Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

A hunting team can consist of at least a hundred people and at most a thousand people.

Since ancient times, the Palatine hunting team has been a hunter feared by the tribes of the grassland.

The weak tribes were no match for them and could only be slaughtered by them;

Although powerful tribes were able to fight back, they were afraid of their brutal revenge and did not dare to act rashly.

But Chagatai swore that he would end the era of the Paladins rampant on the grasslands!

Chagatai Khan's deep voice seemed to carry a thunderstorm. "Order all tribes to prepare for battle. We will make the Paladins pay with blood!"

"It's the opposite of Tiangang." Wop looked at the hunting team in the distance, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart.

Chagatai Khan suddenly asked, "Don't you like the grassland?"

Wop: "It has nothing to do with liking it or not. It's just that Chogoris and my understanding of grassland are very different."

In ancient Terra, it was always nomadic peoples who plundered farming peoples.

Even if an agricultural nation established a unified dynasty and could gather heavy troops to march deep into the grasslands, the war would not last too long.

Because logistics and finances cannot support it, even the most elite troops will find it difficult to fight for a long time.

It would be the most foolish thing for the Palatine Empire to send small groups of troops into the grassland in batches. Fighting alone, they would soon be divided and surrounded by various parts of the grassland, like lambs thrown into a pack of wolves, with no way back.

But in Chogoris, it was the various tribes on the grassland that failed to achieve unification for thousands of years. In the constant internal friction, they allowed the Palatine people to act arbitrarily and even called the Palatine people Khitan.

If Genghis Khan knew about this, I'm afraid his coffin would not be able to hold it down.

But this is the Warhammer universe, and Genghis Khan has most likely been upgraded to a demon and become the Seed of Destruction.

Chagatai Khan: "What if I unify Chogoris?"

Wop: "What about after unification?"

"The Emperor will come to me."

"What if he doesn't come?"

"But you told me that."

"I mean the Emperor will come, but I don't know when. Maybe in a year, maybe in ten. How will you govern Chogorris in the meantime?"

Chagatai Khan remained silent, for he had never considered this question.

Wop shook his head secretly, but a smile of understanding appeared at the corner of his lips.

Because isn't this Chagatai Khan?

Chagatai Khan was born an unruly eagle. He was destined to spread his wings and soar above the nine layers of clouds. No matter how vast the land territory was, it would only trap him.

The purpose of unifying the various tribes on the grassland is to prevent the people on the grassland from killing each other.

The purpose of conquering the Palatine was to prevent it from bullying the grassland tribes.

But what happens after the conquest?

Chagatai Khan enjoyed the process of conquest, not the boring rule after the conquest. Boring governance was never within the Khan's consideration.

In contrast to Guilliman, Chagatai Khan was completely incompetent at governing.

As a Primarch forged by the Emperor himself, Chagatai Khan certainly possesses the talent for governance.

Even if it is not as powerful as Guilliman's super brain, it is enough to make mortal archons far behind.

But ruling is precisely the gilded cage that traps the eagle, and the Khan never compromises.

Therefore, even if he unified Chogoris, he would return Chogoris to its original state, and the grassland tribes would return to their tribal state.

Rus had no choice but to let the Fenris tribes roam free, because the conditions in Fenris did not allow all tribes to unite and survive on the same land. There were neither enough resources nor enough space.

Although Chogoris had the conditions, Chagatai Khan still chose to let his people go. The reason was that he did not want to be bound by the responsibility of governance.

So when the emperor came, Chagatai Khan was very happy.

Because not only can he conquer the starry sea, but he can also free himself from the constraints of the throne and documents. It is simply a double blessing.

But in Chogoris, without the Primarch, the once-united steppes were once again divided into nomadic tribes that fought each other.

This certainly ensured the inheritance of the legion culture, but Chagatai Khan also broke his promise, because he promised to end the fratricide among the tribes on the grassland, but he only temporarily stopped the fratricide for more than ten years.

Wop: "Do you know what path dependence is?"

Chagatai Khan: "You can just teach me."

"But I'm not sure if you'd like to listen. Some eagles would rather have their wings broken in a storm than listen to an old shepherd's nagging about how to avoid thunderclouds."

"You know now."

"So I'm going to teach you." Wop said with a faint smile on his face. "Path dependence means that once people make a certain choice, it's like embarking on a path of no return. The force of inertia will make this choice constantly self-reinforced, making it difficult to get out of it."

"Everyone is prone to path dependence. Just like when I teach you, I will use the successful experiences I have gained from other Primarchs. And the successful experiences I teach you may also be used by your other brothers. This is also a kind of path dependence."

Jaghatai Khan: "What about my brothers? For example, Mortarion."

"Mortarion suffered greatly at the hands of the Overlord in his early years. If he had viewed this torture as a test, as a way to cultivate his fortitude, he would have developed a path of dependence. But now he has stepped out of his established path."

"What about me? What is my path dependency?"

Wop: "Are you sure you want me to tell you?"

"I have the answer, but I need your answer to confirm it."

"Nomadic." Wop's voice was low and firm. "You will imprint this nomadic habit into your legion just like you migrate with your tent. It will become an indelible mark on you for the rest of your life."

“Is this good or bad?”

Woppe: “Path dependence is just a theory, and it is a neutral concept in itself, whether good or bad.”

"When herders on the grasslands first discovered abundant grass and water, they began migrating along this route year after year. The abundance of grass and water made their tribe increasingly powerful. This is path dependence."

"When someone receives positive feedback for doing good deeds, a virtuous cycle of behavioral reinforcement is formed. This continuous behavioral pattern may evolve into a long-term behavioral pattern, which is also path dependence."

Chagatai Khan's voice was low and stern: "But lush pastures often attract plunder from other tribes, and even the most lush pastures will eventually dry up."

"Someone might do good deeds but not receive positive feedback. Instead, they might be blackmailed for doing good deeds. Can their path dependence still be maintained?"

Wop: "I can't give you an answer. This is something you have to consider."

Chagatai Khan stared into the distance with a look as sharp as a knife.

Path dependence will allow advantages to accumulate continuously, giving him the upper hand when confronting the enemy.

But it can also shackle people. If someone figures out the rules, he will be in danger.

So is he going to give up path dependence?

"compromise."

Chagatai Khan already had the answer: the philosophy of compromise is applicable to everything.

If nomadic habits are his path dependence, even if he gives them up, there will be new path dependencies.

Even if he keeps giving up path dependence, giving up path dependence is also a kind of path dependence.

Chagatai Khan would not deny his shortcomings; he would try his best to make up for them.

Perhaps the nomadic tribes would split again after he left, but this division must have changed because of his unification.

Chagatai Khan would not eliminate the customs of other tribes, but he would give them a unified identity.

Nomadic habits will be imprinted on his legion, but the legion will never remain unchanged.

They need to learn new tactics rather than fall into a cycle of path dependence.

If path dependence is understood, it will be like a fixed pattern in a chess game, which can be easily countered by the opponent.

Then make his path reliance complex and diverse, weaving an intricate network with the superposition and changes of multiple paths, making it difficult for the enemy to grasp its patterns.

This is also a compromise.

"And you." Chagatai Khan slowly leaned over, his hawk-like eyes catching Wop's.

Wop was stunned for a moment, "And my business?"

Chagatai Khan's eyes were sharp: "Help me think of a way to govern the empire!"

Chagatai knew his own character very well, and he would definitely not do anything if he were asked to govern. An unruly eagle will not be trapped in a cage.

But he cannot rule without governing, that would be too cruel.

But it is also difficult to let his descendants rule. His descendants will inherit his character, and it is also a torture to expect them to govern the empire calmly.

So, why not leave the problem to the almighty Wop?

Wop suggested subtly, "Your other brothers have all formed an all-encompassing chapter. Curze fights for justice, Lorgar for the destruction of religion, and Russ and Corax for brotherly harmony. Why don't you also form a chapter to govern the empire for you?"

Chagatai Khan slowly lowered his hawk-like gaze and said, "I'll think about it."

Although this was not his ambition, it was too ambitious to let his brother manage the territory for him. It would be better to let the empire manage it.

Even if he did ask his brothers for help, he had to make sure they were as trustworthy as Wop.

Otherwise, he could only make things difficult for his descendants and regard governing the empire as a compulsory course.

Mortarion is quite good, although childish, but he is straightforward and taciturn.

Chagatai Khan liked him very much.

However, the other brothers are still under discussion.

Chagatai Khan: "Teacher."

"Is there something I can tell Xiao Mo?" Wop was used to it. This was how the two brothers were.

Chapter 131: No Horse is Innocent in an Avalanche (5.3K)

"I look forward to seeing you among the stars, brother."

In the dim morning light, Wop half-closed his sleepy eyes and yawned, causing his jaw to click.

This was the nth time he had been forced to act as an interstellar mouthpiece, because in the past few years they had something to say to each other almost every day.

Although the brothers had never met, they understood each other better than any other Primarch.

Whenever night fell on Barbarus, he would just close his tired eyes and in the next instant he would be bathed in the brilliant morning light of Chogoris.

And as the dusk of Chogoris deepened, he closed his eyes again to rest, but when he opened them he was back in the twilight of Barbarus.

This cycle repeats itself, and he moves freely between the day and night of the two worlds.

Every night fades away quietly, and every day arrives as promised, never missing.

Wop sometimes wondered whether he had truly slept in those moments between closing his eyes and opening them.

But it doesn’t really matter whether he has it or not, because he is full of energy during the day anyway.

"Father, tell Jaghatai for me." Mortarion's voice lingered in the room. "That day will not be long, brother."

After countless baptisms of blood and fire, and hundreds of battles ranging from meat grinder-like battles to hand-to-hand encounters, the flag of freedom was finally raised throughout the southern territory of Barbarus.

On this land shrouded in poisonous fog, the last overlord howled unwillingly under Mortarion's scythe yesterday, announcing that this ravaged land was finally liberated.

For this day, the fearless sons and daughters of Barbaros wrote a heroic epic with their lives.

From the misty mountaintops to the villages in the valleys, their blood soaked every inch of land, but also liberated millions of people. There will be no more oppression of the overlords in the south of Barbarus!

Now, only the northern mountains remain, ruled by the Supreme Overlord.

Their power is unstoppable, and they will liberate the northern mountains faster than ever before, except for the Supreme Overlord.

Even with a gas mask, mortals cannot climb to the top of the mountain where the Supreme Overlord resides. Not even Mortarion can withstand the poisonous mist at the top of the mountain.

But he still has Wop, who has the qualifications to challenge the Supreme Overlord.

By then,

"Then the Emperor will come," Mortarion murmured.

Wop would leave him to find his other brothers, not just at night like Chagatai, but not for decades.

Although he knew that this was only temporary and that in another thirty years all his brothers would return, and Worp would not leave by then, Mortarion still instinctively resisted.

However, his duty ultimately overwhelmed his willfulness.

He would not deliberately delay the process of liberation, nor would he feel sorry for it.