Chapter 379: The Emperor's Children: Chapter of the Lion and the Wolf (Part 2)
"One hundred and seventy, one hundred and seventy-five...three minutes," the Space Wolf Winterscourge and other warriors squatted by the lake They stood in a long line, silently counting the time until the two Primarchs dived to the bottom of the lake. "Oh, this time it's the father who came up first from the lake!"
Ruth had no time to pay attention to his group of idle warriors. He took the time to roar and punched the blond brother who was about to come out of the lake back under the water. , and followed him back into the water.
Even in the lake, the two were still fighting as quickly as if they were on land, and the specific state of the two's struggle was obscured by Ruth's large cloak that fluttered with the undercurrent in the water, and his blue-gray combat boots. The white stone-like skin kept flashing and being blocked across the surging and broken water, making it difficult to see clearly by the lake.
The wild wolves burst into laughter and placed another flat stone on top of the pile of stones counting for Ruth.
I saw a small clearing on the shore cleared by the wolf guards of the Sixth Legion. Two Fenrisian shorthand words "Father in the Lake" and "Uncle in the Lake" were carved with short knives, corresponding to the approximate height of the two piles of stones. They were evenly matched, reflecting the evenly matched battle situation between the two Primarchs.
Even after seeing the Gene Father being suddenly dragged into the bottom of the lake at first, the Space Wolves were on guard one after another. Those who had knives took knives, and those who had axes took axes, uneasily preparing to fight.
But a few seconds later, after distinguishing the size of the man fighting Leman Russ in the lake, the Wolf Guard immediately thought of some local legends of Caliban and the common characteristics of the Primarch, and felt in his heart They soon had the answer and began to howl to cheer up their father.
Underwater, Leman Russ planned to take a break from the battle to say something, but when he opened his mouth, there were a series of bubbles, and this blond brother was not only fierce and tough with a face distorted by the water waves, The green eyes were full of pure fighting spirit. He simply ignored all the movements of his mouth and would follow up with a heavy punch when he stopped.
After several ineffective attempts at dialogue, Russ admitted with laughter and tears that the Emperor's eldest son might not know how to speak at all, or even further - he might not know the existence of language.
The two used their innate and honed martial arts skills against each other, recognizing each other's temperaments in similar swiftness, cunning and roar.
Even without any human-level communication, they already knew clearly that both were the best hunters and the most savage fighters in their respective territories, and this battle evolved into a It was playful and playful when they first met - at least that's what Russ thought. He wasn't sure whether the other party could tell the difference between a game and a deadly battle.
Relying on the fact that he was covered in armor and the opponent was completely naked, Russ dealt heavy blows to his opponent as much as he wanted. The Emperor's eldest son could not break through his defenses, and even with the obstruction of the water flow, his speed and accuracy were hampered, and the opponent suffered several heavy blows.
If there is any factor in this battle that is beneficial to the opponent, it is that Russ's thick fur was soaked in water, dragging his arms and making it difficult to move, and his exposed skin can also be touched by the opponent's hands. Threatened by the bone blade clutched inside. Soon after, he was slightly defeated in a speed contest and was twisted downward by the Emperor's eldest son, who surfaced and roared to announce his small victory.
Ruth remembered the wolf cubs that howled the happiest, and then he had to name them one by one.
Their stalemate lasted for a long time, until the strength of the Emperor's eldest son began to weaken. Russ was keenly aware of the anomaly, pursued the victory, and slowly pushed the battle site towards the lake in order to return to the ground and return to the land battlefield he was good at. , instead of continuing to wear a thick wolf skin and fight in the water with the light and agile emperor's eldest son.
The wild hunter of Caliban cunningly used deceptive actions in exchange for a counterattack. The knife made of bones scratched the side of Ruth's face, barely wiping out a few drops of blood. The red marks of beads.
Ruth's back was close to the dirt at the edge of the lake. He roughly grabbed the emperor's eldest son by the shoulders, used force to overcome skill, lifted him out of the water, and hit him hard on the temple in the air.
The celebratory roars of the Space Wolves made his blood boil. He picked up his dizzy brother and lifted him up hard, throwing him out of the lake and slamming him on the soil beside the lake. Then he held the whole body The earth and rocks on the shore threw him to the ground, pinned his brother to the ground and chased him with punches.
The Emperor's eldest son tried his best to regain his fighting posture, rolled over, and fought with him again. After losing the barrier of the lake, the battle between the two became more rapid and fierce. The emperor's eldest son was at a more obvious disadvantage. Blood quickly dripped from his wounds and sprinkled on the surrounding grass.
"All father!" Ruth gasped and shouted, his blood-stained cheeks setting off his cold and warlike eyes, "What should I do with him? He..." He avoided a counterattack, "He doesn't understand. Human words!"
They continued to fight, neither giving in, even with a fierceness inspired by anger and blood. The surrounding trees were broken into pieces by the two of them, and the cards that had grown for thousands of years were The giant trees of Liban were easily destroyed one after another, the trunks were cracked, and the branches were smashed open. The battle between the Primarchs was like a crazy storm, destroying everything in its path.
The emperor's eldest son was panting and tore off all the wolf skins and a bunch of trinkets from Russ's back. Various stones and bones that Russ had carefully collected collapsed all over the floor. The enraged wolf slammed his opponent into the trunk of the tree, eager to use the opponent's head to chop off the tree.
Finally, Russ punched the emperor's eldest son in the jaw with anger. The man staggered two steps, lost his balance, and fell backwards. He trembled and tried to stand up again, until Russ made up for it again. One attack knocked him out completely.
The Wolf King panted heavily, his hot breath entangled between his mouth and nose, and his laughter echoed in the forest. He slowed down his strength, picked up the wolf skin on the ground, wrapped the unconscious emperor's eldest son in it, carried him back to the lake, threw him into the water, and initially rinsed away the leaves, grass juice, and other substances on his body. Mud and blood.
"Who is that..." Russ thought for a while, and finally decided to call over those bastards who cheered the loudest while watching the battle.
"Winter Scourge, come here and help me wash our Lake Fairy. And Laurentum, you go to the nearest fortress, whoever you want, grab a tailor and a barber. , give our emperor’s eldest son a little tidying up, I can’t just tie him up in a wolf’s skin and take him back to Terra.”
Several wild wolves received simple diplomatic tasks and became listless in the blink of an eye. , they crawled through the fallen tree trunks in the woods near the lake that were destroyed by the original body's battle, as well as the small animals that died inexplicably in the aftermath of the battle, to find nearby human settlements.
Much of this place is sheltered by various knightly orders, who use bolters inherited from the ancient Old Night to protect their right to exist on Caliban. The nearest human place name seemed to be Aldruk, and they decided to go to the gray-black fortress there to see what was going on.
Ruth squatted by the lake at first, but because his clothes were damp, he simply took off his armor and went into the water, asking a few wolf cubs to dry those with thick fur, so as not to accidentally burn them. With. Surrounded by the cold lake, the passion brought about by the battle gradually faded, and the Wolf King began to feel sorry for the pile of decorations he had lost in this duel between the original bodies.
After a while, he lifted the Emperor's eldest son, who was still unconscious, to the ground and spread his tattered wolf skin on the ground to cushion the unconscious Primarch.
The wild wolves skinned and bled the small animals that had been killed, set up the grill, and continued the unfinished barbecue at noon. As their roasted meat began to smell, the Emperor's eldest son seemed to move his fingers and frowned.
The Wolf King became interested, picked up a bunch of iron picks, walked over to the emperor's eldest son, and dangled the barbecue around his face. The primarch's eyes trembled under his eyelids, and soon the natural hunter came to life, staring at the roast with his eyes fixed on it, reaching out to grab it. Russ stopped his hand, lowered his face in a serious manner, and pointed at the emperor's eldest son seriously. "You."
He pointed at himself again. "Me."
Russ repeated it twice with great effort, and finally, the memory of civilization buried deep in the genes of the emperor's eldest son began to slowly loosen. His naturally cold eyes followed Ruth's hand, imitating the syllables in Ruth's mouth, "you, me."
His voice was extremely hoarse, and his pronunciation method was also very weird, but he taught the other person how to pronounce it. That strange sense of accomplishment instantly filled Ruth's chest.
He nodded excitedly, "You, me, him." He pointed to his warrior, and the warrior who was suddenly pointed to happily greeted the original body.
The Emperor's eldest son's eyes slowly rolled. "You, me, him." He said stiffly.
"Yeah, great, you need a name." Ruth laughed.
"You," the Wolf King pointed at the Emperor's eldest son, speaking the word in Gothic, "the Lady of the Lake."
The Primarch tilted his head in confusion, staring blankly at his brother.
The Wolf King licked his lips and tried again, "Fairy of the Lake."
"Fairy of the Lake..." the original body chanted, and repeated it again, the second time smoothly. Much more, "The Fairy of the Lake."
"You, me." The Wolf King said excitedly.
"伱, me." The original body read, pointing at the other party and himself.
Ruth grinned, his eyes brightened, and he came closer and said expectantly: "You, the Lady of the Lake."
The original body looked at him and pointed at Russ: " You, the Fairy of the Lake."
"No," Russ turned the original body's hand and pointed it at the nameless original body, "This is the Fairy of the Lake."
Original. He stared at his hands in confusion, then raised his head, staring directly at Ruth: "This is the fairy in the lake."
"No, follow me, I am the lake... No, forget it!"
Russ growled in frustration, thrust the barbecue into the eldest son of the emperor who had been waiting for a long time, and sat helplessly on the ground. , automatically ignoring the laughter of the surrounding Space Wolves.
"That...Eric! Go and find a literate guy in the castle and teach him to speak! No...all father!"
He grabbed the emperor suddenly The eldest son shouted in despair: "You can't eat iron sticks!"
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"Hey, Melka, we meet again," Oleg met his fellow memoirist again in the official cafe of the Court of Remembrance.
Seeing that there was no one around, he leaned over and whispered mysteriously: "How is your biography going?"
Melka blinked his mechanical eyes: "Space Wolf" The Lord reunited harmoniously with his brothers and made the acquaintance of the local Grand Knights. After that, they quickly unified Caliban and returned to Terra with a few knights favored by Leon El'Jonson. "
"Hey, Mei, where is this in the manuscript I gave you?" Oleg lowered his voice anxiously.
Merka shrugged, adjusted the image in the mechanical eye, and scrolled the words she wanted to say directly in the pupils: Do I dare to write the story of the First Primarch chewing the barbecue grill raw into his biography? ? The Dark Angel is staring at my manuscript.
"That's true." Oleg sighed regretfully, shrinking back with a bored look on his face.
Melka poked the other person's arm and continued to send subtitles in her eyes: But I have rewritten the story. I will send it to you privately later. Don't tell others that I wrote it.
Oleg's eyes flashed, and he tried to suppress the smile on his lips: "Oh, it is such a pity that the glorious story of the two primarchs cannot be told to the people of the empire!"
(End of this chapter)