Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Outside the abandoned city of Paladin, about ten miles away, is the outpost of the Chaga Tent.

Since all the grassland tribes joined forces with the Great Khan to defeat the princes and nobles, and even pushed the outposts to the city gate on the border of the kingdom, this place, which had always been miserable, desolate and lonely under the rule of Paladin, became It is the germination of new vitality.

Taking advantage of the warm weather and melting snow, the corpses of soldiers and armor in the fields were found somewhere to be buried. There were soldiers and residents of the grassland walking back and forth on horseback, and it turned out to be a bit lively and prosperous.

In addition to the men and horses training in the military camp, there are people selling food, cooking mutton soup, selling clothing materials, horse shoeing people, and people who come to exchange for rice and flour, along with some jugglers, or on the edge of the tent nearby. Those who sang freely all took their respective positions here as the Great Khan took over. Looking around, one can see a vast expanse of colors and sounds, like flowers growing in the snow, outlining a lively and fresh style.

A battle in which blood flowed all over the country, and gold and armor were intertwined. It should have brought about a desolate and desolate battle, but it could produce such a grand scene, which is also rare.

On this day, it was time for the Great Khan to defeat the Paladin army, capture the city, and wash away the fortress with blood.

The reason why it is said that the Great Khan won is naturally because Chagatai Khan has gone through hundreds of battles with almost no defeat. According to the usual logic, of course he won the battle.

To say that the war eagles had bloodbathed the pass was undoubtedly because the city pass had bluntly declared that it would fight to the death with all the grassland tribes until there was no more blood. Chagatai Khan is so compassionate that he will surely fulfill the last wish of the deceased.

The heavy snow has stopped, and the spring temperature has gradually reached the sky under the Chogolis. The frozen branches under the icebergs are gradually sprouting a few new leaves. It's just that a cold wind blew recently, and the temperature returned to the previous days, and it became cold again. As a result, there were fewer people outside the tent, and the livestock continued to lower their heads and chew their hay.

In a tent outside the settlement, a large crowd gathered. In the bright light and shadow, they sat on the ground covered with thick blankets and whispered to each other.

This was partly because somehow, even without using horse dung to light the fire, the temperature in this tent was exceptionally warmer than elsewhere, attracting many people to stay.

The other half of the reason is that there is a man in black here who is very popular with the Khan recently. He "travels all over the world and travels all over the continent to entertain himself after tea and meals." He has a strange name of "Morse" and he gets interesting from time to time , and told some anecdotes about the outer world with the Chaogorians, gradually attracting many casual people.

The person in the center of the tent was about twenty years old, but his expression was much lighter than that of ordinary people of the same age. He is wrapped in a thick dark brown fur cloak, lined with black clothes, and has a thick leather felt hat on his head. He can barely be considered to be in the same season as the other characters in the tent.

"...When Rogal Dorn met his biological brother, although he was as cold and stubborn as a stone, he was very excited on the inside. He wanted to teach Perturabo and opened his heart to him.

"It's a pity that this stubborn rock has been living in the bitter cold land of glaciers for a long time. The wind and snow are howling. Even the men from Chogoris have to wrap up their fur jackets tightly and retract their necks into their collars to carry it when they go to Nainwit. The air-conditioning of the ice and snow is born in this place, so the words in the mouth are naturally reduced, and the meaning of the words is best laid out clearly on the table and spread out.

"With this kind of temper, even if you meet someone who is open-minded, you will inevitably have some resentment. How can you deal with the Lord of Steel who has been turned over in your heart now? With just a few words, Perturabo was so angry that he couldn't speak. , wondering whether there was an error in his understanding, or whether Rogal Dorn did it intentionally and insisted on poking his anger.

"Considering that this is his biological brother, a blood relative who has been living abroad for many years, the Lord of Iron patiently asked Dorne if he needed some help to repair his ice city and protect his The palace. Roger Dorn was thinking about being polite and wanted to thank his brother. He praised his kindness and saved him a lot of time. "

Hearing this, there was a burst of deep laughter in the camp. The soldiers with their coats draped across their shoulders and their comrades were lip-syncing to each other with the words in the story, laughing and pushing them lightly.

Morse also had a slight expression on his face. It is probably a matter of course that a story that can make the audience applaud will also be liked by the people on the stage.

He clapped the empty cup in his hand.

"This is amazing! What Donne said is not just that his brother's assistance is effortless and much cheaper than other people's work? A surge of anger rushed to his forehead, and the Iron Man How could the Lord endure it? He just said, "You wait," and then turned around, waved his hand, and strode away..."

Suddenly there was a complicated noise outside, and it was not difficult to guess that it was the Khan's troops returning to camp. The hearts of the people in the tent immediately flew to Khan's body, and they couldn't let go of the story being told here. They almost wished that their hearts could be used in two ways, their body split in half, and they could be in two places at the same time.

Seeing this situation, Morse did not press for it. He stopped talking, knocked the empty cup, and said with a smile: "This encounter between steel and stone is like the collision of ice and fire. After all, the two of you have collided and it will break your head." Although the relationship was broken, we still looked at each other and made peace hand in hand, so we can talk to each other next time. "

The people in the tent left one after another, the curtains were raised and opened, and the faint light that came through the gaps came and went. Morse carried the jug next to him, put it on the table under his hand, and poured himself into an empty glass the milk wine brewed locally in Goris.

This drink warms the body and stimulates the appetite, relaxes the muscles and activates the muscles and joints, and tastes sour and spicy. As an inhuman body, Morse's body is empty and he doesn't have much preference for stimulation. However, the fresh energy of tasting wine has not passed away recently, so he drinks two glasses from time to time, or takes out a bowl and fills it up. , drink it up in big gulps.

He stared at the milky white milk wine that looked like a full moon in the glass. He paused for a while, thinking about things far away in the Milky Way based on the shadow reflected in the glass of wine.

When he said goodbye to Konrad Coze that day, he already knew a little bit about what was happening in the world. Except for the meeting with Malcador and Magnus in the illusion, the secret code on the table of the Seal Master who ruled the country had never had a chance to see clearly. Malcador and him knew the whereabouts of the Primarchs , shared them one by one.

At that time, he got a guarantee from Coze, and knew that at least the seventh and eighth legions would go to the Satrada Abyss to help him, so he put aside his secret worries and expected to use the remaining few legions. Bring back a Primarch to avoid long nights and dreams, and the current situation will create more troublesome people like Konrad Curze.

After that, he also knew that under the arrangement of Malcador's wisdom, the eldest male lion in the sequence was destined to suffer an early disaster from the wild wolf.

Magnus couldn't stand Mortarion's annoyance, so he finally felt sorry for himself and escaped from Terra. On the way, Konrad Curze said a few words and deceived him into Kiaval's satellite Lycaeus. I don't know what kind of trouble I'm going to run into.

I don't know how many interesting things Magnus can do after he finds himself plunged into the territory of Murkrow. After all, no matter how sure things are, they can often be messed up by the Red Lord.

As a result, without including No. 11, whose situation no one knew, into the calculation, the only thing left for Morse was a war eagle swooping in the wind on the grassland.

This is the reason why he came here alone on the cliff boat.

Now that he had found the Emperor's heir, Morse considered whether he should start writing the long letter to Perturabo.

He was about to get paper and pen from the air, but suddenly, a gust of cold air came along the opened tent curtain, scurrying like a silver snake, rolling around in the tent in the blink of an eye, and the light filled the tent in the blink of an eye.

A huge figure at the door was bending to lift the curtain. A pair of eagle eyes stared at him, making eye contact with him.

"Sweat," Mors said loudly, and poured the wine glass in his hand towards the visitor. He did not ask about Chogolis's war, but just asked calmly: "When you get to this door, why don't you come in with honor?"

Chagatai Khan returned from victory. He first went back to his tent to take off his armor and rest his muscles and bones.

Although he was protected from the cold and heat, he still wrapped himself in a fur coat, put down his tightly tied hair, put on his hat, and then came to Morse alone.

The Khan put down the curtain and came in, found a flat blanket for himself, sat down on the floor, put the knife flat on his knees, and raised his eyebrows: "These legendary stories you have told recently, some of them are true and some of them are false. ?”

"The approximation is 99% true, with a little bit of falsehood." Morse said slowly and calmly, blew into the air and said: "Just like in this tent, 99% is the breath of Chogolis, only Mixed with the clouds from the sky."

Khan was very curious: "There is actually a trace of fabrication?"

"What do you think of your close relatives? They really have that kind of temper!" Morse said with a smile.

Khan smiled but said nothing, his vision was clear, and his posture was similar to that of a raptor returning from hunting.

Morse shook his head: "Well, I see you can also guess that lie. But whoever heard this story, how can there be any reason for the guess to be inaccurate? At the moment, the power of heaven has not arrived, and the holy face has not yet been seen, you and me It’s better to speak out.”

"Then I will speak straightforwardly about this matter." Khan and Morse faced each other, sharing a sneer, as if they had become like-minded people in just a few days.

Khan moved his mouth, and Morse also moved his mouth, followed by a sudden laugh, and for a moment he couldn't tell whose mouth it came from.

Morse took the second copper bowl and put it on the table. While pouring the wine, he said to Chagatai Khan: "I will teach you a move. You can put it in front of him in the future and laugh in his face." He, you said yes or no?"

Khan reached out to take the bowl and smiled: "Thank you!"