Warhammer

Weeping with joy!

The man is silent and the woman is crying!

......

Al hugged the mother sheep and buried his face in her fluffy, long white hair. There was a faint warm body fragrance and grass scent, a bit like the smell of milk balls, but not as strong.

As for Ma Niang, when you are aroused, your body will have a light smell of sweat and an indescribable smell, but it can really stimulate each other's credibility.

Damn it, I’m so annoyed!

Al knew that if he wanted to unite humans to fight against the greens, he would inevitably have to deal with human creatures, but he always missed one point: his biological mother was in the opposing camp.

Al met the other party on the first day he left the forest to start his plan.

And this matter will involve more things: the Imperial Expeditionary Force has a blood feud with the previous Tribe of Rejoicers, and their commander, Ai'er's "uncle" to a certain extent, is a guy who is determined to cleanse his cousin of the stain of this beast cub.

If the Imperials discovered the truth about the El tribe and tried their best to persuade the Estalia to oppose it, there would be no hope that the future alliance would be strong. With this rift, a tear is inevitable. Does that mean the El should hide behind the scenes and control things under an assumed name?

But it is impossible for the Centaur Girl not to go to the battlefield, and this is something that is difficult to hide.

The boy was in a dilemma, with a feeling of depression swirling in his chest. He felt that he had started off badly and was worried and exhausted.

Suddenly, a fire of rage ignited in Al's lungs, burning all the messy thoughts away.

Al's mind suddenly became clear:

When he was born, Al was just a cub. The Beast King wanted to rape his mother Celestine. Encouraged by the Blood Mother, Al had the courage to punch her and then killed Zaken in battle.

After that, when they broke out of the valley and entered the great forest of Pina, the tribe consisted of only a few hundred people;

Now, in addition to the development of Pina, the incomparable army of angry-horned beasts, not counting the offspring who took them away to spread out and those who stayed in the family, has 4,000 Ai'er's subordinates.

In one year of great development, the tribe has achieved unimaginable progress and results.

"I have grown stronger, I have become stronger, am I afraid of a fierce battle with the enemy now?"

Al muttered to himself:

"You are not really here to be a good leader. You are a Chaos child, born in a tribe of beastmen. You are not the descendant of the Dragon Emperor or Sigmar, so you cannot be a righteous prince!"

"You are the Chosen One of Chaos! You must command the beasts of the jungle, conquer the Estalia people, and establish the Kingdom of the Chosen One!" El's pupils shrank, he let go of the sheep mother, got off the horse, and with the help of the two sheep girls, he put on the Cold Love Armor again.

"You are not qualified to compete with them for the title of benevolent and righteous emperor!"

Al's voice kept talking to him in his ear, he frowned and turned away.

"To be a tyrant, a tyrant, a tyrant!"

"The four gods share a son! The eternal god's choice... - Shunchang and Niwu!"

"Get my weapons!"

The boy said in shock, and the sheep girl looked at each other in bewilderment.

El simply walked over to the horse girl, drew out his scimitar, held it in his palm, frowned, and pulled it gently.

The bright red blood of God's chosen one, which contained the blessing, kept dripping from Al's palm. He bit his lip, and regardless of the distressed mother of the goat stepping forward to stop his wound, he muttered to himself:

"Today, you are confused and hesitant. I cut my own palm as a warning. If you hesitate again in the face of a major battle in the future, someone else will cut off my head!"

"Take another thousand Wrathhorns and follow me to meet the Imperials and see how powerful the human army is!"

Al clenched his left hand into a fist and remounted his horse, a look of determination on his face.

Ma Niang has become accustomed to the foreign language and customs that her adopted son would occasionally speak. After being influenced by him, she probably can understand what Al means over time.

And the giving of orders to the army is done through the blessing of omniscience.

In the Crimson Vanguard Legion, the Wrathhorn Vanguards who lead the eighty-eight Beastmen regiments are the commanders and generals of the next level. The commander above them is the God's Chosen Headquarters, a staff composed of wise beasts and beastmen with combat talents. They directly obey and serve the orders of Al and Alina.

All chapter commanders of the Wrathhorn Vanguard first obey the orders given by Aiel, and then accept the orders of the staff officers in the absence of orders from Aiel. If there are no additional instructions, they will act according to the battle objectives set at the beginning - most of the time, it is to kill the enemy in front of them.

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Celestine reined in her horse and stopped on the slope. Samana in the distance was gradually falling into darkness, with only scattered fires lighting up in the dusk.

In the Old World, a kind of decoration called street lamps has become popular in the Empire's Reikland, Marienburg, the United States of Bretonnia's Manaenni (formerly Bordreau), Brittany (formerly Cologne), etc., which can illuminate the streets and alleys of most cities at night.

But in Estalia, where the level of technological development is slow and the foundation of the country is mainly trade and colonization, such novelties are rarely seen, let alone a town like Samana that is located inland and close to the forest.

"That's Samana, nothing strange, a small place."

Knight Estalia introduced to Celestine that although the commander of this team was not a female knight, the designated commander respected Celestine's opinion very much because of Julius. During this period of experience, the female knight also impressed many people with her performance.

Whenever she had to fight, she would always go forward bravely and lead the troops. After the war, she would treat the wounded, pray for the dead, and have compassion for the foreign people who had suffered from the disaster. All of this was seen by everyone, and they praised her as the Saint of the North (Empire).

Many of the Estalia nobles who participated in this expedition had fallen in love with the female knight and tried to find out her preferences and past so that it would be easier to express their love. However, most of the people they inquired about were very secretive about it and only occasionally mentioned a few words about the forest.

The female knight held her helmet, her golden hair blowing in the evening breeze, towards the sunset, and in the dusk, it rolled up dark and mysterious golden waves.

Celestine hung her helmet on the saddle, raised her hands behind her back and tied a single ponytail, which she coiled behind her.

The young man who had sincerely asked the female knight for help before looked up, yearning for the beautiful golden shadow on the hill.

"It's so quiet."

The wind blew away the knight's words. The young man blinked and stood on the hillside, a little further away from the female knight. He looked at the town and asked, imitating her.

"what?"

"Something is wrong. Go find the two people who are left behind."

"Well... okay, okay!" The young man was somewhat immersed in this, as if he was standing shoulder to shoulder with the person he admired, gazing into the distance. He was stunned for a moment before he reacted, nodded repeatedly, and hurriedly and regretfully went to find the rangers to give orders.

Celestine stared into the distance. There seemed to be a group of flames gathered together, swaying, and moving towards the outside of the town.

On the other side, at the outskirts of the forest, El was riding on the horse girl's back, also looking at the other side of the town.

Chapter 71: Those who come are not kind

The mayor, who came out with torches and troops in formation, enthusiastically waiting to welcome the "human army", was actually sweating in his heart.

Although this news was revealed to humans by the beastmen with seemingly good intentions, who knows what the beasts are thinking?

What if they suddenly get angry and want to slaughter Samana and this army?

Although the enemy didn't look as crazy as this...well, the mayor, who was hiding behind the house defense line with the militia and watching the one-sided massacre, felt that these red beasts looked more terrifying on the battlefield than those greenskins who were known for their savagery!

On one side is the green destructive force, and on the other side is the red and black killing weapon.

To Estalia, both are equally dangerous.

A group of cavalry ran towards them, and the people in Samana town were cheered up, because they finally saw the kingdom's army!

This is human, this is their army!

But the cavalrymen were obviously not as enthusiastic as they were. They stopped at a distance that was neither too far nor too close, and looked over here warily. They were obviously wary of this group of strangers who were suddenly waiting on the road they came to.

The mayor ignored his suspicions and shouted, "I am the mayor of Samana, Dubois Cullenfield!"

"All of you here are residents of Samana, and have come here specifically to welcome the kingdom's army! Thank the goddess, the kingdom has not forgotten the people of Samana!"

The cavalrymen hesitated, and the leader rode forward a few steps and asked loudly:

"How did you know that the kingdom's army would come here?"

The mayor turned his head and looked at the gentry, both of them were a little stunned.

Where did the news about the Beastman Tribe come from?

"Our allies, the tribe from the Pina Forest informed us!" The mayor already felt something was wrong, but as things had come to this point, he could only go on with it.

The cavalrymen came closer and seemed to say something, and the leader's brows were so furrowed that they could pinch a fly to death.

"I'm sorry, I've never heard of our tribal allies from the forest. Please wait here!"

He pulled the horse's head, cracked the whip, and ran back the way he came.

A few cavalrymen were left wandering there, confronting the mayor and others, who stood in the night wind, at a loss.

On the other side, the wolves had already detected the existence of the human army for him.

The map shows reddish yellow dots.

By the way, Samana is a mixture of blue, green and yellow.

"Let's go then!"

Al looked back at the Red Army standing in neat rows on the plain behind him. The army looked silent, solemn and mighty.

"Meet them!"

The angry-horned beasts pounced and moved forward silently.

El planned to have a face-to-face encounter with humans outside the town of Samana. He estimated that most of the human army would not dare to stay in Samana and stay with El's army. They would choose to rush to Weiling overnight and bring the news back.

He was planning to make contact with this group of people anyway. The best outcome would of course be to win their support and promote an alliance with the Estalia. The worst case scenario was that these people overestimated their own capabilities - which was not so bad at all. They could attack El, and then the Wrathhorn could be satisfied with the bloodbath and glory.

The worst thing is that they are extremely hostile to the Aiel tribe. They ran directly back to Weiling and issued some news notices such as the greenskins of the tribe are all birds of a feather and are the mortal enemies of mankind. This greatly hindered Aiel's idea of ​​conquering the town's manpower and resources for my own use.

But no matter what, Al is determined not to tie his hands and confine himself to a cage anymore.

It’s the same kingdom, the greenskins can occupy it, but I can’t?

The throne of the Emperor Elector can be sat by vampires, but not me?

Kingslayer's Weapon! (Archaon the Everchosen's weapon)

My sword is not at all bad!

Although this seems like a bad flag, Al still decided to insert it here.

A legion of a thousand angry-horned beasts was marching in the suburbs, and Al had no intention of hiding. Soon the people of Samana knew about the movement. The mayor couldn't leave himself, so he commissioned a priest and a young gentleman to ride horses and come over here accompanied by servants.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, where are you going with your powerful army?"

The priest was riding on his horse, his calves were weak, and he was struggling to keep going amidst the murderous army of angry-horned beasts. The pressure was overwhelming.

The young gentleman was better. He mustered up the courage to dismount and respectfully asked Al, who was walking in front, for instructions, with his hands behind his back, tightly grasping the hem of his shirt.

Al asked in a rhetorical tone: "Can't I go meet our allies?"

"The envoy sent to Weiling will arrive at least the day after tomorrow. I think we can communicate with the kingdom's army before then to promote friendship. After all, we have a common enemy, the green-skinned thugs from across the sea, right?"

The young gentleman slowly straightened up, nodded repeatedly, and kept wiping the sweat from his neck and cheeks, and said: "Then your people..."

Al suddenly got angry and shouted, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

The horned beast closest to him exhaled a burning breath from its nostrils, and its eyes turned red. The gentleman was frightened and took several steps back, waving his hands and saying:

"I am not so rude. It is true! The meeting of two unfamiliar legions may lead to misunderstandings. You are all protectors of the Samana people and saviors of the land of Estalia! As local residents, we naturally do not want such a regrettable thing to happen!"

After being threatened by the angry-horned beast, the gentleman's mind worked quickly, and after choking a few times, he came up with a fluent speech.

Al glanced at him and thought, he is a smart guy, maybe he can be used in the future if he knows when to use the right strategy.

"I can control the entire army myself, as long as the human army does not take the initiative to cause trouble...Besides, the army should be met with the army!"

"You go to the front and lead the way, and we will welcome the newcomers together."

The gentleman did not dare to refute any more. He had to get back on his horse with the help of the servants who were also trembling and terrified, and walked forward helplessly with the priest who dared not speak.

He had some complaints in his mind:

You too, no, you are the one coming!

......

When the cavalrymen saw a group of people suddenly running down from the distant hills, they were full of vigilance. When they saw this group of people running towards the mayor and others in a panic, as if something was chasing them from behind, their eyes were full of suspicion.

The ground was shaking slightly.

A cavalryman seemed to understand something, dismounted and put his ear to the ground to listen.

Soon, his expression changed!

A huge figure stepped onto the hill in the shadows, and a silent sense of oppression instantly enveloped the cavalrymen's hearts as she appeared.

The horses beneath them were neighing and restless. The mounts could sense the danger in the air quicker than the riders. The riders were now a little panicked, and while shouting and trying to control their mounts, they began to retreat.

The shadow of the giant in the distance walked down the slope. Behind her, the first row of furyhorns crossed the hill with torches, but the second, third, fourth...

A legion!

The cavalrymen were terrified and would have ridden away if they were not still far away.