Warhammer

After the Four Mother Goddesses were separated from the old four gods, they possessed independent godhood and were no longer easily controlled by extreme forces. They could be considered gods with rational personalities.

Like the Imperials, while they devoutly believe in Sigmar, the emotions they harbor are also increasing the power of the Four Gods.

If mortals were allowed to worship the four goddesses with the same fervent and active faith as they worship the God-Emperor, then could they also become goddesses who appear in the world as more orderly gods?

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While Al was thinking about this, a scout came to report:

There are greenskins and humans fighting ahead!

Chapter 96: Barto in the End

"It's just a trivial matter. Follow the vanguard to defeat it, and bring the people with me back to Weiling in the east!"

Al waved his hand and signaled that any F2A could go over. Of the two main forces of the greenskins heading north, one was defeated by him under the city of Weiling, and the other was still besieging Marus. Most of the greenskins that could be encountered in the wilderness were only small-scale greenskin regiments.

Most of them range from dozens to hundreds, and at most just over a thousand.

For such a luxurious lineup with Barbarian Bull and Blessed Commander, as well as the Eternal Chosen and the Chosen First Deputy personally supervising the battle, a single charge can solve the problem.

But something is different this time.

The scouts reported:

A group of humans are chasing the greenskins.

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After the Battle of the Gedaz River, before the Birbarians sent out their army, when Weiling to Marus could only retreat behind the city and tremble in fear, how could there still be such a strong martial spirit around?

Al became interested.

Go check it out!

Although his adoptive mother refused to let him ride the griffin again, Al could still observe the battlefield from the griffin's perspective.

After receiving his order, the griffin chirped excitedly, flapped its wings, and accelerated towards the direction discovered by the scouts.

It didn't take long for Al to see what he wanted to see.

On the plain, a group of armored knights are charging at the greenskins on the other side in a simple triangle formation.

Behind them, the infantry regiments equipped with spears and muskets, using the obvious Estalia style, were following the knights and advancing steadily.

This was the first time that Al witnessed the effect of humans actively attacking the greenskins.

The knights broke through the greenskins' line like a hot knife cutting through butter. Their spears rushed into them with unstoppable force, rapidly enlarging and tearing the gap, messing up the entire greenskins' formation.

This time the Estalia infantry no longer had to suffer the disadvantage of always being attacked from the flank and rear. Some rangers skilled in archery and horsemanship were scattered behind their wings and they used arrows to greet those brainless greenskins who tried to continue to use the strategy of: going around the back - charging - chopping chopping - waaaaaagh with great success.

A small team of elite knights was deployed behind the horse archers. When the latter dispersed to make room, they were left to fight against the green-skinned giants who continued to charge forward.

The spearmen at the front have already met the green-skinned swordsmen.

The panicked greenskins were unable to break through the tight and orderly phalanx and were constantly shot by muskets and crossbows. At the same time, they had no idea how to deal with the spear formation that was like a turtle and porcupine. They could only continue to be killed and driven back.

This further widened the gap between the greenskin positions and caused their morale to plummet.

The knights stepped on the corpses of greenskins and rushed through the enemy camp. They continued to advance forward, killing into the positions of goblin archers and greenskin bow boys and starting a slaughter. The goblins screamed and cried, and without even putting up much resistance, they dropped their weapons and fled.

The green guys fared slightly better, but they only left behind more corpses before beginning their rout.

The knights and their mounts were covered with a layer of blood. Fortunately, they were protected by armor and cloaks. Otherwise, it would have been a very laborious task just to clean the greenskin spores off their bodies.

Their general died at the very beginning under the charge of the knights. The leading "spearhead" easily pierced its chest, and the ferocious greenskin was lifted on the spear. It returned to its own army with the knights before being thrown away. At this time, it was already a corpse.

The knights quickly adjusted their formation. This time they did not continue to charge in the direction of arrows. Instead, they adopted a simple horizontal charge mode and chose the enemy's weaker left wing, which seemed to be no different, to launch a second charge.

The greenskins' left wing was almost destroyed with overwhelming force.

The infantrymen roared in anger, which was both a cheer and a deterrent. Soon, the enemy's right wing could not hold on any longer. Before the knights continued their third charge, the first few green-skinned giants turned around and fled, setting off a chain reaction.

They howled, "What the heck is going on! Here comes the tin can!"

Trampling and pushing each other, fleeing from the battlefield.

The archers who had been waiting for a long time cooperated with the guard knights to defeat the harassment of the war boars and wolf riders, and were rushing forward, hunting down the defeated greenskins.

An easy victory.

"Played well."

Al clapped his hands and praised.

On the battlefield, the leading knight took off his helmet, craned his neck to look up at the sky, and saw a majestic beast hovering above him.

The knight had a feeling that someone was watching the battlefield, but there was no warning of danger.

At this point, Al no longer needed to observe through the griffin's perspective because he had already arrived.

After a group of greenskins who ran in the wrong direction were crushed by centaurs and wolves, the figures of the archers who were hunting them appeared on the mound.

They seemed very shocked that another huge and unfamiliar army appeared beside them. Without any hesitation, half of them immediately ran back, and two people came out of the other half and rode towards the beastmen on horseback.

"Let the elder sister take someone to contact them."

Al ordered.

Because he had just joined the army, his loyalty might not be solid enough and his bond might not be strong enough. Although the individual strength of the elder sister was definitely enough, the connection between El and her was still not very stable.

No ordinary mount, especially four-hoofed ones, can get close to Alina, the Blood Mother's Chosen, the Blessed One of Thunder and Fire.

Any horse who just saw her furious form and felt her scarlet rage would die of fright.

Even the beastmen, who were also centaurs, did not dare to get too close to Alina. The latter's terrible aura exuded an extremely dangerous smell all the time, and the beastmen would instinctively be afraid and run away.

Only Al and a few people, like the Sheep Girl, can ignore it.

In addition, even the Blessed Bull Commander would be afraid of the aura that Alina exudes when she is angry.

That was the most horrific, cruelest, and most brutal massacre, at least no one alive has ever witnessed it.

So the nun had to stay among the human cavalry. As a half-leader responsible for commanding the human army under El's command, she could not approach on horseback, otherwise the mount would be scared to death. It was also impossible for her to run on the road while wearing heavy armor.

Alina would never let anyone other than El ride her, and Elune the Sheep Girl could only ride her when she was in a good mood.

This kind of thing rarely happened when the boy, the goat mother Elune, and the horse girl were a threesome, let alone now.

The target was a human being whom she hated.

The cavalry showed the archers the documents and certificates from the Viling Council, and the two sides reached a preliminary understanding.

The latter learned the simple origins of this beastman army that looked much more terrifying than the greenskins, and Al also knew:

They were not Estalia.

The main force of this army, the knights, are a monastic order from Bretonnia.

To outsiders, the word "friar" means no different from "knight".

If we were to ask which race or force in the mortal world had been most affected by the Great War, the Bretonnians could at least proudly or angrily believe that they should be ranked in the top three.

As the truth about the Lake Fairy is revealed, faith is shattered, and as the end of time intensifies, the old order is also crumbling.

With the death of the King of Bretonnia, the country is in turmoil and on the brink of destruction.

After the remaining knights held a general meeting in Cologne, exhausted both physically and mentally, they decided to ignore the mess Lilith had made and place their last hope on the empire.

The knights selected some representatives to find their new home, which was recuperating in Athel Loren, and were preparing to hold negotiations with the elves of the Council of Eight Winds, saying:

Take care of those Druzy guys you don't like! Stop burning, killing and looting our people (farmers, miserable). We plan to fight to the death with the Imperials. If we survive, we'll come back to settle the scores. If we die, I hope that if the elves can survive, at least "even if they continue to live as slaves (self-mockery), as long as the race can continue, this is what we owe them."

With a bit of self-mockery, under the various blows from the country of faith, the knights also began to reflect, but the end could not wait too long, so most of them could only die with doubts on the way to the charge, paving a path to victory for the decisive battle of Middenheim.

After the victory of the great war, the elven gods did some serious work for a rare time - restoring Osun and rebuilding the elves' homeland.

So the Witch King, now should be called the orthodox Phoenix King, after being fooled by Asuryan for thousands of years and being hostile and hated by his compatriots who wanted to become their excellent leader for thousands of years, happily moved with his entire family.

Because the Oak of Ages was burned, the forest spirits showed abnormalities and corruption increased, Orion died, and Ariel merged with the Everqueen (it feels like all bad news) - it is said that a healing goddess named Shalaya who is suspected to be Aisha's skin is still imprisoned in Fat Grandpa's garden for drug testing.

So the elves decisively abandoned Athel Loren, just like the ruthless scumbags and scumbags, and happily returned to their hometown.

Leaving behind a troublesome situation for the Bretonnians, where corrupted creatures often emerge and occasionally trigger a tide of disaster beasts.

But in general, at least now, the entire land west of the Grey Mountains belongs to the Bretonnians.

But bigger trouble is coming.

Chapter 97: Barto's Past, the Knight's Departure

This time the problem came from within.

Even the knights themselves no longer believed in the ideas and systems that had been implemented in Bretonnia, which was established under the guidance or deception of Lilith.

All the old things are stirring up disputes. Some are overturned and trampled to pieces, while others are transformed and continue to exist in another form.

The remaining knights who survived the decisive battle of Middenheim and returned to Bretonnia, and the knight nobles who remained in their homeland, no longer believing Lilith's lies and feeling sad and powerless about the devastated country after winning the war, formed a round table council.

For the first time ever, serfs and civilians who had performed bravely in the war to defend their country were also pulled in.

For the first time in thousands of years, the peasants truly sat down with their "masters" on an equal footing. They were panicked, nervous and at a loss. Facing the glory of the living saints, they felt so glorious and yet so despicable.

But the purpose of the Round Table is to rebuild a real, perhaps not so beautiful, order in this country plagued by lies and destruction.

The representatives of the knights are almost all the most pious and brave knights in the past, led by the twelve holy grails. For some unknown reason, the power of holy water and the blessing of the goddess still flow through them, even though they decided not to follow the false goddess after learning the truth.

In order to escape from all this, many Holy Grail Knights even deliberately seek out the strongest and most numerous enemies and die in glorious battles, just like the dwarf butcher.

The Twelve Holy Grails believe that knights and serfs are the most destructive systems for this country, strangling countless people from birth on the fields and forcing them to live their entire lives as serf cannon fodder.

The so-called virtue and nobility are nothing but lies made up by the goddess in order to maintain this country and continue to supply warriors for her new world plan.

So the Knights of the Holy Grail announced the abolition of all old systems, the abolition of nobility and inferiority, the abolition of lords and serfs, and asked the bewildered civilians and those officials and servants who did not have aristocratic status to rebuild one or more new countries together.

Or maybe Bretonnia will be incorporated into the Empire, it doesn't matter.

They were exhausted, both physically and mentally.

The Twelve Holy Grails exercised their authority for the last time in this country of knights, and then fled into the dense forests and mountains with those knights who had also lost their goals and were willing to follow them, to rebuild or repair abandoned monasteries and outposts.

By exiling themselves and isolating themselves from the world, they seek peace and atone for the sustainable enslavement and exploitation of one group of people by another group over thousands of years because of a lie.

The knights and nobles who were unwilling to leave the civilized towns were forced by the Holy Grails to swear to all the souls who had ever lived in this land, whether nobles or serfs:

He gave up his noble status, all rights to his past territory and subjects, and lived as an ordinary free man like the millions of other people in this land.

Those who had made military achievements were allowed to retain their family's property, but ownership of the land was taken away and returned to everyone.

Afterwards, the Holy Grails and their followers fled into the mountains and forests and disappeared without a trace.

Only hunters and travelers who occasionally go deep into the forest may see knights slaying giant beasts and practicing asceticism somewhere.

However, although the Holy Grails were great, they were extremely irresponsible. They smashed the shackles and the pot, and then left in despair, which brought new problems to this precarious land called Bretonnia...

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After the knights finished cleaning and repairing the battlefield, they sent a new team of messengers to Ai'er's camp.

This time the boy planned to approach them personally.

These knights gave him a very special feeling. At least their current performance barely made them worthy of the title of the strongest cavalry team among mortals in the Old World. The only difference was that their numbers were too small.

But precisely because the number is small, Al feels that maybe there is a chance that I can use it?

If they could be corrupted like the elder nun, and converted to the Four Mothers...

The knights were dressed very simply, and their armor was generally black and gray.

There were almost no patterns or emblems on the outside, which was very different from the red and green knights of Barto in El's impression, who had their family and various patterns dyed on their armor to show their glory.

The knights dismounted outside the beastmen's position and walked in. Al was confident that he had his adoptive mother Alina, the Blessed Bull, and the nun guarding him, and he was also among the guards. Even if the Twelve Holy Grails came, they might not be able to take his life in the midst of thousands of soldiers, so he did not ask the knights to collect their armor and weapons.

The knights were dressed exactly the same, as if they were cloned warriors cut from the same mold.

Only the leader had two eye-catching red lines painted on his black armor on his chest and back. It was very simple and seemed to be only for the convenience of identification and command.

The knights acted decisively and swiftly. They declined the food offered by Elfang and ate the dry food and water bags they brought with them.

The leading red-striped knight stepped forward in armor, walked to a place ten steps away from El, and took off his helmet.

"We need help, allies of the Estalia."

Under the helmet was a very serious, middle-aged man who looked a bit old-fashioned.