Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Morgan told me to pray for my pups: because they need this."

"……Hold!"

"She's right!"

Leman Russ stood on the high platform, his body leaning forward, majestic and wild, with a black wolfskin wrapped around his broad shoulders, and ten thick fingers clinging to the railings, because the fighting under the high platform was intertwined. , so hard that it turns white.

The Primarch's gray eyes were cold and merciless. He was watching the battle on the court intently, and for every beautiful shot and duel, no matter who it was from, he gave his guttural growl, The rough voice had a strong Fenrisian accent.

But in most cases, it is not the Fenrisians under his command who enjoy the cheers of the Wolf King, but the son of Morgan who stands on the field from beginning to end: Bayar is fully armed, Using his Chanabar saber, he cut twenty-one neat scratches on the solid ground to record his results in this competition.

Among these twenty-one results, fifteen are Wolf Champions from each company. At least within the wolf pack, they can be called famous butchers, while the remaining six are all The Wolf Lord of Russ: Standing in front of Bayar at this time, already panting, was the twenty-second result, too.

Skarson, the Wolf Lord of the Fifth Company of the Space Wolves Legion, was sent to summon Magnus and his Legion: he returned before the Thousand Sons fleet, and as soon as he returned to the battleship, he was overwhelmed by this grand event. Attracted by the Blade Festival, he hurried over, just in time to take over the baton from a wolf master who had just fallen.

Leman Russ knew this warrior. Because he is also a Fenrisian, although he is not outstanding among the wolves, being able to become the wolf master proves his strength: but in front of a Terran veteran with almost three hundred years of fighting experience, Scar The difference in strength shown by Sen is still too obvious.

The battle only lasted a few minutes. For most of the time, Bayar was just passively defending. He used two Chanabal sabers to lightly hook the Wolf Lord's axe, testing Skarson's full strength. Until he was sure that the Wolf Lord posed no more threat to him than that: Skarson had no more cards to play.

As a result, Morgan's champion swordsman finally took the initiative. He slashed, jumped, and easily avoided Skarson's killing blow. With just a casual flick of the slender blade in his hand, the ax held tightly by the Wolf Lord was The pick flew out: Before Skarson could recover, another sword blade had penetrated his thick beard and hit his throat just right.

It's almost like a show.

This exchange of offense and defense took less than two seconds in total. Ruth's last cheer had not even dispersed from the rafters, and it still echoed in the suddenly quiet venue, which seemed particularly ironic.

"That's it again."

The Wolf King murmured to himself. He was not angry because of the failure of his offspring, nor did he fall into a lifeless gloom like the wolf cubs outside the iron fence. The original body just sighed quietly in his heart: His butcher They really don't learn lessons, one after another, even the reasons for failure are so similar.

They were too obsessed with attacking, always wielding giant swords or axes as soon as they came on stage. They were blocked by Bayar and consumed their physical strength in vain until all their moves were seen through by the Dawnbreaker: When Son of Morgan When starting to fight back. Naturally, these Leman Russ warriors would not be able to hold on for long.

But we can't blame them. If this group of wild wolves fight steadily and compete with Bayar, who is as famous as Akudona, the scene will probably become more comedic: Leman Russ doesn't even dare to think about it. .

Thinking of this, the Wolf King couldn't help but turned his head. The silver-haired and blue-eyed blood relative of Avalon was standing next to him, sharing this unique high platform with him: just like the Wolf King was not angry because of the failure of his heir. Likewise, Morgan did not show a smug expression on his face because of Bayar's winning streak.

It was as if this was perfectly normal and common sense to her.

Ruth grinned.

"I think I should thank you, my sister: your proposal is a good one."

[Just thinking about it a little more. 】

Morgan nodded and glanced away from the timer on the wall: Calculated according to the distant Terran standard time, the [Hracfennir] at this time was at 6:30 in the evening. In another half hour, Leman Ru The [Wild Wolf Night] promised by Si is about to officially begin.

But now, not yet.

In the largest arena on the entire Queen of Glory, apart from the two genetic primitives Morgan and Leman Russ, there were only Bayar brought here by Morgan, and more than a hundred Space Wolves gathered from all over. : There is no one who is not a warrior who is eager to challenge Bayar in the mouth of Russ.

Originally, the Wolf King planned to arrange this challenge during his Wild Wolf Night, but the Lord of the Dawnbreakers, who had fought side by side with the Sixth Legion for a period of time, persuaded her Fenris brothers to put this challenge The race serves as a warm-up for the Night of the Wolves, limiting the contestants to Bayar and the Wolves eager for a challenge.

At the beginning, Leman Russ still didn't understand Morgan's intentions.

But now, he understands.

There is no way to understand: at the beginning of this warm-up match, the somewhat reserved Wild Wolves did not send any heavyweights. Most of them were hot-blooded rising stars or champions of each company. They already knew that they were Not being a match for the legendary Bayar, it was more of a challenge than a challenge.

But Bayar's performance still far exceeded the imagination of the wild wolves. He didn't seem to regard this warm-up match as a battle at all. He dealt with the wild wolf's ax blade casually, and every time he made a move, he was always wrong. Based on instinct rather than thinking, it is as if he has never deliberately practiced these flawless swordsmanship at all, these supreme existences are just something he is born with.

The two Chanabar sabers presented by Acudona, respectively named [Cid] and [Hus], were waved casually in Bayar's hands. He only spent less than half an hour. , defeated all the champions and brave men who dared to stand up, including some of the most famous Wolf Claw leaders, especially those warriors of the 13th Great Company. One after another, they bravely rushed to the arena, and in a few minutes, even more He was lifted down in a short time.

In the end, perhaps because he wanted to avenge his champions, or perhaps because he just couldn't bear it, an old acquaintance who was very familiar to Morgan stood up: Yolin Bloodhowler, the Wolf Lord of the Thirteenth Great Company, holding his huge axe. Blade, stood in front of Bayar.

Morgan remembered him. This man's reputation stemmed from his bad deeds: for example, when Morgan was still a mortal, she personally participated in the cooperative operations and conflicts between the Dark Angels and the Space Wolves on Duran, which ultimately led to Zhuang The source of the trigger for the two primarchs, Sen and Leman Russ, to punch each other at each other was Yolin Bloodhowler's own initiative, which indirectly destroyed an entire team of elite Dark Angel warriors.

Naturally, the Spider Queen didn't like such a person. She secretly made a gesture to her champion swordsman. Bayar saw it and he pounced on him like a leopard: "Yolin Xuehow's failure is more serious than anyone else's." Everyone moved quickly, and Morgan's champion swordsman swept the wolf lord out of the game in just two rounds.

This result undoubtedly made all the wolf masters present feel the same hatred.

Everything that happened next became a matter of course: if one wolf master failed, the next one would naturally be another wolf master. This is how seven wolf masters, including Skarson, entered the arena one after another and failed one after another. , no one can survive ten rounds.

And anyone can see that Bayar is still holding back the fight.

In this way, within an hour before the official start of the Night of the Wild Wolf, Bayar defeated one-third of Leman Russ's wolf masters, and they were also the best group of wolf masters, and he himself did not even have a scar. Leave.

(This is really not my intention to discredit the Space Wolves. They were indeed so weak during the Great Crusade. The entire legion could not find a single guy who could fight. As for the number of Wolf Lords: Although the Wolf Regiment has been weak from beginning to end, There are thirteen large companies, but some of them have more than one wolf master)

(Also, don’t think that Bayar’s current record is outrageous. In the original book, the record of the elite blacksmiths in Akudona is even more outrageous. It can only be said that they died long ago. This is a great advantage and can be easily praised to the sky.)

[You don’t want to go out in person to meet my champion, do you, Ruth? 】

Morgan stood aside, always paying attention to his Fenris brothers: even a person as open-minded as the Wolf King had to be anxious after his seventh Wolf Lord declared failure: He walked up and down on the high platform , exactly the same as those wild wolf elites watching in the audience.

But this time, the next challenger never emerged from the wolf pack.

"I?"

The Wolf King laughed dumbly.

"No, I will not."

He shook his head, and Morgan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: she didn't want her heir to confront her own blood relatives. If Ruth was really angry because of this, Morgan didn't mind bumping into her brother.

"Rather, this situation was not beyond my expectations from the beginning."

The Wolf King crossed his hands and leaned his entire upper body on the railing. Under their feet, with another burst of cheers, an old wolf who looked a little older pushed aside the crowd and stepped onto the arena. He and Bayar nodded to each other as a greeting, and then pulled out the bright battle ax he carried with him.

This time, Morgan and the champion swordsman finally got serious.

"do you know who he is?"

Ruth asked, while Morgan was stumped by the question.

"He is my first company commander."

The Wolf King smiled.

"You see, Morgan, all of your First Captains are illustrious, their names echo across the galaxy, and mine is hard to even remember: there are no great warriors among the Wolves. I already figured it out when we were drinking at Zhuang Sen’s place.”

[But you didn’t admit it at the time. 】

"You want me to admit in front of Zhuang Sen that my cub is not as good as his? You might as well kill me!"

(I really haven’t found the name of the first company commander of the Wolf Regiment at this time)

[Of course I won’t kill you, brother. 】

"I know it even if I think about it..."

[But I will be happy to reveal this to Jonson the next time we meet. 】

[Ruth said he is not as good as you: This sentence will probably make Jonson happy for a few days. 】

"..."

The Wolf King's smile froze on his face.

[However, this is strange. 】

Morgan leaned next to Russ. There was about half a meter between the two original bodies. They watched the battle between Bayar and the first captain of the wolf regiment: it could be called a battle, because Morgan's champion swordsman always controlled the battle. In this situation, the Wolf Lord relied entirely on his wild cunning to support himself while moving around.

"If I hadn't heard about Akudona, I would have been angry."

Leman Russ's beard trembled with his heavy breathing.

【What happened to him? 】

"In the Battle of Gardenar that I told you before, Acudona did something extraordinary: just like Bayar now, he defeated all the Iron Hands who dared to challenge him. , and defeated Ferus’s captain with only three swords.”

"Look at our side: my first company commander has withstood at least five or six swords."

[Stop being shameless. 】

Morgan laughed out loud. When she realized Leman Russ's open-mindedness, the Spider Queen's words became casual.

[We can all see that my Bayar is not serious at all, not to mention that your wolf cub is indeed a little strange: We will not mention what kind of person you are, Russ, but these people under your command are really A bunch of barbarians. 】

"Who says it's not?"

Ruth also laughed.

[But logically speaking, shouldn’t all barbarians be able to fight? 】

"Who told you?"

Leman Russ raised his brows and glanced sarcastically at his blood relative.

"If barbarians are really better at fighting than civilized people, then why is it that civilized people always build great empires, while barbarians can only be driven into the mountains and forests: Is it because they like to stay in the mountains and forests?"

[But it is often the barbarians who ultimately destroy the empires built by civilized people. 】

"Barbarians and barbarians are different."

The Wolf King shook his head.

"Those barbarians who live in the deep mountains and old forests and use animal bones and bronze without even common equivalents, and whose cultural inheritance only has totems or oral legends, can certainly defeat the civilized people in a short time by relying on luck and strength. Army, but what awaits them is only more crusade from civilized people: they cannot win forever, and a single defeat will be the annihilation of the entire civilization carrier. "

"As for those barbarians who you say can conquer civilized people, they often live on the borders of civilized people's countries. They have traded with civilized people and even intermarryed for hundreds of years. They speak the language of civilized people and hold the Weapons that identify with the thoughts and culture of civilized people: apart from still having a barbarian face, what’s the difference between them and the so-called civilized people?”

[But they can conquer civilization. 】

"Because they are in their own black swan moment."

The Wolf King shook his head, his pupils radiating wisdom.

"When were the barbarians the strongest? It was when they had just come into contact with civilization. In just a few generations, they still retained the bloodiness and fearlessness of the tribal period, as well as a relatively fair social system, but they also learned how to be civilized. More advanced organization and technology, the combination of the two is a natural disaster, enough to tear apart the greatest empire in the world. "

"Those famous black swan events in the history of Terra: Charlemagne's empire, Heraclius's elegy, the conquests of the horse kings, and the rise of Bogda Khan, the so-called [Barbarian Empire] is nothing more than that. "

"Looking further back, isn't it the same for the empire we are serving now: the powerful organization brought by the All-Father, the rich technological heritage of the Mechanicum and Terra, coupled with the brute force of the Astartes and Tai The legacy of the War of Unification together shaped the Great Crusade to this day.”

"And civilized countries like these have been trampled to pieces by the iron hoofs of our barbarians."

[So, this is the route you planned for your Space Wolf? 】

Morgan glanced at the wolf regiment's first company commander who was losing ground in the arena.

[A group of barbarians who have just become somewhat civilized? 】

"That's right."

Ruth nodded.

"When I took them over, they were just a bunch of wild beasts. I couldn't make them become civilized people like you. This kind of civilized savages is my limit: just like my warriors may never be as good as you. As good as Zhuang Sen’s warriors are, at least they can’t do it now.”

[Don’t say that, Zhuang Sen and I are just relying on those Terran veterans. 】

Morgan comforted her by saying that her words were not entirely false: the Dawnbreaker elites headed by Bayar are still mainly Terran veterans to this day, and Morgan's home planet of Avalon has so far... The most outstanding recruit contributed was Davout, who was famous for commanding operations rather than dueling.

"But now there are no Terran veterans in my legion."

The Wolf King's smile was bitter.

"No, it can't be said that there isn't any: it's just that they can't take advantage of it at all."

"Before I returned, a group of them had already been shot dead by the military police. After I came back, I had to deal with another group. Another group was lost in the wars over the years. The remaining ones were just like Yolin Xuehao and the others. Together, they have become the biggest instability factor in the Legion.”

"On one side are these bloodthirsty Terran veterans, and on the other side are these impulsive warriors like Yolin Bloodhowler who came from Fenris with me and have no taboos: I can only wait for these people to grow old slowly. Only then can I transform the Space Wolf into what I imagined.”

[Sounds like it takes a long time? 】

"Soon."

The Wolf King is very optimistic.

"Actually, I was watching a little guy recently: did you see him?"

【Just that one? 】

Morgan looked for traces and only saw an inconspicuous little guy: he was squeezed in the outermost circle of the howling wolves, standing on tiptoes desperately, and could not see how their first company commander was being beaten. Yal chopped it to the ground and could only follow the wolves in front and fell into another howl of failure.

【what is his name? 】

"Bjorn."

The Wolf King nodded. He watched his company commander being helped down by everyone, and Bayar on the stage saluted him from a distance: Bayar inserted his two swords on the ground, and then took one knee. Kneel down and bow to the two Primarchs.

The Wolf King nodded. As the father of the losers, he accepted Bayar's victory with an open-minded attitude. As the Lord of Fenris was the first to applaud, the originally deathly silent wolves , cheers for Bayar gradually began to ring out.

Wolves recognize the strong: even those who have their corpses under their feet.

"And this is one of the changes I brought to my wolf pack."

The Wolf King raised his head proudly.

"Just wait and see, Morgan, when this generation of wolves gradually grows old, when Bjorn's generation gradually grows up, when they learn the will and thoughts I instilled in them: my wolves will eventually be reborn. ”

"Perhaps, in the distant future, they will no longer be feared."

"They will be the protectors of mortals."

"I'm looking forward to that day."

[Me too, brother. 】

Morgan should be in harmony with his blood relatives,

They accurately ended the preliminaries at the right time: when Bayar came off the stage with the cheers of the wolves, it happened that the big bell embedded in the wall rang, and at the entrance of the arena In this direction, the shadows of World Eater and Dawnbreaker can be vaguely seen.

They came to participate in the next grand event, to participate in the great [Night of the Wild Wolf].

"It appears that our World Eater brothers are more on time than we thought."

Leman Russ was very excited because he found Angron walking at the front.

"Come on, let's go meet him."

"I hope he has brought with him the true masters of the World Eaters' legion, and your legion, my dear Morgan: I hope that other warriors under your command will also come to this event: including the famous swordmaster Ahriman ”

[You don’t have to worry about this. 】

Morgan looked at the crowd.

[He is already here: right there. 】

"Ah...I saw it..."

"Oh my God, who is that giant next to Ahriman? Your son?"

[Yes, Hector: Captain of the Eleventh Company, my first child. 】

[Is that your person next to him? 】

"Hedmaker, chaplain of the fifth company."

[I know him: he and my Hector had a bit of a quarrel during the battle. 】

"This is absolutely normal. No matter where my legion goes, it will cause a lot of unpleasantness with friendly troops: if this causes trouble to your son, then please convey my apology to him."

The Wolf King smiled. He seemed to be very proficient in the apology process, and he didn't have the baggage of face that other brothers had: Morgan wasn't sure if this was a typical case of practice making perfect, or if it was just a matter of breaking the pot?

"If you think it's not enough, I will go to him in person later. I just want to see this giant up close. He seems to be almost as tall as me: Father, even though I am taller than a few of us. Medium is not considered high, but this is too exaggerated.”

[No need, Ruth: I will comfort Hector. 】

"That's good……"

"Wait, where is Kahn? I also want to congratulate him for getting there first in the battle."

[The one behind Angron. 】

"Ah...who is next to him?"

[Well, let me think about it. 】

Morgan was lost in thought as she flipped through her records about the World Eaters Legion.

[I remember him. He performed well in the arenas of various legions. I remember that he often formed a team with Amit from the Blood Angel Legion. 】

[It seems to be called... Gargos? 】