Warhammer

"Any objection?"

The horse girl took El on a tour, and wherever they looked, they could hear the sounds of people praying in submission.

The Centaurs were the chosen champions of the gods, and Aiel were practically walking incarnations of gods, and with their prestige and achievements, naturally no one would have any objections.

Even if it's a suggestion.

Because no one would think that their ideas are better than those chosen by the Eternal God.

"Then, I will appoint the eldest of my descendants, Misha Theseus, as the first legion!"

"It's called 'Four Angels'!"

"Simon El, for the Second Legion, named 'Mortal Watch'!"

"Wind Ai'er is the third legion, named 'Sons of Ai'!"

"Karen El, the Fourth Legion, named 'Dark Iron Warriors'!"

"The rest of the descendants will either support their father's army or follow their sisters and brothers to expand westward. When the time comes, the army will leave Pina and gather in one place!"

The wisent beasts held scriptures and raised high the holy objects symbolizing the gods, blessing the legion and the crowd.

The four most outstanding individuals among the descendants of the Origin have been silently and solemnly divided into four rows. They are about to loyally carry out the will of their little father.

"This is the first time we build an army. If there are any outstanding individuals among our descendants and tribes in the future, we should continue to build legions, expand our foundation, and wait for the end!"

Chapter 65: Battlefield and Encounter

On a hill far away from the battlefield.

A group of knights were looking out over the dusty plain.

The greenskins smashed to pieces everything that was not greenskin within their sight. From time to time, wailing human wounded were dragged out from the pile of corpses by the goblin boys and were all locked up together. As to whether they could survive, that depended on their luck.

There were some doctors in the pirate teams that followed the greenskin army on a raid. They were commissioned by the warlord Gao Maoliang Feilong to follow the greenskins and take over the prisoners.

After all, no one knows better than Gao Maoliang what kind of brains his own people have.

Prisoners are very useful, and they are related to the great waaaaagh of the big warlords:

If the goblins dare to kill captured living prisoners indiscriminately, they will be crushed to death by the big guys; the big guys' heads will be twisted off by the generals; if the generals take the lead in slaughtering the prisoners, their heads will be twisted off by the dragon guards.

It's a simple truth. If you kill a few more guys who don't understand, the greenskins will understand it vaguely.

If the fallen, unarmed humans are wanted by the warlords, then we won't smash their heads.

The greenskins swept the battlefield and looted all kinds of spare parts and small items. Having just experienced a refreshing chopping and slashing battle, they happily followed the general and continued to advance northward.

The human army was defeated, and there was no force that could be called the main force in the entire southwest direction. The greenskins could go wherever they wanted at any time.

Part of the defeated army retreated to the tombs of the previous kings in the southwest of Estalia, where the Gedaz River and the hills that spread across the entire southwestern plain served as a natural defense line. The others either scattered in towns and villages, or crossed the river and fled back to the north along the highway.

Since landing on the siege of Margarita, the greenskins, who had hardly encountered any major battles, happily followed the defeated army after a battle, marching to various places, looking for every opportunity to kill others and be killed along the way.

This army, consisting of nearly 5,000 greenskins, was sweeping northwards along the Guidos Avenue. They destroyed all the organized troops and villages they encountered, and planned to wait all the way to the human city called Weiling, raze it to the ground, erect a statue of the damned second brother, and then return with the spoils and the boys, and by the way, see if there is anything they can chop on the way back.

The greenskins were so busy sweeping the battlefield that they didn't notice a group of human shrimps on horseback were watching them in the distance. After they left, only some treacherous goblins were left there, still desecrating the corpses, actually intending to take a bite of the big guys' leftovers and loot some small items.

After waiting patiently for a while, seeing that the goblins had not left yet, the leading knight blew his whistle and rode down first.

After climbing over a few low hills, there was a vast plain. The cavalrymen spread out far away, and the wide field of vision ensured that they would not be suddenly attacked by any enemy coming from the ground.

By the time the goblins discovered the humans on horseback, it was too late. The leading knight was an excellent archer and could accurately kill a goblin with a pistol while riding on a galloping horse.

Without the big guy around, their side had no advantage in numbers, and the remaining goblins scattered and fled, but were easily caught up by the cavalry who had already dispersed, and killed them with muskets or spears and swords.

A devastated battlefield.

A place that makes the Estalia people sad.

The knight on the white horse dismounted at the first corpse his mount approached and took off his helmet. His bright golden hair was a rare ray of sunshine in this gray land.

Celestine held the helmet in her arms, stuck her dagger into the ground, and knelt on one knee.

Other knights followed suit and prayed for the dead.

Perhaps, the world can blame them for short-sightedness, command errors, insufficient preparation, rash advance, and ultimate defeat at the hands of the enemy.

But all the warriors who fight for order, fight for race, and fight for their homeland until death deserve their admiration.

The female knight no longer had the shadow of the temple that night. It was as if nothing had happened. After she finished praying for the victims, she directed the cavalrymen to collect and carry the bodies.

Human bodies must be brought back to the town, where they may be claimed by family members or a funeral may be held to appease the dead souls; the remains of the greenskins must be burned, otherwise as a season passes, green mushrooms will grow on this fertile plain watered with blood, hatching into fart boys, and then orc boys, big guys, shamans, and war warlords.

Asexually reproducing greenskins have a terrible advantage over humans in terms of numbers and normal speed. We cannot allow the spores of these guys to spread and take root indiscriminately, otherwise these greenskins will become difficult to eradicate in the Southern Kingdom in the future.

......

It was almost dusk when humans finished cleaning up the battlefield again. The piles of greenskin corpses were as high as several small hills.

The female knight looked at the two mysterious hooded men. One of them walked out, took off his coat, and called upon the power of the wind of Akshay. Flames condensed and flew out, igniting the pile of green-skinned corpses that had been splashed with grease.

The fire was blazing and everyone was silent.

Leaving behind some rangers to conduct reconnaissance and ensure that the fire continued to burn until the greenskin corpses were reduced to ashes, the female knight mounted her horse and led the troops to retreat to the east.

Given the speed at which the greenskins were looting and smashing along the way, they could quickly bypass them, pass in front of them and then retreat back to Viling.

On the way, someone finally couldn't stand the dead silence and took the lead in breaking the gloomy atmosphere.

"We need reinforcements!"

A knight rode his horse to catch up with the knight on white horse and slowed down half a body length beside Celestine.

"Ms. Celestine, first of all, I want to thank you for everything you have done for our country. Your bravery and virtue remind me of the legendary Holy Maiden of Righteous Wrath."

"Madam, you can see that the Kingdom of Estalia is being ravaged by those barbaric bastards! At this time, we need the Empire and the Big Brother, the leader of mankind, to lend us a hand!" There was some anxiety in the words of the Knight of Estalia.

So far, it's all bad news:

The goddess has not responded yet, Margarita is still under siege, and due to serious disagreements, the army that the southern faction had finally put together was defeated in the front battlefield. The Northern Parliament angrily denounced the noble members who advocated an early march for undermining strength and bringing harm to the country and the people.

Every few years, a beast tide breaks out, and corrupted beasts pour out of the Great Forest of Athel Loren, attacking Quinaris and Carcassonne. The Round Table is temporarily powerless to ask for help from its southern neighbors.

In Osun, where the elves live, the citizens' assembly for national consultation is being held once every five years. The New World faction and the local faction are arguing fiercely. Regarding the issue of tariffs and the distribution of racial rights, the colonial faction composed of the old dark elves and other elven subspecies and the local faction led by the high elves are almost about to start a full-scale fight in the citizens' assembly.

The White Tower wizards and witches were fighting with their staffs, the magic swordsmen and the black guards were at loggerheads outside the gate, the island lords and the colonial tycoons were holding each other's supporters in a stalemate, the localists accused the colonialists of secretly mobilizing the black ark and disappearing; the colonialists accused the localists of awakening the dragon aerospace fleet without a meeting, and they didn't know what they were up to...

One almost forgets that the original topic was simply about a tariff on imports and exports to the new colonies.

Although the three tribes were finally united in the great war, and the whole family took their property to the Great Forest of Athel Loren, and later participated in the Magic Council of the Eight Winds, they made a Jedi charge in the decisive battle of Middenheim and won the End of Time.

Later, the elven gods who had been idle and dead for a long time finally tried to do something serious. They dragged the God-Emperor Sigmar to beat up Slaanesh, who had split into a new god, the Lord of Pleasure. They spit out all the elven souls that were devoured in the Last Hour, and resurrected in the mortal world. However, the orthodox Phoenix King ascended to heaven and became a god after sitting on the throne for a short time, leaving the secular power to the people below. He was unable to force the three races (mainly the higher and dark) to reconcile their conflicts through long-term oppression.

It is normal for the Elf Conference to debate an issue for months or even years.

Not long after the Estalia people's request for help was placed on the Phoenix King's table, he was busy arguing about tariffs and bringing up old scores. By the time the time comes to discuss aid, perhaps the elves won't come to their senses until the Southern Kingdom is destroyed.

Celestine was also thinking about a lot of troubles, considering how to deal with the war situation which was becoming increasingly unfavorable to the human side.

Cousin Rhine's original intention was to lean towards the more conservative stance of the Northern Faction. However, if a guest army that came to accept the Estalia's concession land to build a forward fortress ignored the disaster suffered by the host, it would be unacceptable in any way and would offend the Estalia. As a result, even if the war was won, the concession issue might encounter twists and turns. After all, the land was originally located in the central and southern part where Margarita was located.

After some discussion with his staff, Rhine decided to send out part of the army, mainly cavalry, to follow the Southern Army, while the headquarters would temporarily rest in Bilbao.

Celestine joined the advance army despite opposition from her cousin and Old Hart.

It is unknown whether she is doing this out of sympathy, compassion, or an inability to ignore the difficulties suffered by her fellow human civilization, or whether she is seeking atonement, salvation, or even death in battle for her dark past.

El led his army southward, intending to get out of the forest, while Celestine's troops headed northeast, which was close to the purpose of the Chosen Ones.

After sending Celestine back to the human camp and breaking out of the valley behind, Al could never have imagined that it would only take less than a year.

He was about to reunite with the person who had been entangled with him and who had cast a shadow on his heart.

"Mother."

meet.

Chapter 66: Samana

"Blood! Sacrifice! Blood! Mother!"

"waaaaaaagh!"

The two teams shouting different slogans collided like two torrents.

The red and black heavily armored furyhorns turned into ruthless killing machines, wielding greatswords and axes, creating one mutilated green-skinned corpse after another.

The Blessed Bull Warrior, who was full of fighting spirit, held shield axes in all four arms. He was like a scarlet whirlwind, ruthlessly devouring and killing all the greenskins who were nearby.

It was the first minotaur who followed Ai'er and was blessed in the sacrifice of the Blood Mother and was promoted.

It's almost like an official.

The Blessed Bull roared and charged forward like a tank, directly confronting the greenskin warrior. With a few chops of the axe, it directly split the rough machete in the greenskin's hand and beheaded him with a slanting axe.

Holding the head, he roared to the sky.

The greenskins screamed waaghwaagh strangely, but they could not lose their previous momentum. They were easily crushed by the angry-horned beasts. Their morale collapsed and most of the greenskins simply fled.

Tightly entangled by the wolves and centaurs that had been roaming on the flanks, this group of greenskin soldiers was wiped out on the outskirts in less than ten minutes.

The Beastmen Legion regrouped and lined up on the plain outside the town. None of the debris on the ground belonged to the Beastmen. These stragglers were directly crushed by the heavily armored Wrathhorns. After the generals were killed by the Bull Generals, the remaining greenskins were no longer able to pose a threat to the heavy-armored killing weapons.

The militiamen who gathered in the town to resist the greenskins stared with wide eyes in horror from the ruins and corners at the army outside that was ten times more terrifying than the greenskins. Women, children and the elderly gathered in the church and cellar in the center of the town, praying nervously to the gods.

Maybe prayer really did work.

Four great gods sent their armies to save this ordinary town from the barbaric butcher's knife and bring it into a new great order.

Just like the countless desperate prayers before the end, the gods did indeed pay attention to the mortal world and bestowed their grace.

The Shepherd God's followers led the way, followed by the Blessed Bulls and the Heavy Armored Angry Horned Beast Guards, forming a terrible silent deterrent. At least three quarters of the troops had not yet walked out of the forest. It was a rare opportunity for Al to find a high point with the guards alone, looking down at the town.

There are quite a few differences from what I imagined. At least from the appearance, it is not as backward as I imagined.

Although we had previously had visual contact with the wild beasts that were out, it was only for a short period of time, so it was difficult to observe them directly.

The followers of the Shepherd God began to negotiate with humans under the intimidation of the Wrathhorn Army. Due to the absolute power gap, the humans in the town began to come out of their hiding places and gathered in the square in the center of the town, whispering and discussing.

Everyone was wondering what the purpose of these strange, powerful beasts that came out of the forest was. Although they helped the town eliminate the threat of the greenskins, they didn't look like chivalrous knights who would do good deeds without asking for anything in return.

On the contrary, it is more like an army of destruction that is more terrifying than the barbaric greenskins.

The panting scarlet beasts, their sharp and thick horns, and the armor-plated bodies all show that these beastmen are essentially killing weapons.

If there was not an absolute power gap, the militia and spontaneous volunteers knew that they could not resist the force that could easily wipe out the greenskins that almost destroyed the entire town, and the Estalia people would not obey so easily.

The mayor, the priest, and some respectable local gentry took the lead in bringing the men to the town center, while most of the elderly, the weak, women and children were still hiding in the church.

Al picked a small white unknown flower from his feet and looked at it between his fingers.

"pretty."

Al praised.

"It's mine."

"Let's go into the city!"

The wolves entered the town before El, using their keen sense of smell and perception to search for any possible hidden threats and killers. Fortunately, no reckless Estalia wanted to be the hero who brought about the catastrophe.

Al was wearing a cold and fierce suit, with a sword he found everywhere slung at his waist as a ceremonial weapon, and he swaggered into the city.

All the town's leading figures, big and small, gathered in the square, waiting for the arrival of the Beast King.

Then Al Dangdang came on stage.

Although he was puzzled as to why his size looked only that of a cub compared to even the most common angry-horned beast, the mayor realized after seeing the beastmen's obedience and instinctive reverence for Al that he was the leader of this army.

At least that's what it appears to them.

The scene was silent. Al observed everyone from behind his helmet. They also tried their best to look at Al inconspicuously, trying to guess the purpose of this mysterious army.

After a while, Al slowly spoke. His voice became dull and cold through the armor, like cold iron:

"I'll ask a few questions, and you just answer them."

The mayor's heart was in his throat. He hurriedly replied, "Please feel free to ask questions. All the residents of Samana want to thank you for saving us. In order to repay your life-saving grace, we should tell you everything we know."

As he said this, he took a step forward and bowed deeply.

The nobles and dignitaries at the rear saluted and saluted El together. The Chosen One remained silent, neither refusing nor avoiding, nor showing any positive emotions.