Warhammer Inquisitor

"Ragnar! Hey! Ragnathan!" shouted the old hunter as he walked across the river carrying his prey, and he shouted at the young man who was about to freeze the river.

The black-haired young man was holding a spear. He stood barefoot in the frozen river to the bone marrow, his eyes fixed on the fish swimming below the surface of the river, and then he stabbed the harpoon up.

The young Ragnar raised his harpoon, looked at the struggling catfish on it, and then looked at the old hunter on the bank of the river outside the tribal village, he was carrying a deer.

"Uncle Rollo, you seem to have had a good harvest today." Ragnar said as he walked out of the river. He walked onto the river beach with his bare feet, and put on his fur boots after drying them briefly.

Rollo watched Ragnar adjust the battle ax on his waist, "Be careful to freeze your feet, Ragnar, it's going to be severe winter now, not midsummer."

"I'm not afraid of the cold, Uncle, you know." Ragnar said and put him into the fishing net. He carried the fishing net on his back and held the harpoon and walked towards the entrance of the village. Rollo followed behind him.

The two walked into the tribe, where countless fur tents and log buildings were located. They walked across the ground covered with hoarfrost. Ragnar walked calmly, avoiding the children who were playing around.

Rollo looked at Ragnar, "Ragnar, I know you have been very sad after your father died, but you." "I'm fine, uncle, don't worry about me."

As Ragnar spoke, he walked towards a path. Rollo looked at Ragnar standing there, "Where's your mother? Is she okay?"

"Passed away, a week ago." Ragnar turned his head and said calmly, there was no sadness, no pain, just incomparable calm.

Rollo looked at Ragnar and sighed, he raised his head and looked at his friend's son, "Ragnar, you have no relatives, why don't you try the selection of sky warriors? The chaplain of the warband is coming today Pick a candidate, you should try it."

"They will only choose descendants of warrior blood. My father is a hunter, not a warrior." Ragnar said as he walked up the path and gradually walked away. The child's mood was as cold as this snow field.

Rollo looked at him and sighed helplessly, then walked towards his hut in the tribe.

Ragnar walked on the small path, the gravel path was covered with snow, he walked with a fishing net on his back and looked at the snowy ground beside him, the winter in Fenris was coming, and the severe winter would kill many families who did not have enough food.

Ragnar hadn't gone hunting for a long time to take care of his mother, and his mother eventually died of illness before winter, and now there was no food at home, whether Ragnar himself could survive this winter was a problem.

But he didn't care anymore, the young man walked through the path outside the tribe, he stepped on the steps and walked to a small snowy square, surrounded by several Fenrisian boys, each wearing an ax or a sword.

"Look, it's Ragnar, look at his face, hasn't he been hungry for a few days?" said the boy with the sword, looking at him arrogantly with his arms folded.

"Why don't you say your wisecracks? Ragnathan, oh, I remembered, you have neither father nor mother, haha!"

The boys laughed, and one of them pointed to Ragnar, who was dressed much poorer than them, and laughed, "They all said that your father was eaten by wolves, okay! Since a hunter was eaten by wolves, his son can't even look good. None of the prey can be caught!"

They laughed again, and Ragnar looked at them blankly, then turned and walked away, but a sword was in his way, and Ragnar looked at the boy coldly.

"Roman, get out of here and don't force me to fight." Ragnar said briefly, and the boy holding the sword smiled disdainfully, "I am the son of a warrior, you country bumpkin still fight with me? I will definitely become a sky warrior today candidate!"

Ragnar looked at him with icy eyes, pushed away the sword and walked forward, raised the sword boyishly and prepared to catch up with Ragnar to teach him a lesson, but was soon held back by his companions.

"Come on, don't ask for trouble because of him." His little friend said, Roman cursed angrily and put away the sword, he heard a horn.

"Priest Wolf is here! Let's go! Let's go!" Roman said, striding over, and his partners followed him up the stairs.

They passed by Ragnar, bumping Ragnar's arm and causing him to fall bloody, but the latter stood still, gave them a cold look, and continued on his way up.

Ragnar walked to the central square of the tribe, where many people gathered, and the patriarch stood in front of the central fire and totem and announced to everyone.

"The wolf priest of the Sky Warrior has arrived! He will select an outstanding young man to become the new Sky Warrior!"

Ragnar stopped when he walked past the edge of the crowd. He looked at the wolf priest. He was wearing a helmet that looked like a skeleton wolf skull. He was tall and dressed in the heavy armor of a god. anyone.

The soldiers respected him, but Ragnar looked at him rather coldly. Ragnar turned his head and continued to walk. He didn't notice that Priest Wolf looked at him slightly.

The patriarch looked at Priest Wolf, "My lord, please choose the outstanding young man you want to go, in the name of the whole father."

The pastor let out a long breath and raised his finger to point at the eager Roman, "Romain Ivar, come with me."

Romain cried out all of a sudden, he drew his sword and cheered loudly, and his companions also jumped for joy.

But Priest Wolf slowly turned his head to look at Ragnar, "And you, Ragnar Russ." The priest asked.

Roman and his partners were stunned, they, the patriarch and everyone looked over.

"His surname is Ruth? Isn't his surname Ragnathan?" There was a lot of discussion among the crowd.

"Isn't that Ruth's surname?" "No! Impossible! Their people disappeared after thousands of years!"

Ragnar stopped in his tracks. He turned his head to look at Priest Wolf with the fishing net on his back, "I heard that you only recruit descendants of warriors. I'm not a warrior, I'm the son of a hunter."

Priest Wolf shook his head, "Yes, but hunters face no less threats than fighters in this land, Ragnar, come with me."

"But my lord! His father was eaten by wolves as a hunter! He can't even kill enough for the winter! How can he be a sky warrior?"

Roman's loud protest drew the gaze of Priest Wolf, and the extremely intimidating aura instantly calmed Roman, and he and the other young people who were just eager to try all shut up.

"Are you questioning me, young man." "No, my lord, no."

Roman murmured softly, and the priest let out a breath under the skull mask, then slowly raised his head to look at Ragnar, "Put down your hunting gear, come here."

Ragnar looked at the wolf priest and was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly and put down the fishing gear and harpoon. He walked up and stood in front of the priest. The tall wolf priest held his shoulder and said.

"Starting today, you have to be worthy of your surname, Ragnar, tell me who has the same surname as you."

"Liemann Russ."