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

Every time Russ conquered an archipelago tribe, he would go to the sea to hunt sea beasts.

In the past two years, hundreds of sea beasts have died at the hands of Rus alone.

The small ones are one or two hundred meters, and the large ones are only seven or eight hundred meters.

The smallest sea beast carcass can feed a tribe for several months, and the bones can be used to build large dragon boats.

Russ had done enough for the Fenrisians, and he wanted to spend the rest of his time with his family.

He knew that the Emperor would come to find him, maybe in five years, maybe in three years, but he would definitely come to find him.

The day the Emperor descends upon Fenris, Wop will depart too.

Ruth gladly accepted his mission, but he still hoped that day would come later.

……

"The King is back!"

"Leman Russ!"

Before winter came, the dragon boats returned to the Rus tribe, and thousands of dragon boats of the Rus tribe went out to sea to welcome them.

When Russ lifted the wolfskin curtain, the familiar smell of barbecue and mead hit him in the face.

“It’s pretty much the same place as when I left it.”

Qiao Lin joked, "You're taller now than when you left."

He met Ruth when she was still a child in the winter three years ago.

Russ was about the same height as him then, but in just a few months he had grown taller than the strongest warriors in the tribe.

But he has grown up now and has become the most powerful warrior in the Rus tribe besides Rus.

"I actually wish I were shorter. You have to know that I'm only three and a half years old. What are other three-and-a-half-year-old kids doing? They're still playing coquettishly in their parents' arms, but I'm already the king ruling the world."

Others might have thought Ruth was in Versailles, but Qiao Lin heard Ruth's sadness.

The tenderness and care that he once stubbornly refused have now become a luxury that he will never be able to obtain. Is it the same for his brother?

The bitterness surging in Rus's chest had not yet reached his throat when it was washed away by the mead he drank in one gulp.

"Where's Tengil?"

Qiao Lin fell silent, and Ruth realized what was happening.

"A year ago, during the Fire Season, a two-hundred-meter-long sea monster attacked our tribe while we were out fishing. Although we eventually killed it, we lost Tengir and 173 warriors."

Tengger was a respectable elder who taught him a lot when he was young.

But Fenris has no room for sadness, and Rus will not grieve for Tengil, but will be happy for him instead.

Because he died in battle, and before his death he hunted a sea monster, which is the highest honor for the people of Fenris.

The Rus tribe will always remember him, and his deeds will be passed down from generation to generation, becoming a legend sung by bards.

Fenrisians rarely die of old age, as warriors will seek opportunities to die in battle before they die of old age. Only the shamans who protect the tribe are forced to live to old age for the sake of the tribe's inheritance.

Wop raised his glass, "To Tengger."

"Cheers to Tengger!" Ruth and Qiao Lin also raised their glasses.

Ruth and Qiao Lin drank it all in one gulp, but Wop coughed because of the spicy taste.

Qiao Lin was surprised because Wop never drank before.

All of Rus's tribe recognized Rus as the most powerful warrior in Fenris, and Wop as the most powerful shaman in Fenris.

But Qiao Lin didn't expect that Wop was not even as good as a three-year-old child in drinking.

"You are already a grown-up, why are you still acting like a child? If you can't drink, don't try to be stubborn!" Ruth snatched Wop's horn cup with both blame and heartache, and patted Wop's back with his empty palm, which was not even as wide as his palm.

Qiao Lin looked at the father and son, one big and one small, and fell silent. Who is the father?

Chapter 79 Why Are You So Childish? (5K)

The outline of Asaheim was frozen on the skyline like an ancient ice sculpture, and the new snow fell like broken diamonds, each flake reflecting the sharpness of ice crystals in the polar sunlight.

In silence, the entire snowfield is covering all the untold stories with the purest white.

When night falls, the Rus people's feast begins on time around the bonfire.

The warriors rushed into the royal tent with ice all over their bodies. The white mist they exhaled was still wrapped in the fishy smell of the day's hunt. The blood-stained battle axes and mead horns collided with a familiar rhythm.

Russ sat on the oak throne, holding a roasted bear leg in one hand and drinking liquor in the other.

His wolf brothers stood guard on both sides of the throne, too lazy to even sniff the mead. Their sharp teeth only tore into the roasted meat, enjoying the delicious taste of the rich fat splashing in their mouths.

Wop used his dagger to cut off a piece of bear belly meat, and Sylvia immediately took it with her wet nose, her silver-gray tail sweeping out a cheerful arc.

"I'm a little tired today, Sylvia. Let's go back and rest early."

When they were almost done eating, Wop yawned, patted Sylvia's soft fur, and then the man and the wolf walked out of the warm tent and into the bitter wind and snow on the ice field.

"Tons, tons, tons!"

Ruth tilted his head back and poured the liquor into his mouth without going to see his parents off.

The warriors of the Rus tribe would drink until dawn in the king's tent, but Wop didn't drink, so it was difficult for him to enjoy this atmosphere.

They would leave halfway through the party, something Ruth was used to.

Ruth is not as selfish as his brothers, who are unwilling to give their parents even a little private space.

"call."

Wop yawned in the snow, and the white mist he exhaled was torn into pieces as soon as it formed, while the she-wolf wrapped her furry tail around his body to keep him warm.

The hustle and bustle of the banquet behind me suddenly seemed far away, as if separated by an entire ice age.

A wanderer wrapped in a tattered robe passed by them, his eyes from under the hood lingering on Sylvia's shiny silver fur for a moment, then he gave Wop an elusive nod.

But the outline of the wanderer was just a swaying shadow in Wop's eyes. He was too tired and his eyelids felt heavy.

If Sylvia hadn't wrapped her tail around his waist, he would have fallen headfirst into the snowdrift.

"Bang!" Wop fell towards Sylvia and was caught by her soft fur. The wanderer helped him up and pushed him hard onto the she-wolf's back.

"Woo!" The she-wolf let out a short and soft purr from her throat to express her gratitude to him.

The wanderer's lips curled up into a faint arc. He wrapped his robe tightly and passed them. The sound of his shoes crushing the snow was even lighter than the falling snow.

When his figure merged into the snow mist rolling in the direction of the royal tent, the footprints that had just been printed were buried by the new snow, as if they had never existed.

The wanderer's intrusion immediately alerted the warriors, but the wanderer was indifferent to the warriors' vigilance and walked straight towards the throne.

The wolves on either side of the throne straightened up, and their shadows, more than three meters high, completely enveloped the wanderer.

But these behemoths abnormally did not make any growls at this moment, but used their tense muscles to build a furry barrier in front of the throne.

"Quiet." The wanderer pressed his palm lightly, and the wolves all lowered their bodies.

The king's tent suddenly fell into an eerie silence, even the campfire stopped crackling.

The wanderer continued to walk forward slowly, facing the wolf king, and their two pairs of eyes collided in the stagnant air.

"Nice to meet you, Leman Russ." The Wanderer's voice was as cold as the wind and snow. "May I have the honor of joining you in this grand banquet?"

Ruth grinned, but spoke bluntly, "You are not welcome here."

"Let's have a competition. You decide the content. If I win, I want to sit there and participate in this grand banquet." The wanderer pointed to the right side of the throne.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The warriors banged their axes against their shields and mocked his presumption in the crudest Fenrisian slang, but the Wanderer didn't even flutter the hem of his robe.

"What if you lose?" The wolf king's pupils shrank into two thin lines, and his eyelids slowly lowered.

Wanderer: "Whatever."

He was clearly confident, but Ruth's eyes gleamed with cunning, "You said so."

Without giving the wanderer a chance to regret, he handed the horn cup to him and said, "Want a sip?"

The wanderer raised his horn cup and covered his face with his sleeve.

"How?" Ruth asked.

Wanderer: "I have a better wine there, maybe you should try it."

His words were quite tactful, but they still made the soldiers blush.

Russ suddenly burst into laughter. "Of course you have better wine. The entire galaxy is yours. What does Fenris mean to you?"

Wanderer: "Do you know who I am?"

Rus laughed. "Nice to meet you, Lord of Mankind."

"Nice to meet you, my son."

The cloak slipped away like melting winter snow, and instantly the warriors in the royal tent were nearly blinded by the dazzling golden light. The Lord of Humanity stood like a deity descended to earth, towering even taller than the Wolf King. The ornate runes flowing across his golden armor eclipsed all the other battle axes.

Lord of Humanity: "Shall we begin the competition now?"

"No." Rus's lips curled up into a subtle arc, neither a humble gesture of submission nor a mocking gesture of defiance. "Let's save the competition for later, when I can defeat you."

"You lack confidence in yourself."

"Confidence won't let me defeat you."

"Why should competitions be limited to combat?"

"Then what's the competition? Eating meat and drinking wine?" Ruth asked back, "Even if I win, what's the use? You still won't admit it."

Neos: "Do you think I'll get so angry that I'll punch you and knock you out?"

Ruth grinned, "Don't you know everything?"

Even if Russ had defeated the Emperor in a food and drink challenge, he himself would not have acknowledged such a victory gained through trickery.

This kind of victory is meaningless and will only make both sides of the competition look particularly childish for competing over such a boring thing.

What Russ needed was a victory that would be acknowledged by the Lord of Mankind, a victory that would truly allow him to fulfill whatever promise he had made.

At the moment, Ruth has no chance of defeating him, so he wants to leave this opportunity for the future.

Rus asked casually, "Are you alone? Where are my brothers? Where is my legion?"

Neos: "Your brothers, like you, are obsessed with ruling your world and are reluctant to declare war on the stars. Your legion, however, depends on your choice. Tell me, Russ, what future do you desire?"

"I pledge my loyalty to you, so long as you remain the Emperor of Mankind." Russ knelt on one knee, bowing his head to the stranger.

The warriors exchanged confused glances, their boots rubbing against the ground as they slowly retreated from the royal tent.

They didn't understand the relationship between Rus and the Wanderer. They only heard Rus say that the Wanderer was the master of mankind, and the Wanderer called Rus his son. But wasn't Rus's father Wop?

Neos: "I've envisioned this meeting in a thousand futures, but never this... peaceful."

"Is it impressive?" Ruth asked.

Neos: "More profound than any of your other brothers."

"Have you met any of my brothers?"

"If it's now, three. If it's in the future, all of them."

Russ straightened up. "Be careful of your future, Lord of Mankind. It will make you lose sight of the path ahead."

Neos: "Why won't you call me father?"

Ruth asked in return, "Did my brothers call you father?"

Neos: “Yes.”

Ruth's eyebrows almost rose into her hair in surprise. "Who's so desperate? You didn't make it up just to save face, did you?"

Neos suddenly couldn't understand his son. There was no tension in their encounter, nor was there love between father and son, nor was there tit-for-tat, nor was there joy. Instead, this strange calmness made the Lord of Mankind feel a little strange and helpless.

What had Wop taught Russ to be? Was he still the Primarch?

"Where's Wop?" Ruth asked.

Neos: "He should leave."

"Oh." Ruth squeezed out a vague response from his throat, seeming nonchalant, but his hurried back still betrayed him.