Warhammer

We must work hard towards this goal!

If you can't even defeat the Greenskins and the Estalia, then stop daydreaming and think about how you will die at the End.

We stopped and walked along the way and arrived at the military camp. The troops gathered and were stationed, but there was no drill at this time.

Al recalled that the beastmen had a fighting instinct. At present, the overall supply of materials was very tight and scarce. Increasing training would increase consumption, and this consumption was rigid and could not be compensated by faith fanaticism alone. The need for training could be put aside for now and regulations could be formulated after development.

However, the training level of the human legion seems to be on the low side. Not to mention the recruited militia reserves, the regular auxiliary legion with a quota of 6,000 generally only exercises once every three to five days.

This seemed very difficult for Al to understand, and when he asked, he learned that this was the intensity of the training of the Kingdom's standing army.

There are more phalanx troops, but they are mainly ritualistic. After all, no one would have thought that a real war would break out one day. The hypothetical Tyrells and Estalia are at about the same level. As for the loosely divided Bretonnia, it is unlikely to invade its southern neighbor with great fanfare.

Al could only silently...Thanks to the frequent wars and various monsters and demons before the medieval world won the last End of Days, basically most areas should be considered to be full of martial virtues if converted into the Middle Ages of the Earth. Military-related qualities - things that a soldier needs to possess, just like eating, drinking water and mating, are necessary abilities for most people (mostly men of course), and do not require or are not required for training.

After the End of Time, this trait declined somewhat, especially in the Southern Kingdom, which was relatively more harmonious before the End of Time compared to the Old World of the Northern Empire.

Al is not the type of person who will do something on a whim; he likes to make preparations. When it is difficult to provide more generous material supplies and incentives, as well as other temptations (such as patriotism, room for advancement, etc.), he will not rashly interfere in the situation.

But it's a bit annoying.

Chapter 154: Al, he looks like a model of a benevolent monarch!

Al considered implementing the new military code of conduct in both the human and beastman legions once the supply of materials could catch up.

Compared with the numerous challenges and obstacles he is bound to encounter along the way, as well as the inevitable crisis of world destruction in the end, he has too few cards. He must try his best to strengthen himself through all possible means in order to wait for the coming time.

Al simply stopped hiding his whereabouts and walked directly in the military camp. As expected, all the soldiers came to visit him immediately. Although Al was not good at putting on a show, he still tried his best to comfort them.

When talking to the beastmen, he would talk about the gifts from the four mothers and the great achievements of the tribe. In between, he would recall the glorious days when the beastmen followed him to fight and open up the forest.

To the human army that was about to set out, Aiel spoke at length about the justice of fighting against the greenskins, "Behind us is our home, and under the protection of the Four Mothers! I hope you will fight bravely and never retreat!" He also interspersed some other things, like "Beastmen and humans have been one since ancient times, but they vary from place to place", "I have always been a human, and the Four Gods have entrusted me with important tasks for the tribe, but I also have great respect for the goddess Myrmidia", "My heart is always connected with the Estalia people".

Things like that.

It's just that the identity, status, and scene are not right.

If he was born in a family within the empire, drank from the confluence of the Marek and Talak rivers (Aldolf), asked the archbishop how many layers of the imperial crown there were, commanded the Chinese and foreign military forces, entered the palace with swords and shoes, entered the court without bowing, praised and worshipped without naming..., he might even say with emotion: I am the son of the people of the empire, I love my motherland.

In short, the skill that Al has mastered, which allows him to decide his identity and attribute preferences according to local conditions, and even his beliefs, seems to be very effective at present.

After all, to his subordinates, he holds the dual identities of a secular ruler and a symbol of faith, and he has personal abilities and achievements, as well as the strong prestige brought by a stable auxiliary system. In this case, if Al wants to be a tyrant, his subordinates can only accept his fate, according to the norm in the Middle Ages.

He was able to humble himself and show concern for the soldiers and civilians, and his behavior (half of it was sincere) made him a model of a benevolent monarch according to the average standard of this world.

The kingdom, which had watched the supply officials in the stronghold team up with the representatives of the powerful among the refugees to embezzle food supplies, cruelly oppress the people, and issue a conscription order to conscript all men to serve as cannon fodder in the south and die for the northern defense plan, was fortunate to be able to join the brave, wise, philanthropic and charismatic Eternal Chosen and join the united and friendly family of the tribe.

Even among the common people, the most stubborn believers of the goddess Myrmidia and supporters of the kingdom, when the conscription order was conveyed and the public was excited, would not say such words as "Don't ask what the kingdom can do for you, ask what you can do for the kingdom!" or "I would rather die by the greenskin's knife to support the defense of the north!" Instead, they all kept a low profile and followed the public's wave of "If the kingdom orders me to die, I might as well join the tribe and survive."

Then they secretly yearn for their homeland and delay the conversion as much as possible, or simply make a false confession at first glance, which is the type of "pretending to convert but regretting it later".

The number of these saboteurs who are regarded as thorns in the eyes of El and are extremely threatening is actually very small. After all, in the medieval world, this kind of behavior of defecting and wanting to change ships after taking advantage of the opponent is extremely rare, if not non-existent, and the consequences are also very serious.

The character of a tall dwarf who values ​​trust and bears grudges that Al created for himself and the tribe is still very useful. At least those who believe in him really believe in him, and are more accepting of the tribe as a whole.

Those few who have ulterior motives and do not really want to be savages in the tribe and believe in the four mother gods of the beastmen, dare not easily flee because of the "revenge" setting, for fear that the beastmen will be like the dwarves who were once keen on keeping records in little notebooks, and will bring a large army to their doorstep for revenge without any explanation.

Therefore, most of the time, they do it secretly, at most making a few comments when people complain that life is not as comfortable as before.

It won’t be a big deal for now, but Al is already taking precautions.

The refugees were able to escape the tyranny of the kingdom because of his great kindness (boo). How could a bunch of bad apples pollute everyone's loyalty to the faith in the Four Mothers represented by the Eternal God's Chosen One and the rule of El?

As long as they convert to the Four Mothers and join the members of the tribe, no matter whether they are Beastmen or Estalia, there may be Tyrells, Bator, Imperials, or even Elves, Dwarves, or even Greenskins and Rats in the future.

They are all part of the Aiel War Gang!

Solidarity is the first priority!

When alive, you are a man of Ai'er; when dead, you are the soul of the Four Mothers!

Apart from defecting and converting, Ai'er had not prepared any other way for them to leave the Ai'er War Gang under the faith of the Four Mothers.

He would have to find a way to block even this one, using as many methods as possible. It would be best if it was completely eliminated, but that was impossible, so he would try to eliminate the threat in this area.

Even when he was slacking off, Al never forgot his work. He inspected the military camp, sympathized with the soldiers and boosted their morale. After a tour, he ran away again.

He is the biggest boss. If he wants to leave, he doesn't even need to say polite words. Just say some polite words and everyone will be delighted.

Al thought that in this world, when fighting a war, there is always some mobilization and pre-war speeches, and often a successful speech is like a stimulant, comparable to a buff blessed by the gods, which can enable a mortal army to withstand the absolute advantage of demons and monsters. He was respectful to the wise and kind to the soldiers, and he almost learned from Wu Qi to suck pus from his soldiers.

At least he would have the reputation of being Uncle Liu Huang, although like a certain King Gao, he had the same problem as me and had a serious harem, which was relatively rare in the entire old world.

The Empire of Bator is all monogamous, but the tradition of lovers is popular. The dwarves are the opposite. Due to the scarcity of female dwarves, polyandry and sharing wives are popular. The High Elves are also monogamous in name, but they have many romantic affairs, fertility meetings, and chaotic private lives, which make Slaanesh love this elegant and exquisite race even more deeply.

There is also a rather chaotic situation in Duruchi, but the slavery system there is advanced. In theory, the largest slave owner (the Witch King) has the power of life and death over all the people below him. The whole country depends on one person, so naturally these things don't matter.

However, at this time, Al had to use the reason of "tribal customs are different from civilization" to flexibly deal with the moral differences between different ethnic groups and different cultural situations...

Everything is for the tribe and the people!

El took in two women from Estalia, one wife before and one after, and doted on them very much. His purpose was to appease the more than 200,000 refugees now and the hearts of the millions of people in Estalia in the future!

Political marriage, show marriage, marrying a woman to appease her heart is the tradition of Zhendan (Zhensheng)!

Why not for Al to emulate the high wisdom of the Dragon God Dynasty?

It's easy to have random thoughts when you go out, but you can let your mind go when you're having sex. Al found fault with himself in his heart, and defended himself, and his heart became more and more refreshed. However, it was not easy to carry a wisecanthus historian with him to record many private matters, otherwise he would definitely write them all down, and after rigorously reviewing them several times in the future, he would print them out to let everyone understand the helplessness of the Eternal Chosen God and his noble character of working tirelessly and at the cost of reputation for the sake of his people.

Then Al will show up regularly to put on a show and increase his popularity.

Even the assassinated city prince, who likes to put on a big show every day and go out to spend money when he has nothing to do, a character who is definitely a "ridiculous emperor" and "unlikely to be a ruler" in the eyes of El, is quite loved by the people of Estalia, who pity his assassination and mourn his experience.

Ai'er thought, given his own conditions, he could take the people-friendly route, supplemented by the history book of time, no, "Record of the Great Righteousness of Awakening to Delusion", which also has the blessing of faith. Wouldn't he be able to add a buff of governing the country with the power of a chef to the bonus of faith?

After that, Niu Niu activated his Noble Phantasm, "The Magnificent Betrayal of My Father", and chopped Al half-paralyzed with an axe, and imprisoned him in the Golden Throne before his death. The people who fanatically believed in the Eternal Chosen would also regularly burn a thousand psychics for him...

Al's thoughts drifted farther and farther away, and were finally attracted by the "hmm" and "ah" sounds coming from a small wooden house he passed by.

The boy looked towards the source of the lascivious music, the corners of his mouth unconsciously began to rise, and under the mask, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Shh!"

He instructed the guards to stay where they were, and he tiptoed to the side of the hut, turned around, found the window, and gently lay down on it.

Chapter 155: Claudia

A drama in the house.

The protagonists are a man and a woman.

Al was lying on the bed, eavesdropping and spying on other people's movies. Because they used a spell to reduce the sense of presence, the man and woman in the room who were absorbed in creating a human did not notice that there was a black-haired kid peeping outside the window.

Al stared for a while. The man had his back to him, so he couldn't see the woman's face from his position, but he subconsciously thought she looked okay. He stayed where he was. Apart from the initial nervousness and excitement of doing something bad, the novelty wore off and he felt bored. He stayed where he was again in a daze, thinking about the war on the front line.

"What are you doing here?"

Suddenly a voice came from the side, scaring Al so much that he immediately took a few steps back.

Turning around, he saw Claudia, one of El's captives and harem members, a fallen Myrmidian paladin with nymphomania and SM tendencies.

She was still wearing the golden armor she had worn during the battle. It was the same armor she and her team of demon hunters wore when they went deep into the Pina Forest to defeat El.

Al was deeply impressed by this body. On the night when they first met, he personally stripped off the paladin's outer garment, tore off her clothes with his own hands, and exposed her naked body. Then, under the gaze of the pleasure seekers, he possessed Claudia.

El didn't know how terrifying the darkness in the heart of the Paladin was, which was so thick and stubborn that it seemed eternal, and which severely damaged her will. He also didn't know what kind of terrible vision Claudia was instilled with under the joyful divine power, which finally succeeded in corrupting the Myrmidian Paladin and turned her into what she is today.

His mother seemed to have other plans for this woman, seeing her as a purple warrior.

Ai'er had seen those beastmen pleasure priests, mostly female, beautiful and charming, saluting Claudia, and the latter accepted it calmly and occasionally responded, but the Wrathhorn Army Vanguards, Wisehorn Beasts, and Mother Shamans would never do that. They only obeyed Ai'er and the gods, as well as the four most powerful descendants of Ai's legion lords.

The centaur girls can also gain obedience because of their strong individual fighting power and their prestigious status as one with El.

As for other harem groups, such as the sheep maids, when they represent the will of El, the tribesmen will obey, but the respect is because of El, not themselves.

And Claudia... Anyway, Al believes that the current paladin must be related to the fun-loving goddess.

She held her hands in front of her chest, her golden hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head, and she had a half-smile on her face. The morning sun shone down, casting a layer of radiance on her golden dress.

The sacred breath flowed, and in a trance, it seemed as if the holy warrior who had gone deep into the darkness and purified evil appeared in front of El again.

The boy subconsciously paid attention to whether the paladin had a sword.

Fortunately, she came empty-handed.

It looks quite harmonious, as if it would suddenly shout "Break Evil" and jump to turn El into El.

So Al took the initiative to step forward, took Claudia's hand, and pulled her away quickly.

Just now he had realized that there was no sound in the room.

Although it was unlikely that he would be caught, and no one would blame him if he was caught, the boy, feeling guilty about his bad deeds, was still eager to get away from this place of trouble.

Claudia smiled mischievously and said, "I thought you wanted to try something new, like joining them?"

"No! I'm just, I'm just simply curious... curious."

Al blushed. In his interactions with his harem, the more active the other party was, the more passive he would be, and vice versa.

Claudia said nothing more and let the boy take her hand and lead her away. Not long after the group left, a man in the room cautiously leaned out half of his body, looked around, and then went back into the room.

"what happened?"

"It's okay...it seems someone just passed by."

A man and a woman were having a brief conversation in the house. The man did not tell the woman that the so-called passers-by he saw were a group of fully armed angry-horned beast soldiers.

There was silence in the room for a while, and then the woman's low voice was heard again: "Then..." She didn't finish her words, and it turned into a scream. The man hugged her and pressed her under him again.

Al and Claudia walked further and further away, no longer caring about what happened next in the room.

......

"So...you want to go to the battlefield too?"

The boy looked at the paladin who made this request to him. He had been pinning her down in various ways for a long time, using SM, restraint, control, slight whipping and other types of play. Claudia also behaved like a perverted nymphomaniac between the venues. The boy almost forgot that she was once a paladin who believed in the goddess of war and a sharp blade of faith.

"I am also an Estalia, am I not? Greenskins and Skaven are the enemies of all orderly life in this land."

"Even wild animals fight for this land. I cannot sit idly by and watch my homeland and my people being ravaged."

Al looked at his own flesh...his older sister. To be honest, Claudia's plump body, which was full of the charm of a female warrior, once made him very obsessed.

Especially since the other party was very proactive. It only took her half a month to go from being unfamiliar to being proficient. She was able to take the initiative under the bed, bringing El great enjoyment. She was a beautiful witch with the attributes of a nympho and a saint.

More than half of the time they spent together was spent in bed. Even if Al could control himself, he could not resist Claudia's crazy pursuit of sex. The latter did not mind group sex at all, and often brought the maid and Ann to Al for silver parties. Some time ago, he once set his sights on the wife, hoping to get the wife and Al to play something a little heavier than the usual entertainment between boys and wives, but was stopped by Al.

Now, it was rare to see a serious paladin talking about serious matters of family and country in the past.

Al was a little surprised.

Knowing that the Paladin and Happy Mom were connected, but neither of them told him the details, Al played dumb and pretended that Claudia was still the ordinary Paladin who was defeated, captured, and then raped by him.

Claudia didn't seem to care about it at all and didn't mind her identity as a "slave".

It even seemed to Ai’er that this corrupted paladin was enjoying it, just like the Chaos elements corrupted by Slaanesh…

Accepting her is one thing, but letting her go to the battlefield with confidence is another.

Although under the premise of Happy's approval, Al is not afraid of the situation where the Holy Knights defect and run away, but...

Al stared at the face that he was so familiar with, his thoughts racing.

"Okay, but I have one condition..."

Ding~!

Agent: Claudia the Fallen Paladin has appeared in the Pina Forest.

Chapter 156: Mercenary Group, Rodrian

"So, our mission this time is to go to Pina Forest and help a tribe of beastmen fight against the greenskins?"

Stephanie asked the team's captain with a frown as she wiped her machete.

"Is this what the Bilbarri people hired us to do?"

Rodrian Kalundborg, an officer who was discharged early from the Reik's Guard due to some accident, went west and spent his last copper coin in the feasting and revelry of Marienburg, and then resolutely joined an expedition team heading north to Norsca.

After a series of stories, he became a successful mercenary and is now the head of this well-equipped "Veteran" mercenary group whose main business is in Bretonnia and Estalia.

There were three scars on the man's face that looked like knife scars, or more like scars left by the claws of some wild beast. They were very deep. One scar passed under his eye socket, leaving a deep and ugly mark, and almost completely disfigured Rodrian's face. Apart from ugliness and silent determination, there was nothing else to be found on that face.