Warhammer

Then the tone suddenly changed, and Zhiqiu suggested that Margarita was bored and wanted to go to the wilderness to play with her adopted son.

It was obvious that most of Margarita's buildings were designed for humans. Even though the Golden Palace was rebuilt specifically to accommodate their body size (after all, the largest creatures that often came in and out of El's presence were Centaurs), it was still a bit inconvenient for Alina, so she was very bored.

After all, he is the champion chosen by God and a fierce warrior on the battlefield. In order to ensure that the needs of his adoptive mother, who only cares about killing and filial piety (fuck), can be met, Alina will ride a horse to sleep three days out of seven in a week. But Alina couldn't help but feel bored with the palace after staying there for too long, and would "kidnap" her adopted son away for a stroll from time to time.

Because it is different from the time in the forest. In their own absolutely core territory, the beastmen in the forest are probably only the wood elves who can deal with them. There is still a certain risk in the white dragon fish suit outside. So in order to be able to take her adopted son out for a horse race with a clear conscience, the centaur girl went to the wilderness specifically, ostensibly to find her cousin, Alia's biological mother, whose mother and Alina's biological mother are sisters, to reminisce about the past.

Then, for the first time ever, he recruited followers for himself, and he only wanted females.

Suddenly, servants gathered in large numbers, but Alina didn't think highly of any race except a few with strong combat capabilities, and only recruited from within the Centaurs and wolf packs.

Then he returned to Margarita in triumph with two hundred-man teams of she-wolves and female centaurs, riding along the Avenue of Triumph and heading straight for the Golden Palace.

The citizens of Margarita were so frightened that they thought there was a coup among the beastmen and that these centaurs were here to assassinate their king, so they spontaneously intercepted the raging herd of beasts.

—————You have to know that the person they were stopping was the God-chosen champion, whom no one in the tribe, including Ai’er, dared to offend. He was the tribe’s first warrior, a centaur, who slaughtered an entire team of monsters from the Empire’s hunters in the forest terrain.

Al had fought so many battles, and Alina had become a seasoned warrior after following him, but until now, he had never shown his full strength at once.

The reason, of course, was that the fight had been going smoothly. Alina charged for a while, but there was no strong enemy that she could contend with. Slaughter was only interesting to her at the beginning, but she lost interest later on, so she couldn't bring out her full strength.

The two tougher ones were Tolosa and Bill Barry, the former was also a problem, while the latter was avoided by Al's Iron Fist who skipped class.

But the foster mother had never met an individual opponent who could make her use her full strength. She was originally a strong person who traveled around and challenged others. After returning to the forest, she came to El and received the blessings of the Blood Mother and El. Her fighting power has been strengthened to an exaggerated level. El even felt that if the centaur girl was at full power, she could directly fight the big demon...

So when faced with a group of mortals blocking her way to see her adopted son, the loving mother and filial son...

I can only say that it's a good thing that Alina believes in the Blood Mother instead of the Blood God. She is the kind of person who values ​​martial ethics. Of course, Alina herself is also a martial person who is not bound by any rules and regulations and is more free to do whatever she wants.

But she doesn't have a very good temper either.

Fortunately, Al arrived quickly and took the centaur girl in. The female animals were also quickly settled, otherwise Alina would definitely take action.

After that, El was dragged out of the city by the centaur girl. He "skipped work" for a few days with a clear conscience and had wild sex in the suburbs. Even El's waist felt that he couldn't bear it.

It was because of Alina's notorious reputation, otherwise even if he was the Son of God El, there would definitely be many female wolves and mares attacking him at night in the past few days. Even so, when he was patrolling on weekdays, there were many female animals who came to flatter him.

But unfortunately, the werewolf race is quite special. Some are giant wolves that walk upright, more beasts than humans, while others are slightly "degenerated" and have weaker combat power, like the fourth one in Ai'er, the big wolf girl Hera, who has animal ears, a tail, claws, and abundant hair but still belongs to mild to moderate Fury. The kind of werewolf who will be scolded if you post a photo of Hera in Fury Bar, "Asshole, what do you think Fury is!"

If you have to say it, it's similar to carving a dog.

Of course Hera is special. Although there are more humans than beasts, their fighting power is not weak.

As for Alina's "taste", she has no preference and no requirements for followers. She just wants to have followers around her when she takes El out to play, so naturally combat effectiveness is the first requirement.

Then......

She wolves are real, literal "she wolves", big wolves that walk upright.

Although with El's current aesthetic sense, he can already appreciate the charm of wild beasts to a point or even nine points, just like he has always thought that the griffin girl is pretty, the centaur girl's butt is super sexy, and the sheep girl's little hooves are simply adorable... but it is still a little difficult for him to truly light up the "Beast Fucker" achievement.

Chapter 40: Purity of a Soldier

Ai'er originally wanted to take care of state affairs, but the harem's interference in politics was really troublesome. His adoptive mother had worked hard and made great contributions, and he had to be filial to her. He could only finish the affairs in his hands as soon as possible, and reluctantly accompany the harem and be filial to his adoptive mother.

after all.......

"I hope that our dynasty will rule the world with filial piety! (Shocking voice)"

As soon as Al took his seat, two servants handed out two copies of the petition entitled "In Confrontation with the Enemy," one to each person.

"It's noon, let's eat and chat."

He had chosen the long hall for the meeting with the intention of having a meal at the same time, so the servants immediately began to serve the food. While eating bread with big mouthfuls, Al asked the two men for advice on the points in the letter.

"To disrupt the engagement... um, that's what you guys mentioned. Instead of confronting the enemy head-on, we'll use a small group of fast ships to harass the enemy's rear routes. I saw that it mentioned modifying the ships. Do you have detailed designs for the ships?"

"Oh, there are fast warships, right?"

"..."

"What if the enemy adopts a tactic of encirclement and suppression? Suppose I am the enemy's commander and I concentrate my forces to conduct a concentrated cleanup of a certain sea area? Is it possible to do so? What is our estimated loss?"

"..."

"How to deal with the relationship between the mainland and the colonies? What do you think?"

"If a war breaks out, our navy's weakness will make it difficult for us to deploy our forces to the New World. In addition, in our own country... I know that not only the exiles from Tyrell, but also many people in the New World are chattering about the situation in our country, saying things like 'the country was acquired unjustly' and 'the bloodline is not pure'. They are very dissatisfied with me."

"Many people also went to the New World when they were exiled, and they started to stir up trouble there. There have always been voices opposing the country... The worst case scenario: let alone supporting us, they will go and join the Tyrells."

"If that's the case, even if our trade-breaking tactics are successful, and we lose our colonies but keep our homeland, we've still lost the war."

"What do you think?"

Al raised the most critical issue, which is no longer a simple military issue, but has risen to the political and strategic issue of the entire country.

Both men fell silent.

Al continued to bite the bread.

The white bread is fragrant and soft, like a woman's breast.

Al now eats only to satisfy his appetite and to keep up appearances when meeting others.

So my eating habits are based on my personal preferences. When I get tired of eating meat and fish, I have also tasted and seen the red wine from Manannia (Bordeaux) and the steak ale produced by the large herd of Parraon cattle.

However, his pursuit of personal life was relatively low. "When Al heard that a bottle of red wine imported from Manannia was equivalent to more than half a month's expenses for a family of three, he immediately ordered that the royal court and government agencies were prohibited from buying such luxury goods and could only use ordinary locally produced wines."

This is another story that touched the people, and it shows how frugal Al is for the country.

Finally I found that bread is the most delicious thing, and it can be paired with goat milk.

In order to nourish Al's body, three cups of human-animal milk produced and sold by the harem every morning, noon and evening are indispensable, mainly because it would be a waste if he didn't eat it.

Look, since Ai'er ascended the throne, he has not been fond of beauty or pomp. He gave the magnificent palace to the parliament for office and opened it to the public for visits. He moved to a small place to live. He tried to save as much as possible on food and clothing. His clothes were woven by maids (wool) and even his food (goat milk) was made from the maids he brought with him...

"His Majesty!"

Taylor was thinking and didn't answer immediately, but Wilson suddenly moved his chair back and stood up, which made the captain feel uneasy.

He was very worried whether this junior who seemed to have improved had figured out how to answer such a sensitive question. After all, the two people present... strictly speaking, were not "loyalists".

Taylor was a hermit who "did not eat Zhou millet", while Wilson was a believer in war who refused to change his beliefs.

And the question Al asked was this... For them, if they didn't answer it well, it might mean the end of their political life or, in the worst case, their physical life...

"I am a soldier, and Mr. Taylor is also a soldier."

"Soldiers are pure, they only need to think about military matters, serve their country loyally in wars, and win victory - that's what we were born for!"

Wilson sincerely saluted Al with his hand on his chest, then looked at Taylor.

Taylor also put down the cutlery, which he had not actually touched twice, and stood up to show his loyalty.

"Your Majesty, I am already very old. If it is about military affairs, I may still have some worthwhile experience to use, but for the internal affairs of the kingdom, I really..."

Al laughed and pressed his hand down, motioning for the two to sit down.

"That's natural. High-quality steel needs to be used on sharp blades."

"Since the establishment of the Navy Department, there have always been holes everywhere. Because I prefer to have fewer people than to have too many, there has been a long-term shortage of staff."

"I hope that you two can immediately join the company to assist my third son, Barbatos, in handling naval affairs. In general, we should follow this proposal. What do you think?"

"If possible, I hope to designate a detailed and complete plan as soon as possible, from ship modifications to specific tactics, all, to cover all aspects as much as possible - our fleet is still very weak and cannot withstand even a single defeat."

"When you set sail on the sea, I am unable to provide more help on land, so I must do everything I can to ensure that you are fully prepared when you set sail!"

He extended the invitation, and Wilson would definitely have no problem accepting it. Otherwise, there would be no need for the other party to write a special letter. Whether it was out of patriotism or a desire to work hard after being educated by his wife, as long as he could be of use to him, it would be fine.

In fact, Taylor plays a more important role in some aspects than the young and energetic Wilson.

First of all, he is one of the seven elders of the National Salvation Association. He is respected and prestigious in the hearts of the Estalia people. He is also a retired officer of the Invincible Armada and a senior naval captain. He has a strong appeal to the remnants of the old navy of the Kingdom of the New World. At the beginning, the exiles planned to kidnap Taylor by force and take advantage of the latter's prestige, but they were finally caught by the blue hats of the Ministry of the Interior.

However, out of respect, Al did not and did not need to use this incident to recruit Taylor Benser, who was determined to retire. Now that the war is ongoing, if the other party publicly returns and supports the Al regime, it will be a small call to win the hearts of the people in the colonies.

The National Salvation Association is a sacred symbol in the hearts of many people who are attached to the Old Kingdom. For example, the exiled "fighter" Harrington's group often promotes slogans such as: the National Salvation Association is the main force against the greens, and the Beastmen should roam without fighting to preserve their strength.

There were even more nonsense rumors like, after the Battle of Tolosa, the coalition forces controlled by the beastmen deliberately hesitated to move forward, watched the failure of the Margarita uprising, and then went to steal the fruits of victory, which misled many people.

There was the story of the 700 brave warriors of the Phalanx Army fighting to the death, the Margarita barbarians rising up in rebellion, and the incident at Bilbao, with the roar of "To the barricades!" and so on.

Let Aldu sigh:

After the great war, when the gods disappeared, morality declined and people's hearts were no longer the same!

He does his own internal and external propaganda, and although there is some exaggeration, it must have a source and facts, and it is not fabricated out of thin air.

But the exiles spread some stuff every day to disgust the United Kingdom, hypnotize themselves, and even throw dirty water on him without any bottom line, saying that he had sex with hundreds of women at night, liked other people's wives, and liked to eat babies. These rumors directly demonized him.

This is simply morally bankrupt!

There is no real God watching over our heads, this is outrageous!

......

The exiles did this, and later had to face a very embarrassing situation:

If they want to publicize the achievements of the National Salvation Association, they must inevitably publicize the deeds of the seven elders, and then, among the seven people, there is only one person, the exiled royalist "fighter" Harrington.

"Scholar", "Merchant", "Earl", "Captain", "Craftsman", and "Mercenary". Except for the mercenaries who chose to run away and do his own thing because they were dissatisfied with the United Kingdom's comprehensive intervention in all walks of life, especially the mercenary industry, which had a large number of private armed forces, which was basically equivalent to withdrawing from the National Salvation Association, the other five elders, except for the captain who retired, were employed by the United Kingdom's government.

Scholar Evelyn is obsessed with the academic exchange conferences held by the scholars' council every day, and occasionally publishes a few articles in the Kingdom Daily to show her presence. The businessman is now the acting chairman of the Southwest Chamber of Commerce's Bomoz General Office. The craftsman is a senior consultant to the industrial department. The earl...

The Countess seemed a little autistic because she had not been able to get her hands on El's tender grass for a long time. Instead, she seemed to be indulging herself in the mountains and rivers. Not long ago, she went to "live" in the Pina Forest.

And now, if the captain also stands up and joins El's army, the legitimacy of the so-called "National Salvation Society" will undoubtedly be in El's hands and fall on the side of the "legitimate successor of the Kingdom of Estalia."

This would completely confirm the exiles' guilt of "treason".

The two looked at each other, Wilson looked excited and pounded his chest with his fist.

"God save the king, God save the kingdom!"

Taylor no longer hesitated when he saw this.

"I will do my best to contribute to you and this country."

Chapter 42: Exiles [Overslept]

"I've had enough!"

Harrington walked out of the hall with the visitor. As soon as he walked down the stairs, he heard an angry voice shouting:

"Do we have to cede our interests to the Tyrells? Do we have to rely on the Tyrells to complete the cause of national restoration, even if we have to kowtow to these arrogant guys for this?"

"Even if we succeed, one day, in the future, we will all lick their boots!"

Harrington's face immediately turned ugly, his brows were furrowed, and his frown was enough to kill a hairy crab. People who were familiar with him knew that this was a sign that "Fighter Bull" was going to get angry.

But at this moment he couldn't immediately scold the source of the sound, but had to apologize to the person who walked out with him first.

Miragliano was in charge of connecting with the envoys of the exiles from neighboring countries. He gave Harrington a false smile and indicated that it was okay. This made the latter even more distressed. He was already fed up with these "ethnic and cultural" neighbors taking advantage of his misfortune, and now he had to rely on them to carry out his "national restoration cause" which was absolutely hopeless if he relied on himself.

And now the one secretly dominating Tirell's diplomacy and strategy is the overlord principality known for its aggression, Miragliano. The latter is now in power with a "Clan of Shadows" that has been dormant for generations. On the surface, it is keeping a low profile, but in fact, it has turned to various conspiracies and dark means to weave an invisible network across the country.

Their ruling power over the Principality of Miragliano has been extended for several generations. It has reached its peak with the current Lord of the "Black Castle", who has also taken the position of Grand Patriarch of Tyrell into his pocket, making the Visconti officially a powerful clan with both political and religious leadership.

Harrington himself confided in his most loyal guards:

Contact with the people in the "Black Castle" will make people feel restricted and constrained in every way. Wanting to break free will only make one feel more uncomfortable and powerless, just like a prey caught in a spider web, struggling in vain - the real mastermind behind the scenes is overlooking everything from behind the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to come out and reap the prey at any time.

"I didn't even dare to turn my back to the people who came out of 'that place'. They seemed to have a dagger in their hands ready to stab me at any time..."

Dealing with such a powerful and ambitious ally made Harrington feel exhausted physically and mentally, but among the scattered exiles, there were few people other than him who were capable of taking on such an important task. The exiles were not united. Some sought support from neighboring countries, some did not want the Tyrells to intervene, and some hoped to reach a reconciliation with the United Kingdom through gentle means such as negotiations...

In this situation, if Harrington wants to maintain the general direction of the exiles' "return home and restore their country", he must stand up and use his personal prestige and ability to integrate all parties. Otherwise, the scattered exiles will not be qualified to negotiate with the Tyrells, let alone be formally met by them, and can only be used as a tool to be repeatedly rubbed...

"Charles Aquitaine, what are you doing?"

Harrington walked quickly down the steps, scolding the group of people, young and old, who had gathered together.

He was tall and strong, like a stone wall made of marble bricks, and he was very intimidating when he walked up high. Just like his title, "Fighter" Harrington, he was once sold into slavery and spent some time as a gladiator in a colonial fortress of a dark elf governor. Later, he was lucky enough to get his freedom, and after returning to his hometown, he worked his way up to the position of captain of the city prince's guard.

He has no identity and no bloodline, and has reached where he is today entirely through his personal abilities and by seizing opportunities.

The man he scolded had a young face, with curly hair that shone with golden luster in the sun, and a slightly immature face with freckles. From his name, it can be seen that the young man's family originated from Bretonnia.

The crowd roared and subconsciously took two steps back. Charlie turned around and looked at Harrington who was walking towards him aggressively, but he did not show any fear or panic. He sneered and responded:

"Tell a fact that everyone knows."

Looking at that young face full of determination and pride, Harrington suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart.