on the mountain top that has withstood the wind and frost but remains stubborn and strong.

The female knight's face showed the fortitude that comes naturally from someone who has experienced hardships. Her beautiful appearance has lost most of its childishness and fragility, leaving behind a temperament that makes people yearn for and desire to be understood.

For almost a moment, Will thought he saw a famous painting called "The Female Warrior", which depicts the legend of a female knight who endured setbacks but stood firm and fought bravely.

He saw something unique in those brilliant golden eyes, which reminded him of the largest portrait hanging on the family's glorious wall, the portrait of Karl Legion Julius, the founder. The two had the same temperament.

This was the first time in half a year that someone had called out her name, except in nightmares.

She looked at Will, her lip trembling.

"Your relatives are here, they are still looking for you."

Al's nose felt a little sore as he spoke. He rubbed his eyes quickly and wondered in his mind whether this was a thought from his heart or whether his mind was affected.

Maybe both?

His eyes were complicated.

Celestine, the woman he had only called mom once (not counting the time when he begged for mercy), and who unsurprisingly received no response, was his mother.

......

El put his hands on the horse girl's back. The latter seemed to have noticed something, turned sideways, and gently touched El's head.

So far, I shouldn't have been so persistent.

"We will send you back to your family. Tell him not to enter this forest. He is not a human being... This is not a place for him."

El patted the horse girl's back and she turned around in tacit understanding.

Chapter 29: Angry!

Thrall led the way with a few believers. The team walked out of the forest and stepped onto the hills. In the distance, they could already see a human camp.

Celestine walked in the middle of the team, alone, while Will walked in the front, guarded by two orcs on his left and right. From time to time, he would sneak a glance at Al riding on the Centaur, thinking silently.

The woman noticed it immediately, but didn't care.

A group of cavalry were passing by here along the flat road from the camp. They spotted Al and his companions from afar, and they all stopped their horses to look around. At the same time, several knights turned their horses around and went back to the camp to report the news.

"almost."

Thrall reminded, and then the two orcs began to untie the ropes on Will.

Celestine also walked out of the herd. When she passed by Al, the boy turned his face away and didn't look at her.

The female knight paused, then walked down, and there was no further communication between the two sides.

The woman touched Al's head, her face not revealing any joy in her heart. Now she was the boy's only "mother".

A horned beast pushed Will down the slope. The young man rolled straight down and got up from the ground covered in dust. He didn't even dare to stay and wait for Celestine, and ran towards the knights.

The beastmen laughed mockingly, which made Will's escape seem even more embarrassing. The tribesmen looked down on such a coward who abandoned the female and the young and ran away.

At this time, Al dared to look at the back of the female knight as she left. He watched silently from behind the horse girl as the female knight gradually went away, until two cavalrymen came up and brought the two back to the queue.

The sound of trumpets was heard from the camp in the distance, and the army could be seen gathering in the shadows.

The rangers sent out a few more riders to escort Celestine and Will away towards the camp. Al sighed inwardly, feeling both relieved and a little regretful.

"let's go."

The centaur girl seemed to know that he was in a bad mood, so she did not travel slowly with Thrall and the others, but instead carried El all the way into the wilderness.

Celestine suddenly stopped and looked back towards the hills, but there was no one there.

Will rubbed the wound on his face, cried out in pain, and gritted his teeth as he planned his scenario to attack Rhine.

......

"Don't you want to leave her?"

The woman put the boy under a tree, took a longbow from a branch, drew the bow and looked into the distance as if searching for prey, while asking questions casually.

"A little bit indeed."

Al told the truth, he had complicated feelings.

The woman's horseback was facing him. Al couldn't see the playful smile on Alina's face as she bent her bow and drew her arrow. He just confided his thoughts to her:

"After all, she is my biological mother. It's just that the situation is so complicated that there is no chance for a loving mother and a filial son."

Al lay down against the tree, sighed, and looked up at the sky.

It was as if he could see the reflection of his own eyes in a clear blue mirror; the Blood Mother sitting on the skull seat was looking at the scenery of the mortal world through his eyes.

"But it's a good thing to end it this way. At least I don't have to worry about being forced to become a filial son in the future...ah, it seems like I have no chance of getting maternal love and family affection."

Al complained in self-abandonment.

Then the Centaur Girl got angry.

She shot an arrow that pierced through an unlucky wild deer, and the deer fell straight down, flapping its wings a few times before becoming motionless.

Then the woman-horse put away her bow and turned to look down at Al, who was still confused.

"Eh?"

Al was confused.

The centaur girl seemed to be emitting a dark aura, and she looked even more evil.

She gently grasped the back of Al's neck and lifted the boy up.

There was a sick, crazy smile on his face.

"Doesn't mom love you enough?"

"Uh, that's not it."

Before Al could finish his explanation, the Centaur rudely pressed his head to his chest.

"Drink, mom will feed you."

"No, obviously not!"

If Al had just given in or called her mom to please her, perhaps the matter would have been over. However, his first reaction was to raise legitimate questions that were reasonable but not to the Centaur's liking.

The smile on Alina's face became brighter, but her expression was slightly exaggerated, making her look like she was forcing herself to smile.

"You were so obsessed before... you are such a bad boy."

She whispered, leaning in close to Al's face.

"Mom, I'm really going to be angry..."

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A knight dismounted and walked, and gave his horse to Celestine like a gentleman. He originally planned to lead the horse for the woman in front, but the female knight who had been decadent for half a year did not feel ashamed of her identity at all.

She rode the completely unfamiliar mount as flexibly as if she were driving a part of her own body.

The knight chased for a few steps and found that the woman was not at all panicked or about to fall, so he quietly turned over and sat on the back seat of his teammate.

In the camp.

The servants were putting armor on Rhine, and old Hart was leaning against the door with a lonely look on his face.

A shocking piece of news was reported by the Cavalry.

Rhine's hand trembled as he took the sword, and it froze in mid-air. The sword bestowed by the court fell to the ground and no one picked it up.

There was no trace of the former rationality and demeanor on the face of the little griffon (Emperor's words). Instead, he looked more like the restless and willful Will Julius, whom he had never liked.

"What did you say?"

He cast an incredulous look at the messenger.

......

Rhine walked quickly to meet him. A white horse was coming towards him, and riding on the horse was a figure that he had thought of in many possible ways.

Rhine stopped, covered his forehead with one hand, took a deep breath, his eyes reddened, and he held back his tears.

"welcome."

His voice suddenly became very hoarse, but everyone could hear the joy and excitement in it.

"Welcome home, cousin."

The female knight opened her arms and hugged him.

"It's still the same as when we were little, Rhine."

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, and Rhine's tears suddenly flowed out.

"Don't cry in front of your men, don't show your weakness, man of Julius."

Rhine burst into laughter, separated from Celestine, gently patted her shoulder, and said calmly: "You are still the same as before, you like to preach."

......

"Bang!"

Rhine swept all the letters, orders, and candlesticks off the table, pushed away old Hart who came forward to dissuade him, and slammed his sword hard on the sand table.

"How could it come to this!"

"Shame! Blasphemy!"

His hair and beard were standing on end, and he was roaring irrationally at Old Hart. Will sat on the ground with his legs crossed, leaning against the wall.

The staff officers gathered outside the tent and did not dare to go in.

"What now, my Lord?"

Will had a sarcastic expression and his movements were leisurely.

"The woman you saved with so much effort has given birth to a bastard child for a Chaos-worshiping beastly scum, my Lord."