Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 379 The Emperor’s Heirs: Chapter of the Lion and the Wolf (Part 2)

"One hundred and seventy, one hundred and seventy-five...three minutes," Space Wolf Winterscourge and other warriors squatted in a long row by the lake, silently counting the time until the two Primarchs dived to the bottom of the lake. Oops, this time it was the father in the lake who came up first! "

Russ had no time to pay attention to his group of idle warriors. He took the time to roar, punched the blond brother who was about to emerge from the lake and pushed him back under the water, and then followed him back into the water.

Even in the lake, the two were still fighting as quickly as on land, and the specific state of the two's struggle was obscured by Ruth's large cloak fluttering with the undercurrent in the water, and the blue-gray combat boots and white stone-like skin were separated. The surging and broken water surface constantly flashes and is blocked, making it difficult to see clearly at the lakeside.

The wolves burst into laughter and placed another flat stone on top of the pile of stones counting for Ruth.

I saw a small clearing on the shore cleared by the wolf guards of the Sixth Legion. Two Fenrisian shorthand words "Father in the Lake" and "Uncle in the Lake" were carved with short knives, corresponding to the approximate height of the two piles of stones. Evenly matched, reflecting the evenly matched battle situation between the two Primarchs.

Even after seeing the Gene Father suddenly being dragged into the bottom of the lake at first, the Space Wolves were on alert. Those who had knives took knives, and those who had axes took axes, uneasily preparing for a fight.

But after a few seconds, after distinguishing the size of the man fighting Leman Russ in the lake, the Wolf Guard immediately thought of some local legends of Caliban and the common characteristics of the Primarch, and he quickly had the answer in his mind. They began to howl to cheer up their father.

Under the water, Leman Russ planned to take time out from the battle to say something, but a series of bubbles came out of his mouth, and the blond brother was not only fierce and tough with a face distorted by the water waves, but also in those green eyes. With pure fighting spirit, he simply ignored all the movements of his mouth, and would follow up with a heavy punch when he stopped.

After several ineffective attempts at dialogue, Russ admitted with amusement that the Emperor's eldest son might not know how to speak at all, or even further - he might not know that language existed.

The two used their innate and honed martial arts skills against each other, recognizing each other's temperaments in similar swiftness, cunning and roar.

Even without any human-level communication, they already knew clearly that both were the best hunters and the most savage fighters in their respective territories, and the battle evolved into a playful fight when they first met. Noisy - at least that's what Russ thought. He wasn't sure whether the other party could tell the difference between a game and a fight to the death.

Relying on the fact that he was covered in armor and the opponent was completely naked, Russ dealt heavy blows to his opponent with all his heart. The Emperor's eldest son could not break through his defenses, and even with the obstruction of the water flow, his speed and accuracy were hampered, and the opponent suffered several heavy blows.

If there is any factor that is beneficial to the opponent in this battle, it is that Russ's thick fur was soaked with water, dragging his arms and making it difficult to move, and his exposed skin can also be hit by the bone blade held in the opponent's hand. threatened. Soon after, he was slightly defeated in a speed contest and was twisted downward by the Emperor's eldest son, who surfaced and roared to announce his small victory.

Ruth memorized the cubs who howled the happiest, and then he had to name them one by one.

Their stalemate lasted for a long time, until the strength of the Emperor's eldest son began to weaken. Russ was keenly aware of the anomaly, pursued the victory, and slowly pushed the battle site towards the lake in order to return to the ground and return to the land battlefield he was good at. , instead of continuing to wear a thick wolf skin and fight in the water with the light and agile emperor's eldest son.

Caliban's wild hunter cunningly used deceptive actions in exchange for a counterattack. The bone-ground knife scratched the side of Ruth's face, barely wiping out a red mark with a few drops of blood.

Ruth's back was pressed against the dirt at the edge of the lake. He roughly grabbed the emperor's eldest son by the shoulders, used force to overcome skill, lifted him out of the water, and hit him hard on the temple in the air.

The celebratory roars of the Space Wolves made his blood boil. He picked up his dizzy brother and lifted him up hard, throwing him out of the lake. He smashed him hard on the soil on the shore of the lake, and then he held the soil and rocks on the shore to himself. Throwing him to the ground, he pushed his brother to the ground and followed up with punches.

The Emperor's eldest son regained his fighting stance with all his strength, rolled over, and fought with him again. After losing the barrier of the lake, the battle between the two became more rapid and fierce. The emperor's eldest son was at a more obvious disadvantage. Blood quickly dripped from his wounds and sprinkled on the surrounding grass.

"All father!" Ruth gasped and shouted, his blood-stained cheeks setting off his cold and warlike eyes, "What should I do with him? He..." He avoided a counterattack, "He doesn't understand. Human words!”

They continued to fight, neither giving in, even with a ferocity inspired by anger and blood. The surrounding trees were broken into pieces by the two of them. The giant Caliban trees that had grown for thousands of years were easily destroyed one by one, and the tree trunks Breaking, branches being smashed apart, the battle between the Primarchs was like a mad storm, destroying everything in its path.

Panting, the emperor's eldest son tore off all the wolf skins and a bunch of trinkets from Russ's back. Various stones and bones that Russ had carefully collected collapsed all over the floor. The enraged wolf slammed his opponent into the trunk of the tree, eager to use the opponent's head to chop off the tree.

Finally, Russ punched the Emperor's eldest son in the jaw with anger. The opponent staggered two steps, lost his balance, and fell backwards. He trembled and tried to stand up again, until Russ added another attack and knocked him down. Completely knocked unconscious.

The Wolf King panted heavily, his hot breath entangled between his mouth and nose, and his laughter echoed in the forest. He slowed down his strength, picked up the wolf skin on the ground, wrapped the unconscious emperor's eldest son in it, carried him back to the lake, threw him into the water, and initially rinsed away the leaves, grass juice, and Mud and blood.

"Who is that..." Russ thought for a while, and finally decided to call over those bastards who had cheered the loudest while watching the battle.

"Winter Scourge, come here and help me wash our Lake Fairy. And Laurentum, you go to the nearest fortress, whoever you want, grab a tailor and a barber to give to our Emperor. The eldest son needs to tidy up a little, but I can’t tie him up in a wolf’s skin and take him back to Terra.”

A few wild wolves received a simple diplomatic mission and became listless in the blink of an eye. They crawled over the fallen tree trunks in the woods near the lake that were destroyed by the battle of the original body, as well as the small animals that died inexplicably in the aftermath of the battle. Go find nearby human settlements.

Much of the area is sheltered by various knightly orders, who use boltguns inherited from the ancient Old Night to protect their right to exist on Caliban. The nearest human place name seemed to be Aldruk, and they decided to go to the gray-black fortress there to see what was going on.

Russ squatted by the lake at first, but due to the dampness of his clothes, he simply took off his armor and went into the water, asking a few wolf cubs to dry those with thick fur so as not to accidentally burn them. Surrounded by the cold lake, the passion brought about by the battle gradually faded, and the Wolf King began to feel sorry for the pile of decorations he had lost in this duel between the original bodies.

After a while, he lifted the Emperor's eldest son, who was still unconscious, to the ground and spread his tattered wolf skin on the ground to cushion the unconscious Primarch.

The wild wolves skinned and bled the killed animals, set up the grill, and continued the unfinished barbecue at noon. As their roasted meat began to smell, the Emperor's eldest son seemed to move his fingers and frowned.

The Wolf King became interested, picked up a bunch of iron picks, approached the emperor's eldest son, and swung the barbecue around his face. The primarch's eyes trembled under his eyelids, and soon the natural hunter came to life, staring at the roast with his eyes fixed on it, reaching out to grab it.

Russ stopped his hand, lowered his face in a serious manner, and pointed at the emperor's eldest son seriously. "you."

He pointed at himself again. "I."

Russ repeated it twice with great effort, and finally, the memory of civilization buried deep in the genes of the emperor's eldest son began to slowly loosen. His naturally cold eyes followed Ruth's hand, imitating the syllables in Ruth's mouth, "You, me."

His voice was extremely hoarse, and his pronunciation method was also very weird, but the unfamiliar sense of accomplishment in teaching the other person to pronounce it instantly filled Ruth's chest.

He nodded excitedly, "You, me, him." He pointed to his warrior, and the warrior who was suddenly pointed to happily greeted the original body.

The Emperor's eldest son's eyes rolled slowly. "You, me, him." He said stiffly.

"Yeah, great, you need a name." Ruth laughed.

"You," the Wolf King pointed at the Emperor's eldest son, speaking the word in Gothic, "the Lady of the Lake."

The Primarch tilted his head in confusion, glaring at his brother with a blank expression.

The Wolf King licked his lips and tried again, "Lady of the Lake."

"The Fairy of the Lake..." the Primarch chanted, and repeated it again, the second time much more fluently, "The Fairy of the Lake."

"You, me." The Wolf King said excitedly.

"伱, me." The original body read, pointing at the other party and himself.

Ruth grinned, eyes bright, moved closer, and said expectantly: "You, the Lady of the Lake."

The Primarch looked at him and pointed at Russ: "You, Lady of the Lake."

"No," Russ turned the original body's hand and pointed it at the nameless original body himself, "This is the Fairy of the Lake."

The original body stared at his hands in confusion, then raised his head, staring directly at Russ: "This is the Fairy of the Lake."

"No, learn from me, I am Hu... No, forget it!"

Russ growled in frustration, stuffed the roasted meat to the Emperor's eldest son who had been waiting for a long time, and sat helplessly on the ground, automatically ignoring the laughter of the Space Wolves around him.

"That...Eric! Go and find a literate guy in the castle and teach him to speak! No...all father!"

He grabbed the emperor's eldest son's hand suddenly and shouted desperately: "You can't eat the iron stick!"

——

"Hey, Melka, we meet again," Oleg met his fellow memoirist again in the official cafe of the Court of Remembrance.

Seeing that there was no one around, he leaned over and whispered mysteriously: "How is your biography going?"

Melka blinked his mechanical eyes: "The Lord of the Space Wolves reunited harmoniously with his brothers and got acquainted with the local Grand Knights. After that, they quickly unified Caliban, bringing with them several Leon Ai The knights favored by Er Johnson returned to Terra together. "

"Hey, Mei, where is this in the manuscript I gave you!" Oleg lowered his voice anxiously.

Melka shrugged, adjusted the imaging in the mechanical eyes, and rolled what she wanted to say directly into the pupils: Do I dare to write the story of the First Primarch chewing the barbecue grill raw into his biography? The Dark Angel is staring at my manuscript.

"That's true." Oleg sighed regretfully, shrinking back with a bored look on his face.

Melka poked the other person's arm and continued to send subtitles in her eyes: But I have rewritten the story. I will send it to you privately later. Don't tell others that I wrote it.

Oleg's eyes flashed, and he tried to suppress the smile on his lips: "Oh, it is such a pity that the glorious story of the two primarchs cannot be told to the people of the empire!"