Warhammer

Al slapped his forehead.

Having stayed in the tribe for too long, his aesthetic sense has become somewhat distorted.

Now when I see a petite member of the opposite sex, I will pay attention to whether the other person has a cute short tail, rabbit ears, and furry paws.

When they see one of moderate size, they will stare at its hooves and observe the curve and color of its horns to see if it looks beautiful and whether it is suitable for use as a grabbing hand.

For larger species.....Currently he has only two species under his command: Centaurs and Minotaurs.

Needless to say, the female centaurs did not dare to get close to the boy, for fear of being seen by Alina. And perhaps for these female centaurs whose aesthetic sense was relatively normal among the centaurs, the size of the Eternal Chosen might be too "petite".

It doesn't matter if you worship him, dedicate yourself to him, or even die for him, but if you want to mate with him, that seems a bit weird.

Forget about the Minotaur.

They are real "bull-headed" people.

Regardless of gender.

However, El's eldest daughter, Misha Theseus, looks more like a human, but is larger in size.

And there are horns and ears.

And beautiful little hooves...

"shoot!"

Al slapped his thigh hard.

I warned myself to find a way as soon as possible to change my aesthetic taste.

He is very philanthropic and popular. Except for the overly weird XP, everyone else is more or less likable and acceptable.

It cannot be limited to Furui and others!

so---

......

The shamans took orders and left, taking two teams of angry-horned beasts with them. They could also help with tasks such as amputation, carrying corpses, and clearing ruins.

Al rubbed his hands.

Wearing the Cold Love and accompanied by the Angry Horn Guards, he wandered outside the camp, within the radiation range.

In order to prevent the tribe from feeling excluded by the Wei Ling people, the parliament mobilized people not to move out of the area where the tribe was stationed, so that the allies would not see that there was no human activity around and feel neglected.

So you can still see many residents of Weiling.

Al randomly found a guard who was lying on the rubble, drinking and chatting with his companions.

The latter saw Al coming with his guards, and stood up hurriedly, raised his hand, but didn't know whether it was a salute or something, and it just hung in the air.

"Hey."

Al took the initiative to greet him and was very enthusiastic.

Most children educated by Renlian will have some enthusiasm skills. After all, they live in a very harmonious and united world.

"Is there a place like... um, I mean, is there a tavern or something like that in this city?"

Chapter 90: Who in the world doesn’t know how to mix?

Disappointed, very disappointed.

Al was surrounded by guards and led by two brave men to the legendary "Tavern in the Fantasy World".

A cleared space barely wide enough for people to sit on without hurting their butts.

There are dozens of tables and stools of different heights.

Groups of people gathered here to drink and chat.

Mostly men.

Even the person in charge of serving wine was a limping old man.

There were only two strong women with waists much wider than Al's, wearing aprons and headscarves, sitting together. One of them was crying, and the other was patting her back to comfort her.

With the arrival of Al and his group, everyone stopped what they were doing and stood up. After being surprised, the brave ones took off their hats and saluted Al.

Everyone in the field followed suit, even the crying woman put down her arms that were used to wipe her tears and thanked Al.

"My son died in the battle, but thanks to your help, my husband and I are able to survive." She mustered up the courage to speak loudly. Al nodded, not knowing whether the woman could see it or not.

As expected, I came to save the people from danger!

He sighed in his heart and complained:

There is no mature and mysterious tavern proprietress;

There are no sexy and pretty host bunnies;

There is no wild and fit female adventure captain;

Gan!

It's basically a simple, real "tavern".

It should be said that there is not even a hall, just an open-air bar.

Of course, El also knew that his fantasy was too unrealistic. Reality was not a fantasy novel. Even if there were such outrageous things as traveling through time to the medieval world, and El was born with four goddess mothers who asked him to save the world, and he was born with a Centaur mother who liked boys, to use the Internet language of the early 21st century: things that exuded a strong sense of otaku happened.

He didn't think it would be so outrageous.

He waved to everyone, turned around and left, not intending to disturb the Weiling people from using alcohol to release the physical and mental stress.

Then a group of white hairs suddenly appeared in front of Al.

The leader was tall and strong, with a determined gaze and a resolute yet beautiful face!

At first glance, it is the best among white-haired ones!

Especially the war hammer hanging around her waist, which is an unparalleled powerful unique skill!

The supreme military force that can make heretics and enemies of humanity face the Divine Emperor and the Four Gods on the spot!

Al instantly recalled the dream he once had!

He was severely judged by the bald witch hunter imperial general, who burned him all over with sacred fire.

Then fear came over me.

"It's a wave!"

When Boss Cao went to visit the widow, at least he had powerful generals like Dian Wei and Cao Anmin by his side. Al had only twenty guards by his side, and he didn't even bring the Blessed Bull because it was too ostentatious. Ma Niang stayed in the camp to wash and rest because of her filial piety.

He couldn't even shout, "Where is my mother Alina!"

Being surrounded by the Sisters of Battle, they will be defeated and captured next;

He was caught in the dungeon, handcuffed and chained, naked, surrounded by several white-haired big sisters, who whipped him severely with whips... and tortured him with all kinds of means until his body was covered with wounds, he was on the verge of collapse, his tongue was sticking out, his speech was slurred, and tears were streaming down his face!

Forced to admit the guilt of being a chaos element!

Then, he was taken to the downtown area of ​​Aldorf, where he was put on a public trial in broad daylight under the watchful eyes of the public, and was treated like the Joan of Arc of Earth!

Al was scared, thinking about which way to run to get back to the camp faster if a fight broke out, or whether he could hold on until the horse girl and the others came to help. The Sigma Sisters stopped in the distance, outside a safe alert range.

The leading nun walked forward alone.

It seems that he is not here to stop people and start a fight.

Once again, Al pushed away the messy thoughts in his mind and straightened his face (it couldn't be seen because of the mask).

"You are the previous messenger. I remember you."

El took the initiative to speak, and before the nun stopped, he added: "I heard that you were very brave in the battle, and so were your companions... The tribe respects the brave, regardless of whether they win or not."

The nun walked not far in front of him, with a few guards in between. Al felt that this seemed a bit timid, but he was aware of his own level. Unless the Four Mothers gave him some cheats, it would be impossible for him to kill the enemy with a sliding tackle at this stage.

So be steady.

Although it's been a bit rough today.

The nun did not act as Al had imagined in his worst fantasy. She suddenly jumped up, swung her hammer and roared, "Sigma!" She rushed straight towards Al, making unstoppable progress all the way, then captured the little boy, carried the trophy on her shoulders and went home.

The thought of such a horrible future is chilling.

Al wished that the horse girl was on the left, the bull was on the right, and the griffin was at the bottom, so that he could set up his formation in a swaggering manner and invite the visitor to come forward for a detailed discussion.

Sister Helen stood five steps away from the farthest guard. At this distance, if the Angry Horn Guards swung their greatswords forward, the nun would already be within the attack range.

The Angry Horn Guards did become alert, with hot air coming out of their nostrils, their pupils shrinking slightly, and their claws holding the sword beginning to exert force, waiting for the opponent to move unusually or for an order to be given, so that they could sacrifice blood to the Blood Mother.

Who would have thought that the nun would stand there, motionless, her eyes passing over the guards and staring at Al.

The boy looked a little scared.

I haven't heard that Sister Sigma has the same habits as the nuns and priests on Earth.

Only then did he notice that the nun's eyes were a little red, and her golden-red pupils looked sacred and majestic, yet also charming.

The elder sister stood there, seemingly unaware of the stagnant atmosphere in the air. She only looked at Al. After a while, she lowered her head slightly and said, "I hope to follow you."

Al thought he had heard wrongly.

"?"

"I wish to follow you and your legion, along with my companions."

The elder sister repeated it, using honorifics.

"Why?" Al asked back:

"You are followers of Sigmar. The tribe respects the God-Emperor of the Empire, but we will always respect the faith of the Four Mothers."

The elder sister reached out and grasped the warhammer. This action made the guards more nervous. They felt a huge pressure from this human woman, just like facing...

She took off the warhammer, then bent down and gently placed it on the stone slab beside her.

He spread his hands to indicate that he was not a threat, then slowly walked towards Al.

Al hesitated for only a moment before deciding, "Let her come over.....but don't get too close, I can't trust you."

The nun walked in front of El, and about ten steps away, the path they came from had been reoccupied by the guards. She was alone, without any weapons, deep in the midst of a group of terrifying beasts.

At least her courage is commendable.

As to whether it is stupid or not, we will have to wait and see.

"I have always...or have always believed that I was fighting for Sigmar, the Empire, and my people." She spoke softly, and the voice reached Al's ears. The boy frowned, not knowing what the nun meant.

“When I discovered that the so-called sacred doctrines and sacred traditions had become corrupted and that this was precisely the source of suffering for the people, I chose to abandon the outdated beliefs.”

"Following a great lover who gives everyone the courage to change reality and resist darkness."

Al's palms tightened.

The nun continued to walk forward, now within the boy's sight, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"Skull Offering Throne..." The elder sister walked up to the boy. No guards stopped her. They felt an extremely familiar and awe-inspiring aura from her.

She placed her hands on the boy's shoulders, leaned over, and whispered in his ear: "Blood sacrifice to the Blood Mother."

Chapter 91: Al: My Dream

For a moment, Al felt that the nun was cheating him.

Once he nodded in agreement, his identity as a Chaos follower would be exposed.

The nun immediately shouted: All evil will be brought to justice!

Then he took out a warhammer from his armor, or simply split the boy's head with his strong hands, turning him into a Melodrama.

But the aura of the elder sister was so obvious and strong.

El could even see a vague shadow of a giant god in it. The blood-red in its eyes was flooding the entire world, but it was a unique mark of El's mother.

"So.....where are your companions?"

El asked back softly. The elder sister gave him a little sense of oppression. Being in front of her was not like being in front of the centaur girl. What he felt was an indescribable sense of security.

The elder sister lowered her head, her hair falling on the boy's mask.