Warhammer

There are three major tribes of elves, black, white and green, and a bunch of small subspecies of elves. Some emerged after the great war, and some suddenly jumped out. When you explain their origins, it turns out that "they claimed that their ancestors fled from the chaos in ancient times and led the people to this place." Their origins can be traced back to branches and close relatives in the distant ancient times.

For example, the high similarity with Naga makes people wonder whether some capricious sea god created two races, one inferior product and the other finished "sea elves".

A group of "light elves" who are small in number but top in all aspects, and almost all of them are blessed by God; there is even a group of "lizardmen and wood elves" who think it is boring to stay in prison (enjoy life) in Osun, and run to the jungle for excitement, and inexplicably begin to worship the pyramids; and run to the badlands to hunt greenskins, and as they drive, their way of thinking also begins to shift towards greenskins. They are all savage and bloodthirsty, even more exaggerated than the "green elves" during the Asrai and Wild Hunt.

These are all the information about the elves' branches that have been made public now. As for the few that have not yet appeared or are hidden, no one knows what they are about.

With such a behemoth that was "like a god" to most of the forces in the Old Continent except the Cathay Empire, Aiel felt that he didn't know how much trouble he had to cause before he could lead a group of human roughs and a group of wild beasts to attack Osuun, just like the illusion that Huanyue showed him:

Seize the bird position of Osuun!

Grab the Everqueen and warm her bed!

This kind of opportunity.

Chapter 31: The Warrior's Legacy

"brother."

Two tall armored werewolves were leading their soldiers along the road out of the city, heading eastwards, looking towards the sea.

"The military commander wants me to be transferred back to Pina, but I find it hard to accept this arrangement."

One of the skinny werewolves was complaining to his companions:

"This is my father's war, this is our war, everyone, I don't want to be absent."

"Pina is safe enough, why do you want us to go back?"

From the flags held by the mortal soldiers and the emblem on the armor worn by the werewolves—a bleeding wolf head—it can be seen that these are soldiers under the Fourth Legion, the "Dark Iron Wolves".

The "military leader" they were talking about was none other than Ai'er's little fur coat, the simple-minded wolf girl - the ferocious and aggressive Black Iron Wolf, Hera Karen Ai'er.

The other werewolf was obviously not very good at talking. He grinned, licked his lips with his long wolf tongue, and only replied:

"Father and brother have their own arrangements."

And just this one sentence ended the conversation.

To the lord of the legion, he is also the best among all his heirs. The "Sons of El" all call him brother. Their will is the greatest when El is not around and does not violate El's arrangements. In addition, there are also centaurs.

When Al is here, Al is the greatest.

Therefore, when their names are brought up, the loyal descendants do not know what "refutation" is.

Their current mission is to patrol along the Curno Avenue from Emogla to the southeastern city of Stergus.

Due to the lack of fleet strength, the work of patrolling the coastline is inevitably neglected. Although Ai'er's rule can be said to be politically stable and harmonious, there are still a few stubborn elements who "resist the king's rule" and are determined to do things that go against the will of heaven.

After the North was crippled, the remaining traditional forces suffered a severe blow with the Birbali Incident, and the stubborn radicals either went into exile, died, or followed Galen into the mountains to fight guerrilla warfare.

And because the losses were so great, the people in these places were the most at ease. As long as Al's governance was just like that of a human being, they would accept the trend of the times with a pinch of their noses. Moreover, Al had ordered a three-year plan of efficient administration and rapid operation, which quickly restored people's living standards and provided a large number of daily consumer goods and jobs.

In the southeastern region which was relatively less affected by the war, especially in areas where the National Salvation Association had been active, there were often quite a number of people who "missed their homeland" and had been acting as pawns for the royalists in exile in neighboring countries, doing things like passing on information and recruiting people.

Al was very disgusted by this, but he liked fishing and was used to doing things while fishing, so he did not take harsh measures against some of the guys who had been exposed. Instead, he kept a close eye on them and allowed them to continue to contact foreign countries. He even sent some people to infiltrate the enemy, just like he did in the case of Vizea, to play a role at the critical moment.

However, necessary strict defense is also necessary, otherwise the southeast will be like a sieve, infiltrated by the enemy every day. In the future, this area may very likely become the front line of war, and we must ensure that the United Kingdom has full control over this.

This squad of the Fourth Legion was led by two "Sons of El", and the others were ordinary horned beasts mixed with human soldiers.

The ratio of his descendants to regular military personnel of the United Kingdom Legion is now about 1:8, which is neither too many nor too few. Most of them are used as elite troops and middle and lower-level commanders.

Most of the second batch of Sons of Aiur have now died - they all died in battle. However, due to the high intensity of the war, they have been frequently injured and their physical functions have seriously declined. They have been forced to withdraw from the battlefield before the end of the expected "three-year peak period" and wait for the end of their lives.

Before the mobilization order was issued, Ai'er had just brought his descendants to the Pina Forest, where the Rock of Nurturing was erected, to hold a funeral for the first descendant who "died of old age" in the legion.

The first stage of the Sons of Aiur's peak period will only last about a year. For them, they are "lucky" to have caught up with the Tyrells who came to cause trouble. They can move forward courageously to seek an honorable death in battle, and their souls will go to the realm of the Mother Goddess, become their warriors, and continue to enjoy endless glory.

Each of them was branded with loyalty and piety when they were born. Death was nothing to them. It was a real pity to waste time and life and fail to make a "valuable" sacrifice for Ai'er.

This is even more true for the descendants who believe in the way of the Blood Mother. If a warrior does not die in battle, his regret can be imagined.

In this respect, they are similar to the dwarven butchers, both seeking a glorious death in battle, but they do not seek death, and if death has no value and meaning, they will also consider it carefully.

The greatest ending in the werewolf's mind is that on a grand battlefield, he kills the last powerful enemy, and is severely injured by the opponent's desperate attack. After the opponent falls to the ground, he dies contentedly...

However, because of a piece of paper order, all this has temporarily become a fantasy.

Aiur did not gather heavy troops in the southeast region because the powder keg of war with Tyrell could be ignited at any time. How crazy a person would have to be to come up with such a tactic of crossing mountains and ridges and taking narrow paths to attack the enemy's well-defended fortress castles in such a terrain?

Just as the Tyrells expected:

Even if the army of Estalia (United Kingdom) is indeed powerful after the baptism of war, they will never be able to carry out land deployment without relying on the navy.

In the many battles that broke out between the two countries over the long years, if they could not gain the upper hand on the sea, even if they had temporarily gained the upper hand through elite troops, tactics or other means, they would not be able to stay in the opponent's territory for long.

At both ends of Tobaro Avenue, if either party wanted to, they could easily lock the exits. In addition, with the sentries scattered throughout the mountain roads, there was basically no possibility of a surprise attack by the army.

The new fortresses from the Empire are gradually replacing the old castles. Unless you can use elite troops to enter the city, or crush it with magic, it is difficult to take it down without relying on large-scale military operations. Even if you take it down, you will suffer heavy losses. Although the Krupp Act restricts the wild growth and random circulation of firearms in the Empire, industrial giants and the Imperial Army will not give up their weapons.

After the Great War, in order to cope with the threats that might come back at any time, the Empire still maintained a very high level of armaments investment in the process of restoring people's livelihood, because all parties suffered heavy losses at that time, and the old army was basically broken down and reorganized several times. The backbones now are either ruthless people who have crawled out of the pile of corpses after hundreds of battles and have killed undead, Yankees, and demons, or they are temporary militia.

For a long time after the empire was rebuilt, it adopted a "quasi-universal military" policy due to the threat of chaos. At that time, even the smallest village had a cannon that could be fired, and every man and woman had a musket and a steel knife at home.

As a result, chaos seemed to have gone away, and this policy gradually evolved into a huge occupation of productivity and a cost of maintaining stability. Everything has its limits, and the policy took a sudden turn. Not only was the universal military service abolished, but the painful memories of chaos were also buried in the archives. Only scholars were interested in it, and the people just wanted to live their own lives.

Chapter 32: Destroying Your Faith

The sea breeze blows inland, bringing a humid climate and frequent rain.

Five, or six gods are paying attention to this land at the same time, making the climate of Estalia today pleasant with good weather and pleasant weather all year round.

At the same time, the fertility rate in the United Kingdom also increased. Al regarded human resources as the foundation of everything. In order to promote fertility, he even shockingly modified the policies he had experienced and moved them to the Middle Ages.

There are rewards for having children, and compulsory education and the church college system are promoted among the new generation. However, in order to protect social ethics and prevent people from losing their sense of responsibility, even if most of the power and responsibility for raising children are handed over to the United Kingdom and the church, parents must take care of and visit their children regularly for a period of time.

If the investment in education and childcare institutions had not already greatly occupied the government's current expenditure, and further expansion would have created a huge burden on the finances that had finally got back on track, Al had also thought about fully implementing church-based childcare - after all, there were already tens of thousands of people calling him "Father" and "Respected Father", so it wouldn't hurt to have more.

When treating Al as a little father becomes a traditional practice in the United Kingdom, Al will truly realize the "family rule".

.........

As they were walking, the werewolf who was a little stronger suddenly stopped and sniffed.

"I smell blood."

Another werewolf immediately gestured backwards, and the team immediately deployed their formation.

This team does not have a strict division of military duties except for the command. The standard configuration of the Fourth Legion is more inclined towards offense because of the legion master. At the request of the wolf girl, all members of this team are equipped with muskets, short crossbows and armor-piercing hammers for close combat. The two werewolves also carry a heavy folding shield on their backs, which can be unfolded to protect against long-range damage.

Only the descendants of El, these enhanced warriors whose physical fitness is at least one level stronger than their own kind, have this physical fitness.

It is undoubtedly an honor for believers to be able to follow behind a "Son of Ai".

There were two werewolves, one stayed on the periphery of the team, keeping an eye on the surroundings, while the other immediately went to find high ground to expand his vision.

Soon, they found a ship that had washed up on the beach with most of its hull shattered.

The werewolf had a keen sense of smell, and the smell of blood was coming from this direction, carried by the sea breeze.

When you get closer, you can see several bodies lying on the deck that has collapsed.

The patrol team immediately sent out scouts to check and search for any survivors. They soon turned the entire boat upside down and found only a dying survivor. He was almost unconscious, with wounds all over his body and a six-pointed star necklace around his neck. He seemed to be a Five Seals believer.

The scout searched his entire body and found a leather scroll with a six-pointed star marked with a big X on the cover. It cursed the pagans of the Five Seals with vicious words and declared that the Kingdom of Tirell was about to launch a holy war against them. As the last bastion of the Myrmidian faith in the south, it would use sacred fire and massacre to cleanse all the filth that the beastmen had brought to this great land...

"Your fur will be stripped off to make clothes, your women will give us milk, and you will be slaves on the ranch forever... and your pedophile fake king, we will put him on the gallows and judge him just like he did to the innocent people..."

The naturalized beastmen living in the human world have two important sources of income. One is the dairy products produced by female beastmen, which El tasted when he first arrived at the tribe. The other is the fur produced by the beastmen regardless of gender but only based on race. Some, such as the half-deer people, have growing horns, so they are cut regularly and sold.

Basically, you can make your living from the mountains and the sea. If you have economic value, you can be your own rancher.

These words were undoubtedly hostility and curses against the Beastmen, and they were also a direct humiliation to their sons of the gods. The team was very angry about this, and the two descendants discussed for a while and split into two groups, one stayed behind to collect the bodies and continue the original patrol mission unchanged, while the other led the team to quickly return to Aimgra to report the situation.

At this moment, two more boats suddenly sailed out from not far away, flying the double lion flag of the United Kingdom.

It seemed to be their own ship...but as they were sailing towards this place one after another, the leading werewolf felt something was wrong, and he immediately ordered his subordinates to leave the coastline and retreat to both sides of the avenue.

Sure enough, just as they were evacuating with the only wounded person, the ship flying the United Kingdom flag suddenly opened its hatch and opened fire on them.

Fortunately, the distance was still far and the direction was not very accurate, so most of the bullets hit the beach, splashing white sand.

Although they launched an attack, it seemed that their attack was more of a provocation and demonstration. After firing a few shots and missing the target, they immediately stopped wasting shells.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the werewolves continued to retreat their troops inland, close to the edge of a forest belt.

Al always asked them to be brave and courageous in a battle, but when facing meaningless battles, such as the current one, their team of twenty people were facing two warships with artillery and an unknown number of enemy troops, so they had to be as safe as possible.

And use the relatives of the "Wild Dwarves", the "Mountain Dwarves" as a negative example to them. Although the population is small, they often engage in butchering. A certain little braided prince launched expeditions again and again, sacrificing so many precious manpower and resources in vain. If they had first set their sights on some other lost dwarf fortresses, recovered them and used them as bases to slowly plan, perhaps there would still be a chance...

After all, Ai'er had originally wanted to establish a wild dwarf persona for himself and his tribe that was "trustworthy and trustworthy", different from the image of beastmen who had suffered discrimination in the past. But later on, their base expanded, and with the races there, insisting on making a distinction would only add to the joke, so he gave up.

As long as I do well in the future—I have big fists, who dares to say that I am covered with fur and horns, and was born from eggs in wet conditions?

All the ancestral graves are opened for him!

In the future, after we have passed the pass, ascended to the Phoenix King's Court, and integrated the elven legal system, what about the empire?

Brother country!

........

The warship docked and a group of sailors and soldiers came down from it. Their attire was similar to that of the Estalia people but slightly different in some places. They came to the half-ruined ship and dragged the bodies of the crew members, which had just been sorted out and had not yet been buried, back to the ship. In front of the angry eyes of the team on land, they actually nooked the bodies of these people and hung them on the hull.

The double lion flags of the United Kingdom were also taken down and hung on the ram of the bow. Someone stepped on them and shouted loudly at the Third Legion squad on land, making all kinds of provocative actions, even taking off their pants and urinating on the national flag. These insults made the legion soldiers furious.

"Your paganism shall be destroyed! The lands you have defiled, including your foul forests, shall be reduced to ashes before the wrath of Myrmidia!"

The leading werewolf's pupils constricted and his eyes were gloomy.

"Go back and report."

Chapter 33: Killing for Profit

Al uncovered the white cloth and his pupils shrank.

Looking at the werewolf corpse with its head separated from its body, one could see that the head, which had seemed very heroic when alive, was now scratched with a six-pointed star with a sharp object - and at the same time, a big X was made on it.

He remembered this face, and he remembered the faces of all the descendants who came into this world with the name and identity of "Sons of Ai".

"The Third Legion, Tamir Hele."

The sixth batch of Sons of Aiur were born when Aiur had just formulated a strategic plan to liberate the South.

"What did you say?"

He stroked the wolf's head, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"They look like Tyrells, but most likely they are royalists deliberately disguising themselves." Kael'thas adjusted his glasses and reported on the investigation into the incident.

"Negotiations are about to begin, and any action will add uncertainty to the relationship between the two countries. As long as our people are angry about it, it is enough for them."

"Three boats?" Al asked.

"Yes. According to the intelligence we have obtained so far, the captain and the deputy of a ship called the 'Seramy' were both royalists. Under their influence, most of the sailors on the ship gradually became their people. Then they contacted the royalists in Tyrell and planned this attack under their instructions."

"They and Tyrell's ships flew our flag and attacked a ship sailing from Margarita to Tobarro."

"There were elite mercenaries from the royalists on the other ship. After the wreckage of the attacked ship washed ashore, they lurked nearby and ambushed our patrol..."

Al waved his hand. "Bring the traitor back and hang him along the avenue. Make sure the gallows are visible from land and sea at all times."

"I'll bring Valentine over here and let her assist you."

The bunny sisters standing on the other side nodded to show that they understood.

After thinking for a while, Al added:

"Don't rush to act. They will most likely be on guard against retaliation right after they've done what they did. They can't get away with Valentine around. Let's pull out a few nails in the south first."

Then he continued to stare at the werewolf's body and was silent for a while before saying:

"I have always believed that sometimes...terrorist policies are a last resort, so the anti-counterrevolutionary movement, which has always been tightly controlled, must not be expanded."

"There are still many people who oppose me and us. Those who have not committed any evil deeds are generally expelled. I think that since you hate me now, we can just part ways and let each other go our separate ways. Time will prove our excellence..."

Al criticized himself: "Looking back now, I was a little naive, a little foolishly naive."

"This kind of struggle involves all aspects, from faith, culture, system, class, and interest division. No matter which one is involved, it is a life-and-death struggle. If you don't take ruthless action and think that the door is open for anyone to leave, others will leave without thinking, 'You are a good person. You didn't kill me. Let's wait and see', but 'Sooner or later, I will come back to kill you beastmen and pagans.'"

"You said they hate us. Why? Faith? Myrmidia is not that effective. It was the warriors of the Four Mothers who rescued the Estalia people. Do you say it's because of race and culture? I admit that I can't achieve harmony among all races and equality for all, but I can say that there are no cases of beastmen turning over and oppressing humans in the United Kingdom. On the contrary, humans still do some cunning things in racial exchanges from time to time."