Warhammer

According to Celestine, a leader like "Magnus the Pious" or the incarnation of the God-Emperor "Karl Franz the Savior" is needed at this time to integrate the forces of all parties, obtain the approval of the Goddess (this is very important), and then with the help of allies, defeat the greenskins and drive them out of the country.

As for this kind of person...

...

"Do you think I can be the king of kings?"

Al asked, looking in the mirror.

Mother Yang gently combed his hair, which was already hanging down to his shoulders, and combined with his tender and handsome face, it was hard to tell whether he was a boy or a girl.

...

The messenger dismounted and quickly...

He walked past the long-awaited crowd and approached the shaman. Under the shaman's slightly wary gaze, he quickly walked up to him and held the shaman's rough hands.

The eyes are sincere and the words are sincere.

"I bring the unanimous authorization of the entire Viling Council!"

"Agree to the tribe's conditions. From today on, the Kingdom of Estalia and the tribe will form an unbreakable alliance!"

"so!"

The messenger paused, tears in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Please ask the tribe to send troops immediately to help Weiling!"

Chapter 77: Must Save

When the news came back, Al's eyes immediately filled with tears.

Humanity!

That's my fellow countryman!

We have to save him!

Al immediately donned his armor, assembled his troops, and went out in person to rescue Weiling at lightning speed—this was a embellished statement made to the outside world.

Are you kidding? The greenskin army has not moved yet, the Estalia themselves are still strong, and the entire northern region is still constantly recruiting troops to go to important cities such as Bilbarri and Diamonteri.

Mercenary rangers from Battor and the Empire also came from all over to join this chivalrous battle against the Waaaagh.

There are still a large number of stragglers, including in the ravaged south, and dozens or even hundreds of battles between humans and greenskins occur every day.

Al left the forest with six thousand men, two thousand of whom were tribesmen who were responsible for logistics and supplies. Although the former Chaos Beastmen could theoretically be turned into a unit of soldiers, in Al's opinion, these production units would never be wasted unless absolutely necessary.

On the contrary, as the main military force, the angry-horned beasts who believe in the Blood Mother are easier to deal with.

In the past, when a nest of Chaos Beasts was captured, half of them would die, and the rest would almost all convert to the Four Gods, most of whom would be transformed into Angry-Horned Beasts. Later, as their sizes and methods of education increased, the loss was reduced to about one-fourth, or less than one-fifth.

Soldiers are worthless.

If you are disabled, you can use the void to replenish your members (not really).

Just wipe out a few more Chaos Tribes and you will find it.

But the population is not good. Getting rid of the influence of corruption and becoming four divine beasts with sound minds is the main puzzle of El's future plan and is indispensable.

Four thousand troops are definitely a strong force in a major war. If all the scattered legions in the tribe are gathered together, it will be enough for Aiel to become a decisive force in a battle that will go down in history.

But what Ai'er wants is not just victory in the war, but to conquer the land and people of a kingdom.

The greenskins are like locusts, smashing and destroying as they go along, while humans are indigenous and fight on their home turf, with every brick and tile being their home ground.

Only Al is caught in the middle. He has to unite others to fight against the green, prevent one side from becoming bigger and stronger, and develop strength for himself as much as possible.

If he was a world-destroying Chaos warband or a chivalrous expeditionary force simply coming to rescue a neighboring country, then things would be much simpler.

Help the people of Order fight against the savage green-skinned Chaos people.

It's so weird...

"Wei Ling must be saved."

Al stayed in the tent and did not show up, talking to the messenger and officers through the barrier.

He doesn't want to go out.

The female knight is outside.

In fact, if he put on armor, plus he had grown a lot in recent times, and the tribe had changed so much, the other party should not be able to recognize him, but Al was just in case.

Even the Centaur mother did not show up after being pleaded by her adopted son. Although the Centaur showed up when the two armies first confronted each other that night, El's side was fully armed at the time, wearing helmets and visors, and it was dark, so they could not see clearly.

He knew that as their contact deepened, with the presence of centaurs, angry-horned beasts, and his own conspicuous features, at least the expeditionary force would be able to guess their origins, and then there would be another storm.

If there is a chance, El wants to keep the Imperial expeditionary force in Estalia, if there is a chance...

“Thank you for your wisdom and kindness!”

The messenger flattered him hastily, wiped the sweat from his neck, and asked tentatively:

"Weiling has agreed to the tribe's proposal, but the covenant still needs to be reported to the Northern Council. However... the greenskin army is already stationed in the wild, and they are working with those pirate bastards to bombard the city walls with artillery. It is estimated that they will launch a strong attack in the next few days."

"We need immediate rescue from the tribe!"

The messenger pleaded again and again, and it was obvious that the situation was indeed more urgent than imagined.

Ai'er himself had never thought that the greenskins would progress so quickly. They attacked and destroyed the Invincible Fleet, besieged Margarita with a large army, and even had the remaining strength to move westward and northward, severely damaging part of the main force of the Estalia...

Why do I feel like there's something wrong with the plot of The Rise of the Orcs?

Is it a bit too green?

Al murmured in his heart that the greenskins' progress was much faster than he had imagined, and he himself set off too quickly. According to his plan, it would be best for him to come out and fish in troubled waters when the greenskin army was approaching the city of Bilbarri, and help the Estalia people to keep on living.

At the same time, use the Pina Forest to maneuver and go to the south to seize territory. It would be best if we could trap the greenskins north of Diamonteri and have them attack from both sides. After defeating the greenskins, we will look at the humans and ask about the weight of the crown.

However, there must be a deeper meaning behind the Four Gods urging him to come out at this time.

Al is fed up with the Riddler!

Don't speak the truth

But the messenger was not honest and was deceiving him.

Al hugged his chest and sat on the ground with his legs crossed.

Even so, the paladin still tried to pull off the boy's pants. He had to pull the belt with his hands and repeatedly signaled to her with a stern look.

Claudia nodded and began to take off her clothes.

Weiling is just one of the cities in the north, and its status is not as good as that of the nearby Port of Marus in the southwest. It is impossible for it to decide on its own to cede the Pina and Inara Mountains.

It is estimated that Weiling was also undecided about the matter, but the greenskins were at the gates and the city was in danger and urgently needed reinforcements, so he simply sent envoys to agree to an alliance and pull the Aiel tribe to rescue first.

Even if the alliance can be achieved, the specific matters will be decided by Bill Barry. Weiling can only decide on his own ideas. As for whether the Northern Parliament agrees or not, that is none of their business.

The facts may be different, but they should be similar to what Al judged.

You are bullying the people in my tribe because they are honest and simple and don’t understand the twists and turns of human beings, right?

"The way to death!"

El thought that he had to help, after all, Weiling was the first important breakthrough in the strategy of conquering Estalia.

He had already planned the future direction for the city, and now it was time to use force to realize it.

The two armies are fighting and the fall is imminent!

Turn the tide, tribal reinforcements!

How pleasant it sounds.

It would be better if Weiling fell, even with Ai'er's support, but most people could be evacuated.

Most likely they will retreat to the north, but if they can attract a group of people, they will follow Eldon and station outside the Pina Forest.

He can try to absorb these people into his own system, and when their country is destroyed and their families are ruined and their faith is lost, he can also try to carry out missionary work among them.

After all, there are also naturalized human believers under El's command.

The defeated soldiers and captives who had come to attack him before finally bowed down to the Eternal Chosen and the four mighty ones behind him.

However, human believers of the Four Gods are quite interesting. Most of them choose pantheism and worship the four mother goddesses at the same time.

When fighting and pursuing glory, call on the Blood Mother; when you are happy, praise the Lord of Joy; when you wake up in the morning, pray to the Mother God to bless you with health for the day; when you are confused and crave guidance, seek the attention of the Almighty and All-Knowing.

Unlike the Beastmen, most of them simply worship one Chaos Mother Goddess, and few worship two or all of them at the same time. As for the concept of Chaos without division in the Old Chaos, it has been replaced by Aiur.

In addition to the belief in the Four Gods, the most widely popular belief in the tribe is the worship of Aiur, the Eternal Chosen. The beastmen believe that he is the son of the Four Gods, the son of destiny born from chaos to save the world.

It is the manifestation of Chaos and the will of the Four Mothers in the mortal world. The eight-pointed star has also become a personal symbol representing Ai'er, although he does not like this pattern very much.

But if it's a hammer and sickle...

The atmosphere became dangerous.

Claudia was determined to bury her head all the way down. The boy tried his best to resist, gritting his teeth and pretending to be normal while shouting without making any sound:

"In that case, then without further delay, I hope you can clear the way for our army to head to Weiling!"

"I am leaving this time with only a small army from my tribe, and a number of women and children. They will stay in Samana and I will leave a troop to guard this place. If the enemy comes aggressively, the people of Samana can retreat into the forest with my tribe."

The mayor touched his chest outside and praised: "The people of Samana will always remember your kindness."

The envoy was overjoyed and immediately turned his attention to the expeditionary force, who naturally had no objection.

Only the female knight stood there, feeling that the voice was a little strange, yet also a little familiar? ?

The shaman and his personal guards escorted the humans out with a ceremony. El breathed a sigh of relief, pressed the holy warrior's head with force to prevent her from continuing, and slowly pulled out the part in her mouth.

"You've been corrupted by pleasure, haven't you?"

Al frowned, picked up his robe from the ground and wrapped it around himself.

The former paladin also stood up from his kneeling position, revealing his tall and muscular body, and wiped his mouth, his eyes becoming as cold as the boy's.

"Goddess.....Mirmidia is no longer my master, and neither is your god."

"only you."

She drew the long sword from Leng Li Zhi Ai's waist, pointed it at Al, then suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the boy's hand, stuffed the hilt into his hand, and pressed the sharp blade against her chest.

"Either enslave me or kill me."

A drop of blood oozed out and slid down the tip of the sword, staining the fair body with a layer of enchanting color.

Al was stunned for a moment, threw away his sword, turned around and walked out of the tent.

Claudia had a blank expression on her face, but she smiled as she watched the boy leave.

Chapter 78: I am Al, the Son of Man

Preparations were underway in full swing, and now that a preliminary agreement had been reached, it was also necessary to flex one's muscles to the Estalia people.

Al pulled out the legions that were still in the dense forest.

The huge and majestic army of angry-horned beasts shocked the humans, and the commanders kept wondering how many greenskins or humans this size of beastmen could deal with.

The envoy's eyes filled with tears, and he felt that his mission was accomplished. As long as he could lead the army of several thousand people to the city of Weiling, his mission would be successfully completed.

The Samana people secretly thanked their lucky stars that they had obeyed Aiur's will and had not angered him. Otherwise, this army that had slaughtered the greenskins with ease would probably have vented their anger on the land of the Estalia.

Two hundred trolls of various types, equipped with goblin grenadiers, and monster infantry.

Mainly river trolls and common trolls, with a small number of stone trolls and forest trolls.

These filthy and smelly monsters were led by the river troll leader "He Shuhan", who was the first to obey Aiur and learned to offer faith to Aiur and the Four Gods with his stupid troll head. They were assisted by centaurs and patient tauren generals. They marched alone at the rear of the legion, otherwise the pungent stench on their bodies would make the angry-horned beasts angry.

They use clubs and hammers as weapons. After all, according to the tribe's smelting level, it is difficult to make any other weapons for them except these bulky things. For the time being, Al can't find a good way to deal with the trolls' fear of fire.

Goblin things are not afraid of getting dirty. Perhaps because they are born in nature, the trolls tend to ignore these little things and will not eat them as snacks.

They stepped on the crude saddles installed on the trolls' backs and threw crude gastric acid bombs. Although they were called bombs, there was actually no explosive effect. The goblins used the roasted troll skin to carry their corrosive gastric juice and then made it into small balls.

If it receives a heavy blow, the dry and powerless outer skin will burst open like tree bark, or even break when thrown in the air, causing the gastric juice inside to fly out like flowers from the sky.

Use stench and corrosion to disgust your enemies.

At least it can cause a significant blow to morale.

Eighty-eight blood-mother minotaurs, including their warlord commander, blessed the four-armed minotaur.