Al was discussing business with his daughter when a hurried sound of horse hooves approached from outside.
Al's whole body jolted as yesterday's memories suddenly flooded back.
The jolting horse back... the breathless wild sprint... using every ounce of strength to ensure he stayed hanging under the horse's belly.
Facing the constant fear of falling, while his member was buried deep in the centaur's cunt, sliding in and out, with pleasure and terror occupying his brain together...
Al swallowed hard and proactively opened the door.
As expected!
The one arriving was none other than the majestic Exalted Centigor, Chosen of the Bloodmother, Al's adoptive mother, the "Scion of Thunder and Fire"—Alina!
Her massive frame blocked the sunlight, with light barely squeezing into the room through the gaps.
The majestic centaur girl looked down at Al from a height, just as she had years ago when the boy crawled out of the female knight's womb.
She had burst in then to inspect this cub like a delicate toy after he killed the previous Beastlord.
Regardless of appearance, physique, or aura, Alina was an incredibly beautiful and excellent centaur who made Al's heart flutter uncontrollably.
But at this moment, he hallucinated a terrifying dark aura radiating from his adoptive mother, as if she were going to drag him away to continue being a captive centaur sex slave on her back and under her belly.
Her face wore a half-smile as she looked down at her adopted son, whose expression clearly held a trace of dread.
Alina naturally understood what was going on. Her sudden whim yesterday had yielded immense satisfaction, but it had also nearly given Al a psychological trauma.
She felt a slight embarrassment for her occasional self-indulgence and some remorse for her adopted son's sequelae.
However, she had her own ways of taking remedial measures to ensure his recovery.
"How was your rest?"
She curiously and casually scanned the room. Misha paid her respects to her father's nurturer and the tribe's strongest warrior.
Although strictly speaking, there wasn't much "nurturing" in their relationship compared to other roles.
The wolf-girl was far more simple-minded; the moment the door opened, she rushed off the bed and crouched by Al's side.
Even so, Hera was still half a head taller than the boy. Together, from a distance, they looked like a child and his giant pet dog.
The wolf-girl looked up at the centaur with a trace of admiration and a latent desire to challenge her.
Alina naturally read the meaning behind it. Hera's bestial nature outweighed her reason; she craved Al's attention and love, and she equally craved combat.
A belligerent little cub.
This was Alina's internal evaluation of Hera. Once she fully grew, she would likely try to challenge Alina in a while.
It didn't matter.
Although she didn't particularly like her, she still accepted this status as her "adopted son's scion."
She wouldn't beat the wolf-girl too badly, just as adults in a tribe lecture disobedient children...
Of course, not in the way the centaur chieftain of Alina's former tribe intended to do.
Al nodded and walked out, naturally taking the hand his adoptive mother extended.
He wouldn't be riding the horse for now.
Alina knew Al had a slight reservation. Yesterday, she had mastered the situation and seized the initiative.
While both were lost in passion, Alina exploited it, draining her adopted son thoroughly through a mix of intimidation and temptation.
She estimated Al would be immune to "riding" for a short while.
With a smile, Alina led her adopted son through the Sacred Grove fortress, which was in a state of awaiting reconstruction.
Misha and Hera followed behind them. The cow-girl clearly understood that Al's state suggested the time spent was not entirely wonderful.
Even though the status and connection between the two were so close that "Incestuous Piercing" was virtually impossible unless the Four Mothers collectively changed their Everchosen.
Out of loyalty to her little father, Misha decided to fulfill her duties this time.
The group toured the fortress. After his initial panic, Al regained the feeling of being with the centaur girl.
After all, Alina was still the same Alina. Aside from her extreme wildness in the mating where she took the lead yesterday.
She was still that "super powerful and incredibly beautiful adoptive mother" who gave Al infinite trust and security.
However, it must be said that after yesterday—going from riding a horse to being ridden by a horse...
Al's previous state of self-pity and grief over the massive losses in battle had been shattered.
Now he could feel grief without losing his mind when facing the camps full of wounded.
He proactively led his mother, two daughters, and bodyguards through every camp where the wounded were recovering.
He visited the warriors who fought for the tribal cause, offering condolences and encouragement.
The personal visit of the leader, Chosen, or Beastlord was highly effective.
Including the Estalian Vanguard Legion, all tribal warriors showed fervent emotions at Al's arrival.
The Khorngors were straight-minded but all managed to express:
Long live Al! It's a pity we couldn't die in battle, or else supreme glory would have been claimed before the thrones of the Four Mothers;
The mortal officers, with a relatively richer vocabulary, would say things like:
"Even death is not enough to repay you! I only wish to serve Your Highness again in the future!"
That sort of thing.
Al felt comfortable hearing it. Everyone's emotions were positive, and the harmony between the ruler and the ruled was palpable.
They were united in purpose, moving forward under the banner of the four Chaos Gods, striving for victory after victory!
After Al finished his visit, he urged the Shamans to accelerate the treatment of the wounded.
He wanted to ensure "heavy wounds become light, and light wounds are healed."
For individuals who made outstanding contributions in battle, they had to squeeze out energy for them.
Even if the Everchosen himself had to step up, he wanted to find a way to cast the "Jade Casket" spell for the heroes.
To bring them back from the dead, allowing them to enjoy the glory of their previous lives.
While continuing to fight under the trinity banner of the Four Mothers, Al, and the Tribe!
Regarding these silent warriors who could no longer speak after resurrection, Al hadn't decided on their arrangements yet.
The defect of being unable to communicate verbally meant they were unlikely to enter the command layer.
A leader who doesn't speak and relies on guesswork and rapport, no matter how good at fighting, is still severely handicapped.
Telepathy spells via magic existed, but they could only last for a certain time.
Moreover, on the battlefield, it was impossible to waste a spellcaster's precious energy on maintaining communication for a few commanders.
This required maintaining distance and splitting focus constantly, which was a net loss for the tactical situation.
After some thought, Al suddenly realized that for these resurrected warriors, who had merit and power but the drawback of communication.
The best arrangement was actually the same as the High Elven Phoenix Guard.
Using them as special units like Temple Guards or Religious Warriors.
He shared his thoughts with Misha. Doing so would grant them the glory of guarding the divine halls while providing powerful combatants.
In the future, he might even be able to deploy special corps like the "Silent Guard."
Besides, they were resurrected dead men anyway; not stepping onto the battlefield in the short term wasn't much of a loss for the tribe.
It wasn't like the Undead, where the dead are raised only to die again as expendable materials.
Complete resurrection, aside from the defect of silence, was a very broken spell.