Warhammer

He really looks like a beautiful human boy.

The Empire and the Dwarves...At the end of the world, the whole family of the Dwarves will benefit the Empire, and I will devote my life to you until my death. Is this the kind of friendship that you would have?

Al complained in his heart that there is only one true friendship, and that is the big family-like friendship where all of you convert to the Four Mothers, all races live in harmony, and everyone enjoys it.

Then he asked the most crucial question.

"How much food did you bring?"

The messenger was stunned.

"We have enough supplies to support our people, but we may still need your support in the future."

"No, I'm asking you: How much food have you brought now?"

Al raised his eyebrows, and some members of the delegation who were more philanthropic could not help but feel their hearts beating fast. "Didn't the previous envoy tell you that we are very short of food now?"

The messenger said nothing.

No!

He was also confused, for he knew nothing about the whole matter. The military tribune and the Northern Parliament had issued orders for them to enter the forest and for the alliance to recruit soldiers and attack in one go. There were basically no instructions on other aspects, and in terms of supplies, apart from the weapons used to arm the soldiers, there was only a three-month reserve prepared according to the consumption of the advance army.

I plan to eat locally if everything goes well.

After all, due to the loss of sea control, greenskins and pirates can land anywhere, and coupled with the current unfavorable war situation, the Northern Parliament has made preparations for a long siege like Margarita, and food reserves are naturally the top priority.

The price of food on the market has skyrocketed, mainly because the parliament officials are stockpiling it in preparation for the siege.

The veteran military tribune who issued this order was very resolute on the issue of food. He stated: Since the refugees have already taken root in the Pina Forest, it proves that there is no shortage of food there, not to mention the support of the so-called tribal beastmen... How could a dense and undeveloped forest lack supplies!

The Estalia people have always regarded colonization as an important national policy. Those explorers who braved all obstacles, went deep into the barren land, stepped into the dense forest, traveled through mountains and rivers to develop and explore the new world, have never lacked food!

You are surrounded by lush forests, yet you are worried about lack of food?

After listening to this, El didn't say anything. He was silent for a while, then quickly turned the topic to the signing of a formal alliance. Apart from cursing the Estalia general as a beast, he was very happy in his heart.

He wished that the advance team would arrive now, immediately, and right away, and then he could take out a conscription order, recruit men, and train the army in front of the refugees who were full of expectations and thinking that the kingdom had come to save us.

When a group of refugees who had just lost their homes, escaped from the greenskins' butchers, and survived relying on Aiur's protection, were currently hiding in the forest, enduring hunger and starvation, they were most looking forward to the kingdom coming to save and provide them with relief.

Take those men who don't have enough to eat and have to work hard, otherwise their whole family will be even hungrier, away from their families, make them train on an empty stomach, and return to the battlefield to fight a battle that they have almost no chance of winning.

It is conceivable that public outrage will arise.

......

Even if it doesn't appear, Al will stir it up!

It's not that the refugees don't have hatred for the greenskins, nor do they lack courage and a sense of honor, but the premise is that you have to at least feed them, right? It's not a passive situation where the enemy attacks me and I die without fighting. You let them train on an empty stomach, then walk through the forest, step into the wilderness, and attack those greenskins who are in high morale.

What else can we do if not let them seek death?

The Northern Parliament had thought it through very well. With more than 200,000 people already here, instead of letting them hide in the forest to escape, it would be a good deal if they could let them attack the greenskins as long as they could buy a few more days on the front battlefield, consume more enemies, and reduce the pressure on the front battlefield.

But the only problem is that they did not consider the issue from the perspective of these more than 200,000 refugees.

In the eyes of the refugees, not only did they not receive the food they needed most, but they were also provided with a large amount of useless weapons that could not be eaten. The kingdom that wanted to recruit them into the army was simply sending them to their deaths.

One can imagine how disappointed and even angry the refugees must be.

Maybe the situation won't be that extreme, but...Al will definitely try to make it go in that direction.

He had been thinking about how to win back the hearts of the more than 200,000 refugees and use them for his own benefit. In this way, his base would instantly expand several times, and his subsequent plans to fight for land and swallow up the country would also have strong capital. He had also been wary of the appeal and attraction of the orthodox Kingdom of Estalia to the refugees. As long as this flag was there, it would be difficult for these Estalia people to join the tribe on a large scale. Now the actions of the Northern Council gave Al the best way!

Let the refugees lose their trust and awe of the Kingdom and become disappointed and dissatisfied!

The tribe under the protection of the Four Mothers will bring true well-being to this land.

Al was thinking that the previous plan of "feudalization", delegating power, and corrupting the human nobles could be implemented in advance, and it would be best if it was detonated one after the other with the conscription order of the Northern Parliament.

There is no doubt that this will completely destroy the refugees' faith in the old order and the old kingdom, and they will seek new salvation and destination.

Chapter 121: Lucius and his rations

El continued to communicate with the messenger, and the other party seemed very interested. It was a pleasant experience to meet such a beautiful boy face to face.

The boy had already planned in his mind to dig a bigger and deeper hole that the Northern Parliament had dug for itself, and to completely bury the trust of more than 200,000 refugees in the grave of their stupidity. And those more than 200,000 angry, disappointed, and helpless hearts...

Naturally, the Eternal God chose four goddesses to pick them!

"Hey!"

The line moved!

Al keenly felt the fishing line sinking!

"Bite it, bite it!"

He immediately pulled it up and hooked the fish. A heavy feeling immediately passed through the fishing rod to Al's hand.

Al didn't care what the messenger was saying. He held the pole with both hands, gently lifted it up, and slid along.

Then a huge monster slowly emerged from the water.

First, there was a bald, slimy forehead, fish-like ear fins, small eyes as big as beans, an ugly appearance, and a fishy stench all over the body.

A river troll submerged in water.

Al's hook caught its ear fin.

It floated up from the water with a retching sound, and saw Al, who was holding the fishing rod with a shocked look on his face.

The ferocious expression froze for a moment, then he fell to the ground with a plop, splashing a large amount of water.

With an ugly appearance, it held its head high submissively and looked up at Al with its small eyes.

The boy wiped his face, expressionless, and put away his fishing rod.

Lift your left leg horizontally in front of you.

"Snapped!"

"What's the point of keeping you if I can't catch any fish!"

fall!

"Didn't I mark the water source and forbid the trolls from approaching it?"

He turned his head and questioned. Holding the cover, there were five seals, symbolizing the four gods and the symbol of Ai's unification of chaos. The name was very impressive, called "Genesis", which was actually a mixture of a bunch of myths, mainly showing the power of the four mothers and Ai's power, destined to rule the nations and conquer the worlds:

Children's books.

A fairy tale for young children.

The children of Ai'er love it very much, and one of their great entertainments besides training and work is to pester their older brothers and sisters, or people who are in a "elder" position, to tell them about it.

The wisenthorn scratched the feathers on its forehead with its claws, walked forward, and asked the troll in the language of wild beasts why he broke the rules.

The troll that splashed water on Al looked aggrieved. Under Al's training, these brainless monsters that were even worse than the greenskins finally made some progress in intelligence. They could understand things faster and express more emotions than before.

Its small eyes revealed an emotion called "pity and grievance", which surprised the messenger. A stupid creature like the troll would actually voluntarily surrender to an individual that looked so much "weaker" than itself before being knocked down, and even its wildness was restrained very well.

Then it made some strange chirping noises. Through the blessing of omniscience and the understanding of the wisecorn staff, Al understood what it meant.

"I was sleeping at the bottom of the river, and it came here for no apparent reason. My ears itched, so I got up and looked, and I saw the boss..."

Al stuck the pole into the soft mud on the shore, like a broken sword and its scabbard, and invited the messenger to enter the camp for a detailed discussion, then turned around and walked back angrily.

There is no hope of catching any fish today.

Halfway through the walk, he stopped.

His expression was cloudy and uncertain.

El paid for it himself. If he went out fishing and got nothing, he would be like the men who went out hunting and gathering and returned empty-handed. It would be very disappointing, and in the long run... it would be detrimental to his reputation as the Eternal Chosen One!

So he stopped, looked around, and tried to find out if there was anything he could take back that could be considered "prey".

Finally, I saw a few clumps of what looked like berries standing in the woods.

Bright eyes.

The messengers followed behind, watching as the mighty, ferocious beast guards went about doing the work of farmers, chopping down the berry bushes, harvesting them, and holding them in their arms.

Al put on the mask contentedly, sat in the palm of the blessed bull Alastair, and went back towards the tribe.

.......

"Lord Harold, why is today's quota less again?"

The man unloaded the large bundle of wood on his back, hunched over with his hands on his knees, wiped the sweat from his face while panting, and shook his hands. After his companion in front of him left angrily, he took his place.

The person in charge of counting the goods received sat on a chair, writing and drawing on a notebook with a pen. His nonchalant expression formed a sharp contrast with the embarrassed man.

He took out a sweat towel, wiped his forehead, picked out three small long sticks from the box beside him, thought for a moment, put one back, replaced it with a short one and gave it to the man.

Lucius's face flushed immediately. He straightened up and was about to speak, but then he paused and bent down slightly, trying his best to control his tone and voice: "Master Harold, there are three adults in our family and two children..."

"Why are you saying this?" Harold's face showed a trace of astonishment, which made Lucius even have the illusion that he had said something wrong. He gritted his teeth and said, "The child has been crying for hunger since the day before yesterday. If..."

The man stood up suddenly, startled Lucius and he took two steps back.

The short logistics officer looked much taller than him, and the expression on his face was even more majestic.

Harold frowned and lectured Lucius in a dissatisfied and reprimanding tone:

"Okay, you don't have to say it, I know."

"Everywhere is in difficulty now!" Logistics officer Harold suddenly raised his voice, put his hands behind his back, walked out from behind the desk and paced back and forth, with a sullen face and his belly shaking slightly.

"At least everyone here can have food to eat. In other strongholds, the poorer ones have even started to run out of food! We can only barely survive thanks to the support of our headquarters, otherwise people will starve to death soon!"

Harold's words made Lucius secretly feel fearful. He couldn't help but clench the two long and one broken sticks in his hands, feeling uneasy.

"What about the kingdom? I heard that the kingdom's aid has arrived. Can we leave the forest and go to Bilbarry or somewhere else..." Lucius asked tentatively. Harold just sighed, seemed to be hesitant to speak, and waved his hand.

"You should go back first and send the food back quickly. Come find me after the sun sets. I have something to discuss with you."

The words of the supply officer sounded so irresistible that Lucius had to quicken his pace uneasily and ran to the warehouse. He completed the registration with the guards in charge, and then a yawning man came out carrying a bag that was bulging with stuff.

Lucius took it from him with gratitude, untied the rope in front of the guards, and carefully examined it under their mocking eyes. He had failed last time, and the bag he brought back was filled with several rotten fruits that were completely inedible.

It was impossible to exchange it. The food had already been distributed, and it was none of their business if it went bad. He could only silently curse those idiots guarding the warehouse for dereliction of duty and letting things like fruits that were difficult to preserve go bad before sending them out.

Chapter 122: Night....Outdoors....

Raw meat, dried meat, wheat flour, hard bread, beans...Lucius was lucky enough to take out a very delicate bottle from the bag, which contained red, appetizing-looking granules.

caviar!

He excitedly uncorked the bottle and took a sniff.

Hmm! The taste hasn't changed, it's not bad!

Lucius quickly put the cork back in the bottle and was about to put the things away when the man who had given him the food suddenly came over and grabbed his hand.

"Hey! Wait!"

"What are you going to do!" Lucius stood up suddenly, grasped the bag tightly in his hand, and looked at the warehouse manager vigilantly.

"You can't take this." The man snorted, cursing, "Which bastard drank too much horse urine and stuffed this thing into the bag?"

"This is my family's rations. It's what the kingdom gave me. It's already mine. Why can't I take it?"

Lucius didn't care about that. He picked up the rope, tied it up quickly, and then carried it on his shoulder.

"What did I say when I brought those rotten fruits to you last time? 'These are given to you by the kingdom. They already belong to you. As for the fact that they cannot be eaten, that is your business. It has nothing to do with us.'"

He said sarcastically, still feeling a little upset about what happened last time.

The warehouse manager just clapped his hands, not caring about Lucius's emotions at all. "This thing is now a precious material with a special use. The idiot in charge of preparing it must have made a mistake by stuffing it into your bag."

Suddenly a loud shout was heard from inside the warehouse.

"You're the fool, Colum!"

"Fuck you!"

The warehouse manager turned around and cursed, then continued to try to persuade Lucius to hand over the caviar.

"Listen, that stuff is rare now. It's not for you to take back to spread on black bread. Give it back and I'll give you another loaf! How about a loaf and a half?"

"Wait until next time, my friend. Next time I'll trade you half a bottle for one."