Warhammer

tree.

All trees.

The repetitive scenery and the bumpy and thorny road made Will Julius feel irritated to a certain extent.

If he knew that Al had once been upset by the same experience, perhaps the two of them would have had some common ground.

This journey was a tough one from beginning to end. They left the prosperous Bilbao and passed through villages and towns all over the place. They kept encountering refugees fleeing north along the way. Finally, they plunged into the vast land with this temporarily assembled army, which left a deep impression on Will.

Pina Forest.

This time was unlike the previous marches, where the troops were followed by a variety of professions and groups of people. Once they set up camp, a large number of small vendors, farmers, prostitutes and others would soon pour in.

While they disrupted order and discipline, they were also essential to maintaining morale and keeping soldiers satisfied.

Unfortunately, Will's unit's goal was to enter the Pina Forest, to reunite with the refugees who had fled north and hid in the Pina Forest, claiming to be protected by a "powerful ally", to recruit them and to "investigate" the specific situation of the so-called "tribal ally".

Then they reorganized and trained a militia force from the refugees to harass the enemy and fight behind enemy lines through the terrain of the Pina Forest.

Not to mention how outrageous it is to train a militia from a group of refugees to fight against the waaaaagh greenskins who are currently in a period of rapid rise in power, just the first part of this mission seems to Will to be a very tiring job.

Going into the woods, there was no telling how many monsters there were and a tribe of beastmen might pop up at any time. In Will's opinion, it would be better to serve in the New World colonies, at least there would never be a shortage of food, drink and prostitutes.

After Celestine returned, the furious Rhine sent troops to exterminate the "Rejoicers" tribe at that time to avenge his cousin.

In the Battle of the Valley, Will rashly led his troops to support the neighboring team, but was caught by Al and broke through the defense line, tearing open the encirclement and fighting against the remaining tribe led by Thrall. He used the centaur chosen by the Blood Mother Goddess and the newly born angry-horned beasts as the vanguard, broke through the barriers blocking the road, and led the tribe out of the encirclement and jumped into the depths of the Pina Forest.

It was also obvious that Will's previous actions had greatly angered his cousin, Rhine Heinrich Julius, who was called "Little Griffin".

He was angry at Will's absurd behavior, and he also hated the fact that after Will got the news about Celestine, he did not hide it at all, and even showed some signs of deliberateness, letting the matter spread. This not only humiliated Julius's honor, but also made his cousin Celestine inevitably criticized by the outside world.

So he took advantage of the situation and kicked Will, who was almost half dismissed, out of the expeditionary force. This time even old Hart, who had been taking care of Will, didn't say anything. Will deliberately did bad things and humiliated and disgusted not only Rhine, whom he had always wanted to take revenge on, and his cousin whom Rhine valued so much, but also the entire family.

He was also disappointed with this overly spoiled and stubborn young man and acquiesced to Rhine's treatment of him.

So Will was kicked out of the expeditionary army in a miserable state, with only two private soldiers from his family and a servant who took care of his daily life. After that, all the achievements, glory, etc. made by this diplomatic corps that went south with a special mission had nothing to do with him anymore.

After two days of depression, the impotent and furious Will plunged into alcohol and sex as a way to escape reality.

Then, as money became scarce, the girl in his arms began to decline in both appearance and dress. In the end, she had no choice but to run to the wild bars and brothels at the port docks without the care of the servants, who would have abandoned her if it weren't for the family constraints. She drank cheap alcohol and mademoiselles every day, and although her life was decadent and wasteful, she never treated her little brother badly.

In a sense, it's pretty good.

Until this time, the Grand Military Tribune of the Northern Parliament, a famous veteran with a distinguished reputation and distinguished exploits in the Colonial Wars and the most recent Chivalrous Expedition, the human version of waaaaaaagh, asked to gather an elite force to go into the forest with supplies and equipment to integrate the people taking refuge there and form a militia.

Old Hart bypassed Rhine and used his connections to pull the drunk Will away from the prostitute, then cleaned him up and stuffed him into the unit that was tasked with this mission.

Although it was dangerous, Old Hart had come to terms with it. Rather than letting the offspring of this family sink into desolation and end up as a wealthy idler under the hostility of the Rhine, it would be better to throw him into an environment with difficulties and challenges but not extremely difficult to gain experience. If he could come out, there was still hope. If not, then Old Hart would no longer have to be a butler and could just let the servants send Will back to Aldorf.

After reviewing the resolution, the Northern Parliament passed and supported the Grand Military Tribune's resolution, but limited the number of troops to avoid weakening the strength of the North.

At the insistence of the old general, they regarded the hundreds of thousands of people in the Pina Forest as a "usable force" rather than "refugees in need of help". They also believed that the rumored "Beastman tribal allies who are extremely powerful and can fight against many enemies at once" might be an exaggeration, and scoffed at the tribe's demand that "the Estalia people recognize that they own the Pina and Inara Mountains."

However, it is still necessary to send people to understand the details before taking any action. After all, the two closest ones are: the Round Table Council of Carcassonne and the Elves of Ossuun. The former is isolationist and its main external demand is probably to maintain order and peace in Bretonnia. It does not care much about the threats that have not yet reached the city of Bilbarri.

Add to that the conflict that had been instigated by the southerners over the assassination of the city prince, and the loss of a Holy Grail Knight, and the country was on the verge of war. It was estimated that reinforcements would not be expected for the time being.

In the Great Council, Osun had been arguing endlessly about tariffs and old accounts, and had not taken the Estalia people's request for help seriously. Perhaps when the greenskins began to harass Osun, those long-eared people, who had restrained themselves slightly after the Great War but were still arrogant, might come to their senses:

Oh, there is a human kingdom over there that has been destroyed by the greenskins. Send out the aerospace corps.

Therefore, although the Northern Parliament had some doubts about the alliance, both in terms of the strength and sincerity of the tribes, it still inserted a small diplomatic team into this "elite advance force" with the mentality of trying its best.

Their mission is to contact that "tribe". If the strength displayed by the other party, even if it is just quantity, is indeed useful, then they can try to cooperate with them, provide supplies and so on to let them delay and attract the greenskin forces.

Even if it is only a small part, it can reduce a lot of pressure on the upcoming war that the North will face.

There had been no news of Margarita since two weeks ago, and the Northern Council was in mourning. Everyone believed that the capital of Estalia, the pearl of the southern world, and one of the main holy sites of the Myrmidian faith had fallen under the iron hoof of the greenskin thugs and turned into ruins.

The power of the greenskins is also moving towards the north. A major stronghold is the port of Marus southwest of Viling. The pirates have built it into a forward base and are constantly transporting personnel and supplies there and building ports and artillery positions.

On land, the greenskins were also pouring towards the north. Under the suppression and integration of several capable generals of the great warlords, they maintained a chaotic and noisy atmosphere, temporarily stationed there, waiting for the great warlord himself to go north.

The pressure from the North is increasing.

The news sent back by the reconnaissance made the Northern Council realize that Margarita was finished, so the next target of the greenskins would of course be Bilbarri, the northern capital of Estalia.

As for the neighboring country Tyrell to the east, after being served by greenskins, pirates and rats, it is desperately strengthening the city's defenses. Commercial princes and guilds of all sizes are recruiting all mercenaries who are willing to be hired, no matter if they are ogres or greenskins, all are recruited into the army.

The greenskins and pirates swept through there without achieving very great results, but the warlord himself caused great damage to the coalition organized by the Tyrells through two successful deployments. The ratmen even set up traps and ambushes on the main land passage "Tamoto Pass" between the two countries. The Tyrells themselves did not want to send troops to aid their not-so-friendly neighbors in the west under such circumstances.

Chapter 119: Contact and Shore Stories

Not long after this hastily assembled army with an important mission set out, the vanguard of the greenskin and pirate coalition had passed through the Demoteri-Velling Trail and approached the city of Modern Monterey. After the fall of Veling and Marus, this city had become the last gateway to the north. If the greenskins were allowed to break through here, then the road to Bilbarri would only have a small medium-sized city, Sahagen, to block it.

The Northern Parliament is constantly strengthening the defenses of Demonterrey and evacuating the civilians there. At the same time, it is building a fortress at the junction of the Saffro Hills and the Pina Forest, about 100 kilometers to the east, and named it the Fortress of Santa Mona.

Because the Invincible Fleet was destroyed and the control of the sea was lost, the enemy could land the fleet and infiltrate from the rear at any time, so the Northerners did not dare to put all their hopes on Demonterrey to withstand the attack of the greenskins. The Santa Mona Fortress, located at the junction of hills and forests, did not have such a defect. It was close to Sahagen and could be reinforced at any time if it was besieged. With hills on one side and dense forests on the other, the terrain was complex and easy to defend but difficult to attack.

The Northern Parliament sent envoys to urge Will's advance corps to speed up their actions. The greenskins' march northward was imminent, so they had to buy as much time as possible.

So Will had to march with the army for several days before he could regain his feeling in the army. At first, it was fine. There were many people along the way. Although the entertainment was boring, it was not lacking. After moving forward, most of the time, it seemed that they were the only ones in the world. When Will encountered a village or town occasionally, he would be excited for a while.

Later, after entering the forest that left him with many negative memories, there was nothing to do but march, and Will felt that he had been burdened with such a tough task again.

The arrogant and jealous young man began to feel a deep dislike for his cousin again, but he knew that this might be his last mission on this trip south. If his performance was still bad, then Rhine, who already hated this annoying relative of his, would definitely kick him back to Altdorf without him even having to do anything.

His glory, his dignity, his competition with Rhine... were all ruined!

So despite his constant complaints in his heart, Will still mustered up his courage, tried his best to complete his mission, and restrained his pride to make friends and build good relationships with his subordinates.

Another two days and two nights of travel, still in complex forest areas, the morale of the troops was a little low, and the priests of the Church of the Goddess of War had to suggest that the generals stop and let the troops rest for a while. Otherwise, if they continued to advance in this state and encountered any emergency ahead, there was a danger of the army being disintegrated and wiped out.

The officers of the advance corps gave it some thought and based on the report from the leading scouts, they encountered a stronghold claiming to be the northern outpost of the tribe. They met with the so-called "tribal beastmen" and several refugees there. The other party said that they would report the news back to the tribal headquarters immediately, but due to the shortage of supplies, they could not send a large team to join them for the time being.

Currently, only a team of werewolf scouts and several hunters among the refugees have been sent as guides.

The confirmation of the friendly tribesmen seemed to be true. As for the specific situation, further contact was needed. The generals breathed a sigh of relief and felt that this long journey had achieved results. After estimating the distance, even if they hurried, it would take at least two days to complete the journey due to the burden of supplies and logistics. They stopped temporarily to repair and sent out capable troops and diplomatic teams to rush to the tribe to obtain more information and prepare for understanding and communication in advance.

Will also breathed a sigh of relief. He had been on the road for a long time, and he finally got away from alcohol and sex. His empty body could hardly bear it.

Because the goddess has been silent, the importance of the priests of the church has been weakened. They have retreated from the core of an army to the second line, becoming spiritual comfort, morale boosting, and providing auxiliary staff to generals using the war strategies and knowledge they have learned.

The armed forces directly under the church, the powerful knights, some, launched pioneering holy wars and conquests in the name of the goddess in the colonies of the New World and the Araby Coast colonies across the sea, seeking glory; some were in the Empire, belonging to a semi-independent force outside the Southern Church system; some were trapped in the capital, Margarita, and were estimated to have been destroyed in the siege; some traveled around the world, and the last part, under the guidance of the Northern Sect War Master, was defending the second largest city, Bilbali.

The Great Northern Master does not intend to use these most important powers until the goddess answers prayers or the situation becomes extremely critical.

Up to now, the entire north has assembled an army of nearly 100,000 people, and is continuously recruiting militiamen for training in various places. Half of these 100,000 people are currently stationed in the city of Bilbali, where they are undergoing intensive training and exercises.

The church armed forces controlled by the Goddess Church are semi-independent. Together with spontaneous pilgrims, followers, etc., there are 20,000 people, but only one-third can be called well-trained Goddess warriors, and the rest are militia and reserve forces.

Originally, this number would be far more than this, but because there was no news about the goddess, many believers were disappointed and turned to secular legions. In the heyday of the Church of Myrmidia, it controlled the military forces of the entire kingdom except for some private soldiers. From marshals to soldiers, almost everyone in a legion was a believer of Myrmidia, "the Lord of All Armies, the Southern Goddess who controls everything." But now this influence is constantly declining due to the silence of the goddess.

Unlike Estalia and its neighboring country Tyrell, the city-states of Tyrell are highly independent and mercenary culture is prevalent. Fighting and attacking each other is commonplace. Even after the Great War, when various races and forces have begun to develop the "reflection - review - change" trend of thought, the Tyrells still maintain the independence of their respective cities. So when they are suddenly attacked, they act independently, but they all have the strength to barely protect themselves, making it difficult for the greenskins to take them down for a while.

Tyrell established a loose, nominal federal parliament, but it was more of a place where people spit at each other, threw documents and banged shoes, which was a true elf tradition.

Estalia is more centralized as a whole, with its political, economic, military and cultural power mainly concentrated in the two cities of Margarita in the south and Bilbali in the north. Compared with its neighbors who like to use mercenaries in combat, the Kingdom of Estalia pays more attention to the construction of a standing army. However, due to the influence of a hundred years of peace, its combat effectiveness has been declining, and it was caught off guard by the warlord's waaaaagh.

Cities and territories were lost, the capital was besieged, command was lost in other places, and eventually half of the country fell, the country was in turmoil, and the danger of collapse was imminent.

On the contrary, the Tyrell city-state, which has an independent tradition, is revitalized by mercenaries and has cities competing with each other, and performed well in the surprise attack, although this is also because Tyrell is not the main attack direction of Waaaaagh.

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Will and his followers walked to the stream. The young man held the hilt of the sword and looked down at the water from the shore. The rippling water reflected the sunlight that filtered through the thick branches and leaves, and it was sparkling.

In a trance, he thought of the past.

That stream, those dirty and vicious beasts, the ugly and vicious shaman...

The centaur, the human-like boy, and the daughter of Julius, who made Will feel a sense of revenge but also a sense of pity. In terms of blood relationship, she could be considered his distant cousin.

Will was somewhat reluctant to enter the Pina Forest this time. He didn't know what happened to the Chaos Tribe that had managed to break out of the siege and escape under the leadership of the bloody centaur and a group of monsters. But his intuition made him wary and fearful of this forest.

He instinctively felt that those terrible beasts would not remain in obscurity.

Will believed that wild beasts were vengeful creatures, and the Imperial Expeditionary Force had slaughtered their tribe in this forest. Celestine had dissuaded Rhine, and after returning to the human side, she knew that Zaken was dead. Even though there was an El who might be a hundred or a thousand times more terrifying, the son of darkness born in her belly, she hoped to end the matter at that.

The stubborn Rhine insisted on sending troops to wipe out the tribe and killed many Beastmen, most of whom were followers of the Shepherd God. As for the Chaos Beastmen, who were used as cannon fodder by Ai'er, very few survived to the appearance of the Rock of Natal, or took the initiative to "wake up" and turn to the path of the Four Mother Goddesses behind the Eternal Chosen.

The old Rejoicers tribe had basically completely disappeared, and most of the Beastmen left by Thrall and handed over to Commander Aiel also converted or obeyed a lifestyle that integrated into the Four Gods faith, becoming a new breed - the Four Gods Beastmen, different from the Chaos Beastmen and the Shepherd Beastmen.

It became a "tribe" that belonged entirely to Ai'er.

Al once believed that in order to win the hearts of all the tribesmen, he had to find an opportunity to avenge this hatred. However, due to the rapid expansion of the tribe, this hatred was diluted to a negligible level. However, the slaughter of his own potential tribe forced him to delve into Pina's past. If there was a chance, Al was still willing to teach a profound lesson to the man who commanded the expedition and could barely be regarded as his "uncle".

After the Battle of Viling, Celestine withdrew to the north with the main force of the expeditionary force. They were destined to have no chance south of Monterey, so at the urging of Rhine they returned to Bilbarry, leaving only a small number of people in Viling, which could be regarded as a volunteer army in name only.

Al watched his biological mother leave through the eyes of the griffin and breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to worry about the problems he would face after being exposed. Or perhaps, that strong woman had already guessed something and just cleverly kept it to herself.

For Al, his meeting with Celestine was sudden, and their separation was also sudden, but he had a hunch that in the subsequent development of the situation, the Rhine expeditionary force would definitely play a significant role.

At that time, he would most likely face off against the legion his biological mother was in.

The other person who could be said to have a little "fate" with El, but neither side was aware of it, was Will Julius, who had a faint maternal blood relationship with him. He was a member of the legion that entered the Pina Forest to seek cooperation with the tribe.

He was looking at the calm lake, stopping his followers who wanted to go down to fetch water for a bath, and was in a daze.

Will recalled the village girl with big breasts whom he had caught a glimpse of in that camp.

Like a high mountain flower that floated out from castles and palaces and took root in the fresh countryside of Bretonnia, it suddenly appeared in his world, and then suddenly disappeared with the wind, leaving an indelible mark.

Will sighed, the beauty was gone, and with the help of his followers, he silently took off his clothes and walked towards the water.

In the dense forest on the opposite side of him, a pair of eyes were staring at this human.

His lips slightly parted, revealing red flesh and a strong fishy smell.

Chapter 120: Conscription Order..... Chaotic or Not? I'll Help You Make It Chaotic!

Ai'er, along with twenty guards, met with the envoy of the Northern Council at a river outside the tribe.

He was fishing, by the way.

The fighting power in the tribe is second only to the Centaur Girl, and neither the Wrathhorn Guards nor the Sons of Aiel can compare to him. He is the Blessed Bull Alastar, the commander of the Blood Mother Minotaur Legion.

The huge figure, nearly three stories tall, was squatting behind the guards with a somewhat aggrieved look on her face, because El didn't like the terrifying aura on her that might disturb his fish.

With her around, Al could just grab the boy and run back to the tribe in a few steps, and he wouldn't have to worry about encountering some ignorant young man like the bunny girl Xia Lulu who would try to assassinate him.

The beautiful young man who took off his mask held the fishing rod, leaned sideways, and made a listening gesture, silently listening to the messenger's words and conveying the attitude of the Northern Parliament. His face was calm, but he was actually smiling in his heart.

Al never expected this.

When he first came into contact with the officials of the Kingdom of Estalia, the only political power at present, the Northern Parliament, the other party sent him a big gift.

The messengers expressed their respect to him and brought the message of the Northern Parliament:

Alliance, can help us fight the greenskins!

Treaty, let’s discuss it again!

Let's talk about it later! The most important thing right now is to defeat the greenskins. After that, we can talk about anything.

This is of course not the point. Al showed a pleasing attitude, and everyone looked happy and felt that they had met each other too late.

Al himself didn't really want a treaty that would allow him to sit firmly on the two major regions of Pina and Inala and become a country within a country, dividing the land and ruling the country. Besides, with no population and no resources to develop, what was the point of him coming?

What really made him happy—but still far from being happy—was the second mission of this diplomatic and military team:

Recruit soldiers and build an army, and march south to attack the enemy;

When Al heard the representative of the envoy group, he simply mentioned to him:

"The Council wants us to recruit soldiers from the Estalia people who are under your protection, form a legion, and then march south through the Pina Forest to attack the greenskins, reclaim lost territory, and support the war in the north."

"We have brought a large amount of military supplies, enough to equip an army. It would be great if your tribe is willing to help us fight together."

Al was stunned for a moment, then quickly asked the messenger how much supplies he brought.

The envoy was confident that the two sides were in good terms, and in order to stabilize the confidence of his allies, he exaggerated his own strength and said to Qia Yao Ai'er in a half-boasting manner:

"At least enough to arm 6,000 men. This is just for recruiting soldiers. We will give your tribe another 3,000 sets of weapons as a token of gratitude. Four brand new 'Daughters of Righteous Wrath' cannons can easily blow up the city walls. Even the toughest greenskins will be crushed by her shells."

"There are also a large number of logistical supplies. As long as the covenant is successfully signed and the army is reorganized, more armored soldiers and firearms will immediately enter the forest to arm more Estalia people!"

"We will crush the barbaric invaders, recover our land, and defend our homeland! Our friendship and our alliance will be tested and tempered in this trial of the goddess of blood and fire! I believe that the kingdom and the tribe will create an epic of unity like the empire and the mountain kingdom!"

"Under the gaze of the goddess, we unite! We stand united! We will defend our common home!"

The messenger became more and more passionate as he spoke, and in order not to embarrass him, Al put down his fishing rod and applauded.

The charm of the beautiful boy increased, and the members of the envoy group could not help but admire and praise the charm of the "Beast King" of the tribe.