Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 61 Past Events

"Why are you looking at me like that!"

Tark stood up and roared at Qin Xia.

"You are also at fault in this matter!"

"Yes, that's right. I let Julius choose any guard, but I didn't let him choose Kleist. I regretted it when I knew about your relationship with Kleist."

"Afterwards, I went to talk to the Julius family because of Crest. They returned Crest who had just been transformed and strengthened, but... but I killed them."

"If Crest wasn't your friend, I wouldn't have gone looking for them, let alone killed them!"

"..."

Turk was already hysterical.

At this time, Qin Xia couldn't figure out the mental state of a madman, but Angron could experience it firsthand, and he also wanted to observe and figure it out as Qin Xia had said before.

From Tark's emotions, Angron felt that this madman regarded Qin Xia as a like-minded friend.

Because of the manor incident.

From Qin Xia's fierceness, Tark saw that he could cooperate, and even thought that the other party had the same goal as himself.

When an unrecognized madman suddenly finds someone like him, he will of course treat the other person as a friend.

But Qin Xia looked at him as a madman and a freak from beginning to end, which made Tark very sad.

"Sorry...sorry..."

Tark squatted down, panting, and no longer roared at Qin Xia manically.

"You know...I'm not mentally normal..."

"Don't hold a grudge against me for this."

Hearing this, Qin Xia frowned, still standing in front of Crest, looking at Tark as if he were a madman.

Angron sensed sadness in Turk.

"Look." Turk suddenly stood up, "You wizards can read minds. If you read my mind, you will understand me and trust me."

Qin Xia hesitated.

"Come on, please." Turk put his hands together, tears streaming down his face. "I'm not as eloquent as Brown. I can't explain anything, but I don't want you to misunderstand me... read my mind."

Qin Xia stepped forward and put his hand on Tark's forehead.

White crystal spiritual energy gushed out of Qin Xia's eyes. Tark straightened his body and looked up at the sky.

The past of this mad king also emerged in Qin Xia's perception.

……

Tark.

This man had no name, and he did not deserve a name. It was only after he became the chief of the Tark tribe that he was called by others.

This person is the illegitimate son of the previous patriarch of the Tark family.

It was the product of a clan leader who lost control of himself after seeing a slave girl who was too attractive.

When the previous patriarch got tired of the slave girl, she gave birth to a boy and gave all her love to her son.

The boy grew up in a stable with the slaves. He had no father, but he had many elders who loved him just as much: other slaves.

The slaves saved their limited food supplies to raise the boys.

The boy's mother is a slave in status but a nobility in spirit. She is kind and loving. She teaches the boy how to empathize with others and how to love others.

Although his brother and uncle, named Ailon, always tied him to a tree and used him as a target for chopping and shooting, he survived because of love and Nukeriya's medicine.

When he grew up, the man worked as a servant for his brothers born to noble mothers. He fell in love with another slave of the same status as his mother.

The two were married with the blessings of the other slaves.

On the night of their wedding day, the man and his wife saw their "father", whom they had never seen until now, the previous patriarch of the Tark family.

The man's father, accompanied by a dozen guards, said to the man, "Congratulations, my son. I have a gift for you tonight."

At night, the man lay on the ground covered with wounds, accompanied by slaves, listening to the screams of his lover coming from the house.

……

The moment he met Brown was the first time a man felt the sun.

It was a night. The man, who still had no name like when he was a child, was lying under a tree. His wife, who was smart and beautiful on her wedding day but went crazy after her wedding day, was digging insects from the ground to eat.

At this time, a person blocked the sunlight.

It was Brown.

Brown, the chatterbox, said a lot of words in a long-winded manner, but the man listened and remembered everything.

Brown tells the story of the ancient times of the Tark family. The ancient ancestor named Tark was guided by the stone men, and he and the ancestors of the Julius family found weapons and equipment in the temple, and then challenged the nobles who enslaved the Nuceria people.

At that time, the "First Tark" formed a team called the Untouchable Knights, which means knights who were born in the untouchables and fought for the untouchables. This untouchable knight was the prototype of the later high knights. Then Brown told the man that your ancestors did not turn Nuceria into a paradise in the ancient times. He thought he could have a better choice, but everyone has witnessed the facts now.

Brown said, "Help me turn Nukeria back into that paradise, and I will let you wear the crown of the head of the Tarko family."

The man said, "I don't care about that paradise, I just want all the Turks to die."

The two sought common ground while reserving their differences and formed an alliance.

From then on, the son of a slave girl without a name and surname, and the stone man named Brown, joined forces to rule the Turk family through violence and fear.

During this period, he also received help from Salo, an illegitimate son who was also ignored by the Julius family.

In the end, the Talco family was tamed after an operation in which four people from each family were randomly selected and killed, regardless of their relationship.

The man sat on a chair made from the bones of the previous head of the Tark family and put on the crown of the head of the family.

On the throne, in front of all the members of the Tark family who were kneeling on the ground in fear, Salo asked: "How would you like to name yourself? As a recorder, I need your name."

"Tark."

said the man.

"The only one, the last one... Tark."

……

"From today on, those of you who have been selected will be able to fight for my cause."

In Slum No. 14 in Desia City.

Tark sat on the throne of bones, suspended in the sky, looking with compassion at these untouchables whom he had narrowed down from one hundred thousand to one thousand.

His gaze first turned to the general of the Guards, who was also born a slave and was selected through an extremely cruel screening process.

Then glance at these cruel, cold-blooded survivors.

"You are the best, you are the chosen ones, I saved you through a killing that brought you mercy and liberation."

"But compared to those who were killed, you are unlucky because you still have to continue struggling in this hell with me."

"Join me and fight to the death. In this hell of Nuceria, there is only death."

The survivors glared at Turk.

But when the guards brought up table after table of sumptuous food and gorgeous clothes, the survivors almost immediately decided that Tark was the person they needed to follow.

"Why do you reward us with food that only nobles can eat?" A female slave boldly questioned Tark. She couldn't understand the character of this mad king. She didn't know why the mad king ordered the massacre of Slum District 13, but now distributed food to the survivors who killed the Guards and other people.

Qin Xia recognized that this female slave was the personal servant who served Tark on the day he had dinner with her.

"Because you are alive and not dead."

Tark's eyes were filled with pity.

"You have not been freed like the other dead. You will continue to struggle in this hell. How can I bear to treat you cruelly?"

"Eat slowly, you who continue to suffer."

"I'll wait for you to finish eating and resting, and then we'll go together to liberate ninety-nine percent of the people in the next slum."

……

Turk vowed to bring his own suffering to others.

He established more horrific and cruel punishments and screening mechanisms for slaves, selecting those who stood out from the suffering and fear, and bringing these people with him and giving them important positions.

He treated everyone except himself and Brown with an attitude comparable to that of livestock.

He married his two daughters to the captain of the guard, who was born a slave and was known for his cruelty and brutality. When he suddenly wanted to see his daughters, he heard from the captain that his two daughters had fallen to their deaths. He just sighed with regret: "It seems that they are free. But it's a pity that I didn't get to see them for the last time before they were freed."

He found various ways to toy with and torture the people of the Tark family. When he was in a good mood, he would kill two of them; when he was in a bad mood, he would kill two of them. When he was in an even worse mood, he would slaughter them door to door until he was in a good mood.

The slave owners really deserved to die.

But he ordered his guards to go into the slums to kill people, and those who survived in the slums would be selected by him as members of his guards.

All of this stems from an unshakable belief that Turk, who had gone crazy during some period of his growth, firmly believed in.

That is, in the hell of Nuceria, all living people must be tested by suffering, whether they are slaves or nobles, and those who fail to withstand the test will die.

Death is a release from hell, so it is a gift.

Only those who have passed the test of suffering, such as he, are qualified to accompany him in a great cause - to destroy the hell that is Nuceria.

Whether they were slaves, untouchables, or nobles...

In Tark's eyes, they are divided into three categories: passed the test, failed the test, and not qualified to take the test.

No one from the Tark family was qualified to be tested, nor were most of the other nobles.

Under the desperate reign of terror, the members of the Tark family were unable to resist and could only seek a moment of spiritual relief from the outside, such as abusing those who were lower than themselves.

Those young golden-armored knights who were killed by Tark's scheme are typical examples.

(End of this chapter)