Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 450: Extra Chapter: Saving Mortarion (3K version) (4 chapters in 7 K words) (Part )

Because I prepared the outline of the related extra chapter a long time ago but never had the time to write it, today I suddenly wanted to write a scene so I wrote it (hey), it's a two-in-one chapter. If the response is good, I will finish it sooner.

Here is the text (don’t worry about these two lines not being included in the charge)

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The black and white border collie pricked up his furry ears, his ear tips trembling slightly, as he listened carefully to the movements in the bedroom.

The mortal covered with a quilt had just chosen to take a nap because of the headache caused by being woken up continuously in the early morning. He should have fallen asleep unconscious by now.

He listened again carefully, making sure that the mortal was asleep and would not be awakened by the noise he made.

Then the collie put away his neatly trimmed paws that still made a tapping sound on the floor, and tiptoed carefully, using only his paw pads, out of the bedroom and to the door of the house.

- Fortunately, today his owner, whose real name is unknown but whose online name is Ramizane Kalosini, still left his key in the keyhole on the door for convenience, which would save him a lot of trouble.

The door should be locked as usual to prevent the shepherd dog Perturabo from opening the door and running out and getting lost when the humans are taking a nap.

Of course, this reverse lock is completely sufficient to protect against ordinary border collies.

But now, Perturabo is no longer the sheepdog Perturabo.

He stood up carefully, with one ear erected towards the bedroom, and turned it left and right, carefully inserting the handle of the key into the center of his thick paw pad. Then he relaxed the muscles of his hind legs and waist, allowing his weight to turn the key downward half a circle, and finally took advantage of the residual kinetic energy of the fall to instantly pull his paw in the other direction -

The lock core, which had been secretly smeared with crushed pencil graphite core powder in advance, made a sound of gears meshing and turning, and the door opened.

Perturabo paused on the mat before running out, tilting his head and moving his ears back and forth, making sure once again that the person in the bedroom was still sleeping soundly.

The hum of the air conditioner compressor, the slight electrical noise of household appliances, the gentle and even breathing, the birds singing outside the window, the sound of the wind -

Very good, I didn’t wake up.

The dog hurried out the door, lifted the doormat with his nose, hid the key, then walked behind the door, pushed it with his mouth, and quietly closed the door.

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The yellow and white Corgi was sitting at the entrance of his home, carrying his small backpack, waiting patiently.

There was a slight rustling sound of claws rubbing against the ground outside the door. He tilted his head and pricked up his ears.

The sound of the water meter box cover being opened and closed came from the corridor.

Then there was a long metallic friction sound as claws slipped and grabbed the metal door panel, and the tip of the key slid back and forth trying to poke into the keyhole.

Finally, with a click of the door sliding into the correct lock slot, the visitor outside opened the door for him.

"Mmmmm. Good morning, bro. Thanks for your help."

The black and white border collie who opened the door narrowed his eyes. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. (Really? You always have to trouble me to pick you up. You’re a Terran guard. Haha, when can you open the door by yourself?)”

"Mmmmm, ahhh. (You and I both know that the current physical condition of my legs doesn't allow it, brother.)" The Corgi calmly walked past his black and white brother who was obviously ready to find a reason to provoke a fight at any time, and prepared to set off towards their destination.

"Uuuuuuuu. (Then it would be convenient to steal your spare key and hide it in the water meter box, you short-legged dog.)"

"Wooooooooooo. (That's for your convenience, Perturabo. I know you don't like to use your nose to turn over other mortals' foot mats.)"

"..." The black and white shepherd dog was stunned for a moment, folded his ears, and wrinkled his face. "Hmm?! Uh-huh! (I want to vomit. What kind of hypocritical brotherly love is this, Rog Dorn, you make me feel sick.)"

"Mmmmm. (It's okay, Perturabo, you smell like that, too.)"

"...Ahhh!!! (I'm going to rip your throat open, tear off your head and throw it into the gutter. You stinky, hard stone only deserves to be in...)"

"Stop cursing. Someone's coming. Pay attention."

Perturabo immediately shut his mouth, and the two dogs, face to face, skillfully hid in the blind spot above the stairs and looked down through the gap.

There was one last obstacle for them to leave the building - the combination lock at a high position on the main door. While entering the combination, they had to use something heavy or large enough to hold up the heavy door in order to run out - in short, the door was made for large creatures like humans who walk upright and have two dexterous hands. It was a very simple but reasonable and low-cost design that could effectively block most animals that were not smart enough and agile enough to want to open the door to go out or come in.

So according to Perturabo's observations and experiments, the best solution to open this door is not to enter the password yourself, but to wait for a human who is about to come in to open the door for them and then rush out - what is very counterintuitive is that most people will not close the door with their backs, but will grab the door handle and scream and move sideways to make way for the two dogs rushing over, just like pedestrians subconsciously avoid running horses.

Now, a passer-by who had no idea what was going to happen was pressing the password. With an electronic "beep" sound and a metallic echo, the door was opened and the person was about to step into the corridor -

"Awoo! (Now! Go!)"

A black and white figure and a yellow and white figure jumped down the stairs towards the door like an arrow. The frightened human screamed, raised one leg and jumped away, and instinctively pressed his body against the door to make way for them. Before the other party could react to what was happening, Perturabo and Rog Dorn had already run out of the distance of a building.

"Oh! Whose dog ran out?" The frightened voices of humans were left far behind them.

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"Awoo? (Where are we going to meet them next? The last time I met Leon, I was only told that you would come to pick me up.)" They walked one after the other, using parked vehicles to avoid human sight, and ran out of the residential area where they lived along lawns, parking lots, paths, and a small, dilapidated iron gate that only cats and dogs could pass through.

"Awooo. (After all, if the two of us are going to go out, I will definitely be the leader. So I just need to know.)" When saying this, the black and white Border Collie held his head high and chest out, and raised his tail and ears. "Oh, oh, oh, oh. (Let's walk along the river bank, then walk to the bridge, and then go to the intersection and gather deep in the riverside garden. Leon asked Clarks to give me a temporary message this morning saying that he will meet us there with as many other brothers as possible.)"

"Uh-oh." If Rogal Dorn wanted to say something, he didn't show it, because it was true. Due to the genetic problem of the Corgi's legs, there were many things he had to rely on Perturabo, who was his neighbor and had long legs, to complete. And Perturabo was more convenient than him to open the cage or the door of the room and go to the window or balcony to receive messages. Therefore, Dorn was patient most of the time to face the sudden neurotic reflexes and sensitive nerves that his brother still had in this era. After all, when you think back to the past, people like Dorn will always reflect on what they have done and what they said to their brother.

But in that distant, dark universe with only war and no ideals, even if there was a little private time that could allow him to take a breath, slightly remove his mind from the affairs and dark emotions that weighed on him, and purely recall or think for a moment, what could be expressed in the end would at most be a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows or a sigh. Now there is such an absurd but real opportunity for him to practice his reflection, and he is also happy to do so as much as possible.

The two dogs then descended from the bushes at the edge of the residential area. Perturabo, who was obviously taller, walked ahead, leading Dorn through the dark animal trails formed by the dense and overgrown reeds, grass and waterside plants, and came to -

Sit down at the crosswalk at the intersection and wait for the traffic light to change.

Then, the two Primitive Sheepdogs and Primitive Cattle Dogs, who didn't think there was anything wrong with their behavior, walked briskly across the crosswalk with elegant steps under the astonished gazes of passers-by on both sides, and then walked into the depths of the public garden by the river.

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The Riverside Public Garden is long and narrow in shape, but there is a dead end deep inside, so few people want to go to the deepest part of the garden - most people stop outside the dark and dense forest that blocks out the sun, and the rugged ground and overgrown bushes also prevent many smelly and bad intentions from happening.

But the dense forest is a favorite place for a king born in Caliban. He would majestically handle his affairs and mediate the disputes among his cats in this royal court, usually like this.

But at this moment, he was blowing his tail up like a huge golden feather duster to face the uninvited guest who broke into the jungle.

“Meowahoooooooooooooooooo!!! (Who gave you the guts to come to our party without permission!! Bastard!!!!)”

The orange-golden big cat stood on the iron and wooden garden chair which was his favorite seat, with his hair standing on end. He angrily jumped high towards the person who had invaded his territory without permission and obviously recognized him and his brothers. As the person's eyes turned horrified just as he was about to explain, he threw a lightning-fast punch at his head that was so fast that no mortal eye could catch it -!
Flying head meow meow punch! Fly!
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After a while.

"Woof-woo-woo-woo-woo. (Oh, our eldest brother thought he was the Lion of Caliban?)"

The one smiling sarcastically was Perturabo, who seemed to be in a very good mood. He squatted on the gift his offspring brought him - a comfortable and thick icy cushion, and looked around arrogantly - because among the primarchs present, he was the only one who was extremely lucky enough to be met, recognized, remembered, and loyally acknowledged by his offspring who had become a mortal, so it was understandable that he could be so arrogant at the brotherhood gathering.

Felix, who looked like a strong, well-proportioned middle-aged Eastern European man, calmly stepped aside. His usual friendly aura had completely faded with the appearance of the person he was visiting, leaving behind the indelible characteristics brought to him by his past memories. Although his body was that of a mortal, the aura he exuded naturally when he stood there made the Primarchs seem to have seen a glimpse of the demeanor of the familiar offspring, the Astartes.

"Meow! (Shut up, Perturabo, and don't make me scratch your arrogant face!)"

"Aoaoao, wuwuwuwuaoao. (Hehe, but Flix is ​​my offspring, not yours. Do you think your punch now can knock his head off? Oh, we all saw it just now. Leon punched! Leon hit! But he is a cat so nothing happened!)"

"Meow-Aw! (This is a gathering between brothers, what did you let him do here?! This is against the rules!)"

"Woof! Woo! Woo! (You didn't think our claws and wings alone could get Mortarion safely out of that prison.)"

"Meow, meow, meow." (Why don't you just let Felix go find that person and buy Mortarion or think of some other more convenient way?)

"Woof woof! (Do you think I haven't tried it!)"

"Meow?! (What's the result?!)"

“…Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof. (I still have some problems communicating with Flix on more complex content. He has also become a mortal, but we can already have some daily conversations!! Last time I asked him to bring letter cards before telling him to come here. The main reason is that we haven’t had enough contact time. We rarely have the opportunity to meet, and the time we can meet is too short.)”

At this point, Perturabo's tail drooped against his will. Apparently, the language barrier was a big problem. Although the brothers could communicate, this cross-species language ability was limited to them, more like a kind of communication that could only be understood but not expressed in words.

But he was the only one who had an heir now! Felix had not only run into him by chance, but had also remembered him! Perturabo's tail rose proudly again.

Felix raised his eyes and gazed at the black and white border collie sitting proudly among his brothers, and felt a sense of satisfaction and happiness from the bottom of his heart.

"Meow, meow, meow! Meow, meow! Meow, meow, meow--meow! (Alright! Stop flirting with your son! It makes my paws itch... We are gathered here today because we can't just sit back and watch like this! Since our search has revealed that Mortarion is imprisoned nearby and is often abused by his owner, I can't stand our brother being treated like this!)"

The huge Maine Coon cat with gorgeous golden fur raised a paw and majestically pointed at the simple topographic map he had just drawn on the wet sand with his claws. At the same time, he subconsciously but completely uncontrollably pushed the small stones representing each character back and forth with his front paws.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh! (To be honest, it's a bit troublesome. And our relationship is not that good, but for practical reasons I will say that I agree with your proposal.)"

The black and white Border Collie has a frown and a gloomy face, but its tail is still curled up honestly.

"Ouch? Ouch? Ouch? (Practical? Didn't you frown and angrily tell me we should go and get it last time you saw it?)"

This is the neighbor of the black and white Border Collie, a yellow and white Corgi with blue eyes. His tail is not docked, so it is also curled up, but he is obviously shorter than the sheepdog when sitting next to it.

"Wu Woof! (Shut up!)"

"Yes, but you should work on your temper, my brother."

"It seems like you two have been chatting quite a bit while we're away. Is your relationship not as bad as many of us think?"

A clear and melodious local dialect came from a black starling perched on a towering loquat tree nearby.

Why not a raven? A raven of that shape and size would not have a future in this city.

And if you are a sleek starling, you can go to the uncles who are out for a walk nearby in the morning and get a very good breakfast of dried insects and grains, and then visit your brothers in the afternoon to get dinner.

There was a red-bellied squirrel with shaggy fur sitting on a branch next to the starling. It was listening to their talk while eating various nuts and melon seeds from its cheek pouch.

Because the squirrel's vocal cords can pronounce... It's not that he can't speak, but compared to his original voice, hmm. So Lorgar rarely speaks, and most of the time he listens.

As he had often done.

(End of this chapter)