Warhammer

The corners of her mouth curled up into a mocking smile again, "But I said, if you fight against those bastard beasts and fail, it is better to die in battle than to be captured."

Rhine's eyes suddenly sank and his expression became sinister and terrifying. The wood elf said, "If the person you're looking for is still alive after half a year, she must be the mother of countless beast cubs." The words turned in his throat and then were retracted.

Rhine's anger was not directed at the female elf. He was always very tolerant towards people who were useful to him, especially those with special identities. However, when he thought of the blasphemous, tragic and terrible experience described by the wood elf, his chest ached.

Celestine...Jilia, what a brilliant, glorious person.

If fate really plays such a trick on you, what should I do?

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Several angry-horned beasts holding giant swords and axes slowly formed a circle to surround the woman. Al couldn't help but worry for her and himself.

Fortunately, the light disappeared quickly, as if it was just a flash in the pan. The angry-horned beast waited restlessly for a while, and when there were no other abnormalities, it slowly dispersed into the previous circle.

Al, who was unable to stop panicking, only thought about the woman horse coming back quickly, and had no time to notice that on the top of the tree behind him, there was a three-eyed bird with cyan-gold tail feathers staring at the scene below without blinking. It suddenly pecked at its feathers, flapped its wings and flew away, making a "prophecy! prophecy" sound as it flew away.

When Al heard the sound, he turned his head to look, but he only saw a noise at the treetops, as if a bird was flying away. He didn't notice anything unusual, but he felt very uneasy, so he propped himself up and looked around.

However, good luck seemed to have never favored Al since he killed the Beast King alone. A sound of breaking air came from the forest and shot towards an angry-horned beast, followed by several more whooshing sounds.

He subconsciously held his head and hunched over, then walked along the fence in the other direction.

The angry-horned beasts were hit by arrows one after another, some in the arms and thighs, some in the chest, none of the injuries were fatal, only one guy was hit in the head by an arrow and fell to the ground.

Their eyes were red, they let out deafening roars, and looked in the direction of the attack.

Several masked figures hid in the trees, ready to draw their bows and arrows to launch a second round of attack.

A masked figure with a curvy figure uttered a clear female voice: "Over there!"

The five furry claws that looked like both human and beast pointed at Al who was lowering his head, and his companions all aimed at the boy who was running with his butt sticking up.

"careful!"

A flying axe spun and hit a masked man hard in the chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards. He hit the tree trunk with a bang, and the whole tree shook and leaves fell everywhere.

"Oro!"

The female figure cried out in sorrow, jumped off the branch, and nimbly stepped on the fence to chase forward. While running on the narrow fence, she still concentrated on putting the arrow on the bowstring.

"call!"

This time a long sword flew towards her and she had to jump away to avoid it. El couldn't see what was happening behind her and could only hear some sounds, so she instinctively ran for her life.

The angry-horned beasts rushed forward with howls, and their companions could only jump down from the branches to provide support. She looked at this scene and lamented in her heart that she had lost the best opportunity.

She couldn't help but feel angry.

"Oro! Why did you alert the enemy?"

The situation shouldn't have been like this. They had plenty of time to find the Son of God's Grace and wait for their opportunity to act.

But the figure who was hit by a flying axe, with a large dent in his chest and obviously dead, never had the chance to answer her questions.

He fell from the tree and took off his mask, revealing his abnormally rosy cheeks. His sharp canine teeth and wolf ears indicated that he was a "wolf pack".

There was only a thick white in Oro's pupils, and blood was spreading inside. He could not see anything, but he could sense everything.

He sensed every beat of his companions' hearts, the flow of blood in their bodies, the vibration of the long swords cutting through the air, the fragrance of the soil, the growth of flowers and plants. He felt so much...

A strange and mysterious smile slowly emerged on Oro's face, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he used up his last bit of strength to bid farewell to the world.

"prophecy!"

Chapter 9: I won't fall for the same thing twice! Twice!

The Wrathhorns quickly confronted the attackers. Although these alienated Wrathhorns that believed in the Blood Mother were not as furious and bloodthirsty as the previous Wrathhorns that worshipped Khorne, they were just as passionate about fighting and fearless of death.

Especially when they are not driven by the desire for destruction or killing, their offensive is not simply, crude, and straightforward. Instead, it reveals a level of combat intelligence that is inconsistent with the average of Chaos Beastmen (except Tzeentch).

Fortunately, they were all the best of the young generation in the tribe. The leader, a bunny girl who had taken off her mask to reveal her cute, rosy face and a pair of slender ears, used her agile steps and skills to shuttle back and forth among the angry-horned beasts with her slender body. The two short knives flew up and down nimbly, deflecting the long swords and axes, and occasionally leaving a few blood marks on the angry-horned beasts.

She, alone with just a rabbit, was able to hold back nearly three angry-horned beasts!

"Hold them! I'm going to find the Son of Evil!"

The rabbit lady used her short knife to parry again, then deflected an angry horn beast's axe, and took the time to shout to her companions. Then she was hit hard by the angry horn beast's axe handle, her face turned pale, and she tried her best to dodge backwards and hurriedly left the battlefield.

Without even having time to catch his breath, he turned around quickly and forced himself to rush inside.

Seeing this, the companions increased their efforts, trying desperately to slow down the angry-horned beast's return speed.

Al, who had just soloed the Beastmaster a few hours ago, was only focused on running away, shouting the name of the Blood Mother in his heart.

Where is the Blood Mother? Is the Blood Mother here? Blood Mother, save her!

He covered his head and just ran, not even knowing which direction he was running.

"He's caught up, he's about to catch up!"

The bunny girl behind him was chasing him relentlessly, her long ears standing up high in the wind, her pair of ruby-like eyes sparkling with excitement.

The bow and quiver had been thrown aside in the previous battle, and a short knife had also fallen. She could only use her last... No! The last hope was her own teeth and claws!

The bunny girl's face flushed abnormally. The blow she just received caused her considerable damage, and now she was just dragging her body to fight to the end.

"what!"

Al stumbled again and landed heavily on the ground.

Why the hell do I always fall down every time a woman chases me?

Al cursed inwardly.

good chance!

The rabbit girl's eyes lit up, and she pushed hard with her feet and flew forward!

The flexible body reveals a graceful arc.

A flying axe hit the rabbit girl's back first.

"puff!"

The rabbit girl spat out a mouthful of blood, spraying half of Al's back as he fell to the ground, and his body fell to one side.

She dragged herself and squirmed on the ground, holding the dagger and throwing it at Al. The dagger pierced the boy's thigh crookedly. Seeing that this last hopeful blow did not succeed, the last of her strength faded away, her hand loosened, and she fainted.

Al took a deep breath and looked at his good brother the angry-horned beast who had made such a great contribution, his eyes sparkling.

I will never curse the puppet army or weirdos again!

There were some footsteps behind him, and Al's expression froze.

He slowly raised his head and looked into the eyes of Celestine, who had a complicated expression on her face and a shining dagger in her hand.

Being chased and hacked with a knife by my own mother, twice within half a day!

no way!

Al turned over and tried to break out in another direction, but Celestine just stood there without any further action, which made the boy's actions look awkward and funny. He chose to run in the opposite direction of the bunny girl, and after running a few steps, he realized something was wrong. He took the time to look back and found that the woman was standing there in a daze.

I couldn't help but slowly stop.

"She doesn't want to kill me anymore?!"

“She accepted me!”

"She likes me!"

"Mom, I'm hungry!"

The momentary attack, psychological fluctuations and leaps of association did not make Al go crazy to the point of running over to hug the female knight's thighs. He suppressed the slight excitement in his heart and remained wary of women.

At least it's a good start...bullshit.

The angry-horned beast that had launched a surprise attack chased after them. Originally, it wanted to chop off the rabbit girl's head, but the latter had already fainted. Only Celestine was standing in front of it with a weapon, which made the angry-horned beast feel threatened.

It growled and signaled the woman to retreat. It knew that the woman was not an enemy yet, not yet, but it could not expect the beastmen, especially creatures like the Wrathhorn, to show any favor to it.

But she misunderstood the growl. Celestine thought it was a sign of the Wrathhorn's attack and took a step forward, taking a defensive stance. Even though she knew, her faith and the dignity that still stood after being tortured and destroyed in the past six months would not allow her to retreat in the face of the followers of Chaos.

The angry-horned beast ignored the remaining rationality it had and only understood that this woman had challenged it to a fight!

It picked up the axe and rushed forward!

Everything happened in a flash, and Al, who was watching, only had time to shout "stop, stop, stop" to stop it.

The angry horned beast attacked!

Celestine dodged with agility that was impossible for a pregnant woman who had just given birth, and even bent down to avoid the angry-horned beast's tail swing and the axe's spinning back.

Her dagger stabbed from top to bottom, taking advantage of the angry-horned beast's moment of complete loss of attack and defense and piercing the beast's neck.

The angry horned beast fell!

Seeing his good brother who had just saved his life being stabbed to death by his own mother, Al felt mixed emotions.

He wanted to be angry, but found that he couldn't, especially when he saw Celestine pull the dagger out of the dead angry-horned beast's neck, blood dripping from the tip of the sword, and then the woman turned her head and looked at Al with a complicated expression.

Don’t be angry, don’t be angry.

The boy was afraid that the woman would regret it after a while, catch up with him and kill him, and then retreat.

Alina wasn't here this time, and Al felt that if his mother really wanted to kill him, he would probably be in trouble.

Speaking of which, just as he was thinking about the broad chest and strong arms of the woman and horse, a thunderous roar came from a distance, and then a red and swift figure like the wind descended from the sky like a god and leaped into the venue.

The woman horse swung the huge hammer and smashed it to the ground, making a deafening noise and the earth shook.

Al covered his ears and squatted down.

The rabbit girl fell to the ground and vomited blood again while she was unconscious.

The fiery centaur held the giant hammer horizontally in front of him, with a stern face, gritting his teeth, and filled with rage.

He looked around and found that Al was fine, so he passed it by. He looked at the dead body of the angry-horned beast at the woman's feet with a slightly stern look. He glanced at the woman and found that she was standing there as if in a daze, so he turned his gaze back to the group of attackers fighting with the angry-horned beast.

"This is your plan, isn't it, followers of the Shepherd of All Things."

Alina spoke word by word, clenching her hand around the hammer.

A group of beastmen wearing grass cloaks and crowns woven with branches arrived late. Among them were minotaurs that had degenerated from minotaurs, sheepmen, rabbitmen, and even a troll with smart eyes.

A group of beastman leaders or shamans who also looked like elite monsters joined the battle with bitter expressions on their faces. However, their purpose was to force back the angry-horned beasts and bring the attackers back.

"I swear as a follower of the Shepherd of All Things: I, Thrall Greenleaf, had no idea of ​​what they were doing before."

The leader, a beastman with three large curved horns on his head and various animal features, held a stone staff and raised his hands to indicate that he was not a threat. He calmly walked through the encirclement of the angry-horned beasts and into the fence.

"The powerful and brave son of thunder and fire, Alina Crusher."

The woman grinned, and white air came out from the corners of her lips.

A powerful feeling of oppression enveloped the hearts of everyone present. It seemed as if a giant dragon's heart was beating in the woman's chest, eager to provoke the killing and fighting she longed for.

Chapter 10: Alina's Past, Bunny Girl Xia Lulu

"I'm going to use your skulls as bowls!"

"Pull out your spine and strangle your glory"

"Crush every bone of the coward!"

The woman horse held the huge hammer in one hand and pawed the ground restlessly with her four hooves. As she walked, the ground was shaking slightly.

Listening to Alina spinning in place and spitting out sweet words, Al suddenly felt that a woman's angry side was quite cute. However, the group of beastmen opposite him felt as if they were trapped in an ice cellar, with their hair all over their bodies and their hands and feet cold in the hot summer.

In the hearts of this group of beasts who are at peace with the world and worship the harmonious natural way of the shepherd god of all things, Alina is not a beautiful horse that makes the cart party and the non-human party ecstatic.

A centaur who was famous for being restless and irritable since childhood, but also had extraordinary talents. Even centaurs of the same age or even a few years older than her could not suppress her. When she was about to become an adult, the centaur chieftain, who could not bear to see this little centaur running around and fighting all day, planned to marry Alina to make it easier to discipline her. But on the same day, Alina took away his spear and killed him in a challenge.

Later, in the war with the forest goblins, she frightened a large number of fellow tribesmen with her brutality. She liked to take away the enemy's resistance and then cruelly kill the enemy by trampling on their skulls and spines, no matter if they were trolls, big guys, or small goblins.

The members of the tribe believed that Alina's brutal behavior and bloodthirsty nature would cause her to fall into Chaos and become a member of Khorne. The female horse left the tribe with disdain, and it was said that she ran away to the human world. Then, less than half a year ago, she suddenly returned to the tribe and ran to the Beast King. It was a pity that such a beautiful mare did not fall into Khorne but into Slaanesh. However, Alina was not at all restless on Zarkon's side.

The giant hammer that came from nowhere smashed more than a dozen evil-horned beasts into meat scraps that day. Even Zaken didn't dare to hit on women and horses after seeing it, so he became nicer to the weak ones in the tribe, such as the sheep girls and rabbit girls.

This is a cruel person who treats enemies as well as her own people. Strictly speaking, the centaur seems to have no one of her own. If Zaken wants to perform a blood sacrifice to cleanse the tribe, the shaman can still shout "Purge the chaos for all nature!" and rush out with the minotaurs and wolves. If it is a centaur like this, whose strength is unfathomable, at least only the best warriors in the tribe can barely match her. The shaman will have to consider whether to ask the shepherd god to call a few chosen ones.

"It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! It's our fault."

The horned orc shaman Thrall bent his waist and forced a flattering smile on his old face.