Warhammer

Al climbed up the watchtower and swung his legs outside. Mother Sheep stood behind him and straightened his hair. Al's growth had been rapid since he was born, but it began to slow down when he was sixteen or seventeen years old.

However, Al's physical functions are very strong in all aspects. He is energetic and rarely feels tired. But because Al does not personally go to the battlefield, the strong young man's body currently has no other use except for pile driving.

The legion was disbanded, those without homes returned to the camp and those with homes returned home. Ever since Al discovered that the extremely small number of wisents that appeared in the tribe suddenly gathered together and began to compile a set of scriptures with him and the new four gods as the protagonists, he found that the most important shortcoming of his legion seemed to have been filled.

intelligence.

After praying to the Omniscient several times until the other party gave an annoying reply that it was definitely her who did it, El felt at ease to let these wisecracking beasts write and spread their version of the Bible 2.0 of the Four Gods of Another World.

It is inevitable that the Eternal Chosen will personally come forward to provide guidance.

For example, add some words like "I was present at the creation of the Four Mothers" and "I will be responsible for the final battle" (next time he will really be held responsible).

Al viewed these sapiocones as potential staff assistants and combat priests.

At the same time, it is also responsible for nourishing the brains and opening up the wisdom of the beastmen, whose average intelligence is still slightly lower than that of humans. After believing in the Blood Mother, although their brains are no longer filled with fighting and killing like the K Party, their intelligence is more worryingly affected by emotions.

The Bible...The Bible can also be considered an enlightenment reading material!

It is difficult to observe whether wisdom has improved over a period of time, but at least loyalty and the understanding of loyalty have improved a lot.

For example, in the past we only knew about blood sacrifice to the blood mother and charging for the boss!

As for why they had to sacrifice the blood mother for the sake of their boss, the ten beastmen could not give a complete answer.

Now I can barely understand: because Ai'er is the biological son of the Four Gods, he came to the earth to save the beastman Barabara;

In the past, the beastmen were in danger of being upside down, and the tribe was in danger of being overthrown. Fortunately, the heavens did not end the chaos, and the eternal gods chose Pina to ascend to the throne... holding a three-foot sword, he pacified the world, blah blah;

Wear Ai's clothes! Eat Ai's food!

Go to the battlefield for God's choice!

......

loyalty!

So loyal!

The tribe was immediately blessed with the Crusader (Eight-pointed Star) and Simple Love Tribalism buffs.

Al found it strange, but was still quite satisfied.

As long as the combat effectiveness and loyalty are improved, it will be fine.

Over the past few months, he has led the remnants of the Joyous Tribe to the depths of the Pina Forest and can say that they have "forged their way through frost and dew, cut through thorns, and gained some land."

The population was less than a thousand when they entered the forest, but after continuous stages of capturing chaotic beasts, eliminating surrounding threats, and educating the population, the population has reached a size of five thousand.

There are still more than 3,000 Chaos Beast slaves that have not been tamed and are locked in cages.

In the past, eight thousand beastmen would have been considered a fairly large warband. Although they could not compare with the Beast King tribes whose notoriety could stop a baby from crying, they were already a force that could not be underestimated.

Besides, Ai'er's tribe is not like the war gangs of the past, chaotic and noisy, and is maintained entirely by the force of the Beast King and the Screaming Shaman.

There are forest farms that continuously produce supplies, growing mushrooms, wild vegetables, and fast-growing edible plants; there are craftsman workshops, where carefully selected and clever beastmen enter to learn how to repair and forge weapons.

Even in terms of education, Ai'er set up a tribal primary school.

All beastman cubs must come here to systematically learn some knowledge and experience, as well as be instilled with the new four gods from an early age. Al will come here in person to give instructions from time to time.

I fulfilled my dream of becoming a teacher...

The Aiel tribe now has logistics, support, a complete sustainable development, a self-sufficient tribal system, and of course the most important thing is military strength:

The Red Vanguard Legion, whose members all believe in the Blood Mother, constitutes the main force under Aiel with a huge force of 1,408 people. It is divided into 16 small regiments of 88 people. Each regiment is divided into eight teams of 8 and a squadron of 24 people. Each team has a Red Mane Captain, three teams have a Red Horn Leader, and each regiment is commanded by a Wrath Horn Vanguard.

Al wanted to complain about this ratio that was multiple of eight, but the Blood Mother's believers, including Alina, firmly agreed with this holy number.

Al could have forced his way, but in order not to affect morale and as the current organization did not show any weaknesses in the battle, he gave up for the time being.

He had a feeling that future military expansion would probably still be in multiples of eight...

The troll army of one hundred and twenty-three consisted of trolls, river trolls, stone trolls, and forest trolls, led by the river troll leader Heshuhan, who was jokingly named by Ai.

It is not appropriate to say that he was commanding. It was always Al who gave orders to the troll leader in his mind, and then through his roars and shouts, he urged those clumsy and slow-moving fellows to the front line.

These strong but clumsy monsters finally gained a little more brain capacity and slightly improved intelligence than their primitive relatives due to continued taming and the inspiration of chaos.

By the way, trolls have very strong vitality and adaptability, and their appearance will change over time in any environment.

The most common troll army is the one that comes into contact with swamps - and there are a lot of these things in the Pina Forest. The river trolls formed by the abundant rivers and other environments are characterized by their ability to fight underwater (nonsense) and their skin secretes slippery and corrosive mucus.

Any place you stay in for a long time seems to be affected by this thing and begins to turn into a swamp, such as the fence that initially imprisoned the river trolls.

And strong stomach acid.

There are also the harder and stronger stone trolls, the ordinary trolls who have no special features except stink, regeneration and great strength, the forest trolls who are covered with vines and moss and look like a large moving potted plant, and some other strange subspecies.

Al feels like he’s in a collecting game, maybe he could create a monster park in the future?

It is worth mentioning that he discovered a new role for the troll:

Knock the bones and suck the marrow.

Sustainable, in the physical sense.

Of course, it’s not that exaggerated, and the beastmen generally don’t eat the troll’s bone marrow, but something else.

"Stomach acid".

According to Al's impression, this thing can kill a fully armed soldier with just one mouthful of stomach acid.

And it emits a long-lasting stench. Al specifically picked out a few dead river trolls to skin them - only these things are big enough to carry the things vomited out of their stomachs. Then he caught a few river trolls and took them to a small dark room, forcing them to continuously vomit out their gastric juices.

very disgusting.

After he succeeded, he didn't want to go to that place again.

The smell is more pungent than body odor and is a torture to any intelligent species with a normal sense of smell.

The plan was almost abandoned because no beastman could withstand the constant pungent stench and the corrosive and burning feeling in the air to deal with that thing.

Al imagined that he could use this thing as a simple stomach acid bomb in the future:

A group of monsters about four or five meters tall dropped a wave of bombs before engaging the enemy, causing four types of damage at the same time: long-range, explosive, corrosive, and stench, and then continued to charge.

Troll Grenadiers!

There are two giants.

A giant descended from the legendary Sky Titan.

In the medieval background, he is almost like the famous Archdemon of Khorne, Skarbrand, and has become a background figure in combat power.

To describe someone as powerful is to say: his strength can rival that of a giant, he can tear a giant apart with bare hands, he can subdue a giant, he can kill a giant…

A Beastman scout team was on patrol when they stumbled upon these two beasts, one large and one small, wandering aimlessly. They looked like a father and a son taking a walk in the forest, just knocking over and crushing everything that stood in their way.

The first beastman who mustered up the courage to step out of hiding might have done so because of the burning heart of a challenger and the pursuit of glory, but it was obviously the right bet.

Or maybe the giant was full.

The giant did not attack the beastman scouts, but was attracted by the food they presented and walked into the jungle.

Then a centaur with flaming eyes, the Mother of Fury's first choice in the mortal world, believed by the tribe to be "a volcano split by lightning, a son of thunder and fire born in the erupting torrent", came out with a huge hammer.

The giant got angry and attacked!

The giant was knocked down!

Then, following a procedure of first giving the big stick and then the sweet date, El appeared with the aura of blessing from the eternal God's chosen one, and with the compatibility between the giants and the beastmen, two giants, one big and one small, followed the tribe to settle down.

They are the only two behemoth units in the entire tribe.

And Al also found a completely new species that was not in his memory.

Goblin.

At first glance, he thought these things were goblins, but after careful study, he found that they were different from the goblins he had imagined.

Although goblins do not have mating organs like greenskins, they reproduce through a method similar to spore planting. They expel a certain spore-containing mucus from their bodies, peel off the bark and apply it on the mucus, then gently close the bark. After a few days, an embryo will swell up in that position, and it will mature and fall to the ground within three to one week by absorbing nutrients from the tree. There can be about two to three goblins in one litter.

This name was also given by Al. Considering the way it was born from a tree, maybe it could also be called a wood elf?

But fearing that a full force of rangers would sneak into the Pina Forest and cause trouble for the Chosen Ones, Al named them Goblins.

If it's a little green, it can be called ineffective, or ineffective?

This seems to be a completely new species. At least, no one in the El tribe has any impression of it. The beastmen think it is something like a goblin, but after long-term observation, El finds that this thing's habits are milder than those suspected distant relatives that are also green?

They like green plants, live in tree holes, and have a high tolerance for dirty things including Beastmen feces and Troll gastric juice, and are happy to collect these things.

After discovering them, Al tried to continue exploring and found that there seemed to be only this isolated tribe in the surrounding area, so he took them all back. These things were very docile and seemed to be a race born to be tamed.

They have a strong talent in planting, and are good at mixing all kinds of strange things into fertilizer-like things to increase crop yields and growth. Al simply let some beastmen take this group of goblins to be responsible for the sanitation of the tribe. They don't mind the dirt or the smell, and they collect the waste and turn it directly into fertilizer.

Except for their ugly appearance, they are a perfect servant race.

There are relatively few people, only about three hundred or so. Although the reproduction method is simple, it seems that not every tree can give birth to a goblin embryo. It requires a certain level of years and nutrition, and the goblin's own secretion of spore mucus is also very slow, and it will take about several months to refill.

The good thing is that Al doesn't have to worry about these little creatures becoming an epidemic and causing another green tide disaster.

The sight of the goblin riding on the troll's head and throwing stomach acid bombs always reminded him of an old tower defense game.

Plants are large...

Even other types of soldiers can use this thing, but the smell and appearance are not very good. In the future, Aiel's army will go to battle accompanied by a strong stench, making it look like a Nurgle plague army... Fat Grandpa will definitely be very happy.

But the Blood Mother won’t.

After reviewing it, the biggest drawback is the lack of long-range attack methods, but there is nothing Al can do. After the beastmen believed in the Blood Mother, their mastery of melee weapons improved rapidly, but the crossbow...

Have you ever seen the vanguard of Khorne using bows and arrows?

That’s right, just like the Blood Mother Army.

At first, Al thought this was wrong and that he had to keep up with the times. But after thinking about it carefully, he realized that in the medieval world, one had to rely on long-range attacks.

Not to mention the distant Zhendan dragon crossbows, nearby there are the Wood Elf Rangers who never miss their target with their arrows, the High Elf Avalon Archer Boys who enchant explosive arrows, the Dark Elf armor-piercing crossbows, and the Imperial muskets who line up to shoot...

And the dwarves have everything from crossbows to cannons.

With the current level of the Ai'er tribe, the only long-range killing they can do is blow arrows and throw stones.

It would be better to pray for the Blood Mother's blessing before the battle so that the arrows will not penetrate.

So let’s just frame the entire army and move it forward. What’s the point of the social security route for the monster faction?

Just waaaaagh over there!

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Excluding the situation where Chaos directly gathered troops, which Beastman tribe could develop so quickly from nothing?

Al was a little bloated.

"If you want to win the end, you must first gather the beasts. If you want to gather the beasts, you must first conquer Pina!"

It doesn't seem appropriate.

"Today, the world is divided into two parts, Order and Chaos; the Order Empire, the high-level elites, are at their peak; the World-Destroying Commander is eyeing us covetously; these two are truly unmatched!"

"The southwest is exhausted, but the people are outstanding and the land is blessed. There is no powerful lord occupying it. It is the right place for God to choose! Raise troops and gather strength, unite the beasts, sweep across the southern kingdom, ally with the high elves in the west and make peace with them; reach Baator in the north and crush their spears. Although the empire is big, it is beyond our reach. The southern kingdom can be taken over!"

"When the end comes, send a general to lead the army out of Blackfire and go north to fight against the chaos, following the example of Vlad. If we win, we will have saved the world, and if we lose, we can still retreat to the south. Isn't that wonderful?"

Such a perfect blueprint unfolded almost right before Al's eyes, and then an unexpected thing happened.

"What's disturbing?"

Al heard a noise outside the tent and got up to see.

A shit-green goblin boy was caught by a werewolf scout and rushed out of the tent, then put down in front of the angry-horned beast guards.

"Great, great, great, great king! A monk with a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth came outside..."

"?"

Al was horrified.

The goblin boy slapped himself in the face and hastily corrected himself:

"There's a guy who's dressed very strangely and ugly who wants to see you!"

"I was wondering who it was, it turned out to be the one being pressed!"

Al, who wanted to make a joke but ended up biting himself, stuck out his tongue. The sheep mother quickly opened the boy's mouth gently and blew into it to comfort him.