Warhammer

The sight of Al riding a griffin really made many envious envious people, such as the Imperials, especially the Imperials.

What warrior from the Empire wouldn't want a noble and dangerous beast as a companion?

Skulls, warhammers, griffins, and double-tailed comets.

These four totems are the most widespread and irreplaceable in the entire empire.

Compared with the beasts sitting down and the murderous guards around, especially those three-meter-tall terrifying bulls, Al sitting on the back of the griffin looked inconspicuous.

His body was too small compared to the beast under his crotch. Even with armor on, it could barely reach the height of an adult male's chest. If he bent down and pressed against the griffin's back, he would be almost invisible from a distance.

But as long as the messengers are not blind, they can tell who is the leader here from his position, attitude, momentum and so on.

The envoys from the expeditionary force took the lead and broke the awkwardness.

The knights dismounted, drew their swords, and thrust their blades into the ground in an atmosphere that suddenly became more tense. They placed their right hands on their chests and knelt on one knee to salute El on the hillside.

"I would like to express my highest respect and gratitude for the tribe's assistance. You have saved a city and tens of thousands of human residents in the city."

The envoys sent out various greetings, including Sister Helen, who was caught in a battle between heaven and man and had a splitting headache due to problems with faith. She put down her war hammer and shouted to Al: "Sigmar bless you and me."

Al thought that it was probably impossible for him to be blessed. It would be enough if the old man didn't call me and kill me.

However, according to the tradition of the End of Time, Al may have to personally lead the army to the north in the future to rescue Sigmar's empire and his descendants. (Sigmar is probably a virgin god)

It won’t be too late to bless you then.

Maybe even an electoral seat:

The Elector of the South, El Everchosen.

It sounds very interesting.

The Empire claimed it.

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As Al was thinking, he did not delay his work in reality. He deliberately lowered his voice and spoke in a muffled voice.

"After such betrayal and humiliation, I thought."

"Weiling is no longer qualified to be an ally of the tribe. I cannot leave the backs of my people to those with ulterior motives, because I don't know when they will sell me and my tribe out to the enemy."

The elder sister temporarily suppressed her chaotic thoughts and walked forward. She left her war hammer on her mount and walked with her hands empty to indicate that she was not a threat.

"I was asked and commissioned by the people of Weiling to come and meet the leader of the reinforcements that saved the city and convey their true voice."

Al raised his chin at her, motioning for her to continue.

Mature women can always hit the spot for boys, especially when they are short-haired nun warriors.

The elder sister glanced at the silent parliamentary envoys and said in a serious tone: "The vast majority of people, at least from what I have seen, are eager to form a solid alliance with a powerful and trustworthy force like the tribe. The people of Weiling are willing to give everything they have to express their gratitude, although that is not enough to repay your kindness to this city."

"The people of Weiling were completely unaware of the Council's previous offenses against the tribe!"

"If it is your will to seek revenge and punish such humiliation, then please distinguish right from wrong and identify the innocent."

The envoys of the parliament became anxious, so they came before the tribe, slid to their knees, and distanced themselves from the matter, leaving only themselves.

Al smiled solemnly and said:

"I have always loved and pitied all intelligent life. You are no different from us."

"Aren't a tribesman and a Vling both part of the land of Estalia? We all have wisdom and civilization, and most importantly, we all have a common enemy - the greenskins!"

"As long as the people of Weiling are truly unaware of what happened before and do not agree with it, then I can forgive you, but the alliance still needs to be reconsidered."

"As for our friends in the Empire, we have fought side by side before, so I trust you. Please don't worry. This also applies to those who joined the tribe in the 500-man cavalry to attack the greenskins before."

Al put on a high attitude, got off the griffin, patted his butt and sat on the sunny side of the slope, turning his attention to the last group of people.

"Now, then, I want to know the fraud, the arrogance -- the humiliation!"

“From whom!”

The words of the Eternal Chosen seemed to carry a terrible magic that tore the mental defenses of those with ulterior motives to pieces, especially the messengers of the parliament.

The elder nun, who was standing on one side with the Knight Ji and watching the whole scene, suddenly turned pale, and chaotic thoughts continued to fight in her mind.

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The parliamentary messenger stammered.

Al listened to the conditions offered by the other party, his face expressionless, and he was thinking in his mind.

The biological mother kept secretly watching the boy from time to time.

......

The envoys all went back. The expeditionary force originally wanted to leave a few people as permanent envoys to facilitate communication with the tribe, but was declined by El.

It was as if there were a hundred thousand green skins waaaaagh in the elder sister's head. Her perception of the outside world was extremely dull, and it was difficult for her to concentrate on doing anything.

Al has almost got what he wanted. As long as the Weiling people do as he is told next, his initial plan will be almost successful.

But this time, Al's patience won't last long.

The shaman gave a specific warning when he saw the messengers off, of course, it was directed at the messengers from the parliament.

"The forgiveness of my Lord has been given to you, but remember that this forgiveness is only once."

“Don’t betray the tribe’s trust again.”

It did not say what the consequences would be, but the messengers all knew it.

If that happens, these beasts that have begun to station and repair in the wild will not be limited to the deterrent gestures they have made before, but will actually use swords to measure the density of the flesh and blood of the Weiling people.

The messengers who entered the city were greeted by both the garrison and the inhabitants, and in Viling it was now difficult to distinguish between the two.

Strictly speaking, it would be more accurate to say that the welcoming lining the streets was an interrogation.

Despite the expressions on their faces when they returned and the relaxed atmosphere among the beastmen in the distance, as well as the messengers' repeated emphasis that there would be no war, the tribe and Viling had reached a treaty.

But the people of Wei Ling, who were extremely nervous and on the brink of collapse, would not listen to the explanations of the parliament envoys. They only cursed the stupidity of the parliament and asked about the purpose of the tribe and whether they would launch an attack.

The envoys were even more exhausted physically and mentally. The expeditionary force had anticipated this and deliberately lagged behind, allowing the parliamentary envoys to enter the city first to attract firepower, and then enter. Even so, they were inevitably surrounded by residents and questioned: "Peace? Peace!"

Everyone has experienced destruction, and everyone fears destruction.

If someone were to raise their arms and shout, "Congressman XXX is the instigator of war. It was he who instructed the envoy to impose humiliating conditions on the tribe, causing them to decide to attack Weiling and raze this place to the ground!"

Then there would surely be many defenders who were so nervous that they were close to madness and would follow him, and capture the congressman and hang him before the enemy attacked, or even during the attack.

This situation did not change until the High Sister, under Celestine's persuasion, was surrounded by the crowd and walked to a high place. She calmed her mind, dispelled the messy thoughts in her head, and loudly announced to everyone the agreement reached between the envoys and the tribe. Although Helen's thoughts were in a mess at the time and she did not listen carefully, in the final analysis,

"It's peace!"

People cheered, hugged each other, and shouted, "Peace!"

"Peace!"

"Thank Goddess for giving us life!"

As the word "peace" was chanted countless times, the atmosphere in the city was suddenly freed from the madness suppressed by the previous despair.

Cheers and celebrations were like endless waves, surging back and forth in the small lake of Weiling. Everyone prayed sincerely to the gods or powers of all faiths, and loved and were grateful to everyone around them.

The elder sister was rushed up by the fanatical defenders and pushed into the sky. People shouted: "Helen! Helen! Sister of Sigmar!" and carried her around the streets, turning the elder sister into the carrier of victory and peace.

She turned her head in a daze and saw the female knight holding the hilt of the sword, with her long golden hair falling down, smiling at her.

The elder sister had never experienced this feeling before, being loved and close to people from the bottom of their hearts.

In the past, even when she helped landless farmers get their land back, helped rioting workers occupy factories, and even saved lives from the knives of thugs and robbers, she had never received such enthusiastic cheers.

Commoners revered her because she actually defended their interests and protected their lives;

The powerful fear her for her hammer, her armor, and her devotion to the God-Emperor that even the Archbishops are forbidden to recognize;

She had protected and saved countless lives and livelihoods, just like she protected Wei Ling, but she had never been treated so joyfully.

Obviously, the emotions should be equally strong, but there always seems to be some barrier.

Looking at those faces cheering with genuine enthusiasm and without any falseness, they are so enthusiastic and excited. If such emotions were brought into daily life...

If a peasant dared to take up a dung fork to rebel against the nobles, he would undoubtedly be whipped, sentenced to hard labor, or even hanged.

If a worker dares to go on strike, destroy machines, and use radical means to demand unpaid wages and medical subsidies, then arrest, compensation, and exile await him.

But if all people had such enthusiasm, they would resist tyranny and injustice internally and resist evil externally and fight to the death.

Would there still be so much suffering and evil?

Everyone says no to injustice, and everyone dares to draw their swords against the oppressors...

Wouldn't such a world be better than the empire that has been sailing for thousands of years under the rule of aristocracy, old customs, and corruption of money...

The nun fell into a trance. So, what went wrong?

Cheers...excitement...emotions!

dogma!

It's dogma!

The doctrine of the Divine Emperor!

Dogma of faith!

It binds people and binds their emotions!

Bound all living beings!

Helen was terrified!

She thought of a sermon by a priest of Sigmar that she had seen when she was very young, the eldest daughter of a declining noble family.

The other party was wearing an exquisite robe inlaid with gold patterns, holding a sacred instrument, dressed solemnly and majestically, standing on a high platform. Below were farmers and workers in tattered clothes, forming a sharp contrast between the two.

It's like two different worlds.

Most of the people who listened to the sermon had served in the military. Due to financial problems within the empire, they were owed nearly a year's salary, so they gathered together to petition. The local bureaucrats did not drive them away by force, but instead invited a highly respected bishop who was highly praised for his piety.

The latter personally walked into the crowd, climbed onto the platform, and preached to everyone. What followed turned into a sacred and solemn sermon, and everything in the world seemed insignificant before faith.

Salary issue?

Dissatisfied with the Empire?

God, how can such a question be raised in such a sacred occasion!

The bishop taught people that piety, patience, and learning to endure and transform suffering are virtues that Sigmar's people have always possessed. He also made a critical gesture, specifically pointing out a few people and questioning whether their previous actions were unfaithful to their beliefs and to Sigmar's mortal kingdom.

The person who was called out lowered his head in shame and asked the bishop for forgiveness.

The bishop comforted them and sincerely told everyone about the difficulties the empire was currently facing. Every member of the empire should unite more closely at this time and gather together. They should not be loose because a trivial salary issue would shake their faith in the Emperor.

The people who came to ask for their wages left and returned to their hometowns, and the bishop became famous because of this sermon.

As for the things that are owed and should have belonged to them, who knows.

Bishops could still spend huge amounts of money on a blessing ceremony, nobles still lived a life of debauchery, factory owners and their entire families were competing to see whose clothes and utensils were the most gorgeous and stylish, and every year a large amount of luxury goods from all over the world flowed into the empire through Marion.

Financial problems?

Could any problem be difficult for the descendants of chiefs and heroes (referring to the bloodlines of the tribal leaders when Sigmar established the empire)?

The nun seemed to be about to touch upon the key to a problem, but a gunshot broke her thoughts.

A flower of blood exploded in her abdomen, and the pain took a few seconds to spread from the wound.

Helen subconsciously covered the wound, from which pure, precious human blood was flowing.

At first people did not notice this because the huge waves of cheering were too noisy, until a few children shouted at the top of their lungs: "The nun is hurt! The nun is bleeding!" People came to their senses and discovered with horror that Helen's abdomen was pierced by a musket in a relatively weak part.

So people hurriedly put the nun down and looked for a doctor in a panic. Those on the periphery couldn't squeeze in and couldn't see the situation, so they angrily began to search for the source of the assassin.

I don’t know what the gunman was thinking, but he was caught while trying clumsily to climb over the alley with a musket on his back with the muzzle still hot.

Very stupid, catching the person red-handed.

Even if he threw away his gun and pretended nothing had happened and blended into the crowd, he might be able to hide.

Under the rain of punches and spit, the gunman quickly confessed.

The gunman wailed weakly, "It was the steward under Patrick Rio, the boss of the 'Velling Sword and Shield' Chamber of Commerce, the one-eyed old scar, who asked me to do it."