Warhammer

He claimed to be the Eternal Chosen God (Beast King) and was so concerned about food that he even went out hunting and fishing himself, worrying about his allies and refugees. Everyone knew it.

Who wouldn’t be moved?

Chapter 125: Name Change, Barbatos and Kael'thas

Al went fishing and slacked off a bit, but he was also busy.

The Russian Tsar once said at the end of the 19th century: "The Russian Tsar is still fishing, Europe can wait for a while."

Although he was actually talking about his own subjects, he was also the most impressive one among the fishermen.

Al is considering doing COS in the future.

Niu Niu was handling government affairs, and the two heirs following Al were Simon from the Second Legion and Feng from the Third Legion.

The genetic origin of "Mortal Watch" and "Sons of Aiur"...Legion Master.

Al's four offspring are exactly two boys and two... er, one boy... er...

The boy put the fishing rod on the stand and turned his head to stare at the fourth brother who was a half-rabbit and half-orc.

Wind Al.

The rosy white skin seems to be glowing with peach blossoms, the amber eyes are always shining brightly, and the cheerful little braids never stop swinging along with its lively and active owner.

Beautiful, handsome, charming, and good-looking... a very complex temperament, with an appearance similar to Al himself but more neutral.

He is the most lively and cheerful one among all the descendants. He is very friendly and likes to jump around in the tribe. He can get along well with everyone.

My handsome daughter, my beautiful son...

Feng has no Adam's apple and his chest is flat, so it is difficult to tell his or her gender just from his or her appearance.

Even Al, the "father", is often confused.

The third child was lying on the ground, counting the moving ants out of boredom, and did not notice the gaze of his young father.

The round buttocks are arched high, the waist is slender, except for the lack of protrusion, all other aspects look good, a body suitable for pounding...

Bah Bah!

Al quickly turned his gaze back to the fishing rod and began to fantasize about his offspring. How could he be such a wicked villain!

Suddenly, an idea came to my mind and a certain fragment and image flashed through my memory.

I immediately felt that it was such a perfect fit.

"cough."

The young father was wearing a mask, so his children could not see his expression, but whether it was Feng who was lying on the ground or Simon who was sitting next to the young father holding a book and reading silently, they all stood up immediately and waited to obey his orders.

"Um, Old Four..."

"Eh?" Someone obviously didn't expect Al to call him, and tilted his head, curious.

She thought her young father would ask Simon to handle something, and she usually didn't care much about it. Although she could still do a good job, Feng's legion and tribe were more decentralized compared to her elder sister Misha, Simon, and Karen, because the legion leader himself preferred to have fun.

Wind's talent is more reflected in spellcasting and boosting morale. The Third Legion is the one with the best and most lively overall atmosphere.

Normally, Feng prefers drinking, music, singing and dancing. In short, it is a banquet with all the sounds and colors.

"Well, it suddenly occurred to me that you might want to consider changing your name like Misha?"

Al suggested.

"Hey..." The handsome daughter looked confused, "But this is the name you gave me, Dad..."

"No impact, no impact at all!" Al clapped his hands. He dropped the fishing rod in excitement and quickly picked it up and held it in his hand. However, the fish was probably gone again after being startled for a moment.

"It's similar to the original name, and also means 'wind'. How about 'Barbatos'?"

Al probed.

The third daughter thought about it for a moment, and seemed to think it was a good idea. She nodded and said, "Okay! Barbatos El!"

Then he hugged his little father, put his face against his, rubbed his mask against the boy's, then cheered and went to have fun somewhere else.

I guess he went to find someone else to share it with.

Al looked at the unstoppable waves on the water and sighed, but he was still a little happy in his heart.

When I turned around, I saw Simon, a man with goat horns, messy hair, and a bookish and scholarly temperament, standing beside me with a slightly conflicted expression.

"Father, I..." The young man, who seemed to be more mature than Al, blushed and looked a little embarrassed. "Should I also choose a new name?"

The second one also looks eager to try.

Misha and Feng, now called Barbatos, were both renamed by El. Although the former was a meme at first, but the gender was not recognized and a patch was made later, Feng was innocent and El felt that it was very consistent with the image in his memory.

But now it seems that this is regarded as a symbol of fatherly love.

Al thought about it for a while, and although he felt it was unnecessary, he still picked a name from his memory.

"How is Kael'thas?"

"The meaning is... chasing the sun."

Al picked up another name. From his memory, it was an image from a classic work of a company that went out of business in the middle of the century.

Simon was very happy.

From now on, he will be called Kael'thas Simon Eyre.

However, the second son did not show his emotions as much as the third daughter who was raised as a son. He just touched his chest politely, and his joy was evident in his words.

Sometimes Al felt ashamed of himself. He felt that he was not like a father, or at least he did less for his children than the foster care agency did for him.

El gave them power, but the price was that from then on they had to serve their common father forever, obey El's orders and go to the battlefield, but their fanaticism and loyalty to El still seem so dazzling and enthusiastic until now.

The diplomats of the advance corps came again, the third time this week. They had been probing and urging Ai'er, hoping that the tribe could help them with "recruiting soldiers and building an army". At the very least, with the assistance of the tribe, the recruitment order could be conveyed to various scattered gathering places. At the same time, the tribe also needed to provide supplies and guides so that personnel could flow and concentrate effectively.

Al intentionally created estrangement and misunderstanding between the advance corps and the refugees. He restricted the activities of the former. In order not to anger the "Beast King" who was said to be "as vengeful and face-conscious as the dwarves", they obeyed the orders and the 3,000-man team stayed within the area designated for them by Al.

However, because it is close to the tribal headquarters, they can interact with the tribesmen and refugees, so it won't be too boring. At least it is better than marching in the uninhabited wilderness and woods for several days in a row.

So until now, the advance corps only knows that the tribes and refugees are short of food, but they don’t know how serious the situation is.

The corrupt and powerful are doing their best to mess things up. Although it has not reached the point where people are starving to death, it is common to see people looking pale and demoralized. Only the situation at the tribal headquarters is slightly better.

At this time, if the tribe suddenly turned against them and wanted to sacrifice the Blood Mother and massacre the refugees, they might not be able to provoke much resistance.

Al turned a blind eye to the corruption of the powerful and effectively indulged their inner desires. Under the influence of the power of pleasure, this group of people is gradually moving towards lawlessness. According to the evidence collected by Al, it has almost reached the point where hanging per capita is not too much.

The advance corps was also optimistic that although supplies might be a little difficult to come by, as long as the tribal allies were willing to provide substantial financial support, their second step could still be easily taken.

As for the corrupt dignitaries, although they are despicable now, their brains are still intact. They have not forgotten the principle that tribes and kingdoms are the largest and whoever is closer to them and has the stronger fist is the biggest.

I am also willing to cooperate with the orders of the Northern Parliament and show that I am working hard and being responsible. Although I have embezzled food, leaving everyone hungry, and I have been dissolute, taking my lackeys to partake in revelry every night and bully men and women, I am still a capable and loyal minister of the kingdom!

So everyone patted their chests and said to the superiors of the advance corps: We will do our best to contribute and provide food! We will definitely complete the kingdom's orders! For the goddess, for the kingdom, for the honor!

Al knew this, but turned a blind eye.

He is waiting.

Once the advance corps and the refugee nobles joined forces, they pushed the refugees, whose numbers far exceeded their combined power, to the point where they could no longer endure it.

And then with the force of thunder!

Pest control!

Heart-stealing!

He was not very interested in communicating with the envoy, even though the latter was an excellent diplomat who had been to Osun and the court of Altdorf and was quite famous. He left the matter to his descendants to deal with, as Simon and Kael'thas were very good at such matters.

He carried his fishing rod, sat in Alastair's palm, and returned to the tribe.

On the way, we also saw the messenger's entourage carrying large and small boxes of things hanging on the road. There were also a few women dressed up beautifully in the team, each with plump and large breasts. It seemed that they had specially learned about it and planned to please Al.

Seeing the real leader returning in the opposite direction, they stood there in a daze, not knowing whether to continue to follow the leader or to make contact nearby. However, Al ignored them and went back with the Barbarian Bull Commander.

Calculate the time.

almost.

Chapter 126: Die if you obey, and die if you rebel!

Pina Forest.

There are currently more than 200,000 Estalia refugees, conservatively estimated. If we include the tribal beastmen, whose numbers have been growing and have now exceeded 40,000, the population is nearly 300,000.

This is also a heavy burden for the Pina Forest, which has not yet been fully developed.

Al has ordered people to continue cutting troll meat and cooking it until it is well-cooked before it can be eaten by stronger adults.

Outside the tribal headquarters, "people are hungry and exhausted." What's worse, some have completely turned from refugees to starving people, busy every day just to get a bite of food for themselves and their families.

However, in these places, there is a group of people who are living a much more comfortable life than before.

After all, resources are scarce, but not to the point where they are unsustainable. As for where the "missing" food has gone, a vague element of suspicion has already begun to emerge in the hearts of the refugees.

However, most places are still able to survive. After all, compared to dying in a greenskin massacre and starving in the forest, most people can still tell the difference between the two.

The Beastmen's food supply was also being reduced, but the reduced share was actually being redeployed to support other places instead of being hidden in Aiel's warehouses and used for his own indulgence. However, to some extent, the tribe was Aiel's "private property". He was a supreme ruler who possessed three qualities: secular leadership, religious beliefs, and popular support.

This kind of thing is just a matter of transferring money from one hand to the other. Anyway, Al will not starve.

The Eternal Chosen has gone hunting personally, isn't that enough? (Annoyed)

The Angry Horn Guards are dispatched!

Of course, no one, least of all the Beastmen, would question Al.

He is the arbiter of transcendence.

......

However, when an order was delivered to every refugee gathering point in the forest through the officers from the "Estalia Kingdom-Northern Council-Southern War Zone Pina Forest Vanguard Corps" with the help of the tribe, it still caused a commotion among the hungry people.

"We are starving and have to eat leaves and dig up earthworms. Not only does the kingdom not provide us with food aid, it also drags our men to the battlefield to die!"

The hungry man, who had lost a lot of weight compared to before he entered the forest, with sunken eyes, was among the assembled crowd. He listened to the officials from the Northern Parliament on the makeshift platform reading the thick conscription order in his hand, and waved his fist in the air in anger.

At the same time, countless hands raised their fists, expressing their dissatisfaction with the kingdom's orders.

"Let us eat, and we will serve!"

"Yes! If the kingdom doesn't provide me with food, I'd rather dig for earthworms than go to the battlefield!"

"If you starve to death in the forest, you can still be with your family; if you die on the battlefield, no one will bury your body!"

The sentiment is exciting.

The herald from the advance corps had a grim expression on his face. He kept explaining and comforting people, but he became more and more agitated, as if he was affected by the situation in the field. His pupils turned red and his anger rose sharply.

"enough!"

The herald standing on the high platform suddenly drew out his sword, and the shining weapon shone with a cold light.

"I bring the kingdom's orders! And you - if you still have a shred of honor, Estalia, then obey the kingdom's orders! If you are still the people of the goddess, then you should take up arms and return to the battlefield where you have been tarnished with shame and defeat because of your cowardice!" The herald roared uncontrollably, shouting at the crowd.

"Wash it all away with blood!"

"As for the food problem, that is not the first thing you should consider! The greenskin army is ahead, the kingdom is in danger, every man should take up arms to defend civilization!"

"The colonial heroes of Estalia once went deep into the jungle with only one week's worth of dry food for each person and found treasure! - And you are surrounded by dense forests, but you tell the kingdom that you lack food?" He used here the words of the famous military tribune when discussing the arrangements for the refugees from the Pina Forest in the parliament before departure, which completely angered the people whose dissatisfaction was on the verge of eruption.

"Fuck you, let the congressman himself emulate the colonial hero!" A man grabbed a handful of scattered stones and mud from the ground and threw them at the herald.

"My grandson has starved to death, and now you are taking my son away to die!" A white-haired old man, who was so thin that his bones were just visible, had bulging pupils and was burning with anger.

The latter was caught off guard and hit in the eye, causing him to fall back screaming.

The supply officer standing next to him was horrified at the sight and quickly called for the guards to surround the herald in the middle, but the refugees, who had formed a human wall, soon blocked them in the middle, with angry people, spitting and cursing from all directions.

The herald officer covered his eyes, with blood dripping down his face. The refugees had suffered for more than three months, while the supply officer, who had enjoyed food for three months, was panicked and didn't know what to do.

The angry faces around him once greeted and requested him respectfully, fawningly, and humbly every day in front of him.

Many were even willing to work for him, and even allowed their wives, daughters, or sons to "serve the logistics officer."

He had always thought that these civilians and refugees were a group of weak lambs, and he would be the well-deserved "shepherd" of this sheepfold.

Only now did he realize how weak his power was in comparison, relying only on a few guards and lackeys who had begun to waver.