Warhammer

The logistics officer was sitting on the chair and shouting nervously, but suddenly he changed the subject and calmed down.

"Where can you go? Soon you will go to the battlefield, join the army, wash away the shame, recover the lost territory, and restore honor; aha! What beautiful words, I hope Grace and her two children will be taken care of, and her lame brother will have a new brother-in-law."

Lucius clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

His face remained calm, "What do you mean?"

The fat supply officer Harold chuckled, stood up, pulled out a bag from the cabinet and threw it on the table.

"A call from the kingdom. All those who have military experience must join the army and form an advance corps to attack the greenskins in the south."

A cruel, ugly smile appeared on his face.

"You must immediately rush to the tribal camp in the south to receive reorganization and training from the kingdom's generals."

"Now?"

Lucius shook his head. "Where's the food? Has the Kingdom's support arrived?"

"Not a grain of food will be distributed to you. Only those who start serving can get their own rations." Harold smiled and said, "I told you, I am the king here, this is my kingdom! Whoever I want to feed will be fed. Think carefully, Lucius. Whoever I want to send will go!"

"And after you leave, before you die under the greenskins' butcher's knife, who do you think will starve to death first, Joel, Grace, or the two children?"

"absurd!"

Lucius moved forward in anger, but he didn't realize that the guards had already entered the room, holding their spears, alert to his movements.

Lucius was caught in a dilemma and froze in place, staring at the ugly face.

"Okay, don't be angry with me. Everything is the kingdom's order, and I am just following my orders!"

"Including withholding food? Forcing women to become prostitutes?" Lucius shouted angrily. He hoped that the guards would suddenly turn around and join him in denouncing the corruption and depravity of the supply officer, bringing him to justice and sending him to the parliament for judgment.

But the guards just stared at him with ill intent, as if ready to poke a few holes in him at any time.

Lucius realized that what the logistics officer said, "The warehouse guards and managers are all his people," was not false. All of them were lackeys who were controlled and bought by the logistics officer using his power!

"otherwise?!"

Harold opened his arms, as if inviting him, and said: "Those stupid beasts handed over the supplies to us; and the people handed over the distribution and management to us; isn't this my right? I can do whatever I want! Here I am the king! You are all my generals, my ministers, and my dukes!"

A guard deliberately lowered his hat and said, "Salute to you, His Royal Highness Harold, the great prince of the tribe."

There was a burst of laughter.

Lucius found this ridiculous.

He just wanted to leave now, take Grace Joel and the children, and change places! Change camp life!

Obviously, Harold and the guards would not agree.

"I have had my eye on you for a long time, Lucius..."

The supply officer gathered all the wine glasses, poured a glass of wine for everyone present, and then spoke to him in an appreciative tone, as if everything was just beginning.

"You've been in the army, made contributions, and even served as an officer. I need you. You're a talent."

"Be my 'general'."

Harold invited, then opened the cabinet against the wall, which was full of various kinds of wine and a fragrance spread in the air.

"Look at my collection. I used up a lot of my food rations to exchange for these things from the Tulip Chamber of Commerce." He took a deep breath. The graceful fragrance of the wine made everyone in the field look eager.

But Lucius just found it disgusting.

"There is no shortage of food, at least we won't be short of it."

The supply officer shouted excitedly: "Join me, all of this, the wealth of my kingdom, will be shared with you! Shared! We are the masters here, not the distant parliament, not the stupid beasts! We! It's us! Only us!"

"Long live the Kingdom of Harold!"

The guards all responded to him, but Lucius remained where he was without saying a word.

"I invited you three times, Lucius. Three times."

The supply officer's expression turned sullen, and the guards slowly moved forward, ready to attack.

"There are many wild animals in the Pina Forest. We will pass through a section of the forest on the way here. I believe it is easy for a wild animal to kill a man, even a 'deserter'."

The supply officer gave the final ultimatum, and Lucius's clenched fists first clenched, then loosened.

The man's spirit and energy seemed to collapse all of a sudden. He let go of his strength, exhaled a breath of foul air, and raised his head with difficulty:

"Harold, long live King Harold..."

He took the wine glass handed to him by the supply officer, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The scene became harmonious.

"His Majesty" pulled out a box filled with a variety of bottles and cans, several loaves of white bread stacked together, and two hams.

Harold opened a bottle, dipped his finger in a little, put it in his mouth to taste it, and showed a satisfied expression.

"Try this, Lucius. Fresh caviar. Tulip's gang of profiteers and I spent half a man's rations for a bottle of this."

"As long as you follow me faithfully, you will have everything you need!"

He handed the bottle to Lucius. The man stood there, looking at the familiar glass bottle, not even knowing whether he should raise his hand to take it.

"Try the King's grace, Lucius, and take it easy."

One of the guards put down his spear, put his arm around his shoulder with a grin, and pushed him forward.

"Your Majesty, can I have a bottle of wine?" Another guard asked tentatively, "That guy Wenger said that if anyone can give him a bottle of wine, he will let his wife sleep with him!"

"I'll give you two bottles! The condition is that he has to watch me while I sleep with his wife!"

"Ha ha!"

Lucius joined the feast in a daze.

He held the bottle of caviar in his hand tightly, never letting go from beginning to end.

Chapter 124: After all the sex, let’s talk about moles. Is it a problem that all men have?

The corrupt supply officer is a microcosm of the bureaucratic group that controls the allocation of resources and the management of refugees.

The better ones among them would just sell inferior goods as good ones and withhold food. After all, in the context of the overall food shortage, food is the most important resource and everyone would want to have more.

Al deliberately let the tribesmen only communicate with these maggots to make it easier to pass the buck later. Although the beastmen can quickly move back and forth between the gathering places through the power of the forest and the earth veins, only the tribe can master this power, and he also deliberately hid this from humans.

Some who have gone too far have begun to use the excuse of food shortage to openly abuse their power in the gathering places. Since the distribution of supplies is all coordinated through them, it is difficult for them to survive by relying on hunting and gathering in their headquarters. It is also impossible for ordinary people to provide their own food and cross the dense forest alone to go to other tribes for help.

The power of corruption is more terrible than Al imagined.

This group of representatives and officials who used to be glamorous, just because of the right to distribute materials and the external environment of an independent kingdom, became the tyrants who held absolute power in the survivor camps like those in previous apocalyptic wasteland literary works under the dark manipulation of the revelers.

The boy sought the answer from the All-Knowing One, and the Lord of the Ouroboros told him that this was because the Pina Forest had been infected by the power of the Everchosen and the Four Gods, and was gradually transforming into a unique environment similar to the Great Forest of Athel Loren.

Therefore, the power of the Four Gods is multiplied here, and correspondingly, the emotions they control will also be more affected.

The more depraved the more depraved, the more ambitious the more ambitious...El slapped his legs and thought that he had been addicted to sex recently, and it was because of this reason that he was ridiculed by the Joy Girl.

As we all know, Athel Loren is a place full of magic and wonder, where even time is often in chaos. Stories similar to the story of the Broken Man, or vice versa, often occur.

The Pina Forest has a tendency to transform into this special environment.

Prior to this, Ai'er ordered the mages and shamans of the Council of Scholars to join forces and awaken the veins of the Pina Forest through a ceremony. The power of the four gods then permeated the land, making it full of vitality and all things began to flourish.

Wild animals and plants grew wildly, but as a result, they also became more dangerous.

The power of the four gods has formed a balanced situation here, with you in me and me in you. The population of the beastmen in the Aiel tribe is constantly growing, and the cubs born are growing faster and stronger than before, looking like ordinary versions of the descendants of Aiel.

The beasts began to be possessed by the power of the Four Gods and changed their forms. For example, a tusked beast similar to a wild boar might appear:

The enhanced version of the Blood Mother is flaming red with spikes all over her back. She is extremely aggressive and wants to ram trees and rocks that are blocking her way.

The Mother's Shelter version is covered in black mud and rocks, and is covered with fungi, mushrooms, and plants, and moves in groups;

Lust version, can be in heat 24 hours a day like humans, and can even rely on body instinct to mate while asleep, used as a breeding pig, anyway, it is an omnivorous animal, and can eat troll meat;

There are also some weird ones like a vengeful red hound, a giant toad covered with vines and flowers, a two-headed bird...

However, the effectiveness of mortal hunting and gathering has been greatly reduced, and casualties are very likely to occur.

Plants haven’t behaved quite that dramatically yet, but there are already rumors of sightings of “goblins, fairies, mysterious shadows, moving flowers, talking trees, mushrooms with human faces” and all sorts of other things in the woodlands.

Al was not opposed to such a change, because Pina Forest must be the headquarters of his tribe. For the beastmen, the more dangerous it was, the safer they would be to some extent. Even if they were defeated in the future and lost their weapons and armor, they could return to the mountains and forests and fight back, and the enemy would not be able to penetrate deeply.

But the problem is that the refugees under the protection of the tribe can't hold on.

Unless they completely abandon their own civilization, integrate into nature and tribal life, they are destined not to fully adapt here and be accepted by the Pina Forest.

And El certainly doesn't want to be an ultimate otaku like the wood elves in the future. He wants to use the powerful force of his tribe to attack the Estalia people, conquer the kingdom, let barbarism and civilization merge, arm the barbarism with the creativity of civilization, and defend the eternal choice of civilization with barbaric force.

Therefore, it is very important for him that these refugees maintain their original way in this regard. The purpose of bringing these refugees with great difficulty is to integrate and accept them, and then use these people as a springboard for the basic base to rule and manage and accept more southerners, rather than assimilate them all into tribal men.

So he was also considering whether it was time to take action?

The loving mother had been disappointed with the chaos created by the refugee dignitaries during this period. She did not interfere with Al's decision. The suffering he caused would eventually be tolerated by this kind-hearted forgiver.

Al believed that Mother God understood that brief indulgence and darkness were preparations for long-term light, but the darkness before the light was indeed sometimes unbearable.

Feeling that his kind and loving mother, who embraced everything in the world with a heart as broad as the earth, was silently grieving for what his eldest son had done, Al, who was destined to have a life inseparable from filial piety, still felt a little ashamed.

Al is so desperate for maternal love that he will never give up on the existing one:

The love of the goat mother, the love of the centaur girl, the deformed love of the paladin, the love of the swordswoman from her initial resentment to her current love with some Stockholm syndrome, the love of the goat women, the love of his offspring and tribesmen, the love of his wife, the love of his biological mother who he had longed for but could not get so he chose to let go... and he is satisfied with the "love" of four or five powerful goddesses.

Always craving for more, for Al, even if he realized that this was the influence of the Pleasure Maker on him that amplified the desires in his heart, Al was willing and regarded it as a blessing.

So how could Al let that "motherly love" down?

......

The mother Malena's plump breasts were constantly rubbed in the boy's hands, changing into various shapes. The two raised cherry nipples were bright red, and sweet milk seeped out of them.

Al kept moving his lower body, allowing the boy's sword to go in and out of his wife's flower room.

The weapon was not yet worn out, but the scabbard could no longer bear the weight.

Although his sexual preferences have changed a lot towards the Fury orcs, Al still likes his wife's normal human beauty very much. This makes him happy to try something new when he is surrounded by beast girls and the Fury forces occupy a major position in the harem.

The holy warrior gradually became a womanizer, and the way El played with her was a little heavier. Now the restraints of the female swordsman An had not been completely opened, and El untied the ball gag and the restraints below her chest. The boy opened her legs and rammed her violently, while listening to the sweet breath of the female mercenary who was involuntarily catering to and obeying him, and then was fucked over and over by the boy's spear and babbled nonsense.

In his wife, he could experience the feeling of being united with a normal, mature, gentle, generous and plump young woman.

So Al has been particularly fond of his wife recently.

In fact, Al is quite loyal (hush). If he wants normal human women, given the current situation, among the more than 200,000 refugees, there are many more women than men. Even if there are 100,000 people, he can have sex with hundreds of people every day without repeating the same thing. However, those corrupt dignitaries will only try their best to collect beautiful women and give them to the "Beast King" as if to please him.

But the ordinary human woman around El is currently just his wife.

If you don't count the Paladin Claudia and the Swordswoman Ann.

Finally, all the milky white essence was sent into the wife's flower house. Her plump thighs tightly wrapped around the boy's waist, and the feeling of heat spread to the deepest part of her body.

The lady's moaning ended, she let out a long breath, and her body went limp.

Al and his wife were affectionate for a while before he slowly withdrew from her body.

Then, with the help of the sheep maids, he cleaned himself, changed his clothes, and walked out of the house.

His current residence is no longer the big tent that was full of wildness and was actually very simple.

Craftsmen among the refugees were gathered together and used the stones and wood they brought to build a palace in the forest for him.

The original design was that the largest room could accommodate hundreds of people for a party.

However, El does not need it yet, so he reduced its size. It used to have three halls in the middle and back. The front hall can be opened to facilitate large subordinates to enter and hold military meetings with El. The middle hall is where the servants are, and the back room is the private space for El and his harem.

The techniques of sound insulation, anti-reconnaissance, etc. are done very well.

In addition, since Ai'er is the eternally chosen one blessed by the four gods, apart from beings like Lilith and Bilak who are good at prophecy and peeping, there are very few beings or gods who can see him directly. Even if they can guess where he is, they cannot see his specific situation.

In this regard, the one who seems to be the most hidden is the legendary chameleon of the Lizardmen, Osiyotan, a big guy who has been stirring up trouble in the Chaos Realm alone for seven thousand years. It is said that it did not die at the end of the world, and no one knows where it has hidden. It is estimated that the destruction of Lustria and the Lizardmen made this chameleon lose its direction.

Al found that he had a habit of thinking about serious matters after having sex, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

Or are all men like this?

Keyboard politics is sexy, sexy is keyboard politics.....

He thought about it, and then continued to go fishing with the blessed bull Alastar and the guards - this time he also brought a few shrewd beastman trappers.

Ever since he discovered that these shrewd hunters could help him explore and drive away schools of fish and ensure that the fish would bite, he would bring a few of them with him every time he went fishing.