Chapter 419: Sudden extra: Saving Mortarion (3K version) (two chapters in one, 4K4 words) (2)


Chapter 419: Sudden Extra: Saving Mortarion (3K Version) (Two Chapters in One, 4K 4 Words) (2)

A large part of this chapter is the content of Mr. Clarks’ name (?), but Don’t worry, no starlings were harmed in this article.

The following is the text.

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When you find that everyone does not speak the same language, but there is an urgent need for communication, you will deeply understand one thing:< br>


Why the Tower of Babel was destroyed and the significance behind it.

Just at this moment, when you are a southern European whose mother tongue is Greek, your genetic father can only express a little bit of English and Seris in words besides the eighth level of dog language. He The brothers either speak in a seaside dialect of Seris that sounds like birds chirping, cats meowing, squirrels chirping.

And all these people are still trying to communicate with each other and seize the time to hold a combat meeting.

For some reason, Flix felt a nostalgic feeling under the animals in the dense forest by the river. It seemed... like it was over Terra in the thirty-second millennium. Aftertaste.

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When Perturabo began to further argue with their elder brother based on the crude topographic maps and stones on the ground, "How to attack this residential (fortress) city (fortress) is better, I (I) will Be an expert!”

Mr. Cobos Clarks turned his bright yellow round eyes with no whites to the side and listened to the original body (?) war meeting quietly. At the same time, he also looked at the ground on the ground seriously. Topographic map of Flix.

Myna cleared her throat secretly, then jumped onto the branch opposite Flix, and spoke in the clearest enunciation.

"Son of Perturabo, do you understand my words?"

Unfortunately, Mr. Clarks' current body, as a native bird, was Although the languages ​​assigned to him at the beginning were one more than those of his other brothers, the more languages ​​were the coastal indigenous dialects.

And as a southern European, Flix originally had a hard time understanding the local official language, let alone this dialect with a lot of unique vocabulary and pronunciation.

Therefore, it sounded to Flix, the former trident chief and first company commander of the Fourth Legion, that the man opposite him did not know who he was but might be the original body of the Nineteenth Legion. Opening its beak, it spoke to him a series of chant-like syllables (PADULABOLAXIAONUEN, NONGATINGDEQINGSUANGWULILEGAIGANGSAWA?).

This string of syllables sounded so much like the singing of birds after being vibrated through the vocal cords of songbirds that he began to wonder if he had made a mistake. This was not Clarks of the 19th Legion. Sir, is it the third...? It can't be ninth...?

In the end, he could only answer cautiously: "Sorry, I don't understand, sir. My current physical fitness is just that of a mortal. My body has become weak, and so has my brain. They are not enough to support my learning ability. and the enhancement of other abilities."

The father of the Raven Guard sighed in disappointment, but he still remembered what his brother had just said.

"KAPI!" He muttered as he shifted his feet on the branch, "KAPI!"

There are some places where the pronunciation of this phrase wonderfully overlaps with the alphabet card that Flix carries, so the Iron Warriors' First Captain Based on the actual situation, I immediately understood what the respected Lord Blackbird wanted to say.

He took out a stack of cards from his pocket, with letters similar to Low Gothic printed on them, twenty-six in total.

As for the native language of Flix's body, unfortunately, it is somewhat different from this language, but closer to High Gothic. Is there any additional meaning in this? Iron Warriors still unknown.

But very fortunately, his own body still knows some of this second language, so the communication with his genetic father relies entirely on the third language that the two understand, which is inefficient. Although communication is completely impossible, time is indeed too limited for His Highness the Shepherd Dog Primarch who actually sneaked out and rushed back in time.

Flix arranged the letter cards in order and placed them in front of the starling. The black bird immediately flew down and picked up the first card, and was about to——

Then Clarks froze: Wait a minute, he Since he doesn't actually speak the standard official language of Seris, and neither does the other party, then even if he can dexterously spell out words with cards, it seems that the final word formed by Flix still can't understand it, right? ! O Perturabo! What is your heir? Why didn't you reincarnate as a local native? ! !

But when Cobos Clarks just thought about this problem, he immediately thought of several brothers living nearby.

As a winged creature, it is undoubtedly very convenient for him to move and sneak into most places, so he is also one of the people sent out to scout, wander and search the most - the range and efficiency ratio of bi-winged flight Four or two legs would be too tall.

So he knew the brothers who lived nearby very well, and knew why they were unable to attend this small meeting today, and they would have to rely on him to send the news later.

When Ferus Manus woke up, he found that he had turned into a bionic mechanical bird developed by the Drone Laboratory for special purposes. Even during the flight test, he was closely watched, and they could only stay away from it. Use flashes of light or other methods to signal each other;

Fulgrim has no worries about eating and drinking, but there is a problem - as an imported rare star bird, the snake vulture, he lives in a house with a house. Trees, lawns and pools - large luxury iron cages. It is obvious that the zoo does not want him to escape by taking advantage of the loopholes.

Vulkan, who was originally the tallest among them, was now taken to the window and facing them through several layers of glass. Inside the little ring-tailed lizard looking around. God knows, his master always carefully hid him deep in the house, and it was difficult for them to talk to him. Krax thought that after rescuing Mortarion, they should take Vulkan away, but considering that the lizard was in With the temperature and humidity this place requires, it's hard to argue that his owners are abusing him. One of the border collies commented that it sounded more like they were afraid that if they stepped on the wrong foot when they walked in today, they would kill their precious lizard.

Robert Guilliman was taken to a party by his owner today and was unable to attend. Krax hid in the tree opposite his door and witnessed him wearing a cute little hand-knitted flower crown. When the little lace shawl got into the car, his face was as disheartened as if he was going to the execution ground - his owner is good at everything, he just loves to dress up his blue cat and takes him out to attend gatherings with ladies who share the same hobbies. ;

Although Angron cannot go out today, his owner sent him to pet day care before going to work, so the huge Bernese mountain dog is now lying down in the small garden of the pet hotel, While basking in the sun and entertaining other puppies, he waited for news from him;

Conrad Coates posted a lengthy statement claiming that he wanted to sleep during the day and that being a long-haired pet cat was not convenient for traveling anyway (Clarks secretly suspected that this was an excuse for not wanting to see him, because Coates It was clear that when they first met, they screamed something like "Why! Why does he have wings! I can also be a bat or a blackbird!" Of course, when Curz later discovered that they didn't understand each other, But after the meaning was conveyed, he never expressed his opinions so casually.) Therefore, he did not plan to attend, because washing and blowing his black and white long hair was not only troublesome, but he could not do it himself, and he did not like being wet. The feeling of wet fur.

…Wait a moment. Cobos Clarks repeatedly tapped the branch with his now weak toes:

Wait a minute, in addition to not being found or appearing nearby, Jaghatai, Russ, Sanguinius, Horus and Alpha, as well as Mortarion who urgently needs their rescue. Is one of their brothers late for a meeting again?

“Chirp—chirp! (Sorry—! I’m late! Where did you talk?!)”

A hoopoe with a wide-open feather crest pierced through the treetops like a shooting star and landed next to Clarks with a "snap".

Flix tried his best to keep his face calm but actually looked at this new, bold and eye-catching bird with some surprise.

The father of the 19th Legion's greeting to his brother promptly cleared his doubts.

"I'm only nine minutes late this time. That's a lot of progress, Magnus."

Even if I don't understand the other words, the pronunciation of "Magnus" He can still understand it.

So Flix followed the ancient legionary etiquette and saluted the Lord of the Fifteenth Legion.

Subsequently, he received an exciting bombardment of birdsong from the hoopoe.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp! Rounding up within minutes is not considered late! I was so fascinated by that old university library today, Clarks, you don't know how happy I was when I found that the high glass of one of their windows was broken, It's still too conspicuous when entering from the main entrance... The content of the library is really good! Although I still need to read the dictionary from time to time, I think I can quickly learn and decipher the language rules here, it is really profound and profound! Oh! This is the son that Perturabo mentioned! He was just found recently. Alas, I don’t know when I will be reunited with my descendants...)"

Clarks shrugged his wings and looked towards Felix.

At this moment, the original body and the souls of the Astartes had a clear connection. They transcended the barriers of identity, race, status, and language, and they deeply felt each other's helplessness.

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Over there, the debate about who will be the boss’s battle plan is about to turn into a “primarch showdown” across the entire military.

But fortunately, it ended when Rogal Dorn jumped into the middle with his tail swung, and used his stocky body to separate the two brothers, who were already baring their teeth and ears, while the other was arching their backs.

"Okay, okay, how about we listen to our brother's testimony about Mortarion's situation and location again? After all, we have neither a holographic battle map nor a flagship auspicious array around us now. With the Terminator gang, there is not even a reconnaissance servo skull, so we should listen to the details of the scouts again."

"Woof! (Hmph!)/(Meow! (Hmph!)"< br>


Two sharp eyes suddenly turned to the man and two birds standing aside.

“Oh, Magnus, when did you come? Come to me quickly, how is that library you mentioned last time?/Late again! Magnus ! Sloppy and undisciplined! Fortunately, we still have Clarks, so we don’t have to rely on your wings to do some important things.”

He greeted his fifteenth younger brother in unison. The cat and the Maine Coon looked at each other again, and at the same time they made louder "Ouch!" and "Meow!" sounds and turned their heads at the same time.

"Ouch. (Okay.)" Rogal Dorn walked over on his four short legs, and Flix had to use great self-control to adjust his eyesight and face Muscles, so that in a meeting where such illustrious Primarchs gathered, I would not show any kind of gaffe or excessive emotional tendency towards the current appearance of the Primarch of the Imperial Fists. "Oooooooooooooooooooo. (So Clarks, could you please say that again? That's it.)"

"Of course." Clarks raised his tail feathers and jumped from one branch to another On the branches, the small crest in front of the beak opens and closes. Luojia was still sitting in the same place, using his two thin paws to hold a newly taken out pecan and gnawing it. It must be said that the action of eating nuts covered up most of his expression well and made him have Reasons for not speaking and observing.

"Our brothers are in a position that is easily defended and difficult to attack," Clarks said succinctly at the outset. "His residence is located at the angle between two wide and deep rivers, so naturally there are only two directions to enter. In view of Mortarion's current body size and visual weight, the option of breaking in from the air can no longer be considered - Even with Magnus, it would be impossible for the two of us to safely get a huge, fluffy, fat brother that looks at least over seven pounds with our thin claws and then lower it downstairs - Mortarion, according to my observation , although I can feel that he is our brother, but according to my observation, it is very likely that he has not passed the period of ignorance and does not know who he is, which further increases the instability and insecurity of our rescue. "

"Indeed." Dorn agreed, "It's like trying to save a drowning person. Mortarion will struggle in the process if he doesn't know who he is. So the airborne strike...rescue method we used most often can no longer be considered. I must say that at this moment I miss my outstanding sons, as well as the Mountain Formation and the Mountain Formation Guards."

"Then you don't. Have you tried getting closer or jumping on the window sill of his residence to talk to him? "This is the frowning orange-gold Maine. "Humans here may be wary of ravens and crows, but the size and appearance of the myna are not something they will be wary of."

"Of course I tried, but I couldn't get too close at all. His owner was crazy. Turn your house into a... I don't know what kind of people would install wire mesh, iron fences and hang huge adhesive panels on their houses in such a safe and comfortable city. My feathers immediately clumped together and tore them off my wings, so I'm sorry, Leon. I couldn't get any closer, and Mortarion didn't respond to my attempts."

"...Oh, this sounds true." The original bodies looked solemn.

"In addition, according to my observation, Mortarion's master, to be honest, I don't quite understand what he wants to do. He will take him out and beat him severely, and will comb his hair and set his bones carefully. Several times. Tarian seemed to be unable to breathe, and he even gave him cardiopulmonary resuscitation seriously."

"Can't breathe?" Leon shouted, "This is so. How dare evil people treat our brothers like this!"

"Yes." Cobos Clarks shrugged his wings again, "From what I understand, as a giant Angora. Rabbit, it should be this kind of rabbit, right? He can be considered very tough."

(End of this chapter)

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