Warhammer

At the same time, she is her own daughter.

It can satisfy Al's triple goals of raising a pet, raising a daughter, and taking care of a younger brother at one time.

If you think about it this way, Misha's eldest daughter is both civil and military, and has always been the right of El, the third most respected; Kael'thas is intelligent, prudent and dedicated, and is the king's deputy; Barbatos is a dragon and phoenix in appearance, quite like his father, and is stunningly beautiful. Just by showing off his face, he can win the hearts of the local people on behalf of El...

The fifth child, Alia, is from the Queen's maternal family. She is good at martial arts and is determined to emulate her aunt Alina and become a champion warrior. The sixth child, the twins, the three-no bunny sisters, Rivendell, are in charge of the Servants of Shadows and are highly respected. They are also the few children who have a cute style.

As a result, all these heroes could not compete with the fourth wolf girl in terms of popularity - the aggressive and reckless Hera!

Even the wolf girl is the only one who can enter when El is filial to his adoptive mother, the centaur Alina, without causing dissatisfaction to the centaur girl, which shows her special status.......

If this was all done intentionally, then it must be hidden so deeply and so terrifyingly!

Rubbing the dog's head... um, Al, the wolf's head, naturally, didn't think so many messy things in his mind. He certainly knew that the wolf girl was not stupid or foolish. None of his offspring, especially the first generation, had any particular shortcomings in any aspect. Although they might not be as outstanding as the first few ones, they were also far beyond ordinary people.

The wolf girl might be inferior to other heirs in many aspects, but she is definitely not stupid.

It's just because of her nature, just like the people in Barbatos, and it shows like this. El likes her to stick to her, and she is also happy to stick to her father. El thinks she is cute and naive, so the wolf girl indulges her nature and is happy for El to spoil her.

"You have to come with me this time, or with Misha, no matter where we go."

After a brief interaction, Al still wanted to show his strict fatherly side. He touched his daughter's face, which was the same level as his, or even higher than his, even when she bent down.

"Your position is quite dangerous. I can't be at ease anywhere except in front of me... You know, I don't want to lose any of you."

The kind little father showed his true feelings at this moment. He touched Hera's face, and then took Barbatos who came over into his arms and held him close.

"How's Kael'thas doing?" After a while of tenderness and the loving father and filial daughter, Al also asked some serious questions.

Barbatos, who had just handed over the affairs to the second brother and was also responsible for sending Kael'thas off, replied:

"The delegation has already set out and will arrive in two days."

"The conference will be held in four days, and our people have already arrived in advance."

"Let him, forget it, I'll remind him myself." Al thought for a moment and made a psychic call.

[I'll emphasize again: Always be prepared to run away. We can pull you back at any time. If the negotiations don't produce any results, get out of here as soon as possible. Don't have too many illusions about the enemy. Do you understand? ]

Yes, father.

On the other side, Kael'thas, who had already set off with the delegation, quickly responded to Aiel's message.

The destination of their trip was to cross Tamoto and go to the middle section of the Pass Corridor, where they had agreed to meet with the delegation of the Tirelian principalities to discuss the future direction of the two countries.

Chapter 45: Southern Conference

How people in the future will view this diplomatic negotiation, which is seen as the formal beginning of a series of subsequent events, is not important to people today.

The Tyrells' diplomatic mission was grand, with plenipotentiaries from the six duchies:

Miragliano, Tobarro, Trantio, the Republic of Remas, the Republic of Verezzo, Lusigni;

and the Plenipotentiary of the Southern Church, a "War Leader" High Priest appointed by the Eagle of the South himself;

A three-member committee responsible to the country and nominally in charge of all colonial affairs;

And with the support of the church, Miragliano, who nominally dominated the Tyrell side of the negotiations, sent out the Prince's Hand from the Black Castle, a middle-aged man with the surname "Visconti".

The United Kingdom's lineup is slightly insufficient.

Ai'er's second son, Kael'thas Ai'er, is the commander of the second legion stationed in the northeast of the kingdom with Vizia as the garrison.

As well as the deer demon priests sent by the Church of the Five Seals, and the reorganized Church of War, the "Hammer of the Goddess" high priest has now begun to engrave the hexagram + spear symbol on the priest's robes.

It’s hard to say which goddess it is.

There are also a total of twenty "representatives" from all walks of life across the United Kingdom, consisting of:

Farmers, deckhands, Margarita street citizens, lower-level clergy, ordinary soldiers, craftsmen, small vendors, retired officers, scholars, nobles...

When the two sides officially started the meeting, these people from all walks of life came out and sat down. For example, the farmer representative was still wearing coarse linen clothes, and the sailor had washed carefully, but there was still a faint fishy smell on his body.

This immediately aroused strong dissatisfaction among the representatives from the National Salvation Association in the Tyrell camp.

"The nobles were driven out by the beasts! Are the great kingdom left with only a bunch of lowly country bumpkins and smelly fishermen being driven by wild beasts?!"

They sent a group of civilians to the United Kingdom, even deck sailors, country bumpkins who always smelled of the sea and had no knowledge of etiquette, greedy and mercenary people, to sit at the same table with them, no, even higher than them, because these people were official representatives sent by Aiel, and they were only third parties who were allowed to enter and watch "at the invitation of the Tyrells."

Feeling strongly dissatisfied.

They hope that the people sitting opposite them are a group of "degenerates" who "have surrendered to the despicable beasts who have stolen the country" but whose past identities are the same as theirs, so that they can use their long-prepared speeches, one after another, and eloquently scold and accuse them in this scene! They will argue for justice and right and wrong, and the righteousness and reputation in front of the world one by one!

But when they saw that the people coming from the United Kingdom were such a group of low-class people with whom they had never had the chance to contact in the past (passing by each other, living on the same street, and being on the same ship were not considered formal contact in their eyes), the exiles' attacks that had been ready to go were suddenly silenced. They didn't know whether they should open fire or waste their ammunition on these bumpkins who didn't seem to be there for a meeting but more like a formality, and who had never seen the world and were so inexperienced that they couldn't even use magic lamps.

Seeing that the Tyrells were also dissatisfied with this, the exiles who were pushed out to take the lead even felt a slight sense of shame in their hearts, thinking that this was a humiliation for the "orthodox Kingdom of Estalia" and was looked down upon by its neighboring countries.

In response to this action, Kael'thas did not even say a word, but continued to scan the Tyrell representatives present at the meeting, matching their appearance with the intelligence one by one, and at the same time trying to analyze what was implied behind the other party's current expressions, movements, and demeanor.

Among the twenty representatives, the deckhand who was disliked for smelling fishy stood up.

The sailor has a very young, even immature face, and looks like a "big boy" who has just entered his youth.

He looked at the indignation on the face of the exile representative, pursed his lips, and responded to him in a neither hurried nor slow manner, neither humble nor arrogant:

"Your Excellency, you describe the exact opposite."

"It is not that the 'noble' are expelled and the lowly are left behind, just like a farmer sifts out the bad seeds and leaves the good ones that can sprout and bear fruit, the lowly and bad seeds are removed from our country, and those who truly love this country stay and work hard to build it."

The sailor's attitude made the exiled nobleman furious. He was about to scold him in a manner befitting a noble, but his companion pulled his sleeves, stood up, and scolded:

"How dare a lowly fisherman humiliate a heraldic noble?"

"According to tradition, if a noble humiliates me, I should have a proper debate with him and then draw my sword to duel. However, your status is too low to make me throw my glove."

"Why would the Beastmen send you here? Does the Regent have no intention of negotiating?"

He was not the type to criticize Al without limit, and he still acknowledged his achievements before he was "crowned with the white robe". Before that, even they had praised the "Regent King", so to deny him completely would be a slap in their own face.

Accept the first half and deny the second half.

This is the view of many people who tend to be conciliatory and centrist. They hope to reach a mutually acceptable agreement with El and return to the kingdom.

......

Al, who was far away in Margarita, suddenly trembled all over and couldn't help but pass the thick white liquid to the lady who was sitting at the desk with her beautiful legs moving left and right.

The latter's face turned red as she felt the hot, warm and wet sensation from her cheeks to her calves, and her already flooded body became even more vulgar.

"What, what's wrong?"

She asked this question even though she knew the answer. Generally speaking, after completing the first stage and using your ultimate skills, you will enter the next stage.

But Al really didn't want to transform so early. His wife's beautiful feet felt really good, and he wanted to continue tasting them.

But now his mouth was full of his own fluid, and if he put it on again, it would be like a tiger eating its own cubs, so he simply stood up and patted his wife's thigh.

The woman got up from the bed with a red face, turned around, and half-lay on the desk, not forgetting to push the documents and materials farther away for Al.

Al brought a small stool from the side, which Hera often made. Now the little father used it to step on and raise himself up.

"Nothing, continue."

"Whoosh......"

The pony pushes the cart, and spring is in full swing.

......

And the conference site on the other side.

The young sailor who was the first to stand up and reply continued to fight back at the exile.

"Fisherman, sailor, yes, that is my profession, sir."

"I may smell a little bad, and I'm sorry that it makes you feel uncomfortable."

"I used to feel bad about it, thinking it was, as you say, a 'menial' job."

"But not long ago, His Majesty told me this in person when he met me: There is no profession that is 'lowly' and 'humble', except for those who rely on stealing and seizing other people's harvests for a living."

"I make a living by my own labor. Before Your Majesty ascended the throne, I did the smelliest and dirtiest work in the cabin, cleaning the toilets for the sailors, cleaning the smelly fish carcasses, and even drilling through the belly of a big fish with gunpowder and then drilling out of its excretion hole to avoid being suffocated to death by the crew before they could cut open the fish's belly."

"Because I need to raise a brother and two sisters, a blind mother, and support a sister who has an unhappy marriage... Although my work has become much easier after His Majesty came, it is still hard work."

"Before arriving here, I went into the fish's belly again... He hugged me and told me: 'Don't care about these. If someone complains about this, let them despise it. For some people, this is a symbol of their contempt and lowliness - but remember, this is safety and happiness for your loved ones; for me personally, the same is true. I admire your hard work and virtue. You are the cornerstone of the country. What did the rich merchants and nobles count for thousands of years ago? Weren't the earliest humans in the south also a group of barbarians who worked as farmers and sailors? If someone humiliates you for this, then you can tell him that a king who never considered himself noble and was elected to the throne by countless farmers and sailors recognized the results of your honest labor for yourself, your family, and the entire country. Maybe it is worthless and smells fishy, ​​but my friend, what you have is truly noble virtue.'"

The meeting place fell into silence for a moment.

The young sailor first bowed slightly to Kael'thas who was sitting in the front row, then he saluted to everyone in the venue with his hand on his chest before sitting down leisurely.

The exile who was refuted by him opened his mouth and racked his brains to think of how to fight back cleanly. Behind him, Charlie, who had been silent all the time, poked him lightly with his cane, and the latter could only sit down with a dejected look.

Chapter 46: The Inevitable War

After a brief confrontation, the game continued.

Unlike the exiles who were indignant about this, even if the voices for war dominated the mainstream, they still planned to support a puppet regime to assist in the attack, at least for now, before they officially broke off relations.

In formal occasions, the Tyrells still recognize Aiur's authority and regard him as "a king."

Since Al had selected such a group of representatives for the meeting and endorsed them with his own authority, instead of sending a group of low-level people who deliberately did not want to have a good talk, they naturally had to approve of it despite their contempt.

Unless they flip the table.

Then, Tobaro's messenger took the initiative to start the conversation.

They did not come on in a threatening manner and demand that the United Kingdom agree to certain conditions or cede certain interests. Instead, they gave a long speech about how the route from the Southern Kingdom to the New World was now bumpy due to the impact of the Greenskin War and the destruction of the Invincible Fleet.

The Sartosa pirates, the Araby pirates, the New World pirates... Even the North, whose days were getting worse and worse and who had begun to surrender to the "Southerners" or the Imperials in exchange for trade, and the Norsemen who did not want to "dig up the mess", had heard that the South was in chaos and there was no strong person in charge, so they came to the southern line of the Vast Ocean to fish in troubled waters for the opportunity to make big money.

All kinds of robbers and robbers gathered here, and the sea heroes who committed all kinds of evil gathered here, and they suffered a lot.

He's a boat operator.

They won't treat you differently just because you're flying the flag of Tyrell or the United Kingdom. As long as there's a chance, these pirate bastards, who are basically the same as scum, will grab a ship even if it's from Osuun.

However, the Tyrells are a big and powerful people with a large size. If their fleet patrols from time to time to clear the shipping routes, it can also greatly deter pirates, so it is still within an acceptable range.

The United Kingdom's fleet is now not only out to fight bandits, but every time they go on a mission, the staff officers of the Admiralty are always worried:

We don't want our ship to be destroyed by pirates...

But in any case, the rampant pirates and unstable shipping routes endangered the interests of both families, so Tobaro's envoy put forward a seemingly peaceful proposal:

"Why don't we sign a mutual protection treaty, open up our colonies and homeland circulation, garrison, and port rights to each other, and at the same time form a joint fleet to jointly eliminate pirates and maintain shipping lanes?"

Kael'thas had been writing and drawing in his notebook, and no one knew what he was recording. After listening to the story told by Messenger Tobaro, he stopped writing and looked up at him.

"can."

The second son's expression was calm from beginning to end. No one could tell any extra emotions from that face that made one feel intelligent, elegant, knowledgeable, and a bit feminine at first glance - this was due to his appearance.

The envoy of Tobaro had never expected that his proposal would be accepted so smoothly, so he immediately struck while the iron was hot:

"Then record this immediately and include it in the document?"

"I have something to add." Kael'thas shook his head and added: "If we want to form a joint fleet, then we have to consider where to choose the port for the fleet's base - our only condition is that this place must be located in Margarita, and..." Before he finished speaking, the meeting hall was immediately noisy.

"Delusion!"

"nonsense!"

"Fantastic beastman cub!"

Why is there such a conference today?

Why are the Tyrells here?

Isn’t it because the neighboring countries suffered heavy losses after fighting the greenskins, especially after the fleet was destroyed, they had lost the ability to control and protect their overseas interests?

Now they are talking about a "joint fleet" and asking the Tyrells to send their fleet to Margarita. How is this possible when there is so much tension between the two countries, especially when the Tyrells are half-forcing the United Kingdom to come to the negotiating table?

Tobaro's envoy was a little angry for a moment. He also knew that he had been fooled by Kael'thas. The real purpose hidden behind his gentle words was seen through by the other party without having any effect.

In theory, they are open to each other, station troops on each other's side, and appear equal on the surface. But with the current strength of the United Kingdom, even if the Tyrells welcome Aiur to station troops in their land, what will happen? Once something happens, with supplies cut off and no sea transportation, they will become isolated armies, completely at the mercy of others.

The proposal of a combined fleet is even more malicious. The current situation is that Tyrell is strong and the United Kingdom is weak. If the fleets of the two countries are merged, then naturally the Tyrell side with the bigger fist will have more say.

On the surface, it seemed that they "obtained" the protection of a powerful fleet without spending any extra cost, but in fact, they gave away their only remaining naval force. If the Tyrells controlled the navy of the United Kingdom, they would have many ways to erode and seize the latter's rights and interests, and they would not even need to go to war directly.

By placing the fleet outside Tranquil Harbor and forming a blockade for a while, perhaps Margarita could be forced to surrender.

Tobaro's envoy was frustrated and could only sit back angrily, but Kael'thas had already made a complete judgment on this.