Warhammer

"What happened?"

He immediately questioned the beastmen.

"Boss, leader, the Great Shaman's swarm suddenly fell down and we lost our direction!"

The beastman had a look of panic on his face and cast a hopeful look at Al.

bad thing!

Something might have really happened to Sal.

Al was feeling uncertain. If Thrall's side had been hunted down and annihilated by the Imperials, they would be isolated. In the Pina Forest, they were fighting alone, without any allies or strongholds.

They will soon face a food crisis. The old tribe has been burned down and there is no way to rely on the warehouses. Even if it hasn't been burned, Al won't dare to go back easily.

By then, this army of about 200 people would quickly fall apart. No matter how much the Chaos Beastmen feared the authority of Aiel and the women and horses, they would attack and devour each other driven by hunger. The morale of the Beastmen who had just won a victory and experienced a miracle would immediately fall to the bottom.

Reality is not a game. No matter how powerful an army is, it will always need supplies unless it is completely out of the realm of mortals, let alone Ai's scattered army.

Alina looked at Al, obviously putting the decision in his hands.

Advance or retreat?

What if Sal is okay?

Is it just that the bees it raises are no longer doing well?

Wouldn't that mean he had lost a good opportunity to integrate the Tribe of Joyers into his own base of power, or at least gain partial leadership?

But if the Sar's tribe had been completely wiped out, he would be walking right into the pocket of the Imperials if he rushed forward...

Ai'er's biological mother was a human, but she was born into a tribe of beastmen. The latter naturally recognized him as one of their own kind, and with the extremely strong aura of chaos in him, it was almost impossible for him to enter civilized society normally.

Besides the Beastmen, only the Rats and the True Chaos Elements are likely to accept an individual like Al.

The key is whether the new four gods he is loyal to and the old four gods have a seesaw relationship of east wind prevailing over west wind or west wind prevailing over east. The outcome of the End of the World determines the survival of the new four gods, so they are naturally opposed in this respect.

Then the Chaos factions, at least except those loyal to the New Four Gods, cannot be considered.

Skaven were not an option from the beginning.

What's more, Al is faced with not only no choice, but the best choice is right next to him.

He must seize this opportunity.

Otherwise, it would take an unknown amount of time to find such a good opportunity again. The end was brewing, Chaos could wait, but he couldn't.

"Follow the direction that Wasp pointed out last time, and move forward at full speed!"

"Send all the wolves to the left and right front, and expand the reconnaissance range by half. We must find the existence of Thrall and his men or the Imperial Army as soon as possible!"

Al gave orders to the wolf leader and the beastman leader with a stern face.

My heart is as cold as iron, but my blood is boiling little by little.

The Blood Mother was approving and expecting him to move forward.

Al already understood that there might be a long-awaited battle waiting ahead.

Chapter 35: Attack!

The marching speed increased again, and the wolves were expanding their vision far ahead.

El lay on the centaur girl's back, keeping an eye on the situation on the map.

wait.

Anxiously waiting.

To the extent that Al doubted several times whether he had gone in the wrong direction and was going in the opposite direction from Thrall and others?

The centaur girl noticed Al's anxiety, and gently picked him up and placed his head on her chest, which greatly relieved his tension.

But Al's mind was still full of thoughts about Sal Sal Sal, and even the soft and elastic breasts of the horse girl were not as comfortable as before.

It wasn't until the first red dot appeared on the map that Al was sure that the direction was correct.

"Stop everyone!"

"Stop it all!"

When he saw more and more red dots representing the enemy appearing on the map as the werewolf scouts advanced, Al was both excited and nervous, and hurriedly ordered the entire army to stop advancing.

At the same time, they tried their best to lock the position of the werewolves in the front on the map and kept sending them messages to retreat.

This group of werewolves have limited loyalty to Al and their connection with him is not strong, so the effect of the Void Order is not very good. Al watched them continue to move forward during the command process, running for a distance and detecting more red dots before starting to retreat.

At this time, the werewolf scout who came back to report the news also rushed back.

"Boss, there are many enemies ahead."

The werewolf stammered a few simple words to report the situation on the front line to Al.

Because of the blessing of the four gods, Al can naturally understand all languages ​​and know their meanings.

Now the front is blocked by enemies, and there are more things that have not been explored behind the fog. Al is in a dilemma.

The beastman captain hurried over again, and the dying wasps in his hand began to move strangely. They kept crawling in one direction in his palm, while flapping their wings hard to try to fly.

The direction of Sal!

Al quickly instructed his men to advance stealthily, using their racial advantage to secretly approach the rear of the Imperials in the forest.

At the same time, the werewolf scouts who had returned were sent out to conduct reconnaissance on the left and right wings to find out how wide the Imperial line was, so that they could roughly estimate the number of Imperial troops.

At the same time, let a few agile beastmen find a few trees to climb up and see if they can see anything.

As time passed, more and more red dots could be seen, and the line became extremely wide, like a semicircle.

Al didn't know what was behind this circle. Perhaps it was the Saar tribe that was being surrounded? Or maybe it was simply the rear guard camp of the Empire.

Al didn't dare to give up the gamble easily. With his existing military force, if he couldn't deploy it to the critical and correct place on the battlefield, it would be of little use compared to the Imperial Army's advantages in numbers, equipment and discipline.

"Boss, leader!"

A horned orc with nimble hands and feet climbed the fastest and was the first to step on a branch and look ahead.

"Trees, lots of trees... Fire, lots of fire!"

It yelled incoherently, making Al even more upset, but there was obviously not enough loyalty between him and the horned beast to form a close bond, and he could not share its perspective.

"Shaman, I saw it! It's Shaman!"

The orc suddenly shouted excitedly, then swung its hooves and started to move forward.

Fortunately, the woman-horse was nearby and caught the horned beast with one hand, bringing it to the ground.

The frightened orc hadn't recovered yet when he saw Al's suppressed expression and the growing fire in his eyes, and he hurriedly poured out everything he saw.

"The shaman's flag, I saw it, an open space, a big valley entrance, they are blocked there! So many bodies!"

He had already learned about the terrain of the area from the Beastman captain. It was a valley that was recessed from the endless Pina forests and hills, like a section that had broken away from the Ilana Mountains.

The whole valley is in the shape of a figure eight, and the terrain becomes narrower as you go further up the valley. Once you pass the end of the valley, you will enter a dark forest that is even more dangerous and rarely visited by civilization. The Pina Forest has bred countless terrifying monsters, and there are even terrifying twisted creatures that look like those that ran out of the Corrupted Forest of Athel Loren.

Thrall and his men's plan should be to cross this valley and go deep into the Pina Forest to hide from humans. The monsters may be scary, but they still have hundreds or thousands of people to deal with them. However, the Imperial Army will exterminate the Beastmen.

However, now they are blocked here at the mountain pass. One step forward would mean a new world, but for some reason they cannot move forward or backward.

Ai'er's mind was now full of various plans and calculations. The gap in strength was too great. If he made a wrong move, he would have to pay a heavy price. The woman and the horse were chosen by the Blood Mother, but in the environment of Chaos Decline, it was impossible for her to kill hundreds or thousands of people by herself;

The beastmen who had just completed the division did not even have any training, and relied entirely on the tacit understanding and cooperation they had developed in the past tribe;

The Chaos Beastmen were a noisy bunch, and Aiel had to keep them in check along the way to prevent infighting and backstabbing;

But Sal is right in front of us, we have to save him!

"Call back the black and white wolf packs, and have the gray team go out to the periphery to conduct reconnaissance."

Al bit his fingers, closed his eyes and focused on the map in his mind, making plans.

There are three teams of werewolves, which Al simply named the black, white and gray teams.

"All march left."

Al was making plans on the map, much like two famous micro-manipulation masters.

But what’s better than them is that the next moment Al will personally implement his plan.

When they were in almost the same position, he called the leaders of the black and white teams and pointed to the human camp vaguely visible outside the dense forest.

"You lead the team and go over there, and rush behind the humans from there."

The werewolf leader pawed the ground nervously, obviously showing some resistance.

Al's face was cold and his pupils were red as fire.

"I don't want you to sneak attack the enemy. That would be sending you to your death. You only have one mission."

"Run through the human camp from behind as fast as you can and join up with Thrall and the others."

"With your speed, it's enough to get through before the humans react and intercept. Can you do it?"

Al asked the two wolf leaders in a deep voice.

"The gods will reward those mortals who have made contributions in this battle. Let me see the speed of the wolf pack!" His words seemed to carry the sound of metal clashing, which inspired people and gave them courage.

The two wolf leaders looked at each other, knelt on one knee before Al, and left after receiving the order.

Then, Al immediately led his army and marched towards the rear of the human left wing, taking advantage of the cover of the forest.

It is a place visible on the map where there are relatively fewer red dots representing enemies, but it is not the weakest position. He has to wait for the opportunity.

......

"Can we launch a full-scale attack now?"

The wood elf leaned against the tree bored, playing with a dagger in his hand.

Rhine and others gathered outside the tent to observe the situation on the battlefield.

His risky plan, which he had taken despite his subordinates' opposition, seemed to be about to achieve a good victory. He used the mobility of Pegasus Knights and Griffins to launch attacks in the sky where the Beastmen could not imagine, followed by a ground attack led by the Wood Elves and Hunters.

The beastmen who believed in the shepherd god and had not experienced any battles for a long time were defeated by this combination of punches. They abandoned the gathering place and fled into the forest that night. However, this step was already in Rhine's plan.

Through a deal with the wood elves, the other party agreed to help him in his efforts to exterminate the beasts. He communicated with the sleeping forest spirits in the Pina Forest, and they informed the wood elves of the surrounding environmental conditions. Rhine took advantage of his knowledge of the terrain and tried to drive the beasts to a pre-planned place from the beginning. This place was perfect and suitable for a war of annihilation.

It is the way out that Thrall is looking for for his people, and it is also a trap that Rhine sets for the wild beasts.

He used the mobility of Pegasus Knights to continuously transport personnel to the valley entrance, and sent out almost all the hunter troops at hand, with a lightly armed infantry to harass day and night, hiding at the valley entrance and cutting wood on the spot to build obstacle fences.

When Thrall and his tribe rushed to the valley, their retreat was blocked by the imperial army, and they had already fallen into Rhine's plan.

In front of them is narrow terrain and dense human defense lines, behind them is the imperial army that is pressing forward step by step. They are trapped in this small area, and outside is an ever-shrinking encirclement.

Rhine Julius, a very talented young general, ignored his subordinates' strong opposition and led his troops into the forest to fight the Beastmen despite the heavy casualties, and quickly forced the Joyous Tribe into a dead end. But now, victory is at hand, and he is as upset as Al.

He seemed to be observing the battlefield, but also observing the staff and subordinates around him.

If it weren't for that idiot Will, a good-for-nothing but good-looking loser, everything would be over if we launched an attack now.

Rhine was feeling sulky.

The half-grown boy riding a strong centaur that Will described never showed up, so he could not make up his mind to annihilate the remaining beastmen.

Must kill it!

Otherwise, a woman from the Julius family giving birth to a Chaos bastard that was wandering in the forests of a foreign country would become a stain on the entire family!

Shame is not scary, what is scary is not washing it away!

Even if Celestine was so defiled, as long as he could kill the Beast King and the Beastman cub and massacre the Chaos Tribe, the shame would be washed away and even Julius' enemies would not be able to blame him for anything!

Celestine could go to Altdorf and find a monastery, or just stay in the foreign land of Estalia, marry a wealthy and good-natured businessman, and live a carefree life.

Washing away the shame is the greatest help Rhine can do for his cousin.

Even if he went against the court's orders, he would be attacked by his enemies.

“Come out quickly…Come out quickly…”

He left his men and walked to the tree alone, stroking the rough branches, muttering to himself while looking at the battlefield.

"Yes, there are wolves!"

The messenger came hurriedly. The staff officers looked over and saw the young soldier panting and reporting, "The Gate Company was attacked by the Beastmen. Those guys rushed out from behind and attacked their defense line."