Warhammer

"On my path, the obstacles are nothing more than the most critical ones: racial exclusion, religious beliefs, conflicts of customs, and so on. Besides, I am not afraid of the opposition of the old vested interests such as nobles and wealthy businessmen, the teachings of the goddess of war, or the intervention army sent by the emperor of the empire and those courts."

Of course, if the high-elites sent a star dragon fleet, Ai'er would still be timid.

But of course one has to sound tough when saying this, leaving the new subordinates with the impression that he is unfathomable and powerful.

Although I am short, my ambition is to conquer the world.

"There are many things in common between different countries and different races, and they can all coexist harmoniously."

"The Estalians farm the land, but the Beastmen don't farm the land, so they just drink air and eat their fill?"

"Humanity wants peaceful development, but Beastmen are natural war maniacs (the Wrathhorn is indeed), and they wish to fight every day, killing themselves and their enemies as few as possible. Do they want to exterminate the whole race?"

"Beastmen can farm, hunt, and work, and they are good at fighting. Humans can farm, hunt, and work, and they may not be as strong as beastmen in fighting, but they have advanced technology and craftsmanship. If the two sides are combined, wouldn't it complement each other, increase their strengths, and eliminate their weaknesses?"

"I want to see, and must see, harmony among all races, common construction, and common development in the country I want to build."

"Then, let's unite. No matter what three-eyed or four-eyed king or the destroyer riding a black donkey is coming, I believe that if we unite, we will be able to defeat them and achieve victory after victory, whether on the battlefield or in building a better life."

After Al finished speaking, he thought about it.

I have to polish these words later and use them as promotional material, and the name of the material should be "I Have a Dream".

The elder sister remained silent, then suddenly asked:

"how about you?"

She then asked, "What is your status in the kingdom you want to create?"

"Emperor? Phoenix King? High King? Or the City Prince of the Estalia?"

Al smiled.

He replied with a transformed ancient Chinese saying:

"To bear the disgrace of the country is to be the master of the country; to bear the misfortune of the country is to be the king of the world!"

Chapter 92: On Rebellion and God

The rescued Marus refugee team quickly left in the direction of Weiling under the leadership of the tribe.

They had to flee there under the leadership of the beastmen to find a brief period of peace.

Although the siege of Verin had been lifted, there was still a steady stream of greenskins heading north, chasing, hacking, and looting along the way.

Therefore, from the roads north and east of Marus, and even on the Diamonteri Trail leading to the north, you can encounter greenskin bandits everywhere.

The remaining resistance forces in the south retreated to the Tombs of the Kings, relying on the endless hills and mountains in the southwest to resist the attacks of the greenskins. When the big warlords did not focus their attention on them, the small-scale greenskins found it difficult to break through the advantage of the terrain.

After several unsuccessful attacks, the bored greenskins vented their anger by wreaking havoc in the human-occupied town, and then headed in the only direction where they could still chop and waaaaagh, except for returning to Margarita to participate in the long and boring siege:

north

March.

Large numbers of greenskin thugs and war gangs swarmed towards the north like locusts. If Aiur had not rescued Velin, they would have swept around the fallen Velin and Marus, and then rushed through the Diamonteri Trail, following any greenskin boss who looked green enough, strong enough, and waaaagh enough.

If Demonterrey is also lost, then there will be no defenses in the north, and the raging greenskins will rush all the way to the city of Bilbarri. At that time, the Estalia people will be on the verge of destruction...

After that, it will be natural for Al to come as a savior, turn the tide, and fill the gap.

In accordance with the will of heaven and man, Sigma Zen Gilles, this was not achieved by military force, but was the will of heaven...

Al sat on the griffin, and the elder sister put her arms around his waist.

After a brief farewell to the horse girl, the boy continued to ride the griffin into the sky and flew away into the distance.

The wolves and rangers were constantly exploring the map for him, looking for traces of humans, and then gathering them and escorting them to Weiling.

As for how to convince them to follow, it's simple.

Faced with no means of transportation, they can only rely on walking to cross the wilderness, and they may encounter threats at any time along the way;

There is not enough food or even water.

I believe that any normal person would be willing to follow the reinforcements sent by a neighboring city.

This is true even if they come with some beast allies that look even scarier than the greenskins.

The wyverns flapped their wings and followed behind them. The Beastmen Legion, which had finished its rest, was ready to continue fighting following the footsteps of the Everchosen.

The griffin sensed the dragon's movement and sped up disdainfully, rushing into the sky, obviously not wanting to let this defeated enemy hang by its side.

Al couldn't help but open his mask and breathe in the fresh, chilly air.

The nun had obviously never been to such a high place, and she held the boy's hands a little tighter.

"I want to build a new church.....No, it can't be a church."

She leaned her head against Al's shoulder, and her voice was somewhat distorted in the air as the griffin sped up.

"I will work with my companions to establish an order that pays tribute to the Blood Mother. Anyone can learn from us, anyone can get our help, and we will fight against oppression and evil at the same time."

"Same as before?"

The elder sister rested her chin on his shoulder. Al couldn't turn back, so he continued to look at the clouds in front of him and said loudly, "How many of you are there?"

"One hundred? Are half of those nuns willing to convert with you?"

"Don't limit your thinking to the old idea that you are a chivalrous man on a journey to help others when you see injustice!"

"If I were you, and now I'm on the same path as you, what do you think I should do?!"

The boy shouted, and the griffin girl seemed very excited and suddenly sped up.

Al was a little scared. Although he was not afraid of heights, this was too high.

if!

just in case!

Fake entry?

suddenly!

So he arched his body and pressed his upper body against the griffin's back.

The elder sister also imitated his posture, leaning her upper body down and pressing on Al's back.

"Will I gather people first?" The elder nun was a little uncertain. This boy, the son of the Blood Mother, had too many wild ideas. She found it difficult to guess what he was thinking.

"Correct!"

"Then I will find a place with deep-seated oppression, resources, manpower, and a basis for rebellion, and preferably a place where the reactionary forces are not too strong!"

"Construction represents advanced productivity, unites all forces that can be united, lists targets that must be destroyed and overthrown, and mobilizes the power of the group..."

As Al spoke, he suddenly laughed:

"Of course, this is in my hometown!"

"In this broken world! You must have enough strength!"

"Whether it comes from arms or thoughts!"

"It also requires the blessing of God!"

"Even if she asks you to drink the foot washing water!"

"Then, once you have capable and loyal subordinates, you can begin your conquest or be conquered!"

"Alas!"

The griffin girl spun in the air and then swooped down, and the boy shouted excitedly.

"The Holy Grail Knight is the embodiment of honor, virtue, and good qualities, the living saint of Bretonnia"

“They must be able to fight first!”

"Very good at fighting! Almost the best fighter among mortals. This way, when others can't beat you or their reason is not as good as yours, they will listen to you carefully!"

"You think the same thing!"

"We need both force and ideas!"

"It is not enough to physically eliminate a group of oppressors, such as feudal nobles, greedy factory owners, and corrupt bishops. Instead, when you fail, all the faults will be thrown on you! The dirty water will soak your name and make it stink!"

"They must be destroyed physically and defeated spiritually!"

"And analyze how they appeared, how they grew, how they oppressed others, and the methods and processes of exploiting civilians. Expose them under the sun so that civilians can realize their stench and recognize and understand their methods!"

"That is, eliminate them from the source of their existence! And make sure that such oppression will never return to the world again!" Al shouted, his voice was distorted by the oncoming airflow, but the nun could barely hear it.

I felt a chill in my heart again.

"even!"

Apparently, Al hadn't said enough and was going to continue indoctrinating the elder sister.

"The same goes for the gods!"

If a bolt from the blue had struck Al at this moment, he would have immediately shut up, but unfortunately it didn't, so he continued talking.

"If you look at what the gods have done one by one, and observe and analyze them, you will realize that gods are not even perfect people!"

"They will make mistakes! They will be powerless in the face of disasters! They will even do something that looks like a great plan but is actually absolutely stupid out of their unpredictable psychology!"

"If the Lord of the Elves had stood up earlier and said: I have appointed the Witch King (not yet) Malekith as the orthodox Phoenix King, the elves would not have been divided by conspiracy and civil war, and perhaps the War of the Longbeard would not have broken out."

"The dwarves may be able to gain support from allies during the subsequent rise of the greenskins and ratmen."

"The great whirlpool opened at his doorstep. None of the Elven Gods or even all the gods on the Order side knew that Sigmar was trapped in it. They were all played around by the Eagle God."

"Lilith created Bretonnia, but she wanted to run away from the beginning—that's it! She is the only one among the gods who has done something serious!"

Al apparently didn't realize that he was a little too proud, and couldn't help but reveal a lot of secrets before the last Final War to the Sister.

It contains his own superficial understanding of the Middle Ages and some complaints. (It is purely the character's point of view, mixed with the author's personal opinions, please ignore it if you don't like it)

"You think that even the gods are not necessarily reliable and cannot be relied upon. Can your power surpass them? Can you surpass groups of chosen gods and champions?"

"This is an absolute disadvantage in terms of force!"

"So to challenge them, we must resort to ideological warfare!"

Al said something that was earth-shattering.

He himself really never thought of saying things like "my fate is in my own hands, and those who disobey me will be killed, killed, killed."

It's simply to brainwash the nun, just to give you an example.

Then he flew high and talked happily.

I can't stop the car.

Going for a ride in a convertible is bound to turn into tragedy.

A streak of golden light flashed across the sky. When first seen, it was just a tiny dot far away on the horizon.

Then it arrived in a flash.

Before Al could even react to what it was, he was thrown flying.

When he came to his senses, his body was already falling freely.

An arrow made of golden light was stuck in his chest.

Chapter 93: I Saw a White Horse

Among the religious superstitions that were popular on Earth in the past, there is one that has been popular for a long time (approximately two thousand years) since its launch. It has launched many versions and is widely distributed. At one time, more than a quarter of the world's population were believers of this religion.

Although like most messy religious superstitions, it was gradually suppressed and reduced to a harmless culture in the great wave of human unification and technological progress.

Just like the Renaissance several centuries ago, it has eroded its strong influence and become a "tradition" that has retreated to different regions and cultures.

But Al thought of this because he remembered a myth of this religion that he had seen before, which seemed to fit his current situation:

Satan, or Lucifer, led one third of the angels in heaven to rebel, and then was slapped away, fell from heaven, and fell for nine days and nine nights into hell as the king.

Combined with Al's previous arrogant and blasphemous words, the situation seems obvious.

Someone, more likely God, shot him with an arrow.

The strange thing was that Al didn't feel any pain. The arrow made of golden light had indeed penetrated his chest. He could even see the cracks on Leng Lizhi's face when he lowered his head.