Chapter 110 Riemann of the Russ Tribe
There are now three sitting primates in the ring, and a man in black robe standing next to him with his arms folded.
Ruth readily 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 battle. I followed to watch." Morse said, "But don't expect me to give you anything. What do you think? My hand-to-hand fighting skills are worse than my weapons fighting skills.”
"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, it shows that he is satisfied with you."
"I still have a lot of room for improvement." Magnus replied in a low voice. What did his victory in this battle rely 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, and even the swear words quietly cursed during the battle also entered. A queue of things to be inspected.
Ruth swayed back and forth slightly, humming a string of songs. 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 beside him with his finger: "That's pretty good, 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.
Ruth slowed down for a moment, then confirmed that Perturabo was asking about him. The Wolf King changed his sitting position and put one hand on the ground, getting closer to his serious brother.
"Much better." The Wolf King said, "Very good."
Magnus cast his surprised gaze on Russ, puzzled by the hidden meaning in his words.
Morse opened with a sneering twang. He raised his hand: "Do you need me to avoid it, boys of the Emperor?"
Perturabo turned his head and stretched out his hand to him. Morse shrugged his shoulders and walked to Perturabo in two steps. around.
"Okay." Ruth muttered, "It's not a whisper." The wolfish and 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?"
"Yes." Russ threw the note on the ground among several people. "I'm looking for the proper spelling of Gothic. It's a bit weird, isn't it? But that's how the Fenrisians speak, and the closest pronunciation in Gothic is this."
"This makes Are you troubled?" 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 Riemann of the Russ family." Morse's mouth rose with sarcasm. "This is the Emperor, and you accept him."
"I believe him." Russ said. "That's the All-Father."
"I never understood the meaning of the Emperor naming me Perturabo," Perturabo said in his usual tone, "although I followed it during the naming ceremony at Olympia. This name. "
Looking back now, he may have only had vague expectations for the emperor at that time, so he used many words to justify the word.
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, so 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, “At least I know what Father wants me to be, so I don’t have to worry about doing it. Wrong.”
He climbed up from the ground, found the daily light armor thrown on the ground next to him, put it on himself piece by piece, and soon he was wrapped up like anyone who had grown up in the snow. The Fenrisians are just as strict.
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.
Ruth placed the roaring wolf head on his head, placing the giant wolf's two silver front legs with long claws on his shoulders, and the hind legs swung freely behind him, together with the wolf's tail. Shaking. 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 cub accompany you to train.” Russ put one hand on his hip and the wolf-skin claws were pressed against his chest. “This will cause attrition—it’s not that I look down on your army, it’s The people on my side are in need of discipline."
"I can't stand it if Quanfu gives me an army with its own disciplinary force and relies on military discipline inspectors to kill their own people. Not to mention this poor level of discipline, I'm working on it."
"You don't look like a genetic father seeking legionary discipline," Perturabo said.
"Hey, you can't care less about discipline. Think about Fenris." The Wolf King explained nonchalantly, "Think about our extreme climate. And there are many hunter enemies on Fenris. We are in Cool Lie Growing up in such an environment, what makes us survive is not being loose.”
“We are rude, rude and cruel, but being unruly can’t make our father take advantage of us, and we can’t obey the rules of wild wolves. He deserves to be killed in a storm."
He smiled a cruel, toothless smile. "I will tell your soldiers what danger is. So where are the exercises arranged?"
"Southern Europe." Morse said, "It's a pity that there is no water, otherwise I will take you to play naval battles."
(End of this chapter)