Warhammer

Obviously, the troops that were reinforcements just a moment ago suddenly turned their spearheads and aimed at them with great momentum, which caused a great psychological shock to the people of Weiling. The courage to fight to the death was relaxed after the battle, and it would not be so easy to raise it again.

The defenders still instinctively took up their weapons and went to their posts, but it was obvious that their morale and energy were far less than before.

People were talking everywhere, and a feeling of unease was spreading among the defenders and residents.

People don't understand why they have to fight another... less promising war the next moment after finally winning it.

The shaman riding on the big forest deer walked to the outside of Weiling City. Inside the gap, pairs of nervous eyes were looking at it.

The nun knelt on one knee and prayed to the Emperor of God, but as always, she received no response.

Her comrades were now serving as the front-line commanders, confronting the Shaman.

"People of the Weilings, my Lord has commanded me to pay tribute to your courage and determination. You fought to the death before the final moment." The shaman shouted in a muffled voice.

A nun responded in a deep voice: "Thank you for your praise, my friend. May the Emperor bless you and me. If you are here to help us, you should point your guns outwards!"

The shaman smashed the ground with his crutch, a vibration spread, and some rubble rolled down from the collapsed city wall.

It asked sharply: "Friend?"

"Before your shame was presented to my Lord, the tribe considered the Estalia as allies who could fight alongside us!"

"And you repay your so-called 'friends' who came across the wilderness and hills to help you with such arrogance and deception!"

The shaman's words caused a stir among the defenders. The discussion could no longer be suppressed. People communicated with each other and absorbed all the available information, including all the rumors, hearsay, and gossip.

"You have brought great disgrace upon the tribe and trampled upon the sacred covenant!"

The shaman raised his staff and ran the forest deer under his crotch outside the city, making sure that the sound could be heard by as many people as possible.

The nuns and commanders had to run in the city following the shaman's direction to ensure that they would not miss any key information.

"Then let's start the war, people of Weiling!" The shaman's words caused an uproar in the city. Many defenders nervously grasped their weapons. Some crossbows and muskets were quietly aimed at the shaman outside the city from the ruins and shadows.

"On the corpses of our enemies, on the ruins of your city, this is how you repay the tribe that helped you in such a despicable way!"

"Then be prepared to feel the wrath of the tribe for your betrayal!"

The shaman finally declared war, turned around and left on his big forest deer. The beastman army in the distance was already ready to go, and it was unknown when they would launch an attack.

As for why not just charge forward...

Of course Al did it on purpose.

We have to give people some buffer time.

The knights of the expeditionary army had already galloped back to the city, and as expected, they should have delivered the letter.

According to Al's idea, the people of Weiling are obviously incapable of facing another war. Even if he sends out the Blood Mother tanks... the Barbarian Bull can overturn the remaining city defense forces of Weiling, and then use the skulls of all the people in the city to build a huge Jingguan in the center of the city to sacrifice the Blood Mother... Uh, it doesn't seem right.

Now we have to see whether the idea of ​​treating Aiel like a mercenary and ordering him around is really the work of a few stubborn xenophobic elements as the knight said, or whether the whole city is mostly in agreement...

Suicide.

......

"I told you before that we should be vigilant, but at the same time treat these strange neighbors with kindness! Look at what you are doing now—they are planning to raze the Viling that was destroyed by the greenskins to the ground!"

The Speaker waved his golden cane, which made a continuous sound of breaking through the air.

The round table in front of the Speaker was filled with the core members of Wei Ling, most of whom were wealthy people with aristocratic status, as well as prominent figures among the middle class and civilians.

Many of them were still wearing armor and carrying weapons, and looked like they had just come down from the battlefield.

Everyone's expression was solemn, and many of them glared at the group that was being scolded by the Speaker.

"Partridge, this is your fault. You are fully responsible."

The Speaker put down his cane, laid it flat on the table, put away his anger, and said in a deep voice.

The leading man twitched his lips, looked gloomy, and said nothing.

Seeing that he did not refute, the Speaker stood up and proposed to the members: "We need a solemn and sincere delegation to meet with the Beast King of the tribe, explain the misunderstanding, and obtain his forgiveness."

No one objected.

He nodded and continued:

"Whether it's wealth or anything else, as long as they don't become our enemies, we can give them anything." Then he looked at the man and asked specifically, "Is that okay, Partridge?"

The man frowned and nodded reluctantly.

The Speaker retracted his gaze and continued, "Regarding the matter of Pina and Inara, it is best to maintain the previous statement. Wei Ling fully agrees and supports their demands, but the contract must be submitted to the Northern Parliament for declaration."

"Damn it!" The old, gray-haired Speaker cursed, "Without the guidance of the goddess, I have gone insane and actually condoned your actions!"

"I don't care what means you use to compensate and apologize. Even if those beasts want to sleep with your wives and daughters, you must send them to their army intact and beautiful!"

"I have lived long enough. I should have died in front of the goddess when the city fell, and left the secular world as a hero of the Estalia..." As he spoke, the Speaker looked around with an extremely sinister look, as if he was staring at a mortal enemy, and marked some of the participants with emphasis, saying hatefully:

"But if your shameful plot leads to the fall of Vering in a despicable and ridiculous manner, and becomes the laughing stock of the world, I am sure that I will keep you here forever before you open that 'door' and run to the Empire, Bretonnia, or anywhere else."

There was silence in the venue.

A heavily armored dwarf who was leaning against the gate and drinking beer burped loudly, diluting the suppressed mood in the meeting hall.

"Do it right away."

The Speaker let out a breath and signaled to everyone.

"Partridge...you guys stay here and keep me company while your men go and make the connection."

The man suddenly stood up, but under the stares and threats from most of the venue, he had to sit back down and lower his head. His companions around him also looked dejected and found their seats to sit down.

Even if this matter can be resolved, their wealth will most likely be greatly reduced, and some may even be demoted to a lower class.

The defenders, who already knew the truth and understood that they and Wei Ling were on the brink of destruction because of the foolish behavior of "a small group of people in the parliament", filed in and stood on both sides of the parliament, monitoring the many people left behind by the Speaker.

"Let us pray to the goddess here, and pray that her wisdom can guide Wei Ling."

Chapter 86: Disagreements, quarrels, I want them!

The nun rode on a horse, moving forward side by side with the female knight.

The news was first brought into the city by the angry expeditionary force and then quickly spread among the residents.

Because of the stupidity of the Weiling people, they faced the possibility of being destroyed along with this foreign city!

The shaman's angry accusations outside the city finally made the defenders know the reason. All those who had moral conscience and a need for faith and honor deeply despised this practice, and felt a great shame that it happened to themselves and their own city, as well as anger at being deceived and represented.

"Fuck them! The rich guys in the parliament, we are dying on the front line! They are using our lives as pawns in the rear!"

"Fuck the forests and mountains. If I'm going to die, I'm going to take a few of the Council's silverfish with me before I die!"

"Peace! Tell the tribe that the Weiling people want peace!"

The residents blocked both sides of the road, shouting all kinds of ideas to the new delegation, cursing and accusing the previous envoy and the person who ordered him to do such a stupid thing, but everyone had one common appeal:

Tell the tribe that the Weilings are not the enemy!

If the city defense army had not remained rational, the angry residents would have overturned the parliament. The Speaker seemed to have left behind Patrick and others to keep an eye on the situation, showing an attitude of destroying both sides in the end. In fact, he did not dare to show up in public again.

After all, he is the Speaker. Unless he nods, or at least tacitly approves, this kind of thing will not happen.

Under the urging of all parties and the public outcry, the chief nun of the order was elected to join the mission, responsible for fully representing the public opinion of the garrison.

The soldiers and residents shouted: "We have shed enough blood for the city and the kingdom. If the council does anything stupid again to anger the tribe, please let them distinguish who is willing to be their friend and who is the damn fool!"

People pleaded with the nun again, "Sister Helen, we trust you, just like we trust Sister Mirmidia. We fully authorize you to represent the opinions of the people of Vering. Please keep an eye on the fools in the parliament for us and convey our true voice!"

In this way, carrying the expectations of the vast majority of the people, the Sister Archbishop, along with two companions, picked up her war hammer, rode on her warhorse and joined the delegation.

Out of anger and distrust of the parliament, the expeditionary force also added its own envoys with a tough attitude. The entire envoy group had about thirty or forty people, including ten from the previous imperial expeditionary force, and half of them were from the previous 500 cavalry.

They were really afraid that they would be screwed by the inexplicable operations of the Weiling Council.

That would be too unfair.

Originally, the female knight did not join the mission, but ever since she came into contact with the tribe, she always felt a sense of déjà vu. Those suspicious red-skinned beasts were very similar to those she had seen before.

It’s just that the former are much more numerous.

And the Beast King, who rarely appeared and only glimpsed briefly in the previous battle, also made her feel familiar.

After coming out from Sister Theseus, Celestine always felt as if she was missing something, as if a very deep memory had been dug out, leaving behind an illusion, and even the memories before and after were a little hazy and unclear.

And Al didn't know that on the night he possessed the paladin, he was also participating in a blasphemous ceremony in a temple far outside the city of Bilbarri, completing a grand decadent pleasure.

He could see the commotion in the city from afar. The defenders focused their attention on the traitors and fools in the city, and their vigilance was relaxed and their defense was lax.

If he had needed to plan the siege to reduce casualties before, now he can just push forward. How can the militia, who have no fighting spirit and are exhausted, resist the beastmen army who are happy to hear about war and welcome war?

The appearance of the delegation was not unexpected to him, so he immediately ordered the beastmen to move and take a more aggressive stance, while at the same time he ordered the shaman to take his guards and ride on a big forest deer to meet the envoys.

On one side is the ruined city;

On one side is a mighty army;

On one side, the people are exhausted and the internal strife is constant, while on the other side, the people are full of energy and morale is high.

Representatives from both sides would meet on the plain path between the Legion and Villing.

As soon as they met, the shaman asked murderously: "Perfidious human, have you come here to surrender to the tribe?"

"In this case, my lord will still wait for you with mercy. We will raze Wei Ling as revenge, but those who do not resist can take their property and families and find their own way."

"This is the greatest mercy my Lord can show to the treacherous, but Viling must be destroyed."

The shaman kept silent after saying this, observing the visitor coldly.

The envoys had no choice but to send out eloquent people to explain the twists and turns and misunderstandings and ask to see the leader of the tribe.

The word "betrayal" emphasized by the shaman made many people in the delegation look unbearable and ashamed, which was also what Al specifically emphasized to it.

With these words, he constantly reinforced his identity as a victim, making the Weiling people feel guilty and ashamed, and then compensated them. After that, Al generously stood up and said:

Although you are blah blah, because we have a common enemy, the tribe can temporarily ignore your behavior, put aside past grudges and fight against the foreign enemy together.

In this case, the Estalia people might be less wary and resistant to him, making it easier to complete El's plan of integration.

Therefore, the victim's arch must be built firmly, but it cannot be too fierce and like a short pile of bricks, clinging to it tightly. In the final analysis, it is used to gain benefits, no matter whether these benefits are real or illusory.

The anger of both sides should be directed towards the so-called "small number of xenophobic diehards". A misunderstanding occurred, and in the end the truth came out that it was a group of saboteurs who caused trouble. The friendship was broken, the covenant continued, the people of Weiling protected their lives and property, and Al got what he wanted.

Win-win!

Then the boy saw Celestine and another female warrior with short white hair, holding a helmet and a resolute face riding towards them side by side.

bad thing!

The contact with the expeditionary force was so dull and uneventful that Al had almost forgotten the most crucial point!

Centaur!

The female knight may not know what the angry-horned beast means, but she will definitely remember Alina who almost killed her!

It just so happened that the Centaur was wearing a helmet and standing behind El.

Al thought that he was too young to be a threat to humans...

Well, he just wanted to COSplay.

The eternally chosen one has an extraordinary appearance, but the centaur holding a spear behind him is a hero!

Wearing a helmet...it shouldn't be visible?

Al looked at his adoptive mother.

Ma Niang's red pupils shrank, and she immediately understood what her adopted son wanted to say. She pawed her hind legs in annoyance, turned around and walked behind the guards.

Al felt a little guilty and felt that the Centaur was wronged. Given his adoptive mother's temperament, if the army was led by a Centaur woman, she would have already started building a memorial in the city with the heads of the rebels.

Then, through the mental link, the foster mother Ma Niang sent a message: "Come with me at night."

Elton felt his mouth go dry.

When he went out to fight, the only people around him were his foster mother and the boy, and the rest were his subordinates. He did bring some strong beastman maids with him to take care of his daily life.

Ma Niang chopped off a bunch of green-skinned heads as a way of venting her anger, but she was obviously not satisfied.

The adopted son needs to be comforted by another way, fighting outside the battlefield.

The current matter is to resolve this dispute.

Although the actual purpose is not to ask them for much compensation, the people of Weiling must pay a sufficient price, otherwise the lesson without pain will not be remembered for too long.