Warhammer

So the greenskins have to stand up!

But not too sharp.

Now we have to go to the human world to find out the specific situation.

Al thought about it and found that it seemed that only the followers of the shepherd god in his tribe were suitable for tasks of this nature.

Even for Alina, the increasingly strong aura of chaos on her body after coming into contact with him was as bright and conspicuous as a beacon in the dark night in the wild. Although Estalia was tolerant, it was not yet to the point where chaotic elements could run rampant in broad daylight.

Of course, Al didn't know that this inference was wrong. Not only could it be popular, but it could also be worshipped by believers and he could engage in erotic play with nuns.

"By the way, there are still some prisoners among those captured earlier, right?"

So Al went to find Kallen, the female mage of the White Tower, a follower of the Omniscient Mother, who had set up a tent and was living in seclusion in a corner of the tribe, not knowing what she was doing.

The White Tower gave birth to Tzeentch, the Church gave birth to Sin, the Physician gave birth to Nurgle, and the Legion gave birth to Khorne.

Wonderful.

The female mage still had an indifferent look on her face. Except for the first time they met and when she confronted the paladin, there was rarely any expression on her face. She seemed to have a rather cold (repressed?) personality.

"Fiona is a hunter's daughter who was raised by wood elves. She should be a bit aloof and cold, but she values ​​the feelings of her companions. It should be easy to use her companions as threats to make her your hot weapon."

"The same is true for Swordsman An, but this guy has a stronger personality, and mercenaries are accustomed to taking risks and gambling. Even if she becomes a sexy woman, we must prevent her from taking the opportunity to betray, or thinking that there is no chance and planning to die together, such as biting off her penis."

"Sister Alia is kind and innocent. On the contrary, she is the easiest one to convert. As long as you possess her by force and teach her the teachings of the new god, it will be easy to turn her into your nun."

The sorceress said a lot of things in a serious manner, and Al felt something was wrong.

Why are they all going for OOXX training and depravity?

I am the Everchosen, not a Slaanesh!

hateful!

"how about you?"

Al asked curiously.

The female mage was silent for a while, her expression somewhat difficult, as if she had already expected it but indeed found it difficult to speak.

"My body is part of the All-Knowing Power Plan. If you need, I can help you train these four women, or go to the human city to find some other targets for you."

"If..." The female mage pursed her lips, "If you really need it, please try not to make it everywhere and too many times... Your aura is very difficult to conceal, and I will be easily exposed."

"Alright, alright, alright! Just pretend I never asked."

El waved his hands and got to the point. "I asked them mainly to see if I could subdue them and use them for my own purposes, and to gather information about Estalia. Do you have any other ideas?"

"The followers of Lanord and the Council of Scholars." The female mage nodded and gave two terms. "The God of Thieves disappeared after the Great War. The Black Purge campaign launched during the reign of Emperor Justinian executed or exiled these people from the empire. Some went to the New World, some went to Bretonnia and the Badlands, and some went to the Southern Kingdom to join the local God of Thieves followers."

"They have always been hostile to the Church of Myrmidia and the city's nobles, but they have not been directly ordered to be expelled. Because the gods have disappeared, they are living in great difficulty. The organization is on the verge of disbanding. As long as there is gold, they are willing to do anything."

"As for the Council of Scholars..."

The female sorceress looked at Ai'er and said with her red lips, "They are believers of the Omniscient One."

Sure enough, chaos corruption is everywhere.

Al was excited, now he had a guide!

Chapter 55: Mao Liang Feilong

“waaaaaaaaaaagh!!!!!”

In the wilderness, a team of hundreds of green-skinned guys riding pigs let out a thrilling war roar and urged their mounts to charge forward.

The officer held the hilt of the knife at his waist with one hand and held the short-barreled musket with the other, pointing it at the greenskins.

"Set up your guns as a forest!"

The well-trained infantry formed a half-moon phalanx of spears to the sound of tightly ordered drums, with archers aiming from the gaps and weakening the enemy with a wave of rapid firepower before they got close.

"waaaaagh!" A green-skinned shaman riding a war boar, wielding a bone club and decorated with a stone mask howled to the sky. Two fierce green lights from the wilderness condensed from his staff and shot out.

Brother Mao stares!

The war priest accompanying the army hurriedly called for the power of the goddess, "Shield of Myrmidia!" A faint barrier appeared on the path that the green light must take, but it was useless. The barrier was as fragile as it appeared, and was easily broken through by the shaman's spell, turning into a pool of debris and disappearing without a trace.

Mao Ge's gaze smashed into the phalanx army, causing an explosion that resulted in the loss of several infantrymen and two musketeers.

"No, goddess!"

The priest was terrified and fell to the ground, with his holy relics and magic tools scattered all over the ground. He looked at the sky in horror, wondering why the goddess's protection suddenly weakened.

"Stand up with guns as a forest!" The officer had no time to pay attention to the desperate priest. He gritted his teeth, drew out his scimitar and pointed it forward.

The infantrymen couldn't help but clench their hands tightly while holding their spears.

"Ready~!"

The greenskins in the front had already rushed to a distance of one hundred and fifty steps. People with good eyesight could almost see their fangs and the tattoos on their skin.

"shooting!"

The officer pulled the trigger first.

"boom!"

After a row of musket fire, more than a dozen greenskins in the front fell off their mounts, but most of them were able to get up and continue to move forward.

"Ready~!"

The officer's palms were sweating as he held the scimitar, but with a powerful enemy at the doorstep, he couldn't let the soldiers notice his nervousness and panic.

"shooting!"

“waaaaaaagh!!!”

The big guy in the lead had several bloody splatters on his body but he still stood firm. The fighting spirit and madness magnified to the extreme by waaagh's position made him rush towards the spear formation with both man and pig.

Obviously it's not iron.

Almost at the moment of contact, he put his greenskin life on the line.

The huge head still maintained the savage and hideous look of the last moment before death. Fortunately, the first row of spearmen in the phalanx army were all veterans who had experienced many battles. They had top strength and courage and would not be easily frightened.

But the problem is that there are too few such warriors and too many greenskins.

More big guys riding pigs chose to charge towards the front of the Estalia in the same reckless manner, and the greenskin shaman also released a "ruthless and ungrateful" amplification spell in time, allowing the greenskins to ignore the effects of physical strength and damage and fight even more desperately.

"Hold it! Hold it!"

The officer swung his scimitar and chopped off the head of a greenskin whose body was pierced by spears but was still roaring madly. He then shot a big guy in the head. He was sweating profusely, but still trying to muster up the courage to stand in the front line.

"Spear of Myrmidia!" The war priest also came out of his doubts about his faith. He gritted his teeth and tried hard to cast spells. The tips of the soldiers' spears were covered with a faint golden light. Although it was weak, it increased their sharpness.

This small blessing barely stabilized the morale of the army, and the savage greenskins almost broke through the Estalia's line. It seemed that this encounter would end with the victory of the human side.

......

(Humans, human stuff, die! die!)

An ominous green cloud was also gathering above the phalanx army, green lightning crackled all around, and soon a thick dimensional lightning bolt was brewing, mercilessly striking down right in the middle of the Estalia formation.

Immediately, more than a dozen infantrymen and gunners who were arranged in tight formation were hit by lightning, and some were killed or disabled. The commander was furious and was about to command the reserve troops to block the gap, but the greenskins had seized this opportunity and rushed into the wide-open position!

Another row of hidden arrows shot from the shadows attacked the Estalia's back.

These arrows, which used dimensional stone technology and had extremely strong penetrating power, easily pierced through leather armor and iron armor. More than a dozen defenseless musketeers and infantrymen fell under the hidden arrows.

By the time the officer realized what had happened in the rear, it was too late. He turned around in disbelief, looking at the chaotic rear row, then turned back to look at the phalanx that was already showing signs of collapse.

He rushed forward desperately waving his scimitar and chopped off the brain of the first greenskin who came towards him, but was pushed away by the war pig under his crotch. His body rolled over, and another charging war pig stepped on his chest and ran away from his body.

The officer's chest immediately caved in and he spat out a mouthful of blood foam. He raised his left hand with the last of his strength, aimed at the departing greenskin and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

This was the last time human muskets fired in this battle. The greenskin's head was blown into a ball of blood and he fell off his mount.

The officer's hand also dropped.

On the other side of the battlefield, the wolf rats galloped close to the cavalry, biting and tearing the rangers off their horses, then swarmed forward, biting through their armor and tearing their flesh.

With the help of the Skaven's rat-scurrying skills, the Rangers could hardly escape the pursuit of the wolf-rats like maggots on their tarsal bones. They could only be pulled to the ground one by one, or even pounced directly on the horse's back, and their throats and stomachs were torn open with their sharp claws and teeth.

Soon, this team, which was spontaneously recruited by officers from Porto Margarita, southwest of Margarita, to go to Margarita for rescue, was completely wiped out in the wilderness of the Midwest.

From the unnamed Skaven Blight Clan, many lively little creatures have been secretly scattered on the Abran Road connecting Margarita to the west.

The avenue was destroyed by Skaven magic, and there were traps with curses and plagues from time to time. The goddess lost contact, the capital was besieged, and the war leaders and local priests found it difficult to dispel the Skaven magic.

Most people could only choose to avoid the plague-filled roads and go through the wilderness to Margarita. They were constantly attacked by greenskins and Skaven, suffering heavy losses. Only two out of ten teams could reach Margarita, and even if they did, they would be blocked by the seemingly endless green tide.

At this time, outside the city of Margarita, the pirates and greenskin fleets were still pouring shells, explosives, and various garbage parts into the city. It was a barely round thing, but it was a greenskin garbage cannon that could be stuffed into the barrel to fire and explode. The risk of this thing exploding depended on the waaagh power of the gunner and the surrounding greenskins, but in the advantageous stage it would turn into very fierce firepower.

It was the third week of the siege of Margarita.

The greenskin army still did not launch a large-scale siege. Apart from continuous bombing to attack the city's defenses and morale, the huge army besieged the city, constantly sending out troops and constantly gathering troops, making the isolated Margarita people unable to understand the situation.

If this were humans or some other force, it would be barely understandable, but this is a greenskin!

When waaaagh comes to mind, drive waaaaagh green skin!

It's not right.

Something is very wrong!

The Margaritas could only keep guessing the enemy's intentions and try to repair and strengthen the city's defenses under the suppression of artillery shells.

In the greenskin warlord's tent, the greenskin generals, shamans, and even their allies had the same idea.

"Big, big warlord, human thing, diedie!"

"Today, we will attack the city today. Rat, we will send out troops tomorrow!"

The hooded assassin Rat is trying to persuade the green-skinned warlord, waBoss, the biggest, strongest, greenest, and most cunning man in the Southern Badlands:

Mao Liang Feilong.

It is said that this greenskin warlord has a wisdom different from that of his ordinary compatriots due to the mysterious experiences in his early years. He is almost the only greenskin who has no particularly famous personal achievements and sits on the position of warlord with the image of a commander and leader.

Its tribe rose rapidly, and Gomaoliang was almost invincible against all the enemies it encountered along the way. If it failed occasionally, there was no doubt that Gomaoliang did it on purpose and was luring its enemies.

Then an ambush or failure at a key battle node will await the enemy and declare their defeat.

As a result, its "green-headed" tribe continued to grow and develop, unified the southwest direction of the Barrens, defeated the Beastmen, and brought the tribes willing to surrender under its command - this was rare among the greenskin tribes, who generally had only two options for their enemies: killing them or making them slaves and then killing them.

They also traded with the Free City of Sartosa, selling stolen goods and booty to the so-called "free citizens", who were actually pirates, in exchange for their weapons and support, and jointly attacked the ships of the Tyrells and Estalia, forming a continuous industrial chain.

Looking back, with the advantages of equipment and technology, and the brain of Maoliang Feilong, which was extremely flexible and intelligent even among human commanders, he continued to conquer other greenskin tribes in Hebang and continuously expanded the green-headed tribe.

Later, when Gao Maoliang was sitting in the chief's tent in Golden Oath City thinking about his greenskin life and considering his future, an unnamed rat messenger from the north of Lustria walked into his tent.

Gao Maoliang was already very successful as an ordinary greenskin warlord. He was the first greenskin warlord who relied on wisdom rather than personal force to reach this point. Strictly speaking, it would not be wrong to call him a king, a prophet, etc.

But it still needs to go a step further and complete the great task of engraving its deeds into the genes of the greenskins, so that the greenskins as far away as Naggaroth (Dark Elves) and as far east as the Nidpeng of Cathay will know its name.

Decided!

With the help of the ratmen and pirates, he became the second green-skinned warlord to launch a cross-sea expedition waaaaaag after King Gollum!

Sweep and conquer the southerners' kingdom!

Gao Maoliang and Shushu used huge sums of money and promises to win over the pirate allies and gain their full support. They also used the flag of waaaaaaagh to the north to attract the scattered greenskins to come and join them, while also avoiding arousing the vigilance of the southerners.

Before the greenskin fleet set off, the pirate army held a large-scale sacrificial ceremony to Mannarn. The sea god, whose character was as unpredictable as the sea, accepted the sacrifice and ensured a smooth journey for the fleet.

The Skaven had infiltrated various places in Estalia and Tyrell early on, assassinating, disrupting, poisoning and setting fire to them, destroying and weakening the Estalia's institutions and strength.

Gao Maoliang Feilong summoned all his shamans, combined with the sneaky spells of the Clan Eshin among the rats, and released a super huge, super waaaaagh concealment spell. Just like that, under the strong advice of the rats, they still insisted on bypassing the closer Kingdom of Tyrell and launched a covert, complete, unexpected, and armed to the teeth sneak attack on the larger and farther Estalia.

The southerners had been kept in the dark since the preparation stage, and the far-sighted goddess of war fell into deathly silence until the greenskin army appeared on the coastline.

No one knows what Gao Maoliang is thinking, and anyone who tries or thinks he can guess his next plan will often fail miserably.

Many people who know the deeds of this green-skinned warlord believe that there must be a cunning Skaven warlord hidden under that huge green body.

It is cunning and cold, but not cruel. It likes achievements but is not arrogant. It is a rare gem among the greenskins.

Chapter 56: The Warlord's Goal

Mao Liang Feilong.