Warhammer Greenskin Inventor

throughout the past winter.

The Ironhead tribe completed many plans ahead of time.

But on the contrary, the entire Tietou tribe has been extremely squeezed.

The stability of the tribe has dropped again and again.

The green boys are desperate for a battle.

Open the Ixunsi system and the system will display.

Tribe population: "Greenskins*253104, Goblins*574223, Grots*415281*, Skaven*2135470."

If you want tribe, the best way to get stability.

It is to transfer internal conflicts.

Although there are already more than 300 million people in the tribe.

But compared to the Goblin War, tens of millions of greenskins attacked the world's mountains.

It seems very unattractive.

Nowadays, tribes do not lack territory.

In the north there are the hobgoblins Temujin and Dreadtail.

The territory is solid and has expanded a lot.

But the land in the Dark Land is too barren.

If you want to develop green-skin agriculture, you must carry out a major transformation of the Dark Land.

This can't help but make Lin Mu yearn for the fertile old world.

In this relatively backward world, a country of several million can be considered a medium-sized country.

Moreover, greenskins are like duckweeds. The further they get to the later stage, the more alarming the rate at which their numbers will double.

However, for the entire medieval world, this was not enough to crush the entire world.

But the huge number of green skins and the strong aggression displayed.

It has also made the surrounding neighbors feel scared.

Throughout the past winter, the northern dwarves.

Suffered from tail-fearing and endless attacks.

A large number of ratmen and greenskins were reduced to pieces at the Spine of the World.

They often invaded in small groups of hundreds of people.

For those who encounter dwarves by chance, this is simply like

The Red Claws in the East Badlands initially fought fiercely with the Green Seers.

But how could there be an overnight feud between the greenskins?

After several battles, the greenskins on both sides were almost mixed together.

It often happens that after a fight, the two sides find that the greenskin from the opposite side has sneaked into their team.

What's even more amazing is that neither party found this problem.

The old world, the capital of Sigmar.

Towns in the middle world can never avoid being dirty and messy.

Feces can be seen everywhere on the streets, giving off this stench.

There is still snow on both sides of the road.

A carriage pulled by a griffon drove past the Imperial Palace towards Phnom Penh.

In the carriage, a graceful lady gently covered her lips and nose with a velvet fan.

: "Earl Peckard, could you close the window?"

"The stench of these untouchables has reached the carriage."

Sitting opposite the lady, Viscount Peckard, was wearing a full-body armor inlaid with silver lace.

He looked away from the carriage window and looked indifferently at the lady opposite.

After taking a deep breath, he closed the carriage window.

If it weren't for the strange changes in the bad land.

Peked would not come to the imperial capital and deal with these nobles.

The politics of the empire are all about autonomy from all parties and each party can live its own life.

There would even be situations where dukes would fight each other from time to time.

General Peckard made no reply. The lady sitting opposite was obviously displeased.

You know, he is a well-known social butterfly in the aristocratic circle of the imperial capital.

Many palace ministers are willing to buy it to save face.

And she herself has a very good mage talent.

The carriage drove into the imperial capital and stopped at the entrance of the magnificent palace.

However, there was no one to greet him at the door.

You know, this is very rude to the nobles.

But Peckerd had already anticipated this.

Along the way, even Viscount Peckard was not interested in aristocratic etiquette.

He also deeply felt the rejection and alienation from the nobles of the imperial capital.

Even to the point of being afraid of them like snakes and scorpions.

There is nothing that can be done about it. The empire's situation has been going downhill in recent years.

Rebellions in various places and disputes between nobles gave Emperor Sigmar a huge headache on the throne.

And his arrival this time made it clear that he was here to empty out the emperor's treasury.

No wonder the emperor was unhappy.

In Sigma, it can be said that he is an iron-clad duke and elector, and a flowing emperor.

Many times, the emperor's existence is to act as a peacemaker and a peacemaker.

Peckerd raised his feet and wanted to walk straight into the palace.

But immediately, he was stopped by the guards at the palace gate.

The lady behind Peked was waving the fan in her hand with a face full of jest.

: "Viscount, His Majesty the Emperor is going to meet with the messenger of the High King of the Dwarves today."

"So, please, Mr. Viscount, go and rest first."

"I have prepared a guest room for you. It will definitely be more comfortable than your stay at the military camp at Blackfire Pass."

Peckerd instinctively wanted to refute.

But when he turned around, Peked saw a tall figure standing on the magnificent castle.

Even the Emperor of the Empire has never seen Peked.

Still, the golden crown on the man's head stung his eyes.

At this moment, the emperor clearly showed his attitude to the viscount who had been hanging out with soldiers all year round.

A surge of irritation and anger surged through Peckard's heart.

But the next moment, Peckard quickly calmed himself down.

He must get the emperor's support this time and ask all the dukes to send troops to the Blackfire Pass.

Peckard, turning around without saying a word, turned and followed his lady away.

In the study on the third floor of the castle, the current emperor of Sigmar, Karl Franz, was standing at the window.

Watching Peked's retreating figure, he turned to look at a dwarf who was still in the study.

At this time, the dwarf messenger was drinking a large glass of dark beer with ice cubes without caring about his image.

In this regard, Karl Franz did not feel offended at all.

In fact, Karl was more relaxed when facing this dwarf than when facing his own minister.

Over the years, Karl has gradually become tired of the empire's fatigue.

Even Karl thought about giving up his pick and walking away.

At this time, Sigma, who was wandering out of nowhere, liked Karl’s idea.

But for various reasons, Karl had to tie himself to this throne.

Put the letter from the High King in your hand beside the table.

Karl, his face slightly straightened: "Your Excellency Messenger, I already know the request of His Majesty the Supreme King."

"However, you should also understand that it is spring now, and all the territories are busy with spring plowing."

The dwarf messenger, who was sipping ale, drank all the beer in the cup in several gulps.

: "Your Majesty, there is no need to be embarrassed, as long as your Majesty is willing to send troops."

"His Majesty, the Supreme King, will definitely not be stingy with rewards."

"I've also heard a bit about the empire's finances."

"We also know about the plight of the southern part of the empire."

"This time, as long as His Majesty is willing to send troops, the dwarves will be responsible for all military supplies."

"Furthermore, His Majesty the Supreme King will also give His Highness enough funds to launch a war."