Chapter 102: Naming Difficulty
Ruth squatted in the corridor of the magnificent palace, holding his Freki and Gerry. The fur of the wild wolves was smooth. One reminded Russ of a handful of gray snow that fell from a tree branch into the stove in the wind and snow of Fenris. The other one was like the golden moon rippling in the cup of mead by the fire. wheel.
"I have a new brother, ha." Russ stroked one of Freki's ears. The wolf shook his head and threw away his hand.
"What's the matter, Brother Wolf?" Russ licked his canine teeth, savoring the aftertaste left in his mouth after saying the word in High Gothic, "Didn't I introduce you to my origin?" "Brothers?"
"You didn't introduce their names, Leman Russ." Morse threw away his transformed protective clothing and opened the door, "This is not an introduction to you. Brothers Primarch.”
Ruth sat down with his support on the ground, and his cloak fell to the ground and turned into a large gray-black soft cushion suitable for spreading in front of the stove in the cold winter. In this way he brought a part of Fenris to Terra.
"You haven't introduced yourself, but I still allowed you to check my wild wolves, scientists. What problems were found?"
"It's all problems." Mo Russ said, "But I'm too lazy to solve it. Your genetic defect doesn't affect combat, does it?"
"On the throne," Russ muttered, "you are just like the Emperor. As long as an ax can split a person's head like wood, it doesn't matter what its name is or what color it is painted in. "
"Your performance is too exaggerated. I look like someone who is dissatisfied with the Emperor. ?”
Ruth laughed at this statement.
Morse understood Ruth's laughter and decided to pretend not to hear it.
He arrived before the Iron Warriors arrived on Terra. The task of testing these legion gene seeds will not be abandoned just because it is interrupted once.
He first tested the situation of the Iron Warriors, and after being deeply satisfied, he then checked the Lunar Wolves and Space Wolves. His next target was the Fifteenth Legion, but Leman Russ's appearance in the middle of the road was really not what he expected. In this case, he didn't mind chatting.
"You have met your new brother," Morse said. "What do you think?"
"Oh, Magnus is too wary of my amulet," Russ pulled up a string of baubles on his chest, "but he's a psychic master - don't give me that suspicious look, he can see me here Using psionic power, should I still say that this is the wolf's eye stone picked up by the Rune Priest's mist body in the Ocean of Souls?"
"Your father doesn't really like your use of 'psionic power'? words," Morse said.
"This is why I think Magnus is worth confessing to, scientist."
"The Emperor is the scientist, I am the craftsman." Morse directed at Russ Nodding, "There has always been a distance between me and the cutting-edge of science and technology. Don't underestimate the primitiveness of my life."
"Oh, it seems that Perturabo is different from you in this only way." Russ leaned forward, He stared briefly into Morse's eyes, then looked away, and the Wolf King's muscles relaxed again.
"You raised him? No, that's not surprising. Everyone should have a father, or a mother."
"Not everyone has a father or a mother." Morse replied, "You are The first person to say directly that I assume this identity, but teacher and father are two nouns."
"Oh." The Wolf King shrugged his shoulders, the smooth stone hanging at the end of his thick braid. The block thus rubbed against his breastplate. His armor was hung with a mass of knots, leather, and tusks engraved with miniature emblems. "Well, you are a teacher. I heard that Magnus also had a teacher. Dear Horus only recognizes the Emperor, and I recognize my wolf brothers.
"He is Frey Guy, this is Gerry. "Ruth patted the front legs of the yellow wolf and the gray wolf respectively. "I once had a wolf family, until Tangier of the Rusi tribe hunted and killed my wolf mother. "
Morse made eye contact with Gerry's wolf eyes. After checking the genes of the wild wolves, he found that the meaning of the word Fenrisian wolf was not very traditional. But he decided to skip this topic now.< br>
The Wolf King stood up straight and stretched. The palace made the surface of his storm-gray armor float with fire-like gold, and his face was as pale as marble beneath his beard. "Horus is a good brother. So are Magnus and Perturabo." The Wolf King said, "I really want to know who will win in a fight between us. At least Horus refused to fight me." He regretted say.
"Tell Perturabo not to wear armor, you can hit him twice." Morse showed no mercy to Perturabo, "And Magnus ? Be careful of the psychic storm on his fist."
Ruth grinned, and in this brief moment, the rough face of the warrior and king flashed past the cold winter. A softness unique to a season.
"That's great, I'll like him." he said.
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"Perturabo, I have something urgent." Magnus pushed open the door and entered with an anxious expression.
Perturabo immediately put down the carving knife in his hand and waved his hand to let the circle of observing people around him leave.
"What's the matter?" The Lord of Iron asked calmly, clenching his fists under the Masonry Club's workbench.
"Oh, I mean, it's not so urgent..." Magnus noticed the direction of the muscles on Perturabo's arm, and was ashamed to find that he had caused his brother to misunderstand. He spread his hands and explained: "I just found that I really can't come up with a name for my legion. How did you name it?"
Perturabo picked up the water glass and took a sip of water, and invited Magnus to sit on the sofa with him: "I took them to fight aliens once, and after that I knew how to name them."
< br>"This..." Magnus scratched his half-length red hair tangledly, "But the first meeting between me and the descendant should be peaceful..."
"Then think about them Characteristics?”
“I don’t know them at all.” Magnus’ face became even more depressed, “If I don’t pick out a good name, they will have problems with me when we first meet. "
"In fact, they are naturally close to us." In front of his closest brother, the father of the Iron Warriors showed a small amount of pride that could not be concealed. "You can be bolder. Or do you think about your Legion philosophy? ”
"I have never led a legion," Magnus covered his face and sounded a little desperate, "Do we still need to come up with a concept for them?"
Perturabo patted him on the shoulder, "Relax, Morse laughed at me when I made up the slogan. At least he won't laugh at you. Do you have any ideas for naming now?"
"Okay," Magnus said slowly He took his hands away from his face, a confused mist floating in his golden eyes.
“What I think is that we will be a legion full of psykers in the future.” He twitched the muscles in the corner of his mouth when he mentioned one of the words. “Although psionic power is dangerous, it is still inseparable. So I hope they can get enough warning from my experience to use psychic powers properly."
"That makes sense." Perturabo nodded. “Very suitable.”
Magnus took a breath: "After the disaster, everything is dust. But the children of dust will sound too unfriendly."
"This sounds a bit like a curse." Perturabo Said, "Your heirs will be quietly aggrieved, because your mistakes are passed on to your legion."
"I know." Magnus said frustratedly, "I certainly will not take this approach. "But I really can't figure out how to change it."
Perturabo blinked. "Maybe you can choose to change one of the words, my brother."
(End of Chapter)