Warhammer

It has been almost a year since he came to the forest. Al's daily routine is generally quite casual, as long as there are no special circumstances - and he has basically not encountered any special circumstances in the past.

But since having these offspring, the first batch of El's Sons, and especially after they grew up, El felt like he was going to work for the first time in his life.

A pair of large hands first grabbed the boy, lifted him up to his neck and put him down.

Al closed his eyes, stretched out his hands to hold the huge curved horns on both sides, and was carried towards the camp staggeringly.

"Misha, I want to rest..."

He spoke to the eldest daughter beneath him in a daze and with some mumbling.

"Last week's affairs have been delayed for a long time. You can't rest today, father."

"oh....."

Al murmured a response, then lowered his head, staggering as he moved.

The heirs surrounded their eldest sister who was carrying their young father and walked to the office together. Then Misha Theseus lifted up the little father who was sitting on her neck and put him down.

Al blinked and regained consciousness.

"What's going on today... Let me see. Hmm, there aren't enough tools. Hasn't this been approved? There's nothing we can do for now. We can only use the old ones... Then let's lower the quota for this month."

Al examined the animal skins, which were marked with the marks of the teams he had divided into different areas, indicating where they came from, the problems they encountered, and their demands.

"There are more fights than last week... As long as no weapons are used, it's still acceptable. Ask the army to increase the intensity of training, arrange more games in the arena and the sports ball, and use up more physical strength. If you are not in the army, go home and be with your wife and children. You don't have so much energy to fight!"

Al complained that in order to enrich the physical and spiritual life of the tribesmen in addition to production work and beliefs, he tried to organize some sports activities and entertainment methods from Earth.

As a result, the basketball that was thrown into the basket by patting it and the football that was run around with the ball and shot into the net did not receive generally good responses. Perhaps it was more played by children.

The more confrontational sport of rugby, now called competitive ball, is widely loved among adult beastmen.

But Al didn't expect that they would modify this thing and add it to the gladiatorial event:

When one beastman blocks another beastman, both sides will start wrestling and fighting directly, and only remember the existence of the ball after the winner is determined.

A good player has to go through at least a dozen such battles in a game before he can get the ball into the scoring area.

The Angry Horns have thick, long, sharp horns on their heads. Their appearance is a mixture of wolf, lion, and cow features. They are strong and like to use weapons such as giant swords and axes and hammers (Al insisted that they learn to use shields)

Because of their bestiality, they have a temper that is very grumpy. They are fine at ordinary times, but they get easily carried away on the battlefield (better than the real K party). However, they are the main force of El and cannot be without discipline, so El has been trying to improve their pursuit of "rage, anger, revenge, glory, battle, victory" into a slightly more controllable "God's Chosen One says to be violent and violent, controllable anger, revenge when waiting for the opportunity, and victory must be commanded, otherwise if you lose, all the glory and battle will be gone."

Competitive ball is a good thing. It can train their close combat ability, consume excess energy, understand the importance of teamwork and discipline, and learn to wait for opportunities when they shouldn't be at home.

Anyway, after watching it several times, Al sighed again and again, thinking that even on the battlefield these angry-horned beasts would not be so crazy, but the tribesmen enjoyed watching it very much, and he enjoyed it with the people.

There are also gladiatorial fights, which are serious 1V1 or multi-V-multi fights with weapons, but they are all made of wood or stone and have unsharpened blades. If you get hit in the head, it will usually just cause a concussion and knock the person unconscious for a while, but will not endanger your life. There will also be rough wooden helmets to protect the vital parts.

......

"How many times have I told you about the goblins? Don't just treat them as your house cleaners! If you make your place dirty and smelly, you have to clean it up yourself! If something like this happens again, let them watch and punish you!"

"Didn't the troll shack just move? How come it's not big enough again... Oh, that's right. We caught a bunch of them last time and put them in Shed No. 1. Let's find another spot nearby."

"The number of God-blessed offspring, um, are there any new pregnant women? I'll go and get some blood some other time, but we still have to ensure a normal birth rate for the population."

"I've told you so many times! Get those wisecorns to get out of here and stop adding all that nonsense to the scriptures. When the hell did I get four arms and three Giles?"

Al handled the matter and then handed it over to his descendants to pass on the message. He turned around and looked helplessly at the leader of the descendants of Origin, who was several heads taller than him.

"Misha, there are some things you can try to handle on your own."

At first, the name "Niuniu" was given to her as Theseus for fun, but when she grew up, we found out that she was a cow.

Al had to change her name to Misha, but Niu Niu was very attached to the name her father had originally given her, so he had to keep it.

Ever since El, who had just become a father (really) and believed that he should take responsibility for his bloodline children, began to interfere in the education of El's sons a month and a half ago, Misha, as the eldest of the heirs, got into the habit of reporting to El's tent with her brothers and sisters in the morning, and staying with him from morning till night.

The children have almost endless curiosity and doubts. The goat girl and the horse girl physically drain El at night, and the offspring drain El mentally during the day.

Even if you are full of energy, you can't withstand such high intensity.

The first batch of offspring grew up quickly and were almost old enough to go to the battlefield and take up management positions.

The second batch of Sons of Aiur have already been born, and the third batch is in the making.

These later offspring are not as blessed as the first batch. They are born to be weapons of war for the Eternal God's Chosen Tribe. They have a fast growth cycle and a short lifespan. Of course, with the intensity of wars that can be foreseen in the future, perhaps most of them will not live to see the natural end of their lifespan.

Including the current ones, the descendants of the Origin who have had long-term contact and interaction with El and have developed feelings for him, the calm and strong Misha, the irritable Karen, the indifferent Simon, the eager Feng...

Al gave each of them a name, and they called him father, the master of blood, and the father of genes from the bottom of their hearts.

But eventually they all have to go to the battlefield.

The children surrounded their young father and walked to the arena to watch the game. Some of them talked loudly and shouted, while others remained silent, which reminded Al of his time in the Human League.

He took on the role of "father".

Every time Al thought about this, he felt that he was a little cruel, or even mean.

Interacting with my children, getting along with them, for the first time I experienced the emotions between a father and his children...

And every time he thought about the fact that the purpose of bringing these children into the world was to let them go to the battlefield or to better assist his war, he felt a sense of guilt like betrayal.

Al has decided not to educate his future offspring personally. The conflict between having feelings for his creations but having to send them through the hardships of iron and fire is burning his heart.

"Maybe I should be more cruel in the future... create a group of specialized warriors and use them as tools."

Al laughed at himself.

"Not an offspring."

As for the established facts, Al decided:

If possible in the future, bring all these children back to your side, as deputies and advisers, or as guards.

Chapter 61: I am here to fight

Al finally realized that as a qualified commander and ruler, he must have the determination and ruthlessness to treat human lives as numbers and consumables.

He had done this many times before, but at that time, the only relationship between him and the people sacrificed by Aiel was a "master-servant" relationship and they both shared the same goal of survival of the tribal family. It was difficult to talk about any feelings between the ruler and the tribesmen.

So he ordered these people to go to the battlefield without any hesitation, just out of rational consideration.

And when Al was about to send his "children" who had already developed feelings for him to the battlefield, he hesitated and couldn't bear it, as if he had crocodile tears.

"I have sent so many other people's husbands, brothers and children to the battlefield to fight for the Four Gods. When it's my turn, should I numb myself with this hypocritical pity?"

El warned himself that this might be just a mortal game for the Four Gods, but for El and the people around him, it was a life-and-death battle that could not be lost, and it was worth paying any price to win.

Al must be aware of this and treat their lives as currency.

......

Misha follows Al closely all the time. This eldest daughter, the calmest and most mature of the first batch of siblings, has a love for her young father that is as deep as her personality.

But this love is sometimes so persistent that even Al himself cannot shake it.

For example, when getting up in the morning every day, although Al has repeatedly expressed his desire to sleep, the stubborn Misha insists that she and her brothers and sisters need the guidance of their little father, and Al also needs to work hard to lead the tribe to glory.

In addition, Al felt that he had indeed been slack during this period. Thinking of his ancestors' tribe, they had cut through thorns and endured frost and dew to gain a piece of land, but Al did not value it very much... He had wasted his time in feasting and drinking, and I wonder who chopped off such a good head!

So every day he would come out of bed with a gloomy face, be carried by Niu Niu's eldest daughter in a daze, and walk to a large office tent they had specially chosen to start a day of hard work.

In the past, when Al had something to do, he would go somewhere else or stay in his own tent. He would be so busy that he would spend time with the Sheep Mom and the Horse Mom. Since Misha brought people to knock on the door on time every day, his daily routine has improved a lot.

The tribe's development fast lane has accelerated a lot.

Then Al was planning to give up his power, but unfortunately he was chosen by God:

"I trust you to do the work"

Misha was determined not to accept the burden that Al had placed on her so early, or if she started to deal with things herself, it would be difficult to have a reason to bring her brothers and sisters every day to gently awaken her little father's dormant soul.

Then he carried El's father on his shoulders and paraded him around. He could also enjoy the envious looks of his brothers and sisters, after all, Misha was the tallest among all his children.

After the contact, the tribesmen also began to worship Misha and other descendants of El. After all, El was basically in a semi-deified state due to the aura of faith of the new four gods and the rapid development of the tribe. Many beastmen would worship this boy, who seemed to be still a minor, as the son of God or even the fifth god - not a real god, but probably an object of equal belief and worship together with the four gods.

However, the living "God" seemed too great, and it seemed difficult to have any emotions other than faith and obedience. When Misha and other "sons of God" who were transformed by the Blood of El and endowed with the chosen genes and blessings of God were born, they realized their extraordinaryness and uniqueness. Their peers and even adult beastmen developed a kind of reverence for Misha and other offspring.

The Eternal Chosen or Fifth God rules over us, and His descendants walk among us!

When the relatively hot-tempered and irritable Karen (wolf girl) first stepped onto the arena, all the beastmen present shouted to her and expressed their respect for the heroic performance of the son of Aiur;

Simon (the female beastman) was rational and calm. With his super learning ability, he quickly absorbed the valuable life experience of the elders who were responsible for educating the cubs. He only spent two days reciting the "Omniscient Truth Book" compiled by the wise horns and pointed out the inconsistencies and conflicts in it: for example, it was mentioned here that El had four arms and three gils, and his appearance was ever-changing, and everyone could see the most perfect side of him in their hearts, but later it was said that El held up the sky with one hand and pressed down the earth with the other hand to help the four mother gods create the world, etc.

It is worth mentioning that this book was destroyed by Al as a waste manuscript. From now on, all classics must be reviewed by Simon, Misha, and Al himself before they can be preached to the tribe, so as to prevent the Everchosen from running into a child one day and asking him: "Eternal Chosen, Everchosen, why don't you have two pairs of arms and three hooves?"

That would be embarrassing.

Simon is also a great helper for Al in handling affairs. Although he will not take the initiative to offer his own opinions and solves everything according to his little father's instructions, when encountering difficult problems, he can always handle the matter very well without violating Al's original intention.

Feng, the daughter of the Sheep Girl (not Al's sheep mother), mingles with the younger generation with a seemingly inexhaustible energy, and with her most active and friendly personality and inspiring qualities, she becomes the closest and most beloved offspring to the public.

They are the most outstanding individuals among the first batch of offspring, and Al has already assigned positions for them.

The warlike Karen can be the commander-in-chief, leading the wolf pack and centaurs to assist his father's army; Simon, who is meticulous, can handle things in an orderly manner and will never go against El's original intention, can be the chief of staff and the head of the interior; Feng, as a popular idol and the most outstanding model among the descendants, can also become a commander on the front line, using his inspiring qualities to enhance the morale of the army...

Finally, there's Misha.

To be honest, Al looked around and found that the eldest daughter rarely showed any particularly outstanding abilities. She seemed to know everything but never liked to show it, even when Al tested her privately.

But she can gain the trust of all her brothers and sisters, not only because of her strength.

Misha, on the other hand, is very content to stay with El, as if this makes her very satisfied, but she does not intend to waste her offspring's talents... at least they must go through some training before returning to him.

Due to his inexplicable ability to convince everyone and his lack of weaknesses, Al plans to wait until after a period of teaching and training, and perhaps let Misha lead an army as the commander and become the right-hand man of his little father?

Although it seems that Misha would be reluctant, this is her father's order.

She is a good daughter.

Sometimes he is very stubborn, but generally he is very obedient.

As Al was thinking about the future of his children, he suddenly felt that in the Blessing of Omniscience, there was a green dot in the distance that was constantly active and trying to contact him.

Bunny girl!

Al immediately focused his attention on the map.

Next to her little father, Misha, who always had a faint smile on her face, looked stern and stood behind Al.

The descendants habitually scattered around to guard their father, even though it was almost impossible for danger to Al to occur in the tribe...unless Alina turned evil.

In the spiritual space, the devout call of the Rabbit Girl was heard.

"My lord!"

In a small hotel in the port of Bilbali in the north of Pina Forest, the core members of the Beastmen team gathered together. When they saw the Bunny Girl suddenly open her eyes with a divine light shining in them, they knew that the tribal ruler from far away in the Pina Forest had arrived here.

"The human army was defeated by the greenskins!"

"Of the tens of thousands of troops that fled back to the north, only one in ten survived. The human Margarita is still under siege, and the greenskins don't seem to have launched a large-scale siege."

"There is news that many greenskin warriors have crossed the Gedaz River with their men and are sweeping northward. Humans are concentrating their forces and intend to defend major cities. The human parliament has also announced that it has requested reinforcements from the northeastern Carcassonne people."

"There has been an influx of refugees from the south in our city these days, and the price of food has nearly doubled. Fortunately, we have the troll gastric juice you prepared in advance to sell, and the money we earn is still enough for our expenses."

"And the hunter seems to have found the traces of the group of mages, and asked me to show it to you."

"..."

The rabbit girl reported to Al in detail all the important information she had collected in the past few days. The boy on the other end asked a few questions from time to time. Until the end of the communication, a compliment of "You did a good job" and "I will let you return to the tribe in a while" cheered up the rabbit girl.

"The Chosen One praised our contributions!"

"Loyalty is its own reward!"

The beastmen whispered, their eyes enthusiastic.

In the forest, Al opened his eyes, slammed the table (patted Misha's big arm) and stood up.

"The time I've been waiting for has come!"

It was a beautiful duel, the charging angry-horned beast knocked down four opponents in a row and passed the ball into the scoring area!

There was cheering around the stadium.

At this time, Al climbed to the highest point of the stadium and shouted: "My compatriots, my people, my legion!"

“Greater glory and a brighter future are coming!”

"The four mother goddesses have cast their eyes on the mortal world, watching the chosen ones. We must walk out of the forest! Towards the world! Towards our destiny - the end of our victory!"

The Everchosen shouted.