Warhammer

If we bring them to Margarita and stay there for a while, maybe those hundreds of thousands of people will become just deer girls. What difference between humans and animals, what half-civilized low-level beasts - I will like deer monsters all my life. PS: Deer monsters are the best in the world!

That is to say, beastmen are generally more simple and honest, and in addition to their charm, deer demons also have a sacred aura, so no beastman would dare to blaspheme them.

But if one day an extreme fan comes up and seduces and deceives one of these forest elves, who are so beautiful, innocent and kind that even Al can't bear to kill them (no other meaning, it means fucking sheep, horses and then deer), then Al feels that even if he chop off a hundred heads, he won't be able to vent his anger.

Fortunately, the deer demons are just simple, not really stupid. Like El, they have a certain ability to discern lies and detect malicious intent. As long as they do not leave the environment controlled by the tribe, they do not have to worry about being abducted.

The real power of this blessing bestowed upon El by the Shepherd of All Things may lie in the deer demons' terrifying ability to seduce, which is so powerful that it applies to all races.

Making humans like and accept beastmen is the greatest role that Al thinks the deer demon can play.

So we really want to form a deer demon girl group, right?

Al was thinking and watching the star-chasing chaos caused by the deer fairies. Many fanatical converted soldiers regarded these charming deer fairies as messengers sent down by the gods, fairies who spread happiness and stability to the suffering mortal world. They would even kiss the hoof prints left by the deer fairies after they ran past, and grab the mud from the places where they stepped and put it in their pockets as some kind of sacred relic.

This left Al with nothing more than covering his face.

There's another benefit.

As the darlings of nature, the deer demons and the environmentalist wood elves may be able to exert influence in this regard after they come to Pina to rent.

Al held the sheep mother and rode on the centaur girl, and after entering the forest, he was like a fish entering the sea.

After twenty years of urban experience, he now feels that the air is truly "fresh and sweet". The power of the magic wind flows here, mixed with some insignificant, familiar, and comfortable chaotic atmosphere. The Pina Forest is so pleasant.

This kind of happiness of being in his element is something he could never experience even at a party in Margaritaville.

This is the birthplace of Ai'er! His hometown! His base! His home base!

His first murder was here, his first war was here, his first sex was here, his first multiplayer, group sex, oral, foot, breast, thigh, armpit, and back sex were all here.

There are more than 300,000 people here who are loyal to him and will never betray him. This is the incubator of his legion. Ai'er's ambition to conquer the world, dominate the universe, and end the world immediately will all draw nourishment from here, and then he will go out into the world with his goal!

"What a beautiful Pina Forest!"

Al cheered, and the green light rolled up the grass leaves, slowly opening a huge portal in front of him.

The shamans are working together to cast spells to link the power of the earth veins here with the tribal headquarters.

The next moment, Al traveled a thousand miles and arrived at the center of the headquarters where he had hurriedly led the legion north within two days of his last visit.

He had governed here, built an army, and educated his children, and then he went out from here and expanded the area controlled by the tribe tenfold.

The land had been razed to the ground, and tens of thousands of people were gathering on it, waiting to welcome the Eternal Chosen One and his invincible legion, to whom they were loyal, back with supreme glory.

"Cheer!" Al took off his mask and made the atmosphere in the audience boil with just one sentence.

"Because I'm back!"

The overwhelming cheers and songs of praise were endless, and the momentum seemed to make the entire Pina Forest tremble.

141: Grand Celebration

"We have returned with glory! From the forest to the city, everyone is feasting! Blessed are the Four Mothers! Thank you, Goddess!"

———Raymond Duncan, the Margaret bard, followed the Union Army in the Northern Campaign and published a military biography.

Al fulfilled his oath and brought back an unparalleled glorious victory to everyone.

After Ai'er returned with his legion, Pina Forest entered into a celebration ceremony that lasted for half a month. The warehouses were opened wide, and anyone could enjoy an endless supply of wine and food. Parties and competitions were held from morning to night, one after another.

After El was teleported back to the capital through the earth veins, he simply disbanded the legion. Those who had families went back home, and the "New Army outside the Forest" recruited outside the forest followed the old new army soldiers and officers in small teams and joined this grand celebration and carnival.

The joyful atmosphere does not need to consider divisions such as identity, occupation, and ethnicity.

All they have to do is walk to a gathering point where people are drinking, sit down, and raise their glasses together with the beastmen and humans present. They will naturally blend in with the crowd. This is the trend of future ethnic integration in the tribe, and it is the legal principle of "expansion-rule-expansion" of Aiur.

El has always emphasized the concept of "equality, unity, and harmony among all races" and has achieved initial success in the southern control area. Among the Estalia soldiers who followed El in his battles and watched the unstoppable Beastmen warriors crush one terrible enemy legion after another, there was even a sign of worshipping the Beastmen tribe due to their admiration for their strength.

As victories were won one after another, especially in the decisive battle when the Blood Mother performed miracles and destroyed the greenskin army, the faith of the Blood Mother in the coalition now completely dominated the absolute mainstream. Even many nobles and powerful armed forces from the south who had not yet been recruited by Ai'er began to openly worship both beliefs.

It has become a custom to call out to Mirmidia, pray to the Blood Mother, and offer the Blood Mother's skull as a blood sacrifice to the throne.

Because Myrmidia seemed to have done little to protect Estalia in this war, except for the "God's Chosen Champion" that very few people saw in person in the city of Bilbarri.

But the Blood Mother truly demonstrated her boundless power, and her followers won glorious victory after glorious victory while the Myrmidian followers were losing ground.

One hundred and fifty years is a long time, considering the human lifespan.

The low-key nature of the gods and the explosive development of all aspects of the material world have made many things different from the past. For example, faith is a typical example. People have become more pragmatic and practical, and the influence of faith on all aspects of society has begun to decline, gradually turning to be combined with tradition and culture.

However, when people have experienced a life-and-death crisis, and when another "real" belief that can bring benefits to the people begins to infect the spiritual realm of the Estalia people under the defense of swords and the support of power, they are easily drawn away by such influences.

This is the reason why Al dares to swallow the big with the small and has the confidence to expand further in the future.

With a scripture in one hand and a sword in the other, four Chaos Goddesses stood behind him, supporting the rise of the Kingdom of Aiur and the expansion of its power.

The tribe is a rising war machine, but also an insatiable gluttonous monster and a giant stomach that can absorb nutrients at a high speed and convert them into power.

In the course of several years, it will bring the millions of people of Estalia into the domain of the Four Mothers, unified by the Four Mothers and their children, the Eternal Chosen. This is something that has never happened before, a belief that no matter how it is beautified, justified, explained or described, cannot conceal its roots as a "Chaos Cult". It is a belief that completely controls a mortal kingdom not with swords, but by conquering from the body to the mind.

No matter how hard Al tried to cover up and disguise himself, just like the Byzantine court on old Earth created a large number of glorious, noble and fancy titles to bestow upon the nobles, he transformed "Eternal Chosen" into meanings such as "Eternal Monarch", "Eternal King" and "The Only Chosen King" for external propaganda.

He couldn't change the true meaning behind the word.

It is also impossible to cover up with words alone, and to tamper with the intricate mutual influence between the Four Mothers' beliefs and the Four Chaos Gods.

Just like this seemingly endless party, there will eventually be a time when peace returns.

Before the tribe's greatest secret is detonated and he becomes the target of public criticism, he must enjoy the feast as much as possible - before the power that can destroy him attacks, he must exercise his muscles as much as possible, sharpen his sword and shield, eat and drink his fill, and become the most powerful and terrifying Leviathan in the world, a Leviathan that his enemies only hope not to be devoured by.

.........

Al was not wearing a mask. He sat on the throne which he had not sat on for a long time and felt somewhat unfamiliar with. He leaned in the arms of the sheep mother. The orc maids placed pedestals around the throne, which were filled with all kinds of delicacies.

Feeling extremely comfortable, Al squinted his eyes and looked at the lively scene in the hall where officials and tribal people gathered together and toasted to celebrate, feeling relaxed after a long time.

He raised his glass from time to time and signaled to the people below the steps. Some excited subjects stood up with their glasses in hand and responded to Al's greetings.

The general sat with the farmer, the interior bureaucrat and the soldier sat shoulder to shoulder, talking about everything.

A very joyful scene.

The gospel apostles are natural revelers and masters of creating joy. They roam around every banquet and gathering place, using all kinds of decent and positive entertainment methods to make people's emotions more excited.

Pleasure is the breeding ground for depravity, and Al will not let up on that.

Especially to the followers of a guy who is of the same body and position as the most shameful guy among the Four Gods.

The former servants of the Shadow, who are good at lurking and disguising, are now the elite members of the Shadow Watch of the Sixth Legion. Under the instruction of Aiel, they monitor the actions of the Pleasure Followers to ensure that there will be no depraved behaviors such as promiscuity and group sex that would pollute the morals of the tribe.

The positive and happy emotions brought by the hundreds of thousands of people in this celebration were enough for Al's mother to enjoy. If she showed any more depraved tendencies, Al would not hesitate to perform surgery immediately.

There is no threshold to enter Ai'er's palace. For the tribesmen, it is even more convenient if they are people with medals of honor.

Tell Ai'er's guards that if you want to go in, you only need a legitimate and convincing reason:

Even if you just say "I want to go see His Highness the Son of God today", you can usually enter the review process. If you are fast, you can enter the hall in no time and worship El at a close distance at a position near the periphery - of course, El may not be there.

If there is nothing else, Al will meet with the people who want to see the Son of God again.

If Ai'er is in the court meeting, he cannot enter. He can apply for a visit when no one is there. Of course, it is limited to the main hall and the atrium during meal times, and the palace will provide a meal.

Of course, given the tribesmen's enthusiasm for Ai'er, it is very likely that the palace will receive thousands of tourists every day, and Ai'er will be too busy from morning to night.

Fortunately, the people are still conscious. They will not frequently pay homage to the palace and increase Al's workload. Generally, they only pay homage to the palace during major events, such as the newlyweds paying homage after a wedding or taking a walk outside the palace with their children after the birth of a child.

Like a pilgrimage.

You must go there at least once in your life.

Chapter 142: The first sentence I heard after the silver party was [Two in One]

During the celebration, Al opened the curfew, and the steps from the main hall to the palace gate were filled with tables and wine tables, which were available to the public for unlimited use. During these days, many people stayed outside the palace every day, waiting for someone to come out so that they could have the great honor of entering the palace and drinking in the same room with the Son of God.

However, the courtyard of El was sealed off, so he had to leave some private space for himself and his harem.

These days he was driven entirely by instinct.

Enjoy the food at night, eat and drink during the day, and go to the Seven Stars Entertainment Club from time to time.

Holding the sheep mother, the girl riding the horse, with a white lady in the left hand and a black lady in the right hand, the maids consisting of eight little hoofed sheep girls are lined up in a row and are revealed one by one, and the Galaz widows are now responsible for the role-playing, revealing everything to El.

If it weren't for magic, the mats and blankets in the entire palace would not be enough. Several of them would be wet after one sex. One party could last from morning to night, and the entire harem members, including the harem's architectural scenes, would be reviewed completely.

It seemed that they had become wary of El, who had been away for almost a year and had brought back several human women. The sheep maids, for example, had been serving very diligently during this period. Although their fighting power was still the same as before, and El could easily disarm them with his lance, they would still insist on using their mouths, soft little hands, and breasts to release his desires.

The combat capability is worrying, but the courage is commendable.

Al asked, and the little ones replied that it was their mother's teaching, to make them work harder and not be beaten up every time they were in an eight-on-one situation. If Al didn't let up intentionally, he could make the little ones tremble all over without even firing a single shot, with saliva and silver water flowing from their mouths.

Compared to the centaur girl who just holds the title but does nothing.

Yang Ma is more like the mistress of Ai'er's harem and adoptive mother.

She will manage the harem—because the centaur mother is too lazy to do so, and seeing that the sheep mother is doing a good job, Al is too lazy to intervene either. Anyway, he will just eat whatever is served to him.

She will take care of and please El—even if she doesn't do it herself. In this respect, Sheep Mom is very fair and will maintain a balance. Although El is the type of person who will have sex with whoever he wants, or whoever is close to him, if Sheep Mom indulges him too much in a period of time, or if the little ones are too harshly disciplined.

She would take the initiative to take El to find his wife or Galazi women, or vice versa, leading the maids to El and assisting him from the side.

Unlike the Centaur Girl, she does not use the Furious skill in normal combat, and her combat power is very average, relying entirely on her physical strength. However, she is also very possessive, and likes to eat and take as much as she can when she is naked. She will occupy El for most of the day and will not let her adopted son leave. Only other women can come over, even lying on her to do it, but they cannot leave her side.

This kind of possessiveness, which is a bit strong but can be called "cute", not only does not cause El's disgust, but instead makes her experience more happiness.

For example, put the two wives, Malena and Yediya, between the front and rear hooves of the horse girl lying on her side, and let them lie on the body of the mighty and powerful Mother of the Son of God, the Blood Mother God's Chosen Alina, with their seductive buttocks raised, as a meat sandwich, and be pressed by El on the horse girl's body and blasted into.

Al would also teasingly call "Mom, Alina Mom", making Alina tremble all over because of his call, and then he would change the subject and play mother-son play with his wife.

The centaur mother was so stimulated that she kicked her hooves on the spot, and she wished she could get up immediately and give her adopted son a good beating for deliberately provoking her.

But love is greater than small emotions.

That time, the centaur girl waited until El had finished ejaculating on both wives, and then smeared her own white liquid all over the two tempting buttocks and naked backs.

It will even taint one or two different colors, the brilliant and gentle gold, and the mysterious and quiet black.

Afterwards, the centaur girl stood up and pressed down Al, who was so rebellious that he used his adoptive mother as a meat cushion for a while and even made such a disrespectful joke.

El kept begging for mercy, but was finally pulled out by the centaur girl and used her skill "Rampage". Wearing a large smock, the centaur girl held her adopted son and ran wildly through the forests, plains and hills.

In the end, every time Al thrust hard into the horse hole that was so tight and had such strong suction that it seemed to suck him in, he would shout "Mom", and then he made three consecutive big ejaculations in the centaur's vagina before letting the breathless centaur stop.

Then the two of them collapsed together in the clear spring pool where they had washed together to restore their strength. Finally, after another gentle sex, the centaur bent her legs in the clear spring, and El stood on the shore, holding the horse's hips with both hands and thrusting, calling "Mom" softly. At the same time, the foster mother and son kept saying all kinds of sweet words to each other, and announced that this wild sex ended harmoniously with a slow and long creampie.

After this time, Al completely let himself go.

Twenty hours out of the twenty-four hours in a day, the boy's meat lance is either in the front and back holes, in the upper and lower mouths, or buried in the breasts to sharpen the sword.

One-on-one, one-on-many, sheep mother, maid, wife, widow, all come together!

Even the centaur girl was slept with by him!

What else can restrain him! What else can restrain him!

.........

Then Al was disciplined.

Sanction those who are lawless.

Her name is Misha Theseus El.

Her nickname and pet name is Niu Niu, but Al has only dared to call her that in private with the concubines in his harem. He never dared to call her by that nickname in front of his daughter, otherwise he would have to endure Misha's scary smile that was neither a smile nor a smile (but in fact she was ecstatic in her heart).

The first offspring, the eldest daughter of Ai'er, and the leader of the First Legion.

Current position:

The governor of the military affairs of China and foreign countries, the second meritorious governor of the military and political affairs of the southeast, the governor of Aimogra, the chief minister of the regent cabinet, the minister of the Ministry of War, the official sword, the eldest sister of all the heirs, the most beloved by his father, one of the three giants of the tribe, the "little father of El" and "big sister Misha" in the mouths of the heirs........

Donkey... er, rabbit...

After returning home, Al threw a party right away. Everyone ate and had fun, and Misha still had a lot of things to deal with for her father.

Once again, the eldest daughter who was left with a job calmly completed these tasks for her father, and by the way, she also formulated a plan for the number of recruits and personnel allocation for the legion. Originally, this was supposed to be done by Al, but Al, who was busy grouting at the time, patted his eldest daughter on the shoulder:

"I don't worry about your work."

Just let Misha make the decision.

Misha looked around. Kael'thas, who used to share work with her, went to northeastern Vizea to take over the affairs left by the third brother. Barbatos, like their father, handed over the work and teleported directly back to the forest. Now he was running around the tribe looking for fun. Besides having fun, he was worried that something would find her.

As for Hera...