Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Now there are three sitting primarchs on the ring, and a man in black robe standing next to him with his arms folded.

Russ gladly accepted Magnus' treatment. After several broken blood wounds on his body healed, the dried blood marks left behind added a vigorous wildness to the wild wolf.

Magnus tried to secretly look at Russ again. The warm vitality in those bright eyes made the red giant think that the battle in the ring caused him to misunderstand his brother.

"After Malcador and the Emperor talked about this matter, the Emperor was immediately interested in your engagement. I followed to watch." Morse said, "But don't expect me to give you any evaluation. Mine The level of hand-to-hand combat is worse than my level of weapon combat."

"At least the Emperor gave you a completely positive compliment before leaving," Perturabo said to his two brothers. "Taking time out of his busy schedule to watch you guys fight shows that he is satisfied with you."

"I still have a lot of room for improvement." Magnus replied in a low voice. He himself knew what his victory in this battle relied on, and he understood that several people present also had the ability to see through the problem.

In his mind, there was an area that was constantly reviewing the entire battle. Every stupid decision he made made him annoyed. Even the swear words whispered during the battle entered the queue of things that needed to be reflected on. .

Ruth rocked back and forth slightly and hummed a little tune. After this friendly battle, the Wolf King's mood obviously improved, and he gained some kind of catharsis from this duel.

The Wolf King happily poked Magnus next to him with his finger: "Not bad, my brother. It's your first time to fight, right?"

Magnus did not avoid Russ this time, and Bulkhead allowed him to touch him with his fingers that seemed always dirty. He had fallen into the depths of long reflections and mysterious guilt, and just grunted.

"Are you in a better mood now?" Perturabo asked.

Russ paused for a moment before confirming that it was him Perturabo was asking. The Wolf King changed his sitting position and put one hand on the ground, getting closer to his serious brother.

"Much better." said the Wolf King, "very good."

Magnus cast his surprised gaze on Russ, puzzled by the hidden meaning of his words.

Morse opened with a sneering twang. He raised his hand: "Shall I recuse myself, boys of the Emperor?"

Perturabo turned his head and stretched out his hand to him. Morse shrugged his shoulders and walked to Perturabo's side in two steps.

"Okay." Ruth muttered, "It's not a whisper." The wolf-like, guttural accent in his Gothic became lighter.

The Wolf King stood up and took his small bag, rummaged through it and found a crumpled note.

Magnus recognized that this was the one that Russ accidentally picked up by mistake the day before yesterday - or maybe it was not a mistake.

Ruth flattened the note. Although this thing was very wrinkled from being randomly stuffed into the bottom of the small bag, there was no dirt on it. In the middle of the note was a string of Gothic letters. Magnus couldn't help but read the words.

"Leman Russ, your name?"

"That's right." Russ threw the note on the ground among several people. "I'm looking for the proper spelling in Gothic. It's a bit weird, isn't it? But that's how the Fenrisians speak, and the closest pronunciation in Gothic is this."

"Does this bother you?" Magnus asked.

"It doesn't count." Russ blinked, "It's just that each of you uses the name given by the emperor, and I use the name of a Fenrisian. Riemann of the Russ tribe, the whole father needs Russ Riemann of the family.”

Morse's lips curled up with sarcasm. "This is the Emperor, and you accept him."

"I believe him," Ruth said. "That's the whole father."

"I never understood the meaning of the Emperor naming me Perturabo," Perturabo said in his usual tone, "although I adopted the name during the naming ceremony at Olympia."

Thinking about it now, he might have just had vague expectations for the emperor at that time, so he used many words to justify the word verbally.

Now this expectation for the Emperor has turned into a practical following. It is no longer lofty and distant like a dream, but has turned into bricks and mortar to form a road under your feet.

"I haven't thought about this problem." The scholar touched his half-length hair. From his unfocused eyes that were changing to a bright light color, it could be seen that he was beginning to think about this problem.

"I asked Perturabo to give me a new name, and I can use it however I want," Morse said. "Now I don't care much about names being related to fate."

He received a complicated look from Perturabo.

"Oh, I feel better now." Ruth sincerely widened his smile and opened his mouth happily, "I at least know what Father Quan wants me to be, so I don't have to worry about doing something wrong."

He climbed up from the ground, found the everyday light armor thrown on the ground next to him, and put it on himself piece by piece, and soon he was wrapped as tightly as any Fenrisian who grew up in the snow.

Magnus felt that he might not be able to put on that robe as quickly as Russ put on the whole set.

The last coat is a wolf skin cloak. The marks of hunting giant wolves are shown through the unmodified arrow holes and severed fur on the surface of the giant wolf skin. Different from the skin on Horus's shoulder, the skin of the Wolf King was as fresh as if it had just been ripped off a Fenris wolf, rough and savage.

Russ placed the snarling wolf's head on top of his head, placing the giant wolf's two silver front legs with long claws on his shoulders, while the hind legs swung freely behind him, swaying together with the wolf's tail. The wolf king put on his clothes and walked back to the middle of the ring. The limbs and tail of the wolf skin moved with his powerful movements and muscles, like another soul of the wolf king.

"I can't let the wolf cubs train with you." Russ put his hands on his hips, the wolf-skin claws on his chest, "This will cause attrition - it's not that I look down on your army, it's that the people on my side are very indebted. Discipline.”

"My father handed me an army with its own disciplinary force, and they relied on military disciplinary inspectors to kill their own people so they could barely abide by military regulations. I can't stand this poor level of discipline, and I'm starting to deal with it."

"You don't look like a genetic father seeking legionary discipline," Perturabo said.

"Hey, you can't ignore discipline at all. Think about Fenris." The Wolf King explained nonchalantly, "Think about our extreme climate. There are also many hunter enemies on Fenris. We grew up in a harsh environment, What keeps us alive is not disengagement.”

"We are rude and rude, unruly and cruel, but being unruly and unruly can't be used as a knife in Quan father's hands. Wild wolves who don't obey the rules deserve to be killed on a stormy day."

He smiled a cruel, toothless smile. "I will tell your soldiers what danger is. So where are the drills scheduled?"

"Southern Europe." Morse said, "It's a pity that there is no water, otherwise I will take you to play naval battles."