Warhammer

These powerful branches of beastmen possessed both the heaviness of the earth and the restlessness of the fire of Akshar. After converting to the Blood Mother, they became larger and stronger than their own kind. Each person was over four meters tall. Al had no doubt that they would have the attributes of "siege troopers".

The horns became sharp and hard, the skin turned red, and blood-colored mane grew. The cow also spontaneously mastered the skills of using heavy weapons such as axes, hammers, and swords.

Al found some armor specially prepared for these monsters from the weapons bestowed by the Blood Mother. After being fully armored, each one of them looked like a red and black steel tank.

Compared to the crazy and bloodthirsty Minotaurs in the past, on the battlefield, the Blood Mother Minotaurs possess the dual characteristics of bloodthirstiness and calmness. After the war, they only need a short period of time to calm down, and then they can use their reason to control their violent anger and return to their families and normal tribal life.

Only a very small number of believers who are too eager to fight, seize glory and sacrifice to the Blood Mother will abandon or refuse to start a family. At most, they will have a few one-night stands and devote themselves wholeheartedly to the process of preparing for and enjoying war.

Compared with the larger tribesmen, there are not many such fanatics, and they are within the tolerance range of Aiel.

The rest is the Ragehorn Legion, which is composed entirely of regular infantry.

At Ai'er's request, they will carry two or three short-handled throwing axes that can penetrate armor and kill; those with shorter stature, such as the Wrathhorn believers who were transformed from sheepmen, will be equipped with javelins, and serve as the first row to cause a wave of damage to the enemy before engaging in battle, and then use spears to kill the enemy in the gaps of the front row of Wrathhorn troops.

The most powerful one is the heavily armored angry-horned beast equipped with chaos armor. It uses two-handed greatswords, axes and halberds, swords and shields as weapons, and has the functions of breaking formations, counter-cavalry, and garrison (counter-countercharge, counter-infantry, counter-big, silver shield).

He is the strongest and most fanatical believer among all the angry horns. Under the blessing of the Blood Mother and the eternally chosen commander, he has no reason to run away. As long as the war continues, he will trample the river of blood without getting tired. (Never defeated, full of energy)

The smallest of them are strong men who can reach the size of a monster over three meters tall. They shout the name of Blood Mother and fight fiercely. Facing them is a terrifying deterrent to all enemies who are not strong-willed (terrifying the enemy and causing fear)

The only ones who can command them all are Aiur and the Everchosen's foster mother, the Centaur Alina.

The absolute main force and royal guard of these legions, Aiel, brought 1,200 of them on this expedition, which was more than half of the ordinary angry-horned beasts. In addition, there were also troops composed of various centaurs, wolves, and tamed wild beasts.

Basically, it's a kitchen knife team lineup.

All F2A.

After encountering the enemy, they will launch a harassing attack with javelins, throw short axes, and then charge into the battle formation. The troll army will, accompanied by the beastmen, charge from the flank or the front, use gastric juice to throw and sicken a wave of enemies, and then disrupt the enemy's formation.

The Angry Horn Army that followed closely behind followed the gap and killed people in all directions. The destructive charge launched by the Blood Mother Minotaur could flatten all obstacles, and one wing of the enemy collapsed!

The heavily-armored angry-horned beast transforms into the steel of death, harvesting blood and offering a blood sacrifice to the Blood Mother!

Our army won a great victory!

......

The idea is good, but lacks practice.

And the opportunity is coming soon.

El rode on the griffin's back, put his arms around her neck, and flew across the sky.

The tribal army has begun to move. After holding a collective funeral for the dead, all the humans, who were cavalry, were equipped for battle and marched in front to clear the way. In the front were the centaurs and wolves. The beastmen that Aiel had sent out to open maps and scout the movements of greenskins and humans had already arrived at the city of Viling.

He sensed that there were about 20,000 greenskins there. From time to time, small bandits came to join them, and from time to time, greenskins left because they felt bored or for other reasons.

And with the help of pirates, these shameless and despicable sea wolves are helping their greenskin allies to operate cannons to continuously bombard the walls of Viling, weakening the physical and mental defenses of the Estalia.

He could feel the smell of war in the air. Four thousand, plus the Estalia defenders, totaled no more than ten thousand. Of these, more than six thousand were city defenders whose morale was low due to a series of defeats.

They have to deal with an army of more than 20,000 greenskins whose morale is high and who are in the initial stage of a great waaaaagh.

Weiling must be rescued, but if he sacrifices the elite troops he has worked so hard to build for this, it will definitely not be worth it. Even if he can win, the loss will be too great and Al has to reconsider.

But after all, a city of lives...

Al felt a little conflicted. He was the eternally chosen son of Chaos, sure, but it was also he who indulged in debauchery every night, raped the paladin (although the roles were reversed now), and even had () fantasies about his own biological mother.

But Al is a good man!

My way of saving the world is just different from the mainstream (shock)!

He needs to observe the enemy situation personally before he can make adequate plans. If the command and tactics are appropriate, he may be able to resolve the siege of Weiling at a lower cost... Of course, it would be best to let the entire city relocate.

The power of the tribe will be proven in this hard-hitting, hands-on war.

When his thoughts flew up to the sky, the troubles of desires and distracting thoughts seemed to leave him, and Al's mind was clear and his eyes were firm.

His mind was filled with confusion as he planned his troops. The third vertical eye mark between his eyebrows was faintly visible in the sunlight.

When he is far away from the earth and looks down at the world from a detached perspective, Al can better understand his inner self and review his own thoughts.

He was reminding himself, warning himself.

Don't lose your more precious will for something that you want to achieve quickly.

That was why he was willing to rebel against the Four Gods, regardless of whether they were new or old.

"My name is Al, and I'm not a beast."

"I am the son of man, the son of the human union."

Chapter 79: Bald Beast

Al rode on the griffin and flew towards the city of Weiling. He had already opened up his vision along the way, and there were wolves following closely on the ground. He could land and enter the forest at any time without worrying about being surrounded by a group of enemy air units.

He needed to learn the details of the greenskins besieging the city as soon as possible. There were not many people in the entire tribe who could establish a stable mental connection with him and allow Al to share vision.

Although the approximate distribution and number of enemies are marked with the Blessing of Omniscience, detailed information requires El to get closer to see.

(There is a bug here. The previous blessing required trust and the individual was strong enough to be shared by Ai'er. I forgot while writing it and made it so that it can be shared with everyone. From now on, it will be limited to a few affairs officers, lords and special units.)

......

Bald beast.

The greenskin leader who besieged Verin.

One of the most powerful generals under the warlord.

Without a doubt, of all the greenskin warriors that Go-Mao-Liang Fei-Long has defeated or conquered during his rise to power, he is one of the most brutal and difficult to deal with.

Its name is very strange, similar to the warlord Gao Maoliang, and it is also rare among the greenskins.

It was once a greenskin slave captured by the remnants of the Chaos Dwarves. Its slave owner welded a black iron mask on its face, preventing it from emitting the ferocious waaaagh roar and suppressing its nature.

The earth goblin overseers were also used to torture and train these savage green-skinned giants, gradually teaching them to obey their masters' orders.

Bald Beast, it wasn't called that at that time, or rather, it didn't have a name yet.

With its silent and loyal qualities (compared to other greenskins) and its own strength, it was noticed by the overseer and sent to the Hobgoblin Khan to be led. With its excellent performance, it received the following gifts from its Chaos Dwarf masters:

Place it within a set of red-hot fel iron plate armor, freshly smelted from the infernal furnace.

The greenskin's epidermis was carbonized instantly, and the high temperature even penetrated its bones. Even the troll's vitality could hardly endure this all-round burn after removing the characteristics of weak fire.

But the dwarf wizards used their evil power to maintain its life, allowing it to survive the initial stage. After the magic iron plate armor evaporated and cooled down enough, the bald beast was welded to the heavy armor forever.

The armor became its flesh, blood, skin, and bones.

This is its new prison.

The supervisors put a helmet on it, and together with the mask, this big guy was completely sealed in. He could only eat through the tiny holes in the mask, and the food was sent in through a tube.

The Chaos Dwarves enslaved and trained these greenskins in various ways to ensure that they would not betray them. The Bald One was assigned to a wizard as a guard. In a battle against the Chaos beasts in the badlands, it risked its life to protect its master. The price was that its skull was almost cut in half by the four-armed Minotaur, and its magic iron helmet was split open by a desperate blow, revealing red, white and green brain matter and blood.

A chaos cannon shot killed the bull demon. The wizard master sighed with regret at the danger just now, then kicked aside the loyal servant who seemed to be dead, and continued to join the battlefield until the end of the battle. When the goblin slaves began to clean up the battlefield and prepare to collect the body of the bald beast and take off the armor on his body, a goblin was crushed to death by a big guy who suddenly jumped up.

The friendly forces then realized that the big guy was not dead. He slowly and staggered to his feet, picked up the battle axe, and continued to follow his owner.

The wizard was surprised at the guard's resurrection, but did not think much about it and continued to accept the bald beast, but away from the fortress. The cracked helmet was difficult to repair, and after the wound healed, its smooth, newly grown scalp was exposed to the air.

The Chaos Dwarf wizard was amused by the funny appearance of the guard. He kept the big guy by his side in the following battles, treating it like a pet and naming it "Bald Head". In his spare time, he would use a staff with a hammer-like head to hit the bald green head as a form of entertainment.

The days of being a bodyguard and a part-time pet ended when the waaaagh wave in the Badlands caused by Gao Maoliang Feilong broke up the Chaos Dwarf expeditionary force. When the bald head followed its master to escape in the Badlands, the wizard master made fun of its bald head again. Before the other guards could react, it turned around and smashed the Chaos Dwarf wizard's head into his body with a war hammer.

The greenskin slaves rioted along with the bald man's resistance, killing their arrogant masters who tried to control their barbaric nature. The half-demon souls that were imprisoned in armor and used to restrain the greenskins and enhance their strength were destroyed and dispersed by the waaaagh energy raised by the warlord!

Afterwards, this slave army formed a brand new greenskin warband. They wore armor made by Chaos Dwarves, tamed a group of wild war boars, and rode them around the badlands, crushing everything moving in their sight until they ran into the warlord Gomao Liang's dragon guards.

The warlord defeated this group of violent slave compatriots with absolute strength. Perhaps because of the same experience, he was very fond of the rebel leader, Baldy, and gave him an extra name of "beast" and took him in as his guard.

He was soon sent out again to lead an army as a general.

The silent bald beast has the blood of tortured, crazy and barbaric greenskins in his bones!

It never cries waaaaagh, but every time it attacks it swings its whole body's strength to chop down its enemies, chopping off their heads and mincing their limbs.

It doesn't need to command personally either. The warlord has equipped it and its slave brothers with the most cunning and intelligent night goblin leaders who can understand the meaning of a gesture from the big guy.

It chopped off the heads of many rebellious warlords for Mao Liang. In the Battle of the Gedaz River, the bald man rode a war boar and personally broke through the Estalia phalanx, smashed the shrine of Myrmidia with a battle axe, turned around and chopped off the head of the war leader High Priest, and destroyed the left wing of mankind.

The great warlord Mao Liang sent it to cross the Gedaz River with the greenskin army after the decisive victory, advance westward and northward, sweep up the remnants of the army along the way, break into towns, create panic, and cause a mass escape.

Now, the bald man and his high-spirited greenskin boys are stationed outside the city of Vering. This city is the gateway to the north of Estalia. If they break through here, they can go directly to the north through the paths between Vering, Diamonteri and Pina Forest. If they break through Diamonteri, the entire Estalia from east to west will be completely open to the greenskins.

The ugly and crude siege towers of the greenskins were built little by little outside the city. The energetic guys were fighting and smashing things every day and night, eager to break into the city, wreak havoc, chop off the heads of all the rebels, and capture the human shrimps who had lost their ability to resist;

Set up the statue of Brother Gomao in the center of the city, pollute the human palaces and statues with smelly feces, smash everything that looks decent to pieces, and then loot the parts and treasures worth collecting.

This is the meaning of life for greenskins, a group of brainless but savage creatures who are very happy as long as they can fight.

The Tyrells once hired greenskins to attack their own people, with considerable success.

Margarita also has quite a few greenskins working as mercenaries. Most of these guys have a certain degree of control over their nature and can accept employment from humans, venting the aggressiveness and destructiveness in their blood to designated places.

Unfortunately, before the siege began, quite a few of these greenskins were foolish enough to leave the city openly to join the waaaaagh that would awaken their DNA. This was still relatively smart. A small number of them, after being influenced by the huge waaaagh, began to destroy without regard for the large numbers of the enemy, and were eventually wiped out in the city by the Margarita people.

Chapter 80: Only Blood, Sigmar's Sister

The pirates' artillery and the greenskins' garbage cannons were still bombarding the city walls. From time to time, shells were thrown into the city, destroying houses and killing or injuring several people.

The morale of the Weiling people was inevitably low.

Continuous failures, no reinforcements, artillery bombardment...

The tragic omen after the city was broken seemed to have appeared before the eyes of all the desperate people, and the statue of the goddess Myrmidia remained silent, as silent as a clay sculpture or wooden carving, just as it had been since the beginning of the catastrophe.

Like a dead object.

It seems that all the miracles and blessings in the past were just a ridiculous fantasy bubble!

If this was not the only miracle they could rely on in desperation, the defenders would have been forced to send out precious manpower to protect the statue. Faced with unresponsive faith and a tragic future, the extremists who were on the verge of collapse had already tried to vent their pent-up anger on the statue of the goddess.

"The Estalia people believe in you and regard Myrmidia as their highest faith. Why, then, did Myrmidia remain silent in this disaster that the Estalia people encountered?"

Goddess, say something!

This is a common thought in many people's minds.

The performance of the goddess Myrmidia in this war has angered and disappointed too many people.

One hundred and fifty years have passed since the victory of the Great War, and civilization has been developing freely under limited constraints for one hundred and fifty years. The belief in God is no longer as devout as it was before the end of time. Even the bald heads of the Empire's state religion, who were once known for their fanaticism and xenophobia, now have to admit the chaotic and diverse religious situation within the empire.

A few radical and enlightened intellectuals even published an article in Marianneburg, saying that "Sigmar's victories were mostly achieved with his hammer, and our god should be 'Galmaraz'" to mock the conservative and closed state religion, but the exasperated chief priest could do nothing about it.

Some even openly questioned the authenticity of the so-called "the world was tortured by Chaos before the Great War", believing that the so-called Chaos Demons did not exist at all, and even if they did, they might just be some special creatures like Beastmen and Undead; and the truth about the so-called Chaos Evil Gods was most likely just the gods - or maybe just a group of powerful mortals? They worked together to fabricate lies to deceive the world into fanatically believing in them!

......

The greenskin shamans cast wild spells, and the big-faced flag of Brother Gomao was flying high in the chaotic greenskin camp, mocking the humans behind the castle and their silent goddess.

Visible waaaagh energy connects the greenskins on the battlefield, and they become stronger and stronger as their morale rises!

However, humanity is in sustainable decline. The Northern Parliament, which hastily assembled its legions, has only one mobile legion still in Demonterrey to build a defense line. Among the Southern Army that was defeated in the Battle of the Gedaz River, there is no one with enough prestige and ability to regroup the troops. The defeated soldiers either fled to the hills where the tombs of the kings are located in the southwest, or fled to the north.

These defeated soldiers are currently the main force of Weiling City’s defense.

That reckless southern expedition took away almost all the troops that could be mobilized in the central and southern regions of Estalia, resulting in a fatal weakening of the defense capabilities of these areas.

The defeated soldiers were ruthlessly hunted by the green-skinned wolf riders and the big boar riders in the wilderness and on the Guidos Road. The villages along the way were destroyed and looted. They either fled to more remote areas to avoid the greenskins, or fled to the north.

There are currently more than 100,000 people gathered in Weiling, most of whom are refugees from the surrounding areas. The issue of food and water alone is enough to cause them great trouble.

After all, this place has never been a strategic location, and its economic role is not as great as that of Daimonteri in the north and Marus in the west. Most of the exchanges between the north and the south are carried out through more developed sea transportation, and it does not even have the qualification of a land transit station. Its main specialty is the large-scale logging industry, animal skins, and medicinal materials production due to its proximity to the Pina Forest.

The sound of artillery fire became more and more intense. Every wave of artillery shells would take away dozens of combat forces. The damage to the city wall became more and more serious. The people of Weiling had already removed the beams of the city hall to support the gate, and used precious stones and wood from the mansions of wealthy nobles to repair the gaps.

While the elderly and slightly immature young people went to the front line, waiting for the enemy to launch an attack, many courageous women and children also took up arms, went to the battlefield, and waited for the final battle with the barbarians.

When the artillery fire became so fierce that it seemed as if meteorites were raining down from the sky, all the people of Weiling understood that the moment to decide the fate of the city had come.

The artillery fire stopped abruptly, and the deafening sound of waaaaaagh came from outside the city wall like a tidal wave. In contrast, a silent and tragic atmosphere spread in the city of Weiling.

The goddess has abandoned her people, but the Estalia will not abandon themselves!

The Southern Kingdom has survived all disasters such as the beast tide and the rat tide!

Across the ocean!

Phalanx Legion!