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

It was a pity that Angron had just driven away the Eldar when the slave-hunting team arrived, leaving him no time to breathe.

Let the slave-hunting team come, but the key is that this group of slave-hunting team is full of black technology, and the drugs they use are so powerful that even the original body can't resist it!

"Are you really coming?"

Before Wop had even left the mountain, he suddenly saw a group of black dots in the distance heading their way. He had no idea what this slave-hunting team was thinking. Who would have the time to capture slaves on the snowy mountains?

They obviously had a purpose. Either this slave-hunting team was targeting the Eldar, or they were targeting Angron. After all, the Primarch's infant pod that fell from the sky was too conspicuous.

Their original purpose was not necessarily to capture slaves, but they just captured Angron.

"boom!"

Before the slave-hunting team and Wop met, the entire snowy peak suddenly roared like a dragon awakening. A wave of snow-colored death poured down from the peak. Tens of thousands of tons of snow, guided by supernatural forces, formed a roaring celestial punishment, precisely engulfing the slave-hunting team in a blanket of white.

Wop plucked a green leaf from the top of a tree. It looked very similar to the trees on ancient Terra, but he couldn't tell what kind it was.

The boy was exhausted, but he still tried to look up at Wop, as if Wop would disappear if he closed his eyes.

"Can't sleep?" Wop's palm gently stroked the boy's back. "Then let me tell you a story. I've also told this story to your other brothers."

"Laius lost his father at a young age and went to live with Pelops, becoming a tutor to Pelops' son Chrysippus. However, Laius was a pedophile who abducted the beautiful young man Chrysippus and caused his death."

"Pelops therefore cursed Laius to be killed by his own son."

"Laius later became the king of Thebes. One day, after getting drunk, he had sex with his wife Jocasta, which led to the birth of Oedipus."

"Fearing the curse, Laius threw Oedipus into a desolate mountain to kill him, but Oedipus was fortunately rescued by a shepherd and eventually adopted by the childless King Polybus and Queen Merope of Corinth."

"When Oedipus grew up, an oracle predicted that he would kill his father and marry his mother. To prevent the oracle from coming true, Oedipus left Corinth and vowed never to return."

"One day, Oedipus and Laius met on a narrow road. They did not know each other, and Laius arrogantly asked Oedipus to move aside. As a result, the two men fought, and in the struggle, Oedipus killed Laius."

"Oedipus then became king of Thebes and, according to custom, married the widowed Queen Jocasta."

"Oedipus killed his father," the boy began awkwardly.

"Why are you all focusing on something so biased?" Wop was helpless. "The point is the prophecy, not his patricide!"

The boy was confused.

Wop: "Oedipus had many ways to prevent the oracle from coming true. The simplest way was suicide, and the next best way was to remain single. But Oedipus believed he had already left Corinth and that the oracle would not come true. He also didn't know that Laius was his biological father, so he committed patricide and married his mother. The essence of Oedipus' tragedy is a failure to understand the situation."

"The Ark Eldar are a typical Oedipus. Their actions, driven by their fear of the prophecy coming true, ultimately led to its fulfillment. There's nothing wrong with preventing a tragic future. I would have done the same, but the Ark Eldar are foolish for failing to see the situation clearly."

The Ark Eldar's prophet predicted that Angron would destroy their Craftworld, and then they came to kill Angron.

But since they had already decided to kill Angron, why did they only send a few people?

If Wop was determined to kill people to avert the prophecy, he would definitely bring in half the Eldar on the Craftworld.

Of course, he would not use this method to avoid the fulfillment of the prophecy.

Wop knows what will happen in the future, and he has been trying to avoid it.

But he would not kill the nine traitorous Primarchs, but would try to educate and influence them.

If these Eldar had not tried to kill Angron, but instead brought him back to the Craft World to train him carefully and help him with all their heart, even if the Primarch had been implanted with the Emperor's mental imprint of hatred for the xenos, Angron would certainly not have had the heart to exterminate the Eldar who adopted and taught him.

Because Angron's abilities destined him to be the most emotional Primarch, his humanity was even higher than Vorkan's.

As long as this group of Eldar did not threaten the foundation of the Imperium of Man, Angron might even provide them with cover from the Emperor and the other Primarchs.

What a pity, if the elves were so sensible, they would not be elves.

The opportunity was given to the elves, but they couldn't seize it.

Although they are a poor race, they always think that they are the masters of the galaxy and think that everyone they meet is a primitive person.

In this respect, the Ark Eldar are even inferior to the Dark Eldar.

The Dark Eldar have adjusted their mindset, knowing that the outcome is irreversible, so they must enjoy themselves while they can and use pain to delay death.

They also know that psionics will attract Slaanesh, so the entire race restrains itself from using psionics.

The Savage Eldar saw the situation clearly. They had long known that the Eldar Empire was irreversible, so they chose to return to their primitive state early on and not take the initiative to contact the outside world.

The Ark Eldar are neither of these two things. They can neither recognize the situation nor adjust their mindset.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep."

After listening to the story, the boy still didn't want to sleep, so Wop had to hum a lullaby softly.

The boy's little head swayed gently with his steps, and finally rested comfortably on the side of Wop's neck, like a cub that had finally let down all its defenses and fell asleep.

Chapter 82: Neos won't be angry if he finds out, right? (5K)

"woke up?"

The boy's long eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his sleepy eyes in the morning light. Although he was already conscious, he still clung to the man's warmth. He gently shrugged in the man's arms, rubbing his cheek against his strong chest and letting out a nasal hum.

"Get up first, I have something to tell you." Wop's palm gently fell on the boy's soft head and rubbed it like stroking a lazy kitten.

The boy slowly rose from Wop's arms, like a cub reluctant to leave its warm nest.

He reluctantly moved half an inch away, but couldn't help but glance back at the place where the body temperature remained. Finally, he knelt down upright in front of Wop.

"Dong dong!"

The knock on the door suddenly interrupted the silence in the room, and a child's voice was heard from outside the door.

"Big brother, can I come in?"

"Come in, Mira."

The sweet aroma of wheat wafted through the cracks in the wooden door, accompanied by the creaking sound of the wooden floor as the little girl jumped.

A long, lingering rumble came from the boy's abdomen, a sound that was particularly clear in the quiet room. He hurriedly pressed his stomach and lowered his head in shame.

"Here." The girl with long light golden hair took out a long piece of bread from the wicker basket and handed it to the boy.

The boy looked up at Wop, and only when Wop nodded did he hurriedly reach out to take it.

"Crack!" The boy tentatively tapped the crust of the bread with his front teeth, but only left two shallow teeth marks on the surface.

"Big brother, what's his name?" Mira stretched out her little hand and touched the boy's hair, clumsily rubbing his curled hair with her palm.

Wop: "Angron."

Mira suddenly leaned closer, her round eyes curved into two small crescents, and a bright smile spread across her face: "Hello, Angron, I'm Mira!"

"You howl," the boy mumbled in reply, still struggling with the baguette, crushing it with his hard teeth and swallowing it. He was starving; he hadn't eaten anything since he was born, and he had killed dozens of Eldar.

Mira turned around and put on a stern face to warn Wop, "Big brother, Dad told me to tell you, absolutely, absolutely do not go out. If the village chief finds you as a stranger, he will definitely notify the High Knight and have you all arrested!"

"I see. Thank you, Mira." Wop's palm covered Mira's head and rubbed it like a spoiled kitten. The girl immediately giggled and unconsciously raised her little face to follow the warmth of his palm.

I don’t know why, but when I was with my big brother, Mira felt light and airy, like a little fish swimming back to the warm ocean.

Angron suddenly felt that the bread in his hand no longer had any flavor, and stared at Mira who was rubbing against Wop's palm.

"Aren't you going away?" asked Wop.

Mira suddenly tensed her face, trying to arrange her freckles into a serious look, "I have to watch you here and can't let you run around!"

"Then I'll give you a class together." Wop nodded, and Mira was very confused by what he said. What class? What class?

"Angron," Wop said to the boy, "eat and listen to me."

The boy nodded, and when Wop looked over, he suddenly felt that the bread in his hand had become fragrant again.

"The world beneath our feet is called Nukeria. This world has advanced technology inherited from the Dark Age of Technology, but its system is very primitive."

"Oligarchs ruled the world in city-states, each with a ruling clan. This wealthy elite lived in luxurious palaces, while the masses of their city-states lived in slums outside the palace walls."

"For their own amusement, they would regularly hold gladiatorial death matches in large arenas, pitting captured slaves against one another in the arena to satisfy their bloodlust."

"Angron, you are the Primarch, you must unify this world."

"Dad, I want it, how do I do it?"

The boy was learning as fast as his other brothers. He could now understand what Wop said without using his abilities, but he was not very proficient in speaking yet.

"You have two paths to choose from." Wop raised his index finger. "First, start from the top and gradually control all city-states by controlling the oligarchic rulers. This method is the simplest, and I estimate that unification can be completed in a few months at most."

"Second, unite all the oppressed and launch an uprising of unprecedented proportions. This path is difficult. Slaves without weapons cannot easily defeat the armies of the nobles. Angron, tell me, which path will you choose?"

"The second way." Angron answered without hesitation.

Wop: "If you choose this path, many people will die. Have you made up your mind?"

"Yeah." Angron nodded vigorously and took a vicious bite of the baguette. He didn't like those slave owners.

"Then starting today, you must work hard for this path."

"Will you help me, Father?" Angron's eyes sparkled with hope.

"I will help you, but the main thing still depends on you. You are the Primarch."

Angron's eyes suddenly lit up, and he continued to torture his teeth with the baguette happily.

"But," Wop's voice suddenly dropped, "don't call me dad anymore."

Angron's eyelashes fluttered slightly, his wet eyes filled with helplessness and pleading. He tilted his head slightly upwards, his voice soft as if afraid to disturb anything: "Why...why?"

The end of his voice was trembling, like the whimper of an abandoned little animal.

"Because I'm not your father. The Emperor is." Wop lowered his voice deliberately and approached Angron with feigned seriousness. "If you all call me that, he'll be furious!"

Wop was just trying to scare the kid as a joke, but Angron just lowered his head with a look of disappointment.

"Emperor." Angron silently repeated this unfamiliar title in his heart, and gently uttered the two syllables with the tip of his tongue against his palate.

This word is like a piece of sharp-edged obsidian, hanging heavily in my chest, each facet reflecting a cold light.

He clenched his fists unconsciously. The man who could make a child afraid to call for his father must be a tyrant in a golden robe.

"What is an uprising?" Mira was confused. She didn't understand a lot of what they said.

But one thing she understood was that Wop and Angron were going to rebel against the nobles who ruled the city-state.

Mira shrank her neck. Although she was still young and had never been to a city-state, she knew what being a noble meant.

They are the masters of Nuceria, and all people are born to kneel at their feet. Why resist?

If I resist, will I never have bread to eat again?

Their house would definitely burn down anyway, right?

Just like the village chief burned down the house of Uncle Trier who accidentally offended him because Uncle Trier refused to sell the land to the village chief.

Uncle Trier's wife and youngest son were burned to death. Mira had once held the three-month-old baby in her arms. They were all burned to death. It was so pitiful.

My father and other uncles wanted to put out the fire, but the village chief said that whoever dared to put out the fire would have his house burned down, so no one dared to put out the fire.

The village chief also did not allow them to leave, wanting to let them see what would happen to those who resisted him.

Uncle Trier also wanted to resist, but was sold to the city-state as a gladiator by the village chief. He should be dead now, right?

If they resisted, the nobles would surely burn down their houses just like the village chief did, right?

Mira tugged at Wop's sleeve.

"Can you please not resist?" The girl's voice was as light as a falling feather. She lowered her head, her fingers nervously twisting the corner of her clothes.

He will definitely die, she doesn't want her elder brother to die.

"No." Wop's palm gently rested on the girl's hair. Angron moved his hips to squeeze in front of Wop. Wop looked at the two children flanking him from both sides and placed his right hand on Angron's head.

Mira is not Angron, she is just a farmer's child and does not have such a high level of awareness.

The status of Nuceria peasants was slightly higher than that of slaves, but not much higher, because they were all exploited classes.

These farmers have been farming their own fields for generations. Although they have to pay high taxes and levies to serve the nobles, they still have their own fields, and the fields are their cattle.

They were not destitute like slaves.

Their fields and their families are telling them that they must accept their fate. At least they can survive being exploited, but if the uprising fails, they will really lose everything.

They never thought that the uprising would succeed. How could a group of peasants like them rebel against the nobles who had advanced technology?

An uprising is nothing more than a futile resistance of people who are driven into a desperate situation.

The slaves rebelled because they had nothing, so they could fight to the death.

But the peasants were not completely obedient. As long as the rebels showed even a slight chance of winning, the peasants who had been oppressed too much would join the rebels.