Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 452: Extra Chapter: Saving Mortarion (3K Version) (Two-in-One Chapter) (Part )

Mortarion, the Primarch brothers' target of rescue, was still in the hands of his master while the brothers were discussing it.

And at the end of the operational meeting, which was about to end in vain, the one who suddenly stood up and started to make a dark horse speech was...!
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Corvos Clarks cocked his nimble black tail feathers, and with Magnus's additional explanation, the two described in detail to the brothers present what they had observed when they took turns flying outside Mortarion's house.

First of all, that place was a high-rise building at the corner of two rivers, which meant that there were no trees nearby for birds to hide in and observe for a long time at close range, so they flew over many times, carefully observing outside the window, and flew away when they were discovered - the balcony was closed at this height, and the inside of the balcony and the windows were filled with jars and pots, and huge adhesive boards hanging. If the wings were stuck in such a place, no matter which of them wanted to rescue the other, the ending would definitely be very unpleasant. They would both be buried there and quickly turned into hanging dried birds.

Therefore, the testimony they were able to give, although rare, was quite trivial.

Such as "Motarion's owner lives on a very high floor, on the 21st floor, the wind is often very strong, and you need to swipe a special card to take their elevator, so I suggest that brothers with short legs should wait outside to support him", "His owner doesn't like to go out or take him out, but we should still include kidnapping him halfway in our plan", "The windows of the fire escape in their high-rise building are all locked, and there is a fence inside the entrance door". These are the terrain and defense conditions that Clarks discovered.

"Our brother is constantly forced to eat all kinds of experimental materials every day. Those bubbling or strangely colored medicinal soups look really disgusting. If he refuses to eat, they will be forced into his stomach with a syringe." and "His master has recently increased the intensity of the torture-like experimental instruments on him. He has become thinner. His master has locked him in a small dark room several times." "His master would also lock him in a glass experimental room and put some unknown gas in it to observe his reaction. It's outrageous!" and other horrible and detailed descriptions. This is what Magnus said he saw with his own eyes, and it is absolutely true.

The Primarchs, who for unspeakable reasons had never gathered together again, had never been so united in their hatred of the enemy since the 31st Millennium, which had not yet arrived.

"Woof! (Damn it! If I had known this would happen, I should have found a way to get Ramizann to buy Mortarion when I saw him from afar in the pet shop last time!)" Perturabo bared his teeth, frowned, and let out a series of low growls from the depths of his throat.

"Oh, it's okay, Perturabo. Everyone knows that even a border collie can't use its owner's account to pay for rabbits. No one will blame you." Rog Dorn seemed to want to comfort his neighbor and brother.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! (Shut up, you damn stone that should be buried in the cat litter! If you say one more word, don't even think about asking me to open the door for you next time!)" The collie's mane was all fluffed up, but his tail was not only sticking up but also shaking, which looked very contradictory.

Leon began to sneer at this with his golden Maine Coon cheeks, while the other brothers politely pretended not to notice.

Felix looked at his genetic father (the dog whose soul resided) with concern, seemingly undecided whether to go over and boldly reach out to stroke his back fur to comfort him, while Magnus, who witnessed this scene, secretly winked at Perturabo.

Clarks added, "Perhaps this is also a solution? But if we use normal channels to buy Mortarion, we will have to have a human as a cover for the transaction."

Perturabo frowned. "Mmmmm, mmmmmm. (Money is not a big problem. I have collected and hidden the change and throne coins that Ramezane left in the room... no, the cash. Based on the information I have collected daily, this money should be enough to buy a rabbit even in this city... But it is not convenient for humans. Ramezane, a lazy guy, will not move towards Mortarion's house if he has nothing to do. The pet shop designated for him by Rogal Dorn's two human servants is not the same as Mortarion's.)"

The yellow and white Corgi nodded in confirmation, "Oh, woo, woo, woo. (Besides, my two friends got off work in the middle of the night, so they couldn't meet him.)"

"Aww. Aww. (You still call these mortals friends. Do you also need to call them family, Rogal Dorn?)"

"You can't anger me, Perturabo. They really do treat me like family, and I can repay them in the same way."

"Woooooo, woof woof woof! (Stupid, your family is us, we are your real family, Dorn!)"

"Awoo? Wuwuwuwu. (Really? Who was it that your Ramizane left alone at home and muttered several long poems to himself in a plaintive manner.)"

Seeing these two men, one with his head held high and the other furious, about to fight again, the Lord of the First Army felt the blood pressure of the little lion ambition in his small chest was rising. He didn't know that he would experience this feeling many, many, many times in the unknown distant and dark future, but now.

"Woo-woo-woo-mee-mee-mee! (Isn't your offspring here? Isn't this a ready-made human? Perturabo! All right! Dorn! You too!)" The gorgeous golden cat meowed angrily. "Meow--! Ao-ao-ao! (These tedious so-called social rules of mortals really make the fire in my heart hard to extinguish! Unrestrained and fearless! Fight! Fighting is the destination that suits us! My sharp sword-claws can't wait!)"

"Woo-woo-woo, woo-woo-woo, woof-woo-woo. (According to local regulations, my offspring can only stay here for a maximum of six days, and then he must leave this country for a while before coming back again. Including the journey there and back, he has to leave in the next two days. How can he have the time to get close to Mortarion, his reclusive master? Even a person without common sense knows that no one would inexplicably sell their rabbits to a stranger who is obviously not even a local.)" Perturabo's brows were increasingly frowned, not sure if it was because he thought of Mortarion trapped in the high-rise building, or because Felix would be away for a while before coming back, or something else.

"Meow! Meow! (I can't believe this, everyone!)" The orange-gold Maine Coon stood up and stretched out his arms wide, so that his pointed claws were clearly visible from the pink pads.

"Meow-ah! Meow-ah-ah-ah! (In this small grove where not even a Stormbird can land, we have gathered six Primarchs, unprecedentedly! If Perturabo and Magnus's verification is true ('Woof-woof-woof! (Of course it's true! You'd better show your evidence before questioning the Lord of Iron, Lion El'Jonson!)'), in twenty-eight thousand years, the power of six legions will be enough to crush anything in this... another galaxy! And here we are worrying about how to get a long-haired rabbit as long as one of my fingers from a human!"

"Cluck! Chirp, chirp, chirp! (Most of it, Leon, but those Tyranids might not be able to do for the time being.)" Magnus added on behalf of his brother considerately and rigorously.

"Wooo ...

Seeing that the situation was about to develop into an all-out fight with dog and cat hair flying everywhere, and the only humanoid creature present who was capable of stopping it seemed very hesitant, Magnus jumped back and forth on the outer branches anxiously, opening and closing his fluffy crest, as if rubbing his hands, not knowing how to stop the fight.

And Clarks sighed helplessly - in fact, since they discovered that the angora rabbit might be their unfortunate brother Mortarion, this was the third combat meeting held for this purpose. Well, obviously the efficiency of the first two times was not very high, because when the brothers were done with the cats and dogs, some dogs had to rush back before the humans woke up, so as not to be unable to go out next time due to the tighter defensive measures.

Amid a cacophony of "meows!" and "woops!", Lorgar Aurelion quietly, bit by bit, ate all the nuts and seeds he had brought in his cheek pouches, then the red-bellied squirrel clapped his hands, carefully brushed any crumbs off his paws, and meticulously cleaned his gray and golden-brown fur.

Then he spoke slowly.

"So, did any of you ever think of asking me if I could go up and observe this matter closely and in detail? It's really sad, my brothers, I thought the friendship between us would improve in this beautiful world after we became more equal to each other. "

Although he didn't understand, Felix, the only human present, was shocked and stared at the red-bellied squirrel that made the bird-like sound with an incredible look.

The squirrel sat on the branch on its hind legs like a human, and its round black eyes looked down at the Iron Warriors' First Captain with a half-smile, which made Felix feel a chill on his back and shudder in this hot weather. The other Primarchs stopped their actions.

"Woof." The first to agree was the border collie. Perturabo frowned but his tail was still flapping in thought. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh. (We ignored Lorgar's current... racial advantage, so what do you think, brother?)"

“Meow! Aw! Meow meow meow? (Do we really want to listen to anything that comes out of this guy’s sweet-talking mouth?)” The Lord of the First Army seemed to be extremely disapproving, “Meow aw aw aw. (When Lorgar said earnestly that he wanted to save his brothers, I always felt a sense of danger approaching that made my hair stand on end.)”

"Coo-hoo-ss, coo-hoo-woo-woo. (Maybe that's just how your body feels about most animals right now, brother.)" The squirrel replied calmly, "coo-hoo-woo-woo. (Just like Dorn is now unable to resist the urge to tear down his furniture and walls and put them back together, and Perturabo, in addition to always wanting to secretly use his owner's personal computer, also wants to run in the grass and chase cats and birds.)"

"Mee!" said the Lion bluntly, his green eyes roaming back and forth over some of the squirrel's vital parts.

"Hmm? Let him talk first, and we can make our own judgment after listening."

"Meow!" The Maine Coon turned his head to the squirrel. "Go ahead, Lorgar Aurelion. Let us hear what you have to say."

The squirrel, who had been listening and waiting patiently, did not get angry at his brothers' frivolous attitude.

Lorgar simply smiled at them tolerantly, wagged his big fluffy tail, and began to confidently and proudly show his brothers the work he had done and his ideas for their goals.

The Great Speaker was satisfied to see that as he described the details of the implementation steps of his plan, the way his brothers looked at him began to change.

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On the twenty-one-story building high by the river.

In a dimly lit room.

The huge-boned Angora rabbit lay motionless and quietly in the cage, like a pile of gray and shaggy wool curls.

I couldn't see a thing; not a nose, not eyes, not a mouth. I could just barely make out the shape of two long, hairy ears with drooping tips.

"Click, click, click." It is the sound of dragging footsteps in slippers.

The footsteps approached rhythmically.

Stay outside the room door.

The angora rabbit was still motionless in the cage, but if you looked closely, you would find that the tall shapes of its two long ears seemed to become a little more obvious.

"Squeak."

The visitor opened the door of the room.

Streams of warm air, which were a mixture of semi-fermented grass, rabbit excrement and living fur that had been kept covered up all day, gushed out from the depths of the room, causing the owner of the house to subconsciously tilt his head back before stepping through the door.

"Morty*." The voice of the person coming was low and hoarse, but the lying long-haired rabbit remained indifferent to the sound and light.

"I'm here, Morty. How are you feeling today?"

The lights were turned on, and the tall shadow of the man cast a shadow over the Angora rabbit cage.

A flashlight was turned on next to the rabbit cage, and the light was then shone on the position of the rabbit's head.

The Angora rabbit's two grey eyes shone beneath the fur that covered them, reflecting the light from the flashlight.

The figure of a tall, thin, pale and sickly man was clearly reflected inside.

He smiled at him.

"It's time to eat again, Morty."

A huge syringe was brought over.

"Try what I made especially for you today, Morty. You'll like my cooking..."

(End of this chapter)