Warhammer

Eternal God's Chosen!

Human Union men!

The son of a rich man cannot sit down in the hall.

The important thing is that according to the concepts of both worlds, he is still a minor.

With Aiel's current level, if he goes to attack anyone with high morale and waaaaagh the greenskins, that would be simply ( ) - courting death!

The kind that even the Centaur Girl can’t save, and even the Blood Mother can’t save!

So at most he would ride on the back of a griffin and fly over the heads of his troops to boost morale. After the battle, he would sit in the center of the army, standing still like a mountain.

Expect Al to learn the old man with a hammer and the Deathclaw Majesty pendant?

He is not stupid. The emperor charges into battle, which is something called "long-range resistance" in the medieval world. Otherwise, he would be shot into a sieve in minutes.

The legion accelerated forward in a cone formation. The beastmen, who had not undergone repeated training, had a somewhat crooked formation, but with good obedience they were still able to maintain the basic framework. Arranged at the head of the cone were the most powerful monster infantry legion among the beastmen, eighty-eight blood minotaurs led by the Blessed Bull.

These monsters, nearly three people tall, were breathing heavily from their noses, and their bodies were covered in Chaos Armor that was forged in the Realm of the Mother of Fury and bestowed upon the Eternal Chosen. Once they started running, they were like unstoppable mad tanks.

It will not stop until enough flesh and blood is crushed.

Behind them were the strongest group of Greatsword Ragehorns among the Heavy Armored Ragehorns. Accompanied by the charge of the Tauren, they quickly widened the gap and mowed down the enemy.

Ai'er placed the Centaurs at the end to protect the rear. On the right wing, according to the enemy situation that had been scouted in advance, he placed the Beastmen holding halberds and spears in the front to guard against enemy charges.

The troll army was pressed on the left wing and onto the battlefield. The bloodthirsty and warlike Ragehorns became more resistant to the stench, and for a short period of time they would be stimulated by it and become even more angry.

Al had already made preparations. He had originally planned to let the humans take the lead to attract the attention of the greenskins. But after thinking about it, he realized that the morale of the hundreds of scattered soldiers was still not very high, and they were exhausted after days of trekking.

Maybe they will be defeated by the greenskins after two encounters and will not be able to play a big role in restraining others. It is better to use them for other purposes.

"So."

"I'll leave it to you...Mom!"

Al rode the griffin and flew into the sky.

(Al, who always yells "Mom" when something happens, is definitely trash).

A cannon shot from the city gate, and a man was seen rushing out from the Aiel army. Looking closely, there was a poem praising him:

He was twelve feet tall, with a slender waist and shoulders, and a face like that of a demon concubine, with sword-like eyebrows that were as blue as the sky and as red as the forehead, a pair of red pupils, a nose like a jade pillar, and a mouth as red as cinnabar. He wore a bright silver crown on his head, with two dragons fighting for treasures, and pearls embedded in the top of his head, radiating brilliance. He had a pheasant's tail floating behind his head.

He wears a three-pronged purple gold crown on his head, a Xichuan red cotton robe with flowers on his body, a beast-faced sky-swallowing chain armor on his body, and a belt of exquisite lions and barbarians around his waist. He carries a curved blade and holds a painted halberd. He is a centaur who is originally a hissing wind. He can be said to be: "A hero among men, a true dragon among horses!"

It is the Blood Mother's Chosen, the adoptive mother of El, the evil star born into the world, the "Son of Thunder and Fire", who is compared to the legendary ancient dragon demon by the Beastmen, the "Sun Eater Korlik" who was beheaded in the Last War, the young horse girl version of the Centaur, Alina!

close!

Obviously, the sudden appearance of an enemy that they had never seen before behind them still caused a big shock to the green-skinned Muggle brain. Although they had the advantage, they were inevitably affected by the murderous momentum of the Beastman Legion, and the morale of the army was somewhat shaken (Leadership -6).

But under the shouting and command of the generals and night goblin staff, the greenskins who remained outside the city were mobilized, changed direction, formed formations, and began to advance forward.

Yes, the greenskins had no intention of defending. All the way here, they were the only ones attacking, and humans did nothing to defend.

It would be the same even if they were attacked by surprise or ambushed. After all, this was a greenskin general leading the army, and they had an apparent numerical advantage. If they were afraid of this, their reputation as the boss would be damaged.

There are currently at least 10,000 greenskins left outside the city. After several days of siege, a steady stream of scattered greenskin gangs who have had enough of looting and smashing outside, or who are simply lost and can't find anything to cut and feel bored, run back to the city of Weiling while fighting among themselves to join the siege army and wait for the attack.

Therefore, the number of greenskin troops is more than Al estimated at the beginning, probably close to 30,000. Two-thirds of them have been involved in the siege, and most of them are currently engaged in street fighting.

"Whizzing!"

The javelins were thrown, causing the first wave of casualties to the greenskins.

Many greenskins fell down among the enemies who had hastily assembled in a dense formation.

Al observed from the sky and felt that the effect was not very good. For the greenskins, it seemed that any wound that was not fatal, such as a piercing wound to the heart or a headshot or an open chest, would not affect the battle much. However, it still had some effect.

Maybe in the future we can consider tying explosives or simply replacing them with real "grenadiers".

This method of getting close to the enemy's face, perhaps under the enemy's firepower and approaching to the enemy's charging distance to attack requires great courage and perseverance. I believe that the Blood Mother will appreciate this approach.

Closer!

At a distance of fifty steps, we have entered the charge stage.

"Skull offering to the throne!"

The red eyes were about to spit fire. The centaur girl, who had reappeared as the incarnation of the god of death, could hardly contain her excitement. She raised her halberd and led the charge.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood mother!!!"

Roars filled with murderous intent and rage covered the greenskins' waaaaaagh and crushed any occasional clouds passing by in the sky.

The two waves of red and green collide with each other!

The bald beast on the high ground could no longer stand. The green-skinned warrior watched as the boys were blown away by the red and black torrent the moment they engaged in the battle, and the remaining force was unabated.

Led by the Centaurs, the Blood Mother Minotaur Regiment turned into a steel spearhead, piercing straight through the heart of the central army, making a big hole in the battle line, and continued to advance.

The heavily-armored furyhorns wielding two-handed giant swords are also steel killing machines. Conventional green-skinned giants can only hold out for a few rounds in front of them before being executed by the sharp blades forged from blood and fire.

The general immediately realized that he could not wait any longer.

Failure is inevitable if this continues!

The center of the army will be defeated, the two wings will be crushed, and the formation will be completely torn apart!

"Roar!"

The two wings that were a little slower in engaging the enemy also began to show signs of instability. A large number of trolls walked out of the enemy's left wing. These monsters had strong regenerative abilities but low intelligence and slow reactions. On their heads lay green guys who looked like fart spirits, screaming and throwing out bloated skin bags that spun and exploded on the green heads.

The corrosive gastric acid splashed and splattered at the same time, making the greenskins that were touched scream in pain and their formation unstable. The spit directly from the river troll's mouth could even knock a big guy down head-on and corrode him to death.

"Blood~sacrifice!"

The troll leader He Shuhan held up the crude mace made for him by Aiel, shouted a prayer to the Blood Mother in the strange common language, and ran with his slimy legs, leading his compatriots to rush towards the greenskin position.

Another flurry of people turned around.

The greenskins could never have imagined that the creative ideas they used to smash human shrimps would one day be targeted by others in the same way, and they were a group of trolls that looked even bigger than the most ferocious big guys!

A large number of the greenskins' front row on the right wing were blown away, and the angry-horned beasts following closely behind quickly followed and slaughtered the enemy.

The bald man knew that he could not wait any longer. According to the enemy's power, the central army would surely collapse first, and then the left and right wings would be separated. The enemy could decide at will:

Should I attack my own base camp first or swallow and crush one wing.

Thanks to the great warlord Mao Liang's words and deeds, at least the green-skinned warriors under his command have better military and combat qualities than those elsewhere.

The panicked Night Goblin staff obviously did not expect that this group of strange enemies who suddenly appeared would have such a fierce attack. They were already waving flags impatiently and shouting at their scouts to withdraw the troops in the city and return to support their own army.

The bald man grabbed the machete, hesitated for a moment, put on his helmet, and walked towards the front line with the Black Iron Guards.

It will personally lead the team to resist the central army!

The ferocity of the enemy also aroused the fire in the big guy's heart!

It saw the blood-red centaur that was so powerful and unstoppable that no one could match her wherever she went. The opponent's strength made the general more determined to chop off her head!

The bald man felt that this would be the most important and fiercest battle in his life, and his opponent would be the fiercest.

It was once a slave, but it will always be a greenskin!

It's going back to the most important thing in the greenskin's life!

The general was wearing a helmet, and the iron mask was still dull and hideous, but he still couldn't help but whisper out the thing he hadn't shouted since he put on the mask.

"Waaaaaaagh!!!"

Chapter 83: Great Victory at the Siege of Weiling

The bald man led his taciturn but aggressive bodyguards to the battle line, chopped down a few fleeing greenskins to stabilize the morale, and soon came to the front battlefield which had become weak, to fight against the group of blood bulls who had turned into green removal machines and were madly slaughtering the greenskin boys.

After being hit repeatedly, the morale of the greenskins has become unstable, and the appearance of deserters has proved this. Also because of the shaken faith, the bonus brought by waaaaagh began to weaken, further weakening the greenskins' combat effectiveness.

Al was looking down at the battlefield on the back of the Griffin. His height had exceeded the limit of damage that the greenskins' crude long-range weapons could cause. Unless there was a super-super-super-big waaaaaagh, the waaaaaaghest greenskin archer boy, with the bonus of waaaaagh energy as huge as the presence of Big Brother Gorr himself, it would be possible for him to hit Al with "I think this shot can hit".

The red spear points had broken through the thick but weak green carpet, and only a tiny bit of the enemy's center remained, which would soon be completely pierced and divided.

"Great!"

Al was happy from the bottom of his heart. The beastmen's fighting power was proven, and he was the happiest one.

It is known that: 7,000 beastmen > about 30,000 greenskins > tens of thousands of human troops, from this we can conclude!

No matter what, the advantage is mine!

With the advantages of both me and Banshengfan, it would be difficult for us not to win.

The griffin beneath him suddenly roared in warning. Al looked towards Weiling and saw two two-legged flying dragons flapping their wings and taking off from the city, heading towards him.

Al, who had just set the flag, had to look at the enemy and our own situation. He felt that it would be a bit of a problem for a griffin to face two dragons, so he patted the griffin girl's neck and signaled her to go down.

This beast, regarded as a symbol of precision and nobility, obviously did not want to retreat, but there was a pendant on its back that forced her to avoid the battle first.

To some extent, the Griffin seemed to treat the Everchosen as half a cub. From time to time, she would catch some meat outside and bring it back to the camp, bringing it to El, signaling him to eat with her actions and eyes, or she would chew it into meat scraps in her mouth and then open her mouth to show it to El.

She would use her wings to protect El and prevent the anxious horse girl from taking her adopted son away.

She would use her beak to gently comb Al's increasingly long hair, and at the same time, she would hold the boy in her arms, letting him sleep together with several other hungry griffin cubs, leaning against the griffin mother.

Although El would sometimes feel: I am the Beast King, not a Beast Child, the Griffin Lady's instinctive maternal love still satisfied the missing part of El's heart a little.

The griffin was circling in the air and suddenly fell down rapidly. It grabbed a big beast with its hind claws and threw it into the herd, which was instantly cut into several pieces.

The beastmen quickly dispersed, clearing the field. The angry-horned beast in the innermost circle put down its weapon and knelt on one knee facing the field.

Al Tangtang appears.

The Eternal God's Chosen One was dressed in a majestic and cold suit, a helmet with dragon horns, and a golden mask. Although he was still relatively petite, he already had an extraordinary aura - at the very least he was an elite soldier.

He said in a muffled voice:

"Crush the enemy and sacrifice blood to the Blood Mother!"

Inspired by the Chosen One, the beastmen were more motivated and swung their weapons with greater force and speed. The angry-horned beasts in the inner circle guarded the Eternal Chosen One to protect the safety of the griffin pendant.

There were two flying dragons, one of which was injured, with many scars on its wings and body caused by the Wei Ling people. It was panting while flying. The other one seemed to be in its prime, roaring fiercely and swooping down.

Al quickly flipped over, and the heavily armored and halberd-wielding guards with angry horns immediately surrounded the boy. The griffin screamed ferociously, rushed into the sky, and entangled the flying dragon.

The wyvern landed and swooped down, blowing away several angry-horned beasts, but with the bonus of the Blood River [the blessing of the Blood Mother, the more kills the stronger the combat power, which can be understood as the waaaaagh of the greenskins and the combat buff of the dark elves], none of them were seriously injured, and most of them quickly got up and fought again.

The flying dragon and the heavily-armored guards with long spears were facing each other. The beast eyes were full of fear. Even with a low IQ, they could sense the danger from the group of red and black beasts in front of them and could not find a chance to attack them.

On the other side, in Weiling City.

When the last line of defense was crumbling and the white-haired nun had decided to sacrifice herself and her companions to buy time for the defenders to reorganize the defense, the roars and drums of the greenskins continued to come from behind the enemy, and the voices revealed urgency and panic.

The Green Tide is Retreating!

The greenskin archers on the high ground were the first to retreat, followed by the big guys and goblins in the front, and then the troops in the middle. The remaining trolls were in a daze, walking onto the battlefield in a daze, and following the greenskins to retreat in a daze. A few of them were left behind and surrounded and killed by the defenders.

The nun, who was covered in blood and whose bodies were mostly made up of enemies, smashed the head of the last green-skinned giant within her sight, then knelt on the ground with her warhammer, staring in a daze at the end of the alley, which was littered with human and green-skin corpses.

The heavy iron scripture was not far in front of the nun, lying quietly in a pool of blood, in a daze.

"Sigma..."

The elder sister murmured, and all the surviving companions knelt down with her and prayed:

"By the God-Emperor! For the glory of Sigmar!"

It was confirmed that the greenskins were really retreating and had no other plans, but there was no need to do so. After they attacked for a while and the nuns were killed, the defenders completely collapsed. The only ones left were the old, children, women, and the wounded. Most of them were waiting to be captured and slaughtered.

The remaining defenders began to search for the wounded and collect the bodies. They sent a small number of scouts to the outer city to observe the whereabouts of the greenskins. At the same time, they continued to organize their defenses and prepare for the next attack.

Even if there was another attack, Wei Ling wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

After the threat subsided, the residents began to muster up the courage to come out and help treat the wounded and search the ruins. They all looked at the Valkyries on the battlefield, Sister Sigma from the Empire, with reverence and gratitude.

This group of wandering nuns, with less than two hundred members, carried the defense of the city of Weiling with their own flesh and blood and heavy armor. From the city walls, gates, alleys, until the enemy was defeated, they stood on the front line, as dazzling as an unfallen flag.

With the goddess silent, they inspired the Estalia people's fighting spirit and used human courage to defeat the terrifying green tide head-on!

Perhaps if things continue to move in the best direction for humanity, it would not be surprising that the city of Vering would become one of the few special places in Estalia where the Imperial Sigmar faith is popular.

But things clearly weren't going the way the nuns had prayed.

......

Alina swung her halberd, knocking the greenskin warrior's machete away, and slashed back, cutting a crack in the greenskin's magic iron armor on his chest, and knocked him back.