Warhammer

Rhine tapped the tree trunk gently. "How many are there?"

The messenger licked his dry lips and continued, "Not many, but it will be difficult to clear them out in a short time. Commander Will on the left wing has already led his troops over to provide support."

Rhine nodded, thought for a moment, shook his head and cursed with a smile: "Idiot."

"Pass the order and prepare to attack."

......

"You... We once fell into chaos and sank in the quagmire of corruption! But after the great war, the teachings of the Shepherd God allowed us to escape from filth. We worked hard, cultivated the land, and established our own tribe and homeland!"

"However, the Imperials never paid attention to these things. They still regarded us as beasts and Chaos running dogs. In the name of their gods, they slaughtered our compatriots and burned our forests!"

"We fight for the Faith of the Shepherd, for the tribe, for them, for you, and for ourselves!"

El pointed to the rear of the humans. Thrall and the others were behind this line of defense.

The beastmen clenched their spears and daggers, and expressions of solidarity appeared on their faces (the motivation of success, leadership +8, love comes from Altdorf).

Al felt more and more proficient in the skills on the battlefield. The aura of metal and iron always lingered around him. He analyzed the enemy, found weaknesses, assessed the chances of winning, and motivated his subordinates... He realized that the Blood Mother gave him not only a guide and a guardian chosen by God.

There is also the harmony, yearning, and mastery of war contained in the burning blood!

A short speech is required to encourage the followers of the Shepherd, while only a short sentence is needed to deal with the Wrathhorn and launch an attack.

"attack!"

"Blood---"

The woman-horse turned into a scarlet lightning and rushed out of the hiding place!

The two imperial soldiers who were carrying supplies were struck by lightning, staring blankly at the red figure leaping high and descending!

The front hoof crushed the chest of one soldier, and the hammer smashed another one away.

"Sacrifice the Blood Mother!"

In the forest, a tide of beasts is surging!

Chapter 36: Leap into the Great Forest, Sarto

tree.

Still a tree.

The same scenery repeated countless times along the way has made Al feel indescribably bored.

He seemed to understand why Thrall and his companions believed in harmony with nature and seclusion but were unwilling to enter the depths of the Pina Forest.

And there is danger, danger everywhere.

Previously, when El and his team were marching quickly towards Sar, the members who fell behind could catch up and rejoin the team in a short or long time, but in the depths of the Pina Forest, falling behind was very dangerous.

Even though they were a large group of nearly a thousand people, all of them natural beastmen of the woodland race, they would still be afraid of the low growls and strange sounds that occasionally came from the depths of the dark forest.

Al was riding on horseback, looking a little dazed, and scenes from the battlefield would appear in front of his eyes from time to time.

"Roar!"

The sudden unexpected event interrupted his memories. The river troll, who had buried himself in the swamp with only part of his body exposed and looked like an ordinary floating piece of rotten wood, sensed the movement on the ground, stood up impatiently, and launched an attack on the Joyous Tribe...

The river troll's body was covered in a blue-black grime made of mud and moss, and it had spikes growing on its back, belly, and arms.

He held a large dead wood club in his hand, had fins on both sides of his face, and eyes so small that they were almost invisible.

It jumped out of the swamp and ran a few steps toward the shore.

Looking at the long, marching herd of beasts on the shore, and the fierce-looking female horse holding a war hammer in one hand that was twice bigger than its head.

“Ugh!”

The river troll let out a strange cry and ran a few steps deeper into the swamp. Al found the way it ran away a little funny, and his depressed mood improved a little.

Suddenly I felt that something was wrong.

These trolls...seem to be social creatures?

“Ugh!!”

More river trolls rose and crawled out of the swamp, rushing toward the shore wielding clubs that smelled as bad as themselves.

"Gather the troops!"

......

Alina pulled the hammer out of a river troll's head, bringing out a pool of rotten flesh and blood, and smashed it down again with force, repeating this several times until there was no good flesh left on the river troll's body.

The surrounding beastmen with spears rushed forward and began to cut and split the river troll's limbs, interrupting its healing.

An exceptionally strong river troll was pierced by a dozen spears and was pushed backwards.

It roared, but its stomach could no longer spit out the foul-smelling corrosive acid. It was forced against the trunk of a big tree, and the big club in its hand fell to the side. It waved its claws and fangs in the air, unable to resist.

Alina walked over and raised a sledgehammer to smash its head. The river troll struggled, looking in the direction of Al with its small eyes. When she saw the fear expressed in the pair of red eyes on his face, he suddenly showed a pleading look to Al.

"Wait a minute!"

Al jumped down from the rock and walked towards Alina.

"Don't kill it yet."

He thought of creatures like trolls. Some said they were mutated creatures under the influence of chaotic power, while others said they were the mucus in the toes of the second brother Mao, but in any case they were closely related to destruction and the chaotic camp.

He is often dragged into war by the Greenskins, Norsca and Chaos.

Aiur himself is the Eternal Chosen, and his subordinates are all Beastmen who have close ties with Chaos. If he can subdue these trolls to act as monsters and meat shields, it will be much better than using the precious population as infantry.

He placed his palm on the centaur's thigh, signaling her to relax, and the latter put down the hammer, but kept her vigilant eyes on the river troll.

Ai'er looked at the river troll that had given up resistance, and slowly signaled the beastmen to retract their spears little by little. It also behaved very calmly and did not make any sudden escape or sudden attack.

Then he slid down onto the tree roots, and under Al's gaze, he stood up awkwardly and lay down on the ground again, making a loud vomiting-like sound to show his submission.

Most of the other river trolls who had already lost their resistance and were being torn apart by the beastmen, or who were still barely fighting, gave up struggling after hearing the roar. They simply dropped their weapons and lay on the ground like the boss.

[Barbaric and Stupid Challenger: A nearby river troll tribe has launched an attack on you. Defeating them may earn their loyalty. Mission Reward: River Troll Unit*1]

The system prompts...there is no such thing.

Al looked at the pitiful river troll lying on the ground, and the depressed mood in his heart dissipated a little.

He clapped his hands and ordered the tribe to regroup and move forward, while rescuing the wounded, collecting the bodies, taking the weapons from the river trolls, and dividing them into two groups, one in the front and one in the middle, to clear the way and guard.

It was just a bloody battle and a narrow defeat!

Even in the past, I have lost in games before.

What's more, the original goal was to lead the tribe to break out and gain leadership. Now that the transition has been successful and the leadership has been obtained, it is not considered a loss.

A great victory for our army!

Although the breakout at the valley entrance suffered considerable losses, most of the tribesmen led by Thrall and the troops led by Aiel successfully broke out of the Empire's encirclement and entered the depths of the Pina Forest to shake off the pursuers.

Al also successfully obtained the "basic base" he had been longing for.

The army that previously consisted of only combat members and had little food could not be considered a complete force in the forest. At best, it was an isolated army.

But now, Ai'er has material reserves, logistics, and a huge tribe (nearly five times the number before).

Although the main members are still believers of the Shepherd God who are neutral and not hostile to the new Four Gods faith he represents, this is also a very good start.

A few days ago, Al was still alone. Apart from the record of killing the Beast King (Hokuma) in the battle, he had nothing. Even his mother wanted to shout Sigma and kill him.

Now, with the God-chosen woman horse at his side, and five hundred armored soldiers and ten good generals under his command, it can be said that his luck has turned. He is a powerful force in the Pina Forest...

Still a very small force.

But it's barely watchable.

Their top priority was to find a place as flat as possible with a wide view and water source to set up camp and establish a new gathering place.

Otherwise, the food and wounded would not last long.

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Knights descended from the sky, lances gleaming coldly were within reach, musketry was firing, the smell of gunpowder was lingering, blood was flowing...

"A despicable sneak attack," Thrall said hoarsely. "I am defeated."

The Pegasus Knight's charge was like a god descending from heaven. Although the lance failed to pierce El, it caused severe damage to Sar's already wounded body.

"Sal..."

Al held the old shaman's hand. The wound on his chest was bleeding, soaking through his tattered robe.

The old shaman's face looked even older, with a lifeless paleness.

"They, the humans, are here for you..."

The old shaman whispered, the voice so faint that only the two of them could hear it. Al was startled, thinking that the shaman was going to blame him, he looked up, only to see kindness, pain and bitterness revealed in the shaman's cloudy eyes.

Only there is no malice.

"Because of our neglect, you were born into the tribe; because of you, the tribe was destroyed. This is the law of natural balance."

"Don't feel guilty, kid. In my eyes, all members of the tribe are equal. You are one of us."

Alina threw away the knight's body in her hand and threw the broken wing of the Pegasus aside. Al, covered in blood, stood not far away and looked at the shaman who fell to the ground with serious injuries.

"Please lead them, take them on, whether it's obeying nature or entering the city... or, returning to chaos."

It stretched out its trembling hands, and with all its strength, it placed its hold on El's legs, and placed the Fujiyue necklace that the old shaman had always worn on the boy's legs.

"I, I may not be able to do it!"

El felt terrified. The Centaur Girl's devotion, the Four Gods' blessing, Thrall's trust, in just a few days, he had shouldered too much.

This also means responsibility.

I'm afraid no one in the entire world has a more important mission to accomplish than him.

"My teacher, the Guide, once told me..." Thrall murmured, holding Al's hand tightly. "No one is born outstanding."

"You have to lead them... to win the future... Peace and..."

Chapter 37: The Establishment of the Tribe

The stench of the river trolls accompanied the tribe all the way. Fortunately, the beastmen were highly resistant to this kind of thing. If they were humans, they would have refused to move forward long ago.

But the strong fishy smell still made the morale of the tribe members inevitably low, especially the young beastmen. The sounds of vomiting were heard from time to time in the advancing team. Ai'er had to organize the river trolls into a separate team and let the tauren and centaurs watch over them.

This smell is a torture to both the enemy and us, but the Chaos Beastmen used to be the symbol of filth, so they are fearless. In addition, the Greenskin Chaos creatures are also highly resistant to it, so the effect of the stench is mainly reflected on the Order side.

Now that the Beastmen have escaped corruption, they are gradually moving towards an intelligent and orderly species. Their members are no longer cruel and bloodthirsty, their tribes are no longer filled with a foul stench, and their resistance to filth has also been weakened a lot.

Al sniffed the lingering fishy smell in the air and covered his nose, thinking that if the river trolls fought in formation in the future, they would stink up their own people before they even got close to the enemy. He would have to experiment with it later.

Build a fully armored troll army, rushing around like stones in a toilet, smelly and hard.

After breaking out of the valley, they traveled for most of the night and set off again at dawn. After Thrall's death, no one in the entire tribe knew anything about the depths of the forest. Most of the knowledge was just legends passed down by word of mouth.

Names like Tyrant, Son of Pina, Dark Blood, Fury of the Woodland, and Mad Giant can probably be judged to be titles given by the Beastmen to certain powerful monsters and tribes. Al is very careful and tries to send out wolves and Beastmen scouts to survey the terrain before the tribe moves forward.

It is impossible for a tribe of nearly a thousand people to completely hide their movements. Along the way, Al could feel many eyes peeking in the shadows and dense forests, waiting for an opportunity to tear a bite or two of flesh from the tribe.

Even with the help of a map it is difficult to avoid this situation.

The scouts sent out also suffered considerable losses. The loss of nearly a quarter of their personnel had made them a little lazy and somewhat resistant to the mission. However, the authority of the Beast King was here. If they disobeyed orders, they would die. If they left the group, they would also die. If they obeyed orders, they might even come back alive for a good meal.

The journey of migration is very long, and it is difficult to know where hope lies. It may be in the next second, or it may be a long time.

The joy of taming the river troll was somewhat diluted by the boring and tense journey, but Al had good luck, or perhaps it was the blessing of the four gods.

The scout quickly reported back—in fact, Al had already seen it on the map.

About two kilometers away from their location, there was a river and a plain next to the river.

A perfect gathering point!

After Al gathered the scouts again and told them that this was the last mission of the day, the wolf pack and the beastman scouts ran into the dense forest together and dispersed around the river.

The red and yellow dots on the map, representing neutrality and threats, were detected and either killed or driven away.

El leaned against the horse girl's back, feeling satisfied.