Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

"I can't express it."

"Ok."

He sighed, "Our father has had a hard life. I think even if I bring these brothers to celebrate his birthday, the process won't be smooth, right?"

Noah said casually:

"It's not so bad. It's just that your father was almost beaten to death by you, but he succeeded in killing you in the end."

"Huh?!!!" He found it unbelievable.

Chapter 114: Tzeentch: Everything is going according to plan

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

Noah was still watching the sun fight and replied:

“I wonder if this is real or fake.”

"What's the difference?"

"If it's fake, I will return to reality immediately. If it's real, I might be beaten and kicked by four big guys when I go out."

He was even more puzzled by Noah's explanation:

"Who are they? Why did they hit you?"

"They are your sons."

"I have four sons?" He laughed.

"Actually, there are more than four. There are at least hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions. Many died in the war, but there are also hundreds of thousands alive. Among them, four are your favorites, um, I mean among the living sons."

He was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes looked a little sad:

"How did they die?"

“For a great cause.”

"Will they regret it?"

"I'm not them, how would I know?"

"So, do you think their death was worth it?"

Noah sat up straight and looked at him closely:

"I have to ask you, do you think it's worth it?"

"worth."

He was silent for a long time, and said with a firm look in his eyes, "This is a glorious death!"

"You don't even know what they are doing, how do you know this is a glorious death?"

"You said it was a great cause."

"You believe me when I tell you? What if I'm lying to you?"

He also sat up straight, looked at Noah, and said seriously:

"You will not."

Noah sighed, patted his butt and stood up from the grass.

"Where are you going?"

"Walk around and see if there's a place to go out and see if One-Eyed Ogryn has come."

"One-Eyed Ogryn, is he one of my brothers?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll look for it with you!"

He also stood up and said excitedly.

He looked down at Noah and sighed:

"You're really short."

"Yeah, how can I compare with you?"

Noah walked down the hill and answered him perfunctorily.

He quickly caught up with her and said apologetically:

"Feel sorry."

"Why apologize?"

"I'm not mocking you, but I think you're a little angry."

"I'm not angry. Never mind. Even if I was really angry, why did you have to apologize?"

He shouted in surprise: "Aren't we friends?"

"Okay then, what's my name?" Noah stopped and looked up at him.

He fell silent, then asked:

"what's your name?"

"Noah."

He gave a sly smile, "Okay, Noah, now I know!"

Noah asked, "Okay, let's just take it as it is, what's your name then?"

He fell silent again, countless fragments flying around in his mind and thoughts kept emerging.

He opened his mouth and something almost came out of his mouth.

"Forgot," he said.

"It's normal. That's what Alzheimer's disease is like."

Noah continued to walk down the hillside. He also smiled and did not refute.

"By the way, why did my sons beat you?"

"Because they will think I want to hurt you, and they can't kill me, so they can only keep beating me."

"and then?"

"And then you woke up and let them kill me, that's what."

"Why would I kill you?"

His frown deepened.

Noah looked at him meaningfully:

“It depends on who you are.”

Ouch!

The howling of wild animals echoed across the land. He recognized it as the howl of a wolf and looked towards the forest alertly.

The trees around him swayed, and more than a hundred wolves jumped out of the bushes, teeth bared, eyes wide open, and surrounded him tightly. Their sharp teeth exposed their lips and saliva was flowing. Each wolf had a strange mark on its fur, a black double-headed eagle.

"Who are you?" asked the wolf nearest him. He blinked rapidly, and the wolf's form vanished like an illusion, replaced by the outline of armor and a single eye staring back at him.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he finally blurted out:

"You are my one-eyed red piogryn brother!"

The wolf seemed frozen in place. He understood all these words, but the combination of them made them seem very strange to him.

One-eyed Red Pioglin, are you talking about him?

Is this how you view your brothers?

Or is this how he is viewed by other brothers?

Although he is a red-skinned one-eyed man, how can he be Ogryn? He is so smart, how can Ogryn be compared with him?

"You are mad, my brother." The wolf looked at him, his one eye full of sadness.

He shouted in dissatisfaction:

“I have Alzheimer’s disease!”

The wolf's eyes became more and more suspicious, and it looked at Noah vigilantly:

"and who are you?"

Noah stared at his one eye, and suddenly wanted to tease the one-eyed Ogryn, and said in a low voice:

"I am He..."

"He's Noah."

He said, "It's my friend."

Noah's voice stopped abruptly, and his thoughts became extremely confused at that moment. There were many forces driving him to say that word, but there was another force preventing all this from happening.

The golden sun hanging high in the sky released an increasingly scorching light, even burning the other four suns. The earth was set on fire by the golden flames, the forests were burned, the rivers were boiling, and the grasslands were burned to a white ground!

"So hot……"

He wiped the sweat off his head with his robe, then half-knelt on the ground and wiped the sweat off the one-eyed wolf considerately, "You must be sweating all over, brother!"

"lie!"

The one-eyed wolf stared at Noah and uttered a low threat, "This is a lie! Don't believe him, don't trust them, and don't make a deal with them!"

"Ahhhh——!"

The one-eyed wolf howled and fell to the ground, the blue flames igniting his fur.

"brother!"

He was horrified and tried to put out the fire on his brother, but the wolf had already been burned to ashes.

When the wind blew, his ashes were blown everywhere.

He only had time to grab a handful of ashes, and his heart grew sadder.

"He's not dead."

Noah said, standing next to him.

He whispered, "I know, I know."

He looked at Noah, with some worry in his eyes:

"Noah, was there something wrong with what happened just now?"

"Yes."

Noah clicked his tongue and said, "Someone grabbed my hand and tried to force me to sign an unequal treaty."

He had come to understand everything, and it was easy to verify it all.

Noah looked at the number: 6789.

Noah looked at him and asked:

"Do you remember your name?"

He was silent for a long time, but he actually remembered.

He remembered his name, but nothing else.

Should he tell his friends what his name is?

Noah saw his dilemma and gave him a friendly reminder:

"You have two names, and you must remember them all!"