Warhammer

"I think... he's going to attack our routes!"

.........

In Margarita's golden palace, she had no idea that she had been used as an object of sexual gamble twice in a row by the powerful couple from the neighboring country.

Al scratched his head.

"Niang Xipi!"

"Damn it, did I piss him off?"

He threw the letter in his hand, which was specially sent to him by the Miragliano Palace and the Free Chamber of Commerce of Mannania, on the table and stared at the ceiling, feeling angry and innocent.

"What the hell is this?"

Misha's pupils shrank and she stepped forward to pick up the letter.

Chapter 54: El returns the letter to King Rodrigo

"Milagliano Rodrigo asks El Wangan..."

"I have heard of your good name, which has spread throughout the world...You are righteous for the country, saying, 'Once the war breaks out, there will be no distinction between north and south, no distinction between old and young.' I have a proposal that can put an end to the war between the two countries and save the people from the plight of the people..."

"Your beauty has attracted my cousin since I saw you, and he has been thinking about you forever. Since you are worried about the people, why don't you endure the humiliation for the sake of the people, dress up as a girl, and become a wife. In this way, our two countries will be friendly, and the war can be stopped. I hope you will think about your country and the people, and consider it carefully."

It is signed "Rodrigo Visconti Miragliano".

No one in the Tyrell area should dare to use this name, the Manannian Free Chamber of Commerce, which pursues a permanent neutral stance and only does business. They have no scruples about dealing with the Yankees, the Sartosa pirates, and even the greenskins.

The special envoy sent to deliver the letter did indeed say that it was "entrusted by Prince Miragliano Visconti."

so......

Al chuckled and gently took his daughter's hand.

The muscles that had been pinching the wrinkled letter paper stiffened instantly, and then quickly relaxed.

There is fire in Niu Niu's eyes.

"They are considering me as a woman and want me to come over for marriage."

Al said jokingly, "If it comes to this, you won't have a father anymore, only a mother."

When Al first read the letter, he was a little angry and puzzled: If you want to fight, just go and fight, why do you write a letter to humiliate me?

But after showing it to Niu Niu, his mood calmed down and he even thought it was quite funny. However, his eldest daughter's mood exploded again.

"I will capture this man and his family, and bring them naked and leading sheep into the city through the Arc de Triomphe!"

Misha had a blank expression on her face—this was already scary, considering that in Al's memory, his eldest daughter always had a smile on her face, and was nicknamed "Smiling Misha."

He said these words with hatred, and there was even a hint of gnashing of teeth in his words.

It’s rare to see Niu Niu angry. No, as far as I can remember, Niu Niu has never been angry.

Even if Al, as a father, stood up the plan and went out to slack off, the eldest daughter would only increase the output power of the "Smiling Misha" form and continue to give the young father the eldest daughter's gaze. Over time, the guilt accumulated in his heart would eventually make him give in to his daughter.

Al had come to his senses by now. "This is probably a letter to provoke me. They think that I am concerned about my image as a 'holy ruler' and cannot stand being tarnished. So they deliberately humiliate me in this way, hoping to make me angry and act aggressively."

"A trifle—nothing to worry about!"

Ai·You are flexible and adaptable. What kind of person are you?

They are willing to go into the greenskin camp “alone” and even “submit allegiance” to the warlord!

If this were a world line where blood was flying everywhere and body fluids were flying everywhere, and the greenskins were not reproducing asexually but had cows underneath, then the story of El would be expanded to a sequel of one to eight hundred thousand words, allowing the "Atriti artists" (mentioned in the previous article, this can be understood as erotic writers, book painters, and AV producers) among the elves and humans to create countless wonderful works based on this point.

When Celestine was chasing him, he cried and called for his mother; as soon as the Centaur girl took the initiative, El immediately stuck to her and said, "I will be filial to you."

His bottom line is relatively flexible in these aspects, and he also has a clear understanding of himself like Comrade Cifu:

"You are not Stalin, I am not Stalin, 'he' is Stalin."

If the Prince of Miragliano thought he could break his defense with such a cheap trick...

"Come! Misha, grind the ink for me!"

He waved his hand, spoke some nouns that his eldest daughter could not understand, reached out to grab a pen, and started writing.

"The prince has not forgotten my humble state, and has given me a letter. My humble state is terrified. I have retired to plan for myself, but I am old and weak, and my teeth are growing thin..." I felt that it was not appropriate to write halfway, so I crossed it out and changed to another piece of paper, writing:

"Margaret, Al of No Surname, wishes Prince Rodrigo well."

"I was born in a remote frontier, and I have no talent for governing a country or an army. However, I overestimated my own abilities and dared to have the delusion of helping the people. I led a weak army that was isolated and helpless. It was all thanks to the soldiers who fought desperately and the generals who commanded wisely. The people persisted in production and supplied me with materials despite the war. After three years of hard fighting, I finally drove out the greenskins and saved my two hometowns."

"I have not done anything worthy of praise, but I was chosen by the people and was nominated to the throne. Whenever I think of this, I feel ashamed..."

"When two countries go to war, it is also a suffering for the people of both countries. If a general makes brilliant achievements, his feet will be filled with the corpses of tens of thousands of enemies and us. If the war can be put to an end, it is really a blessing. However, I am not the only one who disagrees with what the prince said. My mother, wife, children... my country and people do not allow it. They blame me and say: 'This is a greater humiliation to us and our country than the rampant greenskins that are a disaster to the country. How can you hesitate!'"

"So, Prince, I really cannot agree to what you are proposing, so I am writing to explain it to you."

"If you can lead your army through the Guotobaro Avenue, break through the Tamoto Fortress, come to Margarita in person, and sincerely make this request again with sincerity and momentum, I can convince everyone to put on gorgeous clothes and dress up as a woman in order to put an end to the war, and come to welcome your arrival."

"The reply is from Margarita, Al who is temporarily staying in the golden house."

Al threw down his pen and couldn't help laughing as he read a few paragraphs.

If this was a two-dimensional world, Misha's head would definitely be full of black lines at this moment.

She held back before she could say anything, but Al spoke first and finalized, "Keep the original for your records, and make a copy for him! That's so funny, hahaha... I have to keep it."

His mood suddenly improved and he held Niu Niu's hand.

"Let's go! Forget about it, feel better, how about we go fishing?"

"Remember to call Hera and the others along too..."

The two men left the room, and the adjutant with a bird's head and a human body, who was standing beside them like a puppet, stepped forward, took down the "Reply from El", and began to copy it.

Kael'thas was still inspecting the attack on Margarita, and the major oversight that resulted in Tranquility Bay's defense system not providing even a little warning.

He stood on the shore, looking at the rows of crosses erected on the beach. The painful wails and curses caused the scavenger seabirds to circle in the sky, but they were reluctant to land to enjoy a feast.

A country's capital being bombarded by an enemy fleet is a serious problem under any circumstances, let alone during wartime.

Kael'thas and the twin bunny girls have each led the Ministry of Internal Affairs to conduct inspections during this period, and have found many problems. After all, when El took over Margarita, many things had to be built from scratch. For example, the political system could still take over the legacy of the previous dynasty, but the military had basically been destroyed and could only be rebuilt, but there were also many man-made factors.

Although we had intended to play the long game against Tyrell and the Exiles and deliberately did not uproot them completely, they still succeeded in doing something.

And now is the time to eliminate the traitors.

Chapter 55: Seeking War

Al put the fishing rod on the ground, stood up hurriedly, wiped his hands on his body, and trotted to the person who came.

"Hehe~"

Alina was carrying the sheep mother, followed by Mrs. Malena in a white dress.

El held the centaur's hanging hand and cast a suggestive look at the sheep mother on horseback. Elune smiled slightly and tilted her head.

Cute, miss you.

But that's not what Al was thinking about.

He thought about it and decided that today wasn't the right day, so he wasn't going to be a no-show. So why did Alina bring people to check on him?

I was thinking, luckily there were no fish in the water, so I could just cast my rod.

Alina doesn't like fishing, so she doesn't support El's fishing. In the Centaur's opinion, this is a kind of "hunting" entertainment that wastes time and yields little reward.

The fish you catch by sitting by the river for an afternoon may not be as good as those you catch by shooting an arrow.

Speaking of fun, sitting there waiting for prey to take the bait is far less interesting than carrying a bow and sword and actively pursuing the traces of prey.

So Alina has never liked Al's fishing. To her, instead of her adopted son spending so much time sitting there, it would be better for him to spend more time with her and try to give her a child.

Although the divine revelation given to her by the Four Mothers had already said that it would be extremely difficult for Alina and El, who were now in the life forms of a young god and a half-demon, to conceive offspring. Perhaps if El and Alina were locked in a static space and time and had continuous insemination, it would take the equivalent of dozens or hundreds of years in the outside world to have a chance of success - but what if a miracle happened?

So Alina has always been thinking about this. El already has many children, but none of them is hers or her adopted son's blood, which makes the horse girl feel unwilling.

There is also the pony Alia, who is the blood child of her sister and Al. This makes Alina feel uncomfortable. Because of this, Alina has never been close to the pony who adores her very much and even named after her. She always feels that Alina is the "rival's cub".

Of course, although Alina didn't like Al "wasting time", she would not comment on his behavior. The most she did was to try to get Al to her side, and she was willing to walk with him for this purpose.

Al was also quite happy to "compete wits and courage" with his adoptive mother in this way. It was a little fun between husband and wife. Just like now, whenever he went back to Pina, he would definitely bring his horse girl and sheep mother with him to find a clear spring and have fun together.

But Alina didn't bring people here to check on him.

She would not check if Al did not stand her up. Alina was possessive of Al, but not greedy. Even if Al ran to someone else's bed when he was not with her, Alina would wait until Al came back to admit his mistake after doing it before inflicting "punishment" on him.

This time, the centaur girl came to him for serious matters, which was rare.

"What did you write in your letter?"

She came up and asked knowingly, then picked up Al by the collar. Alina was already very skilled at this. She had picked up this boy, who had also entered her countless times, like a baby countless times in the past, holding him in her arms or on her back.

The centaur mother held her adopted son in her arms, which made Al, as a father, a little embarrassed. Fortunately, the children were very sensible and continued to stare at the fish float on the water, not interfering with the little interaction between their father and "mother".

"That, that's called first suppressing before promoting."

Al explained quietly.

After he sent the reply, his own bad taste was satisfied, but people around him like Misha were upset.

This was not a rumor that had been deliberately manipulated and spread to incite public opinion, but a real and huge humiliation against Al by the "supreme" ruler of the enemy country, or at least one of them.

Al's seemingly "submissive" words were full of them. He first modestly said that he was inferior in ability and virtue, and finally made a tactful suggestion, which was actually a refusal with a little provocation:

You said that I am good-looking and can be a woman, and you wanted to marry me. I personally "agree", but people around me don't quite accept it. It would be better for you to show some strength first, break through the Tamoto Fortress, march straight into the city of Margarita, and then I will be willing to dress up and come out in person to greet your "marriage" team.

This overly oriental euphemism, in Al's opinion, was a clever counterattack, just like in the novel, when the prime minister forced Sima Yi to go to war and the latter accepted to wear women's clothes: Hey, I endured it, what can you do to me?

But to those around him:

We have fought our way out of the Pina Forest, from south to north, without losing a single battle, but you, a greenskin, have made us dare not even leave the house. If the Battle of Tolosa had happened a few months earlier and the Tyrells had dared to send a fleet to land from the southeast under the pretext of supporting their neighboring country, it would be hard to say whether Aiur could have safely traveled to the white robe within a year.

He treated me like a soft persimmon, picking fights with me and bullying me, and now he is directly humiliating my "daddy" (son or husband).

This fucking guy is no longer just an ordinary clown!

Send the Ragehorn now!

Massacre! For! Six! Countries!

Hang his head in front of the emperor!

Which king in the Old World could bear such provocation? Whether it was the High Elves, Lord Battor, or the Imperials, according to the traditional nature of the Middle Ages, "even if you know there is a trap or it is a provocation, you still have to step on it", so wouldn't you immediately mobilize the army to go to war?

This is even more excessive than the prime minister sending women's clothing as a way of humiliating the victim.

If the humiliated person does not lose his temper and immediately go out to fight to the death to defend his honor, under other circumstances, he would be labeled as "cowardly and incompetent."

In other words, Al's prestige is too high. The public is still unaware of this matter, but even those around him, knowing that there is another plan, were somewhat furious when faced with such provocation, which shows the power of this insult.

If Al went out in anger to seek revenge, then no matter what the outcome, Rodrigo, who wrote the letter, would only suffer personal damage to his reputation:

If you do something like this, others will think you are very uncultured and impolite.

In return he got the opportunity he had sought, to fight on the United Kingdom mainland.

Not to mention that Tobaro is isolated, surrounded by mountains on three sides and the sea on one side, making it a natural fortress. Even if the United Kingdom were to break through the fortress and Tobaro and go north, they would still have to face the vast rotten land of the Withered Swamp. Miragliano is still a well-defended city with countless fortresses, artillery, and the most elite standing forces guarding the entire Tirell Kingdom and even the southern world.

After the Visconti gained supreme power in Miragliano, they managed the capital of the principality for three generations and developed it into a city that was as prosperous as Margherita, and even more powerful in terms of armaments.

Because of Tyrell's loose political system, each of the major duchies is independent of the others, and there are small fights every three days and big fights every five days. The capital of a duchy is the seat of government and the most important place, so the demand for defense is naturally extremely high.

Chapter 56: So What If He Comes?

According to traditional virtues, it is the practice of "knowing there is a tiger in the mountain, but still going there".

After the letter was delivered, everyone sitting in the Golden Palace would be furious.

Then they mobilize the army and rush forward without thinking twice. They may achieve certain results in the early stage, but they will usually be defeated in the end.

For example, Archbishop Sigmar, nicknamed "The Merciless" during the Great War, was the culprit (bushi) who called on heaven to intervene in the game and caused Sigma to be busy, resulting in Acha's prayers being unanswered and finally plunging into darkness.

He led a fanatical crusade army and plunged headlong into Sylvania, a country that had been occupied by the Undead for many years and had become a corrupted land. He charged forward, but in the end his entire legion was wiped out and he himself was captured and used as a resurrection vessel for the great skeleton lord Nagash.

Then there are the dwarves, who are the most stubborn in this regard. They will fight on even when they know they can't win, often suffering huge casualties and gaining nothing, and having to retreat in disgrace, even though this is the nature of the dwarf race.

But I didn't expect that Al could hold back his anger.