Warhammer

Elton paused, tapped the paper with his pen, and concluded:

"But from another perspective, the greenskins are our helpers. They destroyed the old system, shattered the kingdom, and dealt a heavy blow to the Estalia."

"Then, between the barbaric destroyers and the alien rulers, the pressure of survival becomes the main problem faced by the Estalia people. Then, there is a possibility that they will obey my rule, but it is not solid."

"If Bretonnia and the Empire send a large expeditionary force, or if the Estalia rise up on their own. After expelling the greenskins and retaining enough of their own strength, there will inevitably be conflicts and battles between us. This requires us to build up the previous 'Military' → 'Status' → 'Collaborators', and strive for more forces to unite around me, or at least ensure that some people are neutral in the war at that time."

"So, as long as I can control it and ensure victory, the more intense the fight between the Greenskins and the Estalia, the better. But at the same time, the construction of future forces must be based on the fusion of the Beastmen and the Estalia, so the losses cannot be too great, and in the end we can only take over a white ruin."

"Then, it is best to limit the greenskins' destruction to the battlefield. We should try to make them concentrate their forces to attack the main cities of mankind, forcing the human legions to fight them head-on."

"We can't let them release large numbers of greenskin thugs and warbands to destroy and kill everywhere like locusts."

Al made a dot to break the sentence, then continued writing:

"If we want to spread the faith of the New Four Gods in the Southern Kingdom, then the Church of the Goddess of War must be the target that we must attack."

"At the same time, the War Church also controls a large number of armed forces. If they are not weakened, they will become the backbone of the opposition camp in the future..."

“…”

"So, my first priority now is to establish contact with humans and make the Estalia people recognize the legitimacy and legality of the tribe's dispatch of troops."

"Then, we must step up the use of human means of production and establish a stable channel for cooperation and mutual benefit, and try the coexistence and governance method of beastmen and humans."

"Finally, we need to speed up the expansion of the tribe, convert more beastmen, and tame more monsters... To forge iron, you need to be strong yourself."

......

Al exhaled a breath, stretched and stood up from the ground, feeling deeply moved.

The grand blueprint comes from my own hands!

Today's chapter is called Estalia Investigation or Analysis of the Social Classes of Estalia! (bushi)

Al found a slope to lie down, feeling the warm sunshine on his face and squinting his eyes comfortably.

He originally planned to roughly imitate the teacher, but as he wrote, he couldn't help but start thinking seriously and thinking about future plans.

There are too many reckless people in this world...As long as I have a plan, I always have a backup plan!

The final victory will definitely belong to me, the eternally chosen one!

Al closed his eyes for a while, then stood up and called over a few werewolves. "You guys, take this thing to Misha... the First Legion, let her take a look at it, and then have someone give it to Simon, so he can think about it carefully."

There is no point in writing so much if I don’t let others know.

Al patted his armor and led his guards into the forest.

Although he also wanted to try the feeling of living in a human house, after all, he had been living in a tribe for nearly a year, and the Beast King's big tent was just fine for holding a party.

But Alina and the others are still waiting in the dense forest. As our main fighting force, El believes that it is necessary for the horse girl to hide. Although the effect of a surprise attack may only be used once, it is always a gain.

Speaking of the march these days, I haven't been close to the Sheep girl for a few days in order to remind myself not to indulge in the gentleness of the world and also because of the inconveniences on the way.

Just arrived at the place of stationing...

......

Two hooded men lay on the back of a mound, and with the help of the terrain, they looked out at the small town of Samana from afar.

"Shall we go back first?"

One of them shrank back and suggested.

"Anyway, the message has already been sent back. It doesn't matter whether we wait or leave."

"Maybe they were just passing mercenaries or defeated soldiers. They are just a few green-skinned corpses. How many have we burned? You are too nervous..."

"That's enough!" his companion shouted at him in a low voice, "I've already said that those bodies are different!"

"They were caught up and killed from behind while fleeing, and the wounds caused by them were different from those caused by ordinary weapons... There was a green-skinned shaman among the corpses. What does that mean?"

"It means they are at least several hundred greenskin war gangs, not roving thugs."

As the man spoke, fear of memories appeared in his eyes.

"The ones who can defeat them must be a group of tough guys. We are not Estalia people, so we must be more vigilant."

"If you're scared, go back first. I'm going to continue watching this town from here."

"Sigma, you are so abominable..."

His companion wailed and had no choice but to lie on the slope and look at the sky.

In the forest far away, several pairs of scarlet eyes have already discovered the two peepers.

Chapter 69: Interrogation.avi

"So, you two are not from Estalia."

Al pinched the bridge of his nose, crossed his legs, and looked at the two suspicious people who were captured and brought back by the wolves.

A scout's outfit at first glance.

One of them was lying on the ground vomiting, with acid and saliva all over the ground. The shepherd shaman stood indifferently by the side. A thing that looked like a spider or some other insect was crawling back into the shaman's large and dirty robe.

Shamans who coexist with nature have unique spellcasting abilities. The savage spells derived from wild beasts allow them to control insects and beasts; the Emerald Wind that can be wild or peaceful depending on the local environment; and the most special, the Double Moon spells, which can usually only be used at night and have miraculous effects.

According to the understanding in the game, it can be understood as dual cultivation of beasts and dual moons, and secondary cultivation of life.

But most of them are auxiliary abilities.

However, using some insects tamed by wild magic as a means of torture is very effective in interrogating prisoners.

Perhaps tough prisoners could endure corporal punishment, but not many could withstand the double torture of mental and physical suffering of having bugs stuffed into their bodies and then being thrown into a tide of bugs.

At least not these two captives.

The short one got scared as soon as he was caught, but he fought together because his teammates were still holding on. The tall tough guy was tortured by the Shaman with insects, and Al turned around and looked away. It was a horrible sight.

In the end, the tough guy couldn't stand the worms' attack and his psychological defenses collapsed. The shaman then opened his mouth and let the worms crawl out of his body and return to his body.

Al looked at the other person's miserable and disheveled appearance, and felt that he was becoming more and more like a villain, so he asked the short man next to him who was lying on the ground with fear and dared not raise his head.

"Who are you, where are you from, and what do you do?"

The short one seems timid and cowardly, maybe I can use some tricks to subdue him and make him work for me.

Al was thinking in his mind.

"We, we are from the Empire, setting out from Aldolf to Estalia. Our mission, mission... I don't know! I really don't know. I only know that we are going to Margarita! Yes, Margarita!" The short man answered hurriedly and then lowered his head.

The tall man had almost recovered from his shock, and he looked at the short man with a somewhat sad look.

"Imperial people, go to Estalia..."

This seems familiar. Al thought for a moment and then asked, "How many of you are there? How far are you from here?"

"Five thousand men were originally heading south to support the Estalia, but they were defeated too quickly and didn't make it in time, so they gathered up the remaining troops and retreated back north."

The tall one answered in a hoarse voice before the short one could speak.

Al grinned.

"Five thousand men heading in this direction, leaving only two scouts to keep watch?"

"My patience is limited. I will only ask the following questions once... If I am not satisfied with the answer, I will let the worms go to your stomach to find the answer I want. Do you understand?" he threatened.

The tall one's face turned even paler, and the short one just fell to the ground and shook like a sieve.

"How many of you are there?"

"Less than five hundred."

"what for."

"Go south to gather the defeated soldiers and return north, while monitoring the situation of the large greenskin army."

"Who are they?"

"Both the expeditionary forces and the Estalia."

El frowned and asked again: "Who are you...what identity brought you to Estalia?"

"By order of the Emperor, the Empire is sending an expeditionary force to Estalia."

Al clenched his fist, put down his raised leg, and asked in a serious tone: "What is the name of your commander? Is there a woman who is related to your general?"

"Also, have you ever gone into the forest to fight the beastmen before?"

The tall man raised his head, glanced at Al, then lowered his head again and whispered:

"Rhine, Rhine Julius, an imperial noble, the emperor's favorite general."

"Woman... There is a woman in our team. The superiors listen to her very much. As for whether we are related, I don't know."

Al slapped his thigh and stood up.

I searched high and low... I searched for her everywhere... Well, if we are destined to be together, we will meet again from a thousand miles away... Shit!

Al hesitated.

Maybe not...

What if it happens again?

Hesitating and undecided, he ordered the wolf pack to expand the scope of reconnaissance and make sure to find the traces of the possible human army as soon as possible. At the same time, he sent people to notify the town of Samana, informing them that a human army might pass by and asking them to prepare to receive them in advance.

Al didn't want to act too radical for the time being, so the exposed troops were all resting separately outside the town. The humans vaguely knew that the beastmen had more troops that had not appeared, but they didn't dare to inquire. Al believed that his troops were not particularly elite, and even if they came with a force of 3,000 to 4,000 people, they would be crushed to death by his 300 heavily armored angry-horned beasts and 800 regular angry-horned legions under the command of the Blessed Bull.

Don't be afraid of being ambushed.

If the army of 500 people could be won over, it would be of great use, but right now Al's mind is entirely on that woman, who might be Celestine.

She gave birth to Al, and because of him and her, the Tribe of Joyful People was almost reduced to the ashes of history in the Pina Forest.

But it doesn't matter now. My last name is Al, and the population added later has long exceeded the original 800-odd people.

Al was a little annoyed. He had clearly decided to let it go and had actually done so, but the unexpected reunion came too quickly and he was caught off guard.

Moreover, Celestine was a devout believer of Sigmar, and the priest of Samana was probably not a very pious guy. It might also be because of the disappearance of the goddess. In short, there was nothing different about him from ordinary people. He couldn't make phone calls or add buffs, and he couldn't even sense the strong aura of chaos on the Blessed Bull.

But what if that woman is really Celestine, and after discovering the Chaos elements, she is determined to draw her sword against El and the others.

Should he bear the pain and knock his own mother unconscious and tie her up, then kill the rest without leaving a single survivor, or should he just let them all tremble under the knife and kill them all!

Alina appeared at the right time with the goat girl. She was wearing a set of armor that was both powerful and made it easy for El to try visions. The goat girl sat on her back, and the horse girl was holding a long chain in her hand, with the female paladin tied to the other end.

Behind them followed Al and Alina's guards, the most loyal and fiercest of the Wrathhorn Army.

They were guarding two prisoners.

The red-haired swordswoman An, and the clumsy nun Alia.

"Don't you want to rest today?"

She walked over to Al and lowered her head to stroke the boy's short hair.

"I have no idea....."

The centaur girl seemed to notice that he was a little emotionally tangled, so she picked him up and put him on her back, while the goat girl hugged El from behind.

The centaur girl turned around and looked at the tied-up female paladin swordsman and the little nun in turn.

Suggested: "Do you want them? Maybe we can try."

El turned his head and looked around, his eyes resting on the paladin who looked quite similar to Celestine but had his own unique characteristics. He sighed, slumped forward and lay on the horse girl's back, mumbling, "Something might happen later."

Nothing, take a day off

The course has made me a little exhausted. I sit in front of the computer, but I can't pick up the pen. I plan to empty my mind and take a break to think about what to do next.

I have owed three updates since the National Day, and then there will be holidays (sad)

These will be made up on Saturdays and weekends depending on the situation. Currently, there is only one chapter in the group. The group number is in the introduction.

Chapter 70: Make sure you make the decision!

Family recognition meeting!

Mother and son reunited!