40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 526 44. Record of the Warband Era (5, Wolves and Barbecue)

The fire burned brightly.

A rough hand grabbed a handful of snow and threw it into the fire.

Not only did the flames not go out, but they inflamed for a moment. Then, a huge, fat and thin hind leg dripping with blood was lifted up.

A simple grill made of four tree branches held it firmly, and the wind and snow blew by on all sides, blowing the grease everywhere. The aurora in the sky was still dazzling, and the wild beasts in the forest were still wandering. However, a streamlined fighter plane turned off its engine and stopped not far away.

It was completely inconsistent with the scenery here and was a discordant note. Two ice elk were tied to the side of the wing and were leisurely pawing the snow with their hind hooves for entertainment. The fire continued to flicker, but no one beside the fire spoke.

This is really a strange thing. There are six people sitting here, but they all chose to remain silent.

Until the owner of that rough hand pulled out a knife. It had a wide blade and a cruel arc. The blade shone brightly, and the handle was as bright as gold. Lightning and eagle heads shone misty at both ends of the guard.

The hand closed around the knife and began to cut the hind leg. The firm and soft meat makes cutting it a pleasure. The steel shuttles through the ocean of meat, cutting it layer by layer like the prophet who parted the sea in ancient myths.

Every time you do it, the red ocean shakes. Blood trickled down the fire, making it crackle. The fat spreads, the raw meat gradually becomes cooked, and the tangy meat aroma begins to spread.

Bjorn withdrew his knife, thrust it into the snow, and clapped his hands.

"I didn't expect that we could actually see you in person." He spoke slowly, as if sighing, his voice thick and dull, continuing to echo in the darkness.

His voice seemed to contain magic power. There was no roar, and it could even be considered a very peaceful speech. However, the beasts in the forest that were attracted by the alluring scent quickly began to flee, without looking back, lest they be one step slower.

Birds leaped from the branches, black shadows flashed in the forest, branches swayed, and ice and snow fell straight down from the thick trunks, like a corpse thrown from a height and fell to the ground, creating a distant echo.

The sky is still dim.

"How did you come back?" Bjorn asked sincerely, and even pointed his finger at the hunter who was sitting silently aside.

"This group of sullen little brats have been looking for a way for ten thousand years under the leadership of Argo Severtarion, and you just appeared in Fenris like this? The star torch is above, when I saw you in the sky I almost thought I was back in Terra."

"Have you really left?" Azek Ahriman asked without looking up.

He lowered his head, holding an unfinished book, and was writing and drawing on it with a quill.

His missing eyes and the snowstorm seemed to have no impact on him. His handwriting was neat and beautiful, and even the spacing between lines was mastered to perfection, presenting an elegant beauty.

"I don't know, what about you?" Bjorn asked. "Have you ever left?"

The blind man did not answer, but stopped writing, closed the books, and put them into his backpack.

Lucas stared closely at his movements, and the eyes buried between the messy red hair seemed to float to the other end of the fire. A man in black robes was sitting there, his pale face expressionless, and his dark eyes reflected the flames of the bonfire.

However, just ten minutes ago, he was just a bloody skeleton.

This strong contrast aroused a real fascination in Lucas's heart, forcing him to continue doing this work, trying to get some clues to solve his current confusion.

Any clue will do, and he won't refuse it. After all, he really has too many problems that need to be solved now, but he doesn't know one thing - too strong thirst for knowledge often leads to nightmare endings.

The blind man sitting next to him had a say in this matter.

Soon, in the aroma of grease, the world in front of Lucas experienced some subtle changes.

The sky turned from dark to bright, the snow began to melt in the violent trembling, the wind howled, and the sky was obscured by dark clouds. The ferocious huge scarlet eyes loomed behind the dark clouds, thunder rolled, and lightning came immediately, cracking the land and shattering the glaciers.

The mountains wailed, the world died, and a very evil and dark god cast a glance at him.

Lucas's mind was completely frozen and he could no longer react. He could only watch helplessly as the evil god stretched out his hands and grabbed him——

——"Hello, young man." A hoarse voice said to him. "This is the first time we meet. My name is Khalil Lohars. What is your name?"

Lucas raised his head stiffly, swallowed a mouthful of cold saliva, and spoke with a smile.

"Lucas, my lord, my name is Lucas."

"I have no official position, Valakir, so there is no need to address me as such."

The man who called himself Khalil Lohars replied, but Lucas was stunned.

There are two reasons. First, the language he used to answer was Fenrisian, and he used Furnace Language. This language is an ancient language used by wolves to communicate with each other in daily life, and is unknown to outsiders. , can be used as an encryption language.

As for the name Valakir. The Fenris people regard the wolf pack as the incarnation of the gods. Valakir is their name for the wolf pack. Translated into Gothic, it means the warrior of the gods.

The moment he realized this, Lucas's two hearts stopped beating instantly.

A wave of fear surged in his heart, and his intuition began to roar loudly: He knows, he knows what you are doing, he knows that you have seen his true face, so he used Valakir to laugh at you, he wants to kill you-!

Lucas took a deep breath, kept a smirk, and nodded imperceptibly.

"It's up to you, sir, I insist."

Khalil sighed and sat back with considerable understanding.

The atmosphere around the fire fell into silence. The people present were not stupid. Even Ragnar Thunderfist, who was as confused as Lucas, vaguely sensed something.

But he didn't have time to care about this now. He was staring at the hunter vigilantly, and seemed to have great hostility towards him. The hunter ignored him and just sat there quietly, his posture as upright as an ancient sculpture.

In the end, it was Bjorn who laughed loudly, breaking the silence and the gradually awkward atmosphere.

"Finally, I found someone who can cure you, Lucas." The lone wolf sneered and shook his finger at him. "I hope you can learn something from this."

Lucas lowered his head to him and replied sullenly: "I will correct my mistakes, alpha wolf."

"I am not the alpha wolf." Bjorn said, his lush beard could not hide his half-smile at the moment.

He stretched out his right hand from under his cloak, pulled out the knife in the snow, and started cutting meat again. Azek Ahriman tacitly took out many thick wooden bowls from his backpack and handed them to Bjorn one by one.

The cooperation between the two was tacit, and often Bjorn had just finished cutting a piece of meat, and Ahriman took away the bowl and handed over a new one.

Although he was blind, he could accurately pass the wooden bowls filled with meat to everyone, and he received four thanks and a cold snort from Bjorn.

The lone wolf complained.

"I brought the meat, roasted it, and cut it. You are actually apologizing to him? It really chills me!"

"I have no such intention, lone wolf!" Ragnar Thunderfist answered loudly, but only got a chuckle from Bjorn.

He waved his hand and motioned the young Bloodclaw to sit down. Ragnar blushed and sat down without knowing why. Lucas laughed and nudged him with his elbow, and with that annoying smile, he showed why he was unwelcome in the wolf pack.

"He was just joking, kid."

Ragnar glared at him coldly and started eating meat.

Bjorn sat down with a smile, picked up his wooden bowl, and ate a piece of meat with a big mouthful. His eyes narrowed slightly as if he was satisfied. After a few seconds, he asked a question casually.

"Okay, we can start eating. It's a pity that I left in a hurry and forgot to bring wine, otherwise I could let you taste the fine wine of Fenris, instructor. Oh, by the way, the Night King once tasted wine with Russ, did you know about this?"

Khalil held the wooden bowl and nodded slightly: "They did drink together. It was for this reason that he reminded me many times not to drink the special fine wine of you Fenris people."

Bjorn's narrowed eyes returned to normal, he swallowed the piece of meat, and his expression was much more relaxed. He slowly lowered his head and said hoarsely: "I apologize."

"Why apologize?" Khalil asked back. "You obviously know me to some extent. Although I don't know where you got these impressions from, you probably heard about some of my quirks."

"You understand this, so you don't call me by honorifics. Then, I should understand you, Bjorn. Your temptation is nothing. In fact, if I were you, I would arrange for the wolf pack to wait nearby."

Bjorn smiled awkwardly, and raised his right hand unnoticeably under Azek Ahriman's "angry" stare. The forest was turbulent again, and many "beasts" left quickly.

"Ahem-" The lone wolf coughed. "-Anyway, welcome back, instructor of the Eighth Legion."

"There is no legion now." Khalil shook his head. "I have no objection to you calling me by it, but the legion has been disbanded. Now is the era of the war group. Has the wolf pack separated from the war group?"

Bjorn coughed again and scratched his head more and more embarrassedly: "No."

"The situation of the wolf pack is a bit special, instructor." Azek Ahriman spoke for him carefully. "The descendants of Rus are not suitable to spread all over the galaxy. The natural environment of Fenris is both persecution and protection for them."

"Wolves need to travel with wolves. Even a lone wolf like Bjorn must stay with a blind man like me. Therefore, the wolf pack did not accept the split. Although it is true that it no longer calls itself a legion, but..."

He stopped narrating, and for some reason he seemed embarrassed. After a long time, he finished speaking.

"In short, the wolf pack is not large in number now. The environment of Fenris is harsh, surrounded by enemies, and the nature of the wild wolves, the number of people has never recovered to its heyday in the past ten thousand years. I think Bjorn should bear at least half of the responsibility for this."

His words attracted a real glare, and Bjorn looked like he was about to throw the bowl in his hand at his face.

"Why?" Khalil asked softly. "So much has happened over the past 10,000 years that you can't blame him for everything that has led to the decline of the wolf pack."

"That's right!" Bjorn agreed loudly.

"I never meant that. I only said that because I felt that he failed to shoulder his responsibilities." Ahriman replied seriously.

"He is clearly qualified to be the alpha wolf, but he doesn't do it. Even if everyone strongly urges him to be the alpha wolf, he has repeatedly refused. He is as stubborn as a donkey. I really don't understand why he has to go against everyone. "

"How the hell am I going against everyone, you stinking blind man!" Bjorn was furious. "Stop talking nonsense and confusing right and wrong in front of him! The reason why I don't want to be a wolf is because——"

"—Why?" Ahriman asked. "Is it because you're afraid that you won't do well?"

Lucas and Ragnar opened their jaws and stared directly at them, even forgetting to chew the roasted meat in their mouths.

Khalil sighed, took out a piece of barbecue from the bowl, and put it into his mouth. His 'emotion' has gradually stabilized, which has something to do with the chain he personally put around his neck.

However, this could also be due to the wind and snow in Fenris. This world has some ancient connection with him. The ancient belief in revenge once came here.

Somehow, this connection that was supposed to make him even more manic changed its nature. It was so cold that it even allowed him to maintain some sanity.

It’s one mystery after another. Khalil chewed the meat absentmindedly, unable to detect any taste, and was filled with doubts.

His resuscitation was illogical and that was part of the mystery. Those fragments are obviously a part of him, but now they have not become active with his resurrection. This is the second mystery. Not to mention Fenris, faith in turn affects the gods themselves

Although it makes sense and can be done, the belief in revenge on Fenris is still very primitive and should not have anything to do with him.

The God of Vengeance and Hatred appeared in the material universe ten thousand years ago, and the belief in Fenris lasted much longer than that.

It's amazing.

He swallowed the piece of meat, and it fell into darkness. At the same time, the sky suddenly brightened, and five hundred meteors shredded the clouds, creating a brilliant meteor shower in the night sky of Fenris.

Khalil put down the bowl without leaving a trace and stood up.

"Maybe." He said carefully. "We have to move to another place for the next thing."