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

Vukan's dark, coal-carved face wrinkled into a ball. "Did the outsider deliberately wait for Nikan to fall into a trap before offering a helping hand?"

Wop felt that Walkan had guessed the truth, but he decided to give Neos some face.

"Maybe it's a coincidence, but we must learn a lesson from this story."

Vukan blinked his big eyes. "You want them all?"

Wop: "It's all about enlightenment. The lesson is that gambling is harmful to your health!"

Neos likes to bet with others, betting with Vulkan, betting with Russ, betting with Mortarion, and betting with the Four Gods.

And he likes to go all in every time, often for a lifetime, and in the end lose everything.

Friends have been abandoned, wives have betrayed them, close friends have been wiped out, sons have been transformed beyond recognition, empires have fallen apart, and dreams have been destroyed.

Nothing was left of him but a pile of bones and eternal torment.

Neos has no choice but to risk the future of humanity.

But he doesn't have to gamble on many things, and he often gambles on things he shouldn't gamble on, and doesn't gamble on things he should gamble on.

Because he is alone, he is not God, and he is not omnipotent. Even the most detailed plans will have mistakes.

These mistakes ultimately led to his failure.

Wop can't stop Neos from gambling, he will even support Neos to gamble.

The current situation is that the four gods are watching covetously, trying to suck the blood out of human civilization.

If you don't gamble, you will lose everything.

You can still take a chance in gambling, either you have nothing or you have everything.

They fight for everything!

Wop only hopes that he has learned his lesson. Even when playing all-in, he should look at the cards first. Even the old people from the M3 era know that you must have cards when playing cards.

But Walkan didn't have to gamble.

The Primarch bears the future of mankind, but he does not have to bear everything. Even if the sky falls, the Emperor will hold it up!

Wop put his hands on Walkan's shoulders and said earnestly:

"Don't gamble, and don't make promises easily, or you might lose your whole life!"

Wu Kan asked innocently, "What about Dad?"

Wop: "Not to me either."

Wop shook his head. "But doesn't Dad always make promises easily?"

Wop sighed heavily. "So I've already lost my whole life."

Walkan's little hands clutched Wop's collar tightly, "Did Dad lose?"

Wop smiled happily, "I think I won, so I am willing to pay."

Vukan's chubby cheeks were set in seriousness. "Then I'll help Dad!"

Wop pinched his cheek, "I believe you."

Wop believed in the Primarch and he believed in the Emperor.

Juno slowly brought the huge dragon head closer, and his dark red vertical pupils revealed confusion and alertness.

Although she couldn't fully understand human language, she still extracted certain key words - the child's father was carrying her and the child outside with someone, and it was a man!

I don’t want the child’s father to find another man or something like that!

"Juno, what do you want to say?"

Wop placed his palm on Juno's dragon head and used his psychic power to sense her thoughts.

"Thinking of me all my life..."

Wop gently stroked Juno's scales, "We are Vukan's parents. Of course I will think of you all my life."

The last time I had this experience was in Fenris.

Sylvia, I miss you a little.

Sylvia's fur is soft and ticklish when you put it in your nose. Wop likes to lie on her belly.

Juno was not a good option. Her scales were too thick, and it hurt his butt when he sat on her back. Wop had to use his psychic power to cushion it.

Juno exhaled a stream of hot breath, "Who...are you...thinking...of?"

Wop: "Your sister."

"elder sister?"

Juno tilted her dragon head. She had lived for thousands of years, but she didn't remember having any sisters.

Chapter 169 The Selfless Selfish Person (5K)

"Dang! Dang!"

As the hammer shadow rose and fell, Ember's calloused hands were as steady as a rock, and each blow brought the metal closer to the shape he had in mind.

The old blacksmith's breathing and hammering maintained a rhythmic rhythm. Beads of sweat slid down the blacksmith's gray temples and evaporated into white mist before they dripped onto the red metal.

The orange-red steel billet on the anvil gradually lost its burnt color, revealing its sharp edge that was beginning to take shape.

"That's how blacksmithing works." Ember wiped the sweat off his forehead, and slowly lowered the red-hot knife blank into the water with pliers. The moment the scalding metal was immersed in the water, billowing steam hissed out.

The blacksmith turned sideways, his eyes fixed on the young man. "Wop asked me to teach you, but I don't have many skills. I can do nothing but blacksmithing. If you really want to learn, I won't hide it."

Vukan's voice was filled with a composure unbecoming of his age. "My father asked me to come and learn from you, and I myself am always drawn to the sparks of the forge."

Half a standard year passed, the little black boy had grown into a big black boy, and the residents of Hesiod had long been accustomed to the Wop family.

His father is a powerful earth shaman, his mother is the ancient fire dragon lord, and the child is so dark that people cannot help but doubt whether he is Wop's biological son.

This family of three is completely put together randomly, and it really makes people curious how they put it together.

On Nocturne, Earth Shamans are revered guardians.

They possess extraordinary wisdom and can predict the coming of disasters and protect people in times of trial.

The birth of every Earth Shaman is enough to make his city ecstatic.

Hesiod also had his own earth shaman, but his power was nowhere near as great as Wop's.

Wop is a ruthless man who can marry the Lord of Fire Dragon. There is only one such person in the long history of Nocturne.

Since Wop asked Wokhan to come to Ember to learn blacksmithing, there must be a reason that Ember cannot understand. The wisdom of mortals cannot reach the unfathomable thoughts of the earth shaman.

Ember: "Then you can learn from me. You can call me Master, but it doesn't matter if you don't."

Wu Kan's voice fell cleanly, "Master."

……

Amidst people's awe-inspiring gazes, Juno's mountain-like body soared into the sky, filled with leaden clouds.

Although Hesiod's inhabitants had already prepared fat livestock for her to enjoy, Juno still chose to fly alone to the dead volcano.

For her, hunting is not only a way to obtain food, but also an instinctive enjoyment engraved in her blood.

Juno flapped her wings and flew over the Sindala Plateau, then accelerated her dive as she entered the deadly volcano, causing the howling wind to roar between the rock walls.

All the fire dragons in the volcano retreated into their nests in fear, trying to hide from the Fire Dragon Lord.

This is the survival instinct engraved in the genes of wild animals.

Even the most ferocious beasts would instinctively shrink and tremble in front of Juno.

It's not just the huge gap in size, but also the bloodline suppression from the top of the food chain!

Juno folded her dragon wings and swooped down like a meteor.

Her sharp claws easily pierced the throat of a giant beast, and hot blood spurted out from the wound, burning wisps of green smoke on the scorched earth.

But just as she lowered her head to enjoy her prey.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion ripped through the silence.

Juno suddenly raised his head, and several black shadows were reflected in his blood-red vertical pupils.

They flew across the crimson sky like ghosts, making shrill screams as they cut through the thick clouds.

In Juno's long life, she had also witnessed these strange creatures. The mortals of Nocturne usually called them Twilight Ghosts. In the eyes of the child's father, these inherently evil dark elves were also enemies of the Seven Shields Alliance.

The child's father also warned her that if she accidentally encountered these abominable aliens while out hunting, she must remember to stay away from them.

Otherwise, if you are not careful, you will be captured by the aliens lurking in the shadows and dragged back to their lair of decadence and indulgence.

There, even the most powerful beasts would be used as fertility wombs to breed more fire dragons and throw them into the arena for their enjoyment.

Juno's dragon mouth roared. This is the dead volcano, which has been her territory for thousands of years!

Now that the Dark Eldar have invaded her territory, she needs to stay out of the spotlight for a while?

She is the Lord of Fire Dragons. The child’s father really underestimates her!

She lost to the child's father. According to the law of the jungle inherited from the ancient blood of wild beasts, the winner has the right to possess the body of the loser.

It is up to the winner to eat the loser or mate with him.

The Fire Dragon Lord has always been the winner for thousands of years, so she always eats the loser.

The only time she lost was to the child's father, although the child's father neither ate her nor mated with her, which was really strange.

But she is still the Lord of Fire Dragons and the undisputed overlord of Nocturne!

Should I avoid him?

"Roar--!"

Juno raised its ferocious dragon head, and the deafening dragon roar echoed among the volcanoes.

Juno suddenly spread her dark red membrane wings and soared into the sky under the crimson sky. She wanted to make any alien who dared to invade her territory pay with his life!

Juno was about to flap her wings to chase the dark elves flying across the sky, but while in the air, she keenly noticed the unusual movement on the cliffs below.

Several ghostly black shadows were moving through the volcano, apparently hunting something.

Juno's vision was clear in the air, and the person being hunted by the Dark Eldar was a dirty mortal boy.

The pursuit of the Dark Eldar forced him to flee, but his escape was not embarrassing. Instead, he was always looking for opportunities to counterattack.

But the gap between the two sides is too big.

The Dark Eldar possess powerful technology, and the staffs in their hands can spew out some kind of glittering crystals at high speed.

The boy was just a flesh and blood man, and could only rely on the rugged cliffs for cover.

Juno's extraordinary intelligence allowed her to judge the situation in front of her.

The Dark Eldar were definitely a group, but they seemed to be hunting different targets.

Those flying Dark Eldar were chasing their targets very quickly, and they might be afraid of something, otherwise they wouldn't have been unable to catch up.

The young man didn't know what was so special about him, but dozens of dark elves were chasing him from all directions.

The child’s father taught her that the enemy of my enemy is my friend!

Juno's vertical pupils shrank into thin scarlet lines, and her membrane wings suddenly folded in the sulfur smoke and fell straight towards the cliff.

As she was about to fall to the ground, hot dragon breath gushed out from her ferocious dragon mouth, instantly enveloping the three dark elves.

Those aliens didn't even have time to scream before they turned into smoking molten iron in the high temperature that was high enough to melt gold and iron.

"Roar--!"

Juno roared, and his thick dragon tail swept across like a giant whip, slamming the two dark elves into the cliff.

Her sharp dragon claws tore another alien into pieces, and a string of sticky blood flowed out as her claws swung.

The last Dark Eldar lunged forward, wielding a radiant whip. Juno's bloody maw suddenly opened, its sharp dragon teeth biting down like a guillotine. The alien's wraithbone armor held out only for a moment before it exploded in Juno's mouth.

The Dark Eldar still swung the whip unwillingly, hitting Juno's cheek hard.

Even though there was no damage to the flesh, there was still a severe burning pain at the whip marks, causing Juno to shake her head while roaring in pain and vomit out the remains of the Dark Eldar in her mouth.