Warhammer

Her braids were scattered over her shoulders, the bandages around her chest were soaked with blood, and her leather armor was covered in wounds. Many corpses had fallen beside her, including swordsmen, spearmen, knights, and even two ferocious griffins that were as big as women's horses.

One had a sunken skull, with brains mixed with feathers and blood dripping from the large hole in its head. The other looked much more dead, as if one of its wings had been chopped off with a scimitar and then it had been beheaded.

There were not only human corpses around, but also horned beastmen and scarlet angry-horned beasts. Those beastmen were not evil beasts corrupted by Chaos, but were fixed-shaped, lawful and peaceful believers of the Shepherd God!

"Blood---!"

The woman-horse raised the war hammer in her hand and screamed.

"Sacrifice the Blood Mother!"

She rushed out, swung her war hammer to knock a halberd soldier away, then grabbed the halberd of another halberd soldier, picked him up and threw him behind her.

A furious-horned beast walked up, wielding a greatsword, cut off the halberd soldier's head, picked it up, and held it high in his hand.

"Blood! Mother!"

The remaining beastmen scattered around the woman-horse, whether they were believers of the shepherd god or followers of Chaos, were inspired by the war cry that could awaken the most furious and warlike emotions in their hearts. They launched a counterattack, repelled the severely damaged Imperial army, and drove them out of the woodland that was originally their home turf.

The female centaur put down her war hammer, let out a long sigh, turned around, and was slightly stunned when she noticed Al, who had walked out of the cave and was staring at her in a daze.

Far behind him, a man with a broken leg was anxiously loading ammunition into his musket.

He finally completed loading the bullet, pulling the bolt, and pulling the trigger.

The firing pin pops out and the gunpowder erupts.

"Oh!"

The muzzle smoke dissipated, and a copper bullet hit the edge of the woman's horse's right arm, leaving a bloody mark.

The gunman looked disheartened as he saw that his powerful attack had come to nothing.

A beastman rushed at him with a spear raised. He used the last of his strength to raise his musket to block it, but was knocked away and the spear pierced his chest.

The gunman weakly let go of the weapon that he regarded as his life and fell on this foreign land.

The woman-horse looked back and then walked towards Al.

She skillfully put the boy back on her back, then picked up the warhammer with her left hand, slowly, not like she was on the battlefield, but rather watching.

"What happened?"

Al looked at the wounds on the woman's horse. There were also some scars on her back, and a lot of blood was oozing out.

Al suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

Feeling distressed?

"You were in there for three days."

The woman's words startled Al.

"Three days? But I..."

Al took a deep breath, not sure if it was the influence of Bilak or the Omniscient.

"Those humans raided the camp on griffins and Pegasus. The tribe has been burned down by them. Thrall and his men fled deep into the forest. They came here specifically to find us and were tracked by humans."

Alina seemed to be tired as well. She walked to a big tree, bent her hooves and half-lyed and half-sat down. Al stood in front of her, looking at the devastated battlefield in the distance.

"This this....."

Are these Imperials Sigmar-crazed? Killing Chaos is fine... well, I am Chaos myself.

Kill the followers of Shepherd God too?

Al was a little terrified. If he couldn't even tolerate the lawful beastmen, then shouldn't he kill a guy like him who was tainted by Chaos from head to toe?

This is absolutely intolerable! We must...

Run!

Al thought to himself, are you kidding? That’s thousands of regular imperial troops with infantry, artillery, lances, cavalry, griffins, and Pegasus!

This complete configuration is enough to fight a small to medium-sized battle. With just him, Alina, and the beastmen under his command, almost half of whom are killed or wounded, even if the Imperials are exchanged for three of him, they can still destroy him.

What's more, the other side has advantages in equipment, discipline and tactics.

It is basically the same as the regular army colonizing the New World and bullying the natives. If Acha or Sigma came, they would have to run away too.

In the medieval world, the lethality of long-range weapons, especially for commanders and generals, was greatly weakened.

All the commanders and generals who don't have to worry about being killed by arrows shot by wood elves, inferior horn raiders, or goblins on the battlefield should thank the loyal K Party here.

If the musketeer had used a bow and arrow just now, the arrow would have been deflected without even touching Alina's skin, but the bullet's strong penetration and speed can to some extent make this "special protection" for the commander less effective.

In short, we can go and join up with Thrall and the others first. The Imperials should retreat after burning and killing. We are not their target. It is enough to give an explanation to our faith. It is impossible that they are really crazy and want to wipe out a tribe of beastmen in the big forest, right?

Al thought about it and felt that the commander on the opposite side, who was barely his half-uncle, should not be that crazy.

The fighting on the battlefield was completely over. A small number of imperial soldiers fled into the forest, and the beastmen, almost all of whom were injured, were difficult to catch up with. They could only hope that they would be unlucky and be left in the forest by the poisonous insects and beasts of the Pina Forest.

Al thought that there would probably be more fighting later, so he lightly clicked on the number of people.

I don't know how Ci Fu judged, but these Shepherd followers who were sent to find him and the woman horse, who did not belong to him and Alina, were also counted as part of his forces. The advantage was that he could see the symbols representing them on the map.

There were nine angry-horned beasts, forty-three ordinary beastmen who believed in the shepherd god, sheep-horned beasts, werewolves, three centaurs and a minotaur, which totaled fifty-six.

There are also Chaos Beastmen who are always in chaos, either fighting each other, eating, or venting their mating desires on their companions. They are the largest in number, at 108.

This interesting number made Al raise an eyebrow.

The Pina Forest is not a natural garden. There are endless naturally born beastmen and giant beasts in it. Without guidance, naturally born beastmen are easily driven by their nature to worship Chaos ignorantly. In the mortal world where Chaos corrosion is thin, they will naturally be attracted by the biggest source of corruption around them and spontaneously move closer to it.

Anyway, Ai'er has never heard Thrall and Alina say that there are other Beastmen tribes in the surrounding area. The Beastmen of Destruction Vanguards that were born in the surrounding area did not all defect to Zaken before and now to Alina and Ai'er.

There are less than two hundred people in total, and this is the combat power that El can currently control.

It seems to be a little bit different from Archaon, who would send tens of thousands of troops to the south, east and west at any time.

“That’s a good start!”

Al comforted himself.

Then, because of eating the corpses of the dead, two Shepherd followers and a Chaos Beastman started fighting, and the momentum of the two camps began to become tense.

After experiencing the bloody stimulation of the battlefield, these wild guys have become much worse in temper than before. Even the seemingly honest and gentle minotaurs cannot restrain the killing desire that comes from their blood instinct, and they kill or even devour their enemies with cruel means.

Think about the people under his command: those who believe in chaos, those who believe in the new chaos, and those who believe in the Shepherd of Order. It's like the left, center, and right parties are all covered together. It would be a miracle if they don't fight.

Al slapped his brows.

Headache.

Chapter 33: The First Sacrifice

As a retro Paradox player in 2076, it is impossible not to have some fantasies about military, diseases, etc. in my mind.

So the first step taken by some of Al's men was to reorganize Pina.

The command system, such as squad, platoon, company, battalion, superiors, middle officers and subordinates.

Shamanism should be built on the group!

Then reality poured a bucket of cold water on me, extinguishing my unrealistic enthusiasm.

The followers of the Shepherd God were better, at least they could remember who was the captain when they were divided into teams. But the Chaos Beastmen were a different story, they were in a mess and made a lot of noise. Every time Aiel tried to make them quiet and obey his orders, it would only last for a short while, but they would return to their old ways after a while.

And they don't seem to have the concept of teammates. Companions and believers are just guys who can help fight the enemy together or help themselves block the enemy.

Even after El tried several times in a row, he wanted to implant a little bit of "obedience to orders" into the Chaos Beasts instead of "obey the Beast King, and act when the Beast King says to act and retreat when the King says to retreat".

The gangs should at least cooperate a little when fighting, even though they are not as fierce as the beasts.

Some Chaos Beastmen even forgot the majesty of the Beast King due to the repetitive and tedious orders, and expressed their dissatisfaction by baring their teeth or roaring at Ai'er.

Those who are not so smart are usually hacked to death by the angry-horned beasts or used by Alina to make meat patties.

Then Al continued his futile work.

Finally, the Beastmen, especially the Chaos Beastmen, managed to behave a little like a herd, charging together waaaagh, and retreating together waaaaagh.

Finally, it’s time for the lucky draw.

What’s the use of getting the golden finger if you don’t immediately convert it into combat power?

Al commanded the beastmen to take the dead on both sides with himself as the center - yes, corpses could also be used as sacrifices.

In addition to taking care of the feelings of direct descendants such as the Shepherd Beastmen and the Angry Horned Beastmen, the corpses of humans and Chaos Beastmen were piled together to form an eight-pointed star formation that exuded a chaotic aura at first glance.

Although some of them were evil and inhumane, in order to strengthen the combat effectiveness of the current remnant army as much as possible, Ai'er also asked the beastmen to strip off as many weapons and armor as possible from the imperial army. If they could be worn, they would be worn, and if they couldn't, they would just put them on. Anyway, the defense was better than iron shells, leather armor and fur.

Al squatted down and placed his palms on the ground, and a chaos eight-pointed star symbol appeared on the soil.

"I'm ready...Mom."

Al muttered, pressing his other hand to his chest.

A dark crack appeared in the sky above El without any warning.

On the other side was a deep darkness that swallowed up all light.

A huge suction force suddenly came from it, but El who was under the crack was not affected at all. The corpses around him that were used as sacrifices and the armored soldiers that were too damaged to be used kept disappearing from the mortal world and were sent to the Chaos Realm.

Even death cannot bring peace there.

As the sacrifice was completely devoured by the crack, it closed its bottomless mouth like a glutton after a full meal.

......

Just when Al thought the ceremony was? Over? Or his offering was not enough to meet the exchange standard.

The crack suddenly opened up, and out of it came a terrible storm breath with a strong metallic and bloody smell!

Roars, roars and furious shouts were mixed in with it, as if carrying countless angry and hot souls into the mortal world. The breath turned into a restless gale, blowing across the entire venue.

The first person to enjoy this gift was the woman horse.

She held the hammer upside down, bent her limbs, and bowed her head to the gift from the Blood Mother.

The power of chaos surged into the Centaur, healing her scarred body, strengthening it, and coating it with a layer of reddish metallic luster. Its breath dispelled her fatigue and poured even more powerful power into her body.

The second group to feel the impact of the winds of chaos were the Wrathhorned Beasts. These beasts, always on the brink of rage, plunged their greatswords into the ground and knelt on one knee in the direction of Aiel.

The wind of chaos heals wounds, strengthens weapons, and forcibly makes their bodies larger and stronger. The bulging muscles and protruding horns on their bodies contain more enormous power than before.

Some Chaos Beastmen who were affected by this power also walked out. Their skin began to turn red, horns grew on their heads and bodies, and a faint Blood Mother mark appeared on their foreheads.

These beastmen who were transforming into angry-horned beasts walked behind their predecessors, imitated their posture, lowered their heads to Al, and knelt on one knee.

Some beastmen who fought and killed enemies during the day, whether they were followers of the Shepherd God or followers of Chaos, underwent subtle changes under the gaze of the rift. It was as if a blood-red sun was emitting blazing heat in the void, burning their minds, whipping and inspiring them to fight.

Bring victory to the Iron Throne, and glory will come to you.

What Iron Throne?

Many beastmen are not smart enough to understand this, but they can instinctively sense that a great being in the void is watching over this forest, wielding swords in His name, and that in this bloody battle, all victories will receive the promised gift.

"Blessed Blood Mother!"

Alina stood up. In the past days, she had never felt her power as great as it was today. The last time she felt such a powerful gift was when she defeated the knight from Batto, but even that was far less than what she felt now.

"Blessed Blood Mother!"

The angry-horned beasts stood up and were now a head taller than before. They drew their great swords and shouted fanatically, calling on the name of the Blood Mother.

"The blessed blood mother..."

A Shepherd murmured in agreement, and his companion covered his mouth in horror.

Al stood there with his neck raised, staring at the crack.

And me?

I haven't blessed you yet!

The cracks shattered like a mirror, and the breath of chaos stopped abruptly.

Al instinctively covered his head and crouched down to defend himself, only to find that the fragments disappeared into the air and had no substance at all.

A roar was heard from the outside, and Al looked up without caring about his disappointment.

The minotaur suddenly became ferocious, pushed away the herd of beasts and rushed into the venue, straight towards him.

Al had already prepared a plan for this kind of thing. He got up skillfully and ran towards the woman's horse. Then he found that the minotaur did not seem to be here to assassinate the king. It grabbed a human swordsman who seemed to be still breathing, and pounced on him a few meters away from Al, then knelt down with a thud.