Chapter 1823 Wolf King
The one sitting on the throne is a real giant. His hair is messy and covers his face, with a few rough braids mixed in. He is wearing a robe commonly worn by residents of extremely cold places. , the whole person was sitting on the chair without etiquette, with one leg on the table and the other dangling constantly. Two terrifying giant wolves were crawling next to the throne, wagging their tails and occasionally yawning. It had teeth as sharp as daggers and stared at the bonfire.
“Huh——”
The giant gasped, looked at the clean bowl, and then lazily handed it aside. A werewolf with white hair was holding a huge wine bottle. jug, and poured wine into the giant's bowl without spilling a drop.
After filling it up, the giant drank a third of it in one gulp, then burped and laughed nervously.
"Haha. Hahaha."
Seeing that the giant ignored him, the visitor was not annoyed and chuckled lightly, and then said:
"Leman Russ, have you drunk enough? "
Leman Russ, the master of the Sixth Legion and the original body of the Space Wolves, opened his sleepy drunken eyes and tilted his head, as if he wanted to go around the bonfire to see the man.
"Who are you? If you dare to call me by my name, I should put you on the fire!"
Leman Russ spoke with a guttural voice that gave his Gothic some comical howls and growls, like a beast trying to speak.
The woman in mourning clothes was not annoyed, she just continued to say in that cold and calm tone:
"I can understand your knowingly asking, you don't even need to know who I am, you just need to know, you You owe me a debt, and you should pay it back now."
Leman Russ opened his eyes, raised his other arm, and shouted while waving it:
"I don't owe you. , I don’t owe anyone, no! ”
With his violent movements, a lot of the wine in the bowl spilled on him and on the throne. The woman in mourning clothes just watched the other person get angry quietly, until the wolf king gradually calmed down and drank up the remaining bit. Then he slowly said:
"The moment you stabbed the Dionysian into my husband's heart, you owed me an eternal blood debt, parricide."
The Wild Wolf The Lord gritted his teeth and slammed the wine bowl on the ground, breaking it into countless pieces, and then gasped violently.
"Parricide? No one can threaten me like this! Letting you live is already a gift!"
"Then you can kill me."
"You think I don't dare!?"
Ruth stood up with a fierce look on his face, his canine teeth protruding. In an instant, the light in the entire hall was dimmed, as if an invisible force suppressed the burning bonfire by half. meters, it was only then that it became clear that the "fuel" burning in the bonfire was many horned demon skulls, and the shadow cast by Russ on the wall by the flames began to grow, like a hunchback panting, with claws like scimitars. Werewolves, and the two giant wolves also stood up, changed into a ferocious posture, bared their teeth, arched their backs, and growled at the being who disrespected their master.
However, the other party never wavered at all, just like a piece of ice that lasted ten thousand years.
After the two sides faced off like this for a long time, the hall became bright again, and the bonfire was still crackling. Russ's breathing gradually stabilized. He sat back on the throne, then stretched out his hand, and the white-haired werewolf on the side handed it to him again. Give him a new bowl.
"You can go, there is nothing to say between us."
But the other party still didn't move, and just said coldly:
"The Queen of the Spirit Race."
Ruth's arm stiffened for a moment as he just raised the wine bowl, and soon he drank calmly again drinking strange liquid in the bowl.
"She followed Soshyan to the maelstrom, and the two may be separated for a while in the near future."
Ruth stretched out his hand to the side and asked:
"How do you know my location? Who told you?"
"No one."
Ruth narrowed his eyes, suddenly realized something, bared his teeth and hissed:
"Witchcraft! You have come this far."
"It has nothing to do with you."
"Then how do you know so much about that person? Your spy? Or someone you bribed?" "None of these, and these have nothing to do with you."
" Ha."
With a sneer, Ruth continued to drink and seemed to not want to talk to him anymore. The woman in mourning continued:
"Don't you want to kill her too?"
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"This sentence is also for you. This has nothing to do with you."
"Then I hope you, Leman Russ, will take your herd and kill her."
Ruth did not answer, but looked at the other party with interest while drinking.
“If you miss this opportunity, you may not find another opportunity.”
Leman Russ still did not speak, and the two sides fell into silence again, leaving only the yawn of the wild wolf. .
After a while, Leman Russ returned to his drunken posture and said slowly:
"Women's jealousy is really terrible."
Then he shook his head.
“I won’t go.”
The woman in mourning seemed to be thinking briefly, but soon she said:
"That person forbids you from attacking the Queen of the Eldar, right?"
Ruth turned around lazily, lying on the throne with his legs hanging in the air, his eyes looking at the ceiling, as if He didn't even bother to look at each other anymore.
“For the sake of your brother, you must kill her, otherwise he may never come back.”
Hearing the word brother, Leman Russ’ eyebrows grew a little more Gloomy and sad, his eyes became hesitant, and he kept scanning the ceiling, as if looking for some answer.
Realizing that she had shaken the Wolf King, the woman in mourning continued to throw bombs.
"And he has now become the Phoenix King of the Eldar, and has also helped the Eldar find their lost fleet and Blackstone Fortress."
Hearing the Blackstone Fortress, Leman Russ sat up straight again.
“What?”
“There is a second Blackstone Fortress in the Maelstrom. Now one of them has fallen into the hands of the Eldar. He has been fascinated by the Eldar woman. "
Leman Russ frowned, but his eyes were not looking at the woman in mourning. Instead, he pursed his lips tightly and stared at the bonfire.
Seeing this, the woman in mourning knew that her goal had been achieved, so she turned around, Shi Shiran walked towards the door, and left a word.
"King of Wild Wolf, you must repay this debt."
When the transport plane left the flight deck, the woman in mourning stood behind the observation window, staring at the gradually shrinking giant ship. The glorious Queen Herakfennir, the former flagship of the Space Wolves, is floating in crazy colors.
Suddenly, she heard a distant howl of a wolf. Even though it was almost an auditory hallucination, it made her soul tremble instinctively.
That bloody evening, the same wolf howl made her lose everything——
This is the call of the hunt, the wolf king is summoning his pack, ready to start a bloody slaughter.
The woman in mourning turned around, and suddenly a withered and old black palm slipped out of her sleeve. Her palm was clasped tightly with it. The moment she turned it over, there was a tarot card in her hand. She lowered her head. At first glance, the card showed a black death knight riding a hungry wolf, holding a battle ax and a spear in his hand. Death followed wherever he went, leaving only bones on the ground, a horrific scene of devastation. .
Under the black veil, the lips covered with black lipstick evoked a slight smile——
(End of this chapter)