Kael'thas and the members of the Brotherhood took their orders and left. Al gave them a mission.
Select a group of sharp, capable, and reliable individuals.
After training them, use various methods to send them into the regions controlled by the Greenskins to lie low.
At the same time, secretly scout and gather intelligence from all sides.
They could also try to contact local factions or individuals with strength and prestige to prepare for Al's subsequent deployment to sweep the South.
There was also an auxiliary, or rather, a primary mission:
To train a group of loyal, capable, and reliable personnel for the tribe among the Estalians.
At the very least, they needed the ability to say "Sir, this way," to spread rumors, to disseminate gossip favorable to Al and the tribe, or to throw dirt on the enemy.
They also needed the ability to urge him to take the throne at critical moments: "A nation cannot be without a leader for a single day; Al is a hero transcending the ages, his grace of rebuilding the nation means he should rule the state," blah blah blah.
The members of the Blood Oath Brotherhood were now all fanatical believers of the Bloodmother.
Those who had been corrupted by Al using the Winds of Chaos had half-changed their forms and were no longer pure humans.
Al did not intend to heavily rely on these individuals whose intelligence had been slapped with a severe debuff.
Instead, during this period, he had constantly been scouting and selecting superior sergeants who met his expectations.
By manipulating those puppets behind the scenes, he continuously transitioned and delegated command authority.
And all these "loyalists" who gained promotion thanks to Al joined the Blood Oath Brotherhood.
Ultimately, through this method, Al used the New Brotherhood to completely replace the Old Brotherhood.
The members of the Old Brotherhood, who generally had severe defects in intelligence, emotion, and worldview, were tethered to the army by Al.
In the future, they would lead the charge, fight bravely, and after dying in battle, their souls would return to the Brass Throne to praise the Bloodmother's name.
Or, if their luck and strength were excellent, they would hack their way through until they hacked out an Exalted Hero or Chosen Champion.
The members of the New Brotherhood were generally passionate, faithful, and capable young men.
Before converting to the Bloodmother, they already had a strong tendency to admire the strong and pursue glory.
They craved to wash away the shame of being invaded and beaten by the Greenskins through battle.
Simultaneously, they were disappointed with reality, believing the Kingdom Council was a disorganized mess that only knew infighting;
The Church was incompetent, and the Goddess was hypocritical, playing deaf and dumb.
What Goddess of the South? The savage Greenskins blew up her churches and occupied her holy sites, and she didn't issue a single oracle.
Only the Four Mothers offered genuine buffs if you truly believed.
The Beastmen of the tribe were like heavenly troops and generals, their leader a Son of God who looked no different from a human and was truly handsome (strike that).
"Only the Four Mothers, only the Tribe, are the hope for salvation!"
With roughly these thoughts, the Blood Oath Brotherhood was Al's key to controlling the Mortal Auxilia and strengthening their combat power.
Having Kael'thas act as the leader was primarily out of concern that these excessively fanatical Brotherhood officers—compared to the average human believer—might botch the job.
Having the second scion supervise and manage them, using softness to guide strength, put Al at ease.
As for why he didn't give it to Misha... the cow-girl already had enough on her plate.
Al himself didn't particularly like or understand this type of work.
He could only act out of a fatherly desire to cultivate his scion, letting Kael'thas grow through work.
Meanwhile, the Little Father, after finishing his pile of tasks, would take the time to find a spot to fish with his third and fourth daughters, making up for their lack of family warmth.
The eldest daughter and eldest son share the workload; the third and fourth daughters receive fatherly love.
Very normal.
After watching everyone leave, Al suddenly remembered a force within the tribe that he had forgotten.
The Sigmarite Sisterhood led by Grand Sister Helen Johnson, and the nearly a thousand civilian believers following them.
Acting out of a desire to cultivate and protect this group—destined to walk an incredibly difficult but bright path—from heavy losses, Al hadn't let the Grand Sister's unit participate in the previous grueling battles.
She had requested to fight several times, but Al denied her, refusing to let them go to the front lines.
In his view, the Grand Sister was the key to influencing and extending his reach into Bretonnia and the Empire in the future.
Of course, more importantly, counting Grand Sister Helen herself and the battle sisters of her convent,
Along with all the young men under her command who could carry a gun, they numbered fewer than five hundred.
They were a militia force that poured a massive amount of time into reclamation and labor, having received little professional training.
Al did not want this weak but promising faction to enter the Great War too early.
Even if they needed the tempering of blood and fire, now was not the time.
They were the sparks that could ignite the Empire in the future, bearing the responsibility of awakening the sleeping, true masters of the material world.
Just in case the combination of Imperial steel + Sigmarite faith + gunpowder failed to hold against Archaon's world-ending army,
Standing before him would be the armed one hundred million subjects of the Empire, every single one a resistance fighter.
So, regarding this "Orthodox, Sole, True Faith of Sigmar" which had already begun to sprint wildly down the path of "Heresy"...
The kind of stuff that would make the Grand Theogonist and Arch-Lectors of Altdorf die on the spot from anger, screaming "God-Emperor above!" upon seeing it.
Al had gone to listen in a few times.
He truly felt the scene where the sisters started their prayers shouting, "The True Faith of Sigmar is with me,"
And ended it shouting, "The Bloodmother leads the way! The Mother of the Brave calls us to action!" was a bit too...
He even heard the civilian followers debating the relationship between Sigmar, the Bloodmother, and Myrmidia.
Finally, they reached a conclusion:
"Sigmar is the Bloodmother's eldest son, who founded the Empire; Myrmidia is the second sister, who founded the Southern Kingdoms.
As a result, Sigmar's Empire became corrupt and degenerate, completely ignoring Sigmar's wishes.
Myrmidia's Southern World was fragmented, loose, constantly infighting, and easily invaded by Greenskins who occupied more than half the Kingdom.
Finally, the Bloodmother couldn't bear it anymore and sent Her youngest son into the mortal world to correct and amend the mistakes made by His older brother and sister's descendants and successors..."
This conclusion actually had many civilian believers nodding in agreement, expressing their approval.
It was so heretical that even Al, a heathen, couldn't stand to watch...
He was very curious what would happen when the headquarters of the Cult of Sigmar in Altdorf found out that such a heresy had suddenly popped up in the Southern World.
Adding a mother, a sister, and a brother to Sigmar... aside from missing a father, it was quite the happy family.
Would they launch a Crusade Army in a fit of rage to muddy the waters of the Southern Kingdom and settle the score?
Eventually, Al stopped going there often.
The general direction had been set; he trusted the wisdom of the Grand Sister and her followers.
Al would steer the main course and ensure they didn't go in reverse or flip the car.
It looked a bit weird right now, but it was still within acceptable limits, so he let it develop on its own.
Anyway, the believers the Grand Sister preached to were also registered with the Bloodmother.
He just didn't know if Sigmar recognized dual-citizenship believers.
He probably should; after all, Sigmar himself was a follower of the White Wolf God, Ulric.