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

But his biological mother, whom Wop never mentioned, perhaps never existed.

Even if she had, Ruth didn't think she could replace Sylvia.

Wop: "Has our misunderstanding been resolved?"

"For now," Leman Russ said, rising from the couch. "I hope we can be as open and honest with each other in the future as we were tonight."

Wop: "You're always welcome to come."

"You educate me and my brother differently, right?" Ruth asked suddenly.

Wop nodded. "Humans are not machines. They cannot be calibrated with a single formula. There's a saying in Ancient Terra that teaches students in accordance with their aptitude. Every Primarch has a different personality and abilities. My teaching methods will be adjusted appropriately based on each individual situation."

"So you've been humoring me this whole time?"

"It's not about compromise or not. This is my own choice."

"I appreciate it, but I won't say thank you," Ruth said.

He had thanked Wopple enough, but he would never say it again.

People only say thank you to strangers. Their feelings are not that weak and will never fade.

Just as Wop was about to say it was okay, Ruth stepped forward and gently hugged him with his tall body.

"So, I love you, Dad."

Leman Russ's embrace was sudden and fierce, yet extremely gentle, fearing that his superhuman strength would hurt Wop.

But before Wop could respond, the Primarch had already withdrawn like a storm.

Leman Russ opened the curtain without looking back, and his nose met Sylvia's wet nose as she was unable to dodge. The warm breath of the Fenris wolf sprayed on his face.

He came out so quickly that Sylvia had no time to hide.

In the shadows, his wolf brothers watched eagerly. Mother was too selfish, not letting them peek while she peeked.

"I love you mom."

Ruth gave Sylvia a gentle wolf kiss, but left before Sylvia could see his face clearly.

"And you, go back to bed!"

Behind Leman Russ, a rustling noise suddenly erupted. Fenrisian wolves, over two meters tall at the shoulder, were tucking their paws, trying to hide their massive bodies in the shadows where the moonlight couldn't reach them. However, their pricked ears and lashing tails were exposed to the torches of the Night Watch, making the human warriors laugh.

When Wop chased out of the tent, he could only hear the rustling sound of Sylvia's tail happily sweeping through the snow.

Wop shook his head helplessly and waved to Sylvia, "Elbow, follow me into the house."

Sylvia happily nudged Wop in her arms with her huge wolf kiss.

"Ruth, child, likes, giving birth, a lot, very much!"

"Humans and wolves are reproductively isolated. Forget it. Just go to bed."

Wop gently patted her wolf's lips, dispelling Sylvia's unrealistic idea. The she-wolf's eyes, which always sparkled with wildness, suddenly dimmed, and her ears drooped softly among the silver-gray hair.

She let out a nasal sound that was almost a whimper, and her huge wolf snout drooped to the ground. Her three-meter-tall body fell to the ground like a collapsed plush fortress, with her four paws facing the sky, revealing her belly covered with soft silver-white fur, which trembled pitifully with her feigned gasps.

"There's no point in being cute. Do you think this is Terra? This is Holy Terra!"

……

"The Season of Fire is here."

Tengger gazed into the distance. The glacier was slowly melting under the sun, and the crisp sound of the ice breaking was like the dying groan of an ancient giant beast.

The warriors' pupils reflected the collapsing ice-blue world, and their eyes were filled with deep worry.

Every Fire Season is a disaster, and no matter how well the tribe prepares, it cannot avoid disaster.

The Rus tribe members were busy loading all the usable supplies onto the huge dragon boat. There were too many of them and no dragon boat could accommodate everyone.

Therefore, the dragon boats of the Rus tribe are a huge fleet. Thousands of dragon boats carry all the members of the Rus tribe and the supplies they stored for the winter. They must leave the land by dragon boat before the ice and snow completely melt.

But they won't go too far, they will first confirm whether the original land will sink.

If they did not sink, they could wait until the earthquake and flood were over before going back. If they sank, they would go find new land.

Only a very small number of these dragon boats are made of trees, as dragon boats made of trees usually cannot be preserved for a long time and are limited in size.

The tribes of Fenris would basically risk their lives to hunt huge sea beasts in the summer, then use the bones of these sea beasts to make dragon boats, and use processed sea beast skins to cover the skeletons to form waterproof skins.

Although simple, these dragon boats are light, fast and easy to build, and this is also the only hope for the survival of the Fenris people.

Tengjier turned around and said to his people, "We have to set off. May our ancestors bless us."

Chapter 74 I am not a god (5K)

As the stable glaciers melted away completely, the people of Fenris began to experience earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions and storms.

The Rus warriors could only stand on the dragon boats and watch helplessly as the island on which they had depended for survival for the past few years was torn apart by the earthquake amidst earth-shaking roars, and was dragged into the abyss inch by inch by the surging waves.

Thousands of dragon ships drifted on the sea, but this huge fleet was still a drop in the ocean in Fenris.

Tengjil gave the second largest dragon boat of the entire tribe to Wop. In addition to Rus and the wolf pack, there were also some children on it.

This is Wop's requirement. No matter how poor you are, you must not be short of education. Even if you are fleeing, you must not be short of education.

Although the conditions were difficult, Wop was just drifting on the sea, while Dorothy was able to educate a group of orphans at the bottom nest at the risk of her life.

"Bang!" Wop, sitting on the deck, slammed his skull against the side of the ship. "Today we continue our story of Norse mythology, Chapter 32. Loki's clever tricks lead to Garm's tragic possession!"

"So, the father and son went to Helheim..."

"Woo!"

The desolate sound of the horn pierced the roar of the storm and echoed among the raging waves.

The warriors of the Rus tribe stood on the high rails of the dragon ship, their mane cloaks soaked in salt water fluttering in the wind.

When they roared at the neighboring ships, the sound rolling in their throats was almost a wolf howl.

"Huge waves!"

The warning had just broken on the crest of the wave when a dark mountain suddenly rose on the distant horizon, as if the whole world was overturning before their eyes.

The Rus tribe's fleet seemed huge, but few dragon boats could withstand the impact of the huge waves, and despair gradually enveloped everyone's heart.

Tengger murmured, "It seems our luck is not very good."

The people of Fenris have been struggling to survive on Fenris since birth, and they experience similar things every year.

Such catastrophic events were commonplace during the Fire Season, and Tengger had long been accustomed to them.

During the Fire Season of the previous year, he had heard that the Tidal Black Rock Tribe was swallowed up by a tsunami and there were no survivors in the entire tribe.

This time it was their turn, and Tengjier only hoped that the shamans on the largest dragon boats could help them withstand the huge waves and leave a offspring for the Rus tribe.

"Wop, help them." Ruth stared at the huge wave that blocked out the sky. His voice was mixed with the whimper of the sea breeze, so light that it was almost crushed by the waves, but Wop heard it clearly.

Wop: "I would help even if you didn't tell me, but I wouldn't help them, I would help us."

Ruth's mouth pulled out a smile, "Then help us."

Wop stood on the sharp horn of the dragon ship. Even though his figure seemed extremely thin in the storm, when he slowly opened his arms, a torrent of dark blue psychic energy gushed out from his body, intertwining between the raging sea and sky, and gradually condensing into a blue dome across the sky.

The curved light curtain with a diameter of 20 kilometers is like a giant bowl that has existed since the beginning of creation, upside down above the fleet in an absolutely protective posture.

This miraculous scene left the warriors of the Rus tribe speechless. The shamans knelt on the deck, trembling all over, with their animal tooth necklaces jingling on their chests.

Powerful shamans can summon blizzards, heal wounds, and even control the wind and waves, but not even in legends has anyone been able to master such a majestic and vast energy and spread it gently across the entire sea!

"Don't leave the light curtain!" Rus shouted to the nearby dragon boat.

The warriors of the Rus tribe finally came to their senses. They passed the warning on to every dragon ship by word of mouth, but even without their reminder, no one would be stupid enough to leave the light curtain at this time.

"boom!"

The moment the monstrous wave crashed into the psychic barrier with the force of a city, the entire ocean suddenly erupted in the fragmented light of a galaxy. Millions of tons of seawater exploded into liquid stars on the dark blue light curtain, and the splashing foam outlined a fleeting brilliance on the surface of the dome.

Inside the dome, the sea surrounding the fleet was completely calm; not even the smallest dragon boats trembled. The massive wave that could have torn the entire fleet apart was now unable to penetrate even a single drop of water through the thin, cicada-wing psychic barrier.

The Rus warriors looked up at the raging waves surging above their heads but unable to find a way in, as if they were witnessing a living myth.

When the last raging wave ran out of energy outside the dome, the dark blue psychic light curtain began to dissipate quietly like morning mist.

The afterglow of psychic energy drifted away like fine snow, reflecting a rainbow of seven colors under the sky that had just cleared after the rain.

The fleet floated quietly on the suddenly tamed sea, their keels intact, their decks intact, and no casualties. But the Rus tribe did not erupt in celebration of their survival. The entire fleet remained eerily silent, and even the most boisterous young warriors became mute.

Their eyes were still fixed on the thin figure standing on the tip of the dragon ship. Wop's robe was still floating with lingering spiritual energy, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a cocoon of light woven from millions of stars. Perhaps there was only one word to describe him at this moment - like a god.

The moment Wop turned around, thousands of fiery gazes pierced him like arrows.

He was so familiar with this look!

Those mortals who regarded Lorgar and the Emperor as gods all had this kind of look in their eyes.

Wop's heart skipped a beat, and an ancient language was brewing in his mind.

"I am not God!" he shouted.

Ruth: "I prove that he is not a god."

Gods do not raise mortal children.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, an abyss-like whirlpool exploded on the sea surface, accompanied by a deafening roar. A sea beast with a body length of more than 300 meters broke through the waves. The wave wall it raised pushed more than a dozen dragon boats to shake violently.

The warriors of the Rus tribe instinctively clenched their weapons, and then they found that the ancient sea monster was turning over its pale belly and was motionless.

In the direction of the fleet's voyage, countless fish formed a "land" and were drifting towards the fleet with the ocean current. The rolling waves were a disaster for the fleet on the sea surface and also for the marine life living in the shallow waters.

……

The disastrous harvest three Terran months ago kept the entire fleet busy for a while. They had originally been worried about whether they would have enough food for the Fire Season, but now they have enough food to last until the end of the Fire Season.

Many sea fish that could not be dried in time had to be thrown back into the sea, which made the warriors of the Rus tribe cry out that it was a waste but they were helpless.

In the harsh winter of Fenris, food can be preserved for a long time. However, during the Season of Fire, any food not prepared as jerky will rot within a few days. The common sense of the Fenrisians is forged in this extreme environment.

After a long journey of a Terran moon, the environment in Fenris has become increasingly harsh.

The scorching island rises from the steaming sea, spewing flames into the sky, lava pours down the hillside, huge waves wash over the island's coastline, the sea water boils into steam, and sulfurous smoke envelops the entire Fenris. The whole world is a doomsday scene.

But the Rus tribe was lucky, because on the thirty-second day of their voyage they found a new island with steam rising from it.

The islands sitting on the sea are like black fangs piercing the waves. Dark red lava veins flow on the exposed basalt, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of the fierce confrontation between sulfur and sea salt.

The island is large enough to accommodate the entire Rus tribe.

But this land rising from the depths of the sea has not yet lost the warmth of creation, and the Rus people must wait for it to cool down naturally before they can set foot on this land.

During this period they still had to live on the dragon boat, but finding such an island was already the greatest blessing. The Rus tribe was very happy just not having to continue wandering.

"Father, I have been waiting for so long, why haven't you come to me yet?"

When Wop woke up in the glaring morning sun, the resentful voice in his dream was still echoing in his mind.

Wop murmured to himself, "That's right."

He hadn't dreamed when he first came to Fenris, and he hadn't dreamed for a long time, but now he finally had a dream for the first time.

Brother Xiao Ma, isn't the delay a bit high?

However, he couldn't be completely sure that it was Brother Xiao Ma. After all, he had only heard of him but never seen him.

But he calls him dad and makes telepathic calls to him. Combining these two characteristics, he can only think of Brother Xiao Ma.

"Ouch!"

The salty sea breeze blew towards him, carrying the joyful howls of wolves. Wop leaned over the dragon boat and saw Leman Russ diving into the waves. The splashing water droplets turned into countless diamonds and adorned his wild curly hair.

A dozen Fenrisian wolves stood on the side of the ship, watching eagerly as schools of fish rushed towards the Primarch like cannonballs, then were dragged back aboard by the fishing nets cast by the dragonship's warriors. Although the fleet still had enough dried fish and meat to eat, they still needed something fresh every now and then.

But except Rus, no one in the fleet dared to go to sea.

All creatures on Fenris are dangerous. These ripping fish, which resemble large barracudas, are at the bottom of the marine food chain. They feed on Fenris krill, which are at the bottom of the food chain, but their sharp teeth can still chew up an adult in seconds.

The ripping fish were attracted to Rus's live bait, but their sharp teeth could not bite through Rus's skin, and they all ended up as food for the tribe.

Rus casually picked up a struggling tearing fish the size of a mortal's arm, and it drew a silver parabola in the air.

Before they even landed on the deck, the wolves had already stretched their necks and were scrambling for the catch. Fenrir took the lead, but was immediately crushed to the bottom by the wolves. The dragon boat, laden with catch, had no shortage of food; they were just looking for the fun atmosphere.