Warhammer

He suddenly leaped out and crushed two green-skinned guards who were trying to rescue the boss. With a wave of his halberd, a row of hideous and ugly green heads flew up in front of him.

She turned around and saw the night goblin staff shouting desperately: "Rescue the boss! Rescue the boss!"

The bald slave brothers and bodyguards rushed forward fearlessly and stood in front of the Centaur. The night goblin staff frantically commanded the guys who were so frightened that they couldn't even stand up, dragging the severely injured warrior to escape backwards.

The greenskins were defeated.

The general was badly defeated by the enemy, causing the formation that was already struggling to hold on to collapse completely. Everywhere there were greenskins who had given up resistance and were screaming and fleeing. The human army that suddenly appeared on the right wing and launched a cavalry assault also had a significant impact.

The Centaur Legion met the charging greenskinned War Boar and defeated the latter with the support of the lurking wolves.

Many greenskins retreated from the city, but before they could understand what was happening, they were knocked down by the rapidly advancing angry-horned beasts and wild bull legions, and then a chain reaction occurred, causing them to flee in large numbers.

The flying dragon in its prime had its limbs pierced by the guards holding spears, and its head was chopped off by the commander of the blessed bulls. The other wounded one, however, obeyed its beast instinct when the battle situation was unfavorable, and it lay on the ground, lowering its head to the beastmen.

Perhaps its brain was more sensitive and it sensed the familiar yet terrifying mighty power among the enemy, so it chose to surrender.

Ai'er watched with satisfaction as his legion swept the battlefield, slaughtered all the greenskins, cut off their heads, and piled them into a mausoleum.

A huge anti-Khorne symbol made up of green-skinned corpses was displayed, with a bloody wilderness in the background.

"Mom will love it."

Al thought to himself that he was not so disgusted by the blood and fishy smell in the air. Instead, he felt that the blood brought by his own victory was so fragrant.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood Mother!"

The Everchosen cried out loudly, and a Chaos rift appeared in the sky, swallowing up corpses and piling up as sacrifices.

The beasts knelt down before the miracle and lowered their bloodthirsty and warlike heads.

Ai'er looked at the nearby Viling from afar. Although it was in ruins and had been ravaged by the greenskins, it was still the first "city" he had come into contact with since he came to this world.

"Then it's time to present it to the throne."

Chapter 84: Do you treat the tribe as beggars?

While Al was happily thinking about getting his next trophy, the people of Weiling were observing this completely unfamiliar army outside the city with horror from all the advantageous terrains such as the city walls, towers, and ruins.

The elder sister's hand holding the hammer fell by her leg. She looked at the army of red and black beasts, the slaughterhouse-like hellish scene they created, and the fleeing greenskins, and murmured:

"Sigma..."

Thunder exploded in the sky.

Suddenly, a pair of blood-red eyes of a giant god containing endless anger appeared in the eyes of the elder nun. Above the sky, he was looking down at her eagerly and eagerly.

She lowered her head and looked at the blood-stained scripture hanging around her waist, which she treasured like a treasure.

"What did Sigma do?"

A blasphemous thought flashed through the head of the nun. Before she could realize how bad this thought was, the answer had already emerged from her mind:

The people of Viling fought desperately to defend their homeland and beliefs. Despite this, the God-Emperor did not use his divine power to destroy the enemy until the last moment.

Does God require sufficient sacrifice from His believers?

The Arch Sister and her companions shouted the name of the God-Emperor countless times, eliminated beasts, purified filth, responded to the demands of civilians, punished corrupt nobles, and fought against greedy factory owners.

Her hammer has killed nobles, wealthy businessmen, necromancers, vampires, green-skinned warriors, forest monsters, thugs...

The devout faith in the God-Emperor, or rather the belief in his teachings, made the Archsister and her companions temper themselves along the way. After countless life-and-death battles, before she ascended to the position of head of the Order of Archsisters, two Archsisters had already died in battle.

She is the third one.

And it has been less than three years since they began to travel and spread the gospel of the Divine Emperor.

Almost one term a year.

The number of members in the order of nuns has also dropped sharply from 500 at the beginning to just over 100 now, and there have been several additions along the way.

They kept working hard, and when they were driven out of one area, they wandered to another. When they were caught up by civilians who were following the nuns' footsteps, they traveled back over mountains and rivers to resolve their demands for justice and fairness. However, it seemed that suffering would never leave or decrease on this land.

The undercurrents within the empire, the endless infighting in Bretonnia, the southern kingdoms disturbed by the greenskins, the eternal quarrels and divisions of the elves of Ulthun...

Along the way, Sister Helen has seen much, much more.

They have won, lost, been expelled, and faced hostility...but they have never changed their belief in "God-Emperor above - for Sigmar!"

The elder sister suddenly felt a little tired.

Sigmar seemed to have never paid attention to them or the Empire. If He really did so, then why did he allow the darkness and suffering in the Empire to run rampant and continue to grow?

Judging from their momentum and appearance, as well as the other side's brutal and bloody sacrifices, the Grand Sister would never think that this red and black army that suddenly rushed out to defeat the greenskins and save Viling would be believers of Sigmar or Myrmidia.

She was saved, but the benefactor was still... not their God-Emperor.

If he sees but is powerless to do anything, what is the point of worshipping his idol and chanting his name?

If he saw it and let it go, then...is he worth my death?

In just a short moment, countless questions and inquiries into her and her faith emerged in Sister Helen's mind.

When she came to her senses, she realized what terrible and blasphemous thoughts she had been thinking!

“No…No!”

Her face showed fear, her legs went weak and she almost fell down, her companions around her quickly helped the nun up.

The nun would not realize that just now, at the moment when her mind was wavering, two gods were taking special care of this brave mortal.

One symbolizes infinite wisdom, the other represents courage and glory.

The confusion and doubts in her heart about the past, as well as the unwillingness to accept the status quo hidden beneath her beliefs, were aroused and began to spread like poison in the minds of mortals.

But she hasn't really noticed it yet.

When the change of thoughts is silent and encounters the thunder and lightning of reality, degeneration, or sublimation, is born.

Al naturally didn’t know that his two mothers had prepared a new assistant for him. He just wanted to go into the city!

Enter the city!

Even though this is not Constantinople, not the Queen of Cities, he still has such a strong desire to enter the city!

I have been a tribesman in the forest for almost a year. Can't I go into the city and enjoy myself?

Al rode on the griffin's back again, smoothed out her mane that was stuck together by the blood, and rubbed her chin with his hand.

The commanders of the expeditionary force dismounted from their horses and walked down the slope to pay high respects to the Beast King. They also announced that they would enter the city immediately and asked the Weiling Council to welcome the arrival of the friendly tribal forces with the most solemn and grand ceremony.

El waved his hands, modestly saying that it was not necessary, and that he should do his best, but he was happy in his heart, fantasizing about recruiting talents, upgrading technology, developing the tribe, and building a foundation for hegemony... By the way, he could see if there were any beautiful young women with glamorous looks, gentle maids with big breasts, pretty country girls, or passionate big sisters...

......

?

You said there is no such thing in the Warhammer world?

What about Misha!

There are centaurs with half of the lustful and half of the angry attributes, as well as such obvious attributes as the Evil Fallen Paladin and the Defeated Knight, and yet you still say that we can't be lustful!

......

Then wait and wait.

The beastman army took a brief rest outside the city.

Al was getting a little impatient, and the blood bulls were digging the ground restlessly.

Wei Ling's envoys and the expeditionary cavalry arrived late.

The latter had a gloomy face. He looked up at Al riding on the back of the griffin, then gently urged the horse to run to the other side, and parted ways with the messengers.

Al was confused, and saw the messenger quickly dismounted, bent down, and bowed in one go.

The attitude is extremely sincere.

The language is very outrageous.

Using long paragraphs of flowery words, he listed: from the iron oath between the Empire and the Dwarves, to the close relationship between the Wood Elves and the Tree People, to the feat of all races uniting closely to fight against Chaos in the Great War, to the great kindness of the Elves and Tomb Kings in supporting the Southerners in their reconstruction, highlighting the fact that they could never repay the kindness and were willing to work like a slave for the Southerners.

Then he spat on Al's face.

The Weiling Council hopes to provide the tribe with a batch of supplies and goods as a reward and commission for the relief, and asks them to repair themselves outside the city (not into the city) and then go west to support Marus in the west. The implication is: I am very touched by your assistance, but you are a good person, and there are better people waiting for you...

Al laughed angrily.

literal meaning.

He laughed out loud in front of the Wei Ling messenger and the expeditionary force.

The beastmen felt the rage that had begun to burn in the chest of the Everchosen, and their fighting spirit began to rise again.

"The Estalians thought I was their mercenary?"

Al asked back, and before the messenger realized his mistake and opened his mouth to explain, he shouted angrily:

"I came here to practice friendship and fulfill the covenant, and the Weiling people dared to humiliate me here—the greenskins' knives are fast, and my sword is not sharp?!"

"Prepare to attack the city!"

The messenger fell to the ground with a thud.

The Blood Bull roared with excitement, and the Ragehorns were encouraged for another battle and victory.

Chapter 85: Threats and Parliament

Al was really angry at the calculations and plans of the Weiling people.

These Estalia people who were struggling to survive under the green tide would not really regard him as some simple and honest tribesman who could be played with words and deceived with words, right?

The guards holding halberds grabbed the messenger who kept begging for mercy and explaining, and threw him roughly onto the back of his uneasy mount, then poked him lightly on the buttocks. The mount, in pain, immediately ran towards Weiling.

Although the expeditionary knights who came with the Messenger of Wei Ling were very disappointed with the foolish behavior of the city council, they were also very unwilling to play the role that was somewhat "going along with the crowd" and carried the stigma of "deceiving allies."

But the expeditionary force is, after all, just a guest army. However, their current fate is closely related to the Estalia. In the previous battles, the expeditionary force and the tribe have established a preliminary friendship and mutual trust. Naturally, they do not want to see the two parties who should have been allies turn their swords against each other.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and shout loudly outside the protection circle of El's personal guards.

He explained that the expeditionary force was absolutely opposed to such a cruel practice. This was the opinion of a small group of xenophobic elements in the Weiling Parliament, not the intention of the Weiling people.

The expeditionary force hopes to maintain a good alliance relationship with the tribe.

Al did not comment, but did not expel the knights of the expeditionary force. He just asked them to leave in advance to avoid accidental injuries in the war.

Al was thinking:

Back then, the dwarves were so angry that they sent troops to destroy the Krieghof Fortress that the imperials hired them to build because they had not paid off the payment for two and a half coins. (In fact, when the dwarves went to collect the money they owed, the number was too small, and the elector thought they were joking or something, so he was very arrogant and angered the dwarves.)

Then I was deceived, fooled, and treated arrogantly.

Is it reasonable to level a city that treacherously exploited its allies and then abandoned them?

You can also create a tribe with an upright character who will avenge any grudges and keep his word.

The dwarves live in the mountains, the tribes live in the forests;

Dwarves bear grudges, and so do tribes;

The dwarves are good at forging, and the tribes are good at fighting;

The Dwarven Heavy Warriors are very capable, and the Horde's Wrathhorn Vanguards are also very capable;

Argument!

The number of strokes for the dwarf character is fifteen, and the number of strokes for the tribe character is twenty-two, so twenty-two plus one plus one minus four minus five also equals fifteen!

The beast dwarf theory is established!

In the future, you can make a name for yourself as the tall dwarf of the tribe!

Al's mind was wandering as the army deployed its troops.

Thanks to the greenskins' previous siege, the city defenses of Viling have been in tatters. From the outside, you can't even tell that this is a city with tens of thousands of residents.

After the greenskins withdrew, those garbage cannons powered by the magical waaaaagh energy basically disintegrated. However, the weapons left behind by a small group of pirates who were overturned by the beastmen were still barely usable.

By the way, Greenskin Aiel did not take any prisoners, but he did capture dozens of pirate prisoners, and will keep them to see if he can squeeze something out of them later.

However, those dozen or so cannons were not very useful, as Weiling's city defenses were almost gone. Even if they were intact, the bulls could still knock down the city walls.

What Al wants is not a massacre, he wants to maximize his own interests.