Warhammer: I don’t want to become an evil god!!

Logan was dumbfounded; he hadn't expected these Chosen Ones to actually fall for the mission.

"Ah, even the air in Fenris is so crisp and sweet. I love Fenris, Lord Logan. Give me the mission."

One player shouted in a sickeningly sweet voice.

The space wolves, including the Windcaller Nagar, standing nearby, suddenly felt a wave of nausea!

There are rewards, but do you Chosen Ones have to be so stingy?!

"Let's not beat around the bush, I'm here to do a mission."

"The enemy! Where is the enemy?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!"

"........."

Logan recalled the saint's words, glanced around at the enthusiastic chosen ones, and then spoke in a kind yet authoritative tone.

"The orc warlord who occupies the ruins of the Eternal Twilight is very powerful and skilled in the use of psionic energy. He wields a black stone staff filled with evil power and commands a large number of orc warriors."

"To defend the Father's territory, we must destroy the orcs' fortress, kill that leader, and utterly destroy the wrecked ship."

"Thank you for your dedication. Space Wolves will remember your friendship."

After saying that, Logan began to select the chosen ones.

The Eternal Twilight's wrecked ship is comparable to an asteroid, teeming with countless orcs.

To storm the orc fortress and, under the protection of numerous orc warriors, behead that orc warlord would be no easy task.

It would take a group of heroes with a spirit of sacrifice to do this.

Logan selected those chosen ones who met the criteria based on the information on the data board.

He saw the chosen one who had challenged him before.

The other party was also crowding into the group of Chosen Ones, clearly hoping to try their luck.

Logan felt a little angry when he thought about what the other person had said before.

They are not wolf cubs abandoned by Ruth.

Logan deliberately avoided choosing that guy, skipping him several times in a row.

The bald monk didn't have much hope to begin with.

After all, the NPCs in Warhammer Online are too intelligent; they really do hold grudges.

But he was skipped several times in a row, and even players who were not as good as him were selected.

This blatant targeting still made him very indignant.

The bald monk pushed his way through the crowd and stood before Logan, shouting, "As a son of Ruth, I demand that you put me on the list."

His voice was so loud that it silenced all the players and Space Wolf, who all watched the scene unfold.

Everyone knows about the conflict between the two.

"Why should I?" Logan raised his head and looked at the chosen one in front of him.

“With my weapons and my blood,” the bald monk said, “the son of Ruth should be at the forefront of the fight for his father. It would be a disgrace if he were forced to stay away from the battlefield because of his own selfishness.”

"If you insist on humiliating me, I suggest we have another duel."

“You lost your previous duel,” Logan said.

“So what? I’m still standing here. As long as I have a breath left, I will keep challenging until the shame is washed away,” the bald monk shouted. “I am the son of Ruth, and I will never accept such humiliation.”

These words silenced Logan for a moment, then he said to the bald monk, "Do not betray the blood of Ruth."

The bald monk's eyes widened, revealing a look of surprise.

"Fantastic! Long live Fenris! Long live the wolves!"

Amidst the clanging of armor, the excited bald monk suddenly embraced the alpha wolf, Logan.

Logan looked shocked; the sudden hug had thrown his usually composed mind into disarray.

Logan looked at the chosen one before him and felt a surge of emotion.

If it were me who got turned away and mocked, I'd probably be cursed even more rudely than him.

Even a chosen one is still just a young child.

Hot-tempered and naive, a true Fenris wolf cub.

During the Moon of Shame incident, my words and actions were far more serious than those of this young man.

"Welcome back to Fenris, child. The blood of Ruth binds us together."

Logan spoke sincerely, and at that moment, he completely acknowledged this chosen one with the blood of Ruth.

"Ruth connects us by blood," the bald monk shouted.

Logan smiled.

He recalled the bald monk's performance during their duel.

After hesitating for a moment, Logan turned and whispered a few words in the ear of Ulric, the wolf guard accompanying him.

Ulrico looked surprised.

"Alpha Wolf, is this really how it has to be?"

“Go ahead, his potential is greater than all of ours, he deserves Ruth’s gift,” Logan said.

Ulrico nodded and turned to walk into the deep tunnel.

A moment later, he returned with a reliquary.

After the relic box was opened, a Frostblade Battle Axe appeared before everyone.

The handle of the battle axe is wrapped with anti-slip strips, and ancient runes are engraved on the axe body. The sharp blade gleams with a cold light.

"This is a gift for the son of Ruth, who possesses pure blood, Chosen One, 'Cunning! I can tell you're not human at first glance,'" Logan read out the bald monk's ID from the text.

To be honest, Logan didn't know the meaning of these words when put together.

I just feel that the names of these chosen ones are all very strange.

A series of strange words combined together.

Logan guessed it must be some kind of profound subspace language.

Those demons might recognize them.

"What is this?" The bald monk's eyes widened.

Unexpectedly, he actually had a day when he had to ask NPCs to give him gifts.

Did the game developers have a change of heart and transfer the succubus physique from that bastard Zhan Shuai to themselves?

"This is the weapon Ruth once used, called the Winter's Battle Axe, which was made from the fangs of a Kraken sea monster hunted by the Primarch."

Logan took out the Winter's Axe and handed it to the bald man.

A light screen automatically appeared, introducing him to the origin of the weapon.

Weapon Name: Winter's Battle Axe (Legendary)

This weapon was crafted from the teeth of a sea monster hunted by Russ himself.

If you can draw out the power within, you can easily defeat your opponent.

Tear: Winter's Axe can inflict wounds on the target that are difficult to heal, causing them to bleed continuously.

Sea Monster Power: The remnant soul of the sea monster still resides within the battle axe. When the user's will overcomes it, they can wield its power.

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"Legendary equipment, this is amazing!!"

The bald monk's eyes widened, his face filled with surprise.

"Is this really a gift for me?"

Logan nodded. "Yes, it's for you."

"Why?" the bald monk asked.

"Because you are a true son of Ruth, you never compromise, never fear, and dare to fight and express your true nature."

Logan patted the bald man on the shoulder. "If you choose to please me, this gift will not be given to you."

"But if you choose to be yourself, then this gift is yours."

The bald monk looked at the Winter's Battle Axe in his hand, his face beaming with joy.

He seems to have figured out why the War General is so popular!

These NPCs are not cold, unchanging code programs like in other games; they have their own thoughts and personalities.

The greatest secret to getting along with people is sincerity.

Sincerity is the ultimate weapon.

When interacting with these NPCs, it's important to remain sincere.

The news that the bald monk had obtained the weapon left behind by the Primarch—the Winter's Axe—was quickly spread throughout the chat channels.

Zhan Shuai: "There's something fishy going on here. This doesn't make sense."

Desert: "@ZhanShuai, we felt the same way when we first saw you."

Fatty: "Damn it, the succubus population has grown even larger. They're handing out Primarch weapons right off the bat, seriously? Is there no logic to this?"

"........."

The players were buzzing with excitement, each one practically drooling with envy.

Primarch-level weapon!!

A rare item that money can't buy.

After the mission was announced, everyone returned to the banquet and began the much-anticipated duel.

After eating and drinking their fill, they would fight – this was a tradition of every Astartes Chapter.

Even extreme warriors have this habit.

The thirteenth prince was also invited into the banquet hall.

This is an apology from Nagar and other space wolves for their disrespect towards him.

Of course, the Space Wolves also harbored the idea of ​​regaining their pride in the dueling arena.

Unfortunately, the idea was nice, but reality was cruel.

Oglin, clad in heavy armor and having undergone two promotions,

Its formidable fighting power quickly made the group of space wolves question their very existence.

Even with the personal intervention of several Dalian wolf lords, the outcome was not much better.

I could only manage a draw, just enough to avoid a humiliating defeat.

"The only way to beat this guy is to fight to the death."

"Given time, he could easily rival that one-eyed Oglin."

Logan gave the thirteenth brother extremely high praise.

It is believed that with the Emperor's blessing and support, the thirteenth prince is absolutely qualified to compete with Magnus the Red for the title of the strongest Oglin in the galaxy.

…………

The next day,

Guilliman chose to say goodbye.

The Unyielding Expedition was still in full swing at this time.

The Primarch has many things to attend to and cannot linger in Fenris for too long.

"When crisis comes, the pack will answer the Empire's call," said Logan, the alpha wolf, as he bid farewell to the Primarch.

"Thank you to the Fenris Wolves for supporting the Unyielding Expedition. With your help, the chances of winning this battle are much greater."