Warhammer Inquisitor

Each space warrior chapter has its own ancient trial traditions, and each chapter will set up various, but extremely dangerous and testing trials to test recruits, and the death rate is often very, very high.

Out of a thousand candidates for recruits, maybe only one, the best, the strongest and the toughest, can join the battle group, and most of the rest will die in the process of trials.

The Mokai Trial is an ancient trial ritual of the Space Wolves, named after the two-headed giant wolf Mokai who guarded the gate of the Death Realm in the ancient legend of Fenris.

Before a young Fenrisian warrior steps into the ranks of the Space Wolves, he must pass countless trials. These many trials will test the warrior's wisdom and strength, and if he is injured, he will put him in a situation that is extremely dangerous for mortals, and he must survive.

Those who fail the final test are taken away by Morkai and forgotten forever. This trial is lengthy, as warriors are taken to wastelands thousands of miles away from Fang Hold. He will drink the bitters of lycanthropy, and his body will absorb the first and deadliest gene-seed of the Space Wolves, the unique wolf gene.

These candidates would be thrown into the wasteland to find their way back to Fang Keep by themselves, and the gene-seed would continue to modify their bodies in the process.

Most of his bones were reshaped, fangs sprouted from his gums, and as his body shattered in agony, the warrior must overcome the darkness within him before it took full control.

If he fails, he becomes one of the huge, savage creatures known as "werewolves," succumbing to the curse. To be a member of the werewolf means that he has fallen from the altar, degraded into a nocturnal creature who roams the wilderness forever.

If the candidate finds his way back to Wolffang by himself through the blizzard of predators roaming Asaheim, he will be implanted with the rest of the Space Wolves' gene-seed in order to stabilize the wolf genes to finish him off. the road to ascension.

The Chapter will greet them warmly and welcome new brothers to join them, and those candidates who do not complete their trials will be forgotten forever, whether they are buried in the ice field, or turned into monsters that must be concealed by the Chapter.

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When Ragnar wakes up he finds himself on the snowy field, looks like he was thrown out of the Fang Citadel while he was unconscious, like the Sky Warrior said it was part of the trial, he was thrown out of the Citadel to the On the snow field, you need to find your way back by yourself.

Ragnar was only wearing a pair of pants. His upper body was exposed to the cold wind and heavy snow. Ordinary people would quickly lose their body temperature and freeze to death on the ice field, but Ragnar didn't feel any pain. Cold, he was not afraid of the cold since he was a child and could stay alone in the snow field for a long time.

His father was also not afraid of the cold, they would never get frostbite, catch a cold, or catch cold in the ice field, as if there was a power in their blood that originated from the ice and snow world itself, making them strong and tenacious.

Ragnar searched the ice field, and soon he used the experience he learned from hunting with his father to make weapons. He smashed stones and polished them into stone blades, and felled trees on the ice field. Cut, sharpened into spears, armed in the blink of an eye.

Ragnar learned a lot from his father, not only making weapons, but also how to survive on the ice field. He knew this snow field as he knew his own home. His parents moved to the tribe together, and he lived on the snowy plains just like the legendary Leman Russ.

He knows how to survive in the snow field better than anyone on Fenris, he knows everything here, and he is as strong and unyielding as this snow field.

My father always told me that people of my own clan would not rely on anyone's charity, they could only rely on themselves, just like a lone wolf on the snowy field, tenacious and tenacious.

Ragnar walked in the knee-deep snow, holding a spear and walking against the wind and snow. He knew that he had to find a high place, and only in a high place could he discern his position.

He walked on the ice field like a lone wolf, and there was no one on the vast snow around him, only the endless white world and the lonely silence.

Ragnar walked in the forest composed of cedar trees. The white canopy and the white snow on the ground blurred all sense of direction, and the sun's rays were completely blocked by the blizzard, making it impossible to distinguish the direction.

But losing the sense of direction is not the most dangerous thing. The most dangerous thing is those tenacious hunters on the snow field, the real hunters.

Ragnar found a moose fallen in the forest, the holy spirit was disembowelled and fell in the snow, the blood stained the surrounding ground making it extremely conspicuous.

Ragnar squatted in front of the moose corpse, and he bent down to look at the torn intestines. Ragnar had long learned how to inspect and judge the corpse from his father, and he quickly figured out the cause of the moose's death.

He was killed by carnivorous animals and more than one, its body was covered with scratches and bite marks, the bite marks of several beasts, Ragnar knew what kind of beasts it was.

He sensed the hostility around him, and a pair of eyes full of malice were staring at him. Those beasts were walking in the woodland, their sharp forelimbs stepped on the snow and made a crisp sound, and the hungry growls under their fangs came bursts.

Those wild beasts were looking at themselves, and gradually gathered up to close the encirclement circle, presumably they must have smelled their own scent far away, they set traps here and waited for their prey to be caught, they were indeed a group of cunning hunters .

But Ragnar would not panic, let alone sit and wait for death. He held his spear and continued to walk in the woodland. He pretended to ignore the figures walking among the surrounding trees, and pretended not to notice the screams caused by hunger.

A hungry Fenrisian wolf gradually approached, the deadliest predator on the planet was gradually approaching, it crawled cautiously from the snow and approached the young boy, its fangs and teeth roared in a low voice, and its blood-red eyes locked onto it. took Ragnar's position.

Ragnar recalled the method his father had taught him in his mind, put his posture and held the spear tightly and waited for an opportunity, waiting for an opportunity when the opponent's patience was exhausted and his flaws were exposed.

A cold wind blew his hair, and there was a rustle of canopy in the cedar pine forest, and at the same moment the beast fell on Ragnar.

Sharp fangs and sharp claws attacked the young man's back, but Ragnar turned around suddenly and pierced the spear into the wolf's belly, the only soft belly of the mighty beast.

Ragnar put his shoulder against the beast and fell to the ground. He pulled out his spear and walked forward to step on the wolf's neck. He stabbed again with the spear. Blood spurted out from the place where the spear was pierced. At the same time, there was a burst of wolf howling around. The sound, those beasts are rushing up from all directions.

The young man pulled out his spear and turned around and stabbed another wild wolf. He used all his strength on the spear just like his father taught him. The sharp spear tip pierced the wolf's head smoothly, and the powerful explosive force crushed the wolf's head. It was pierced through, and the spearhead pierced out from the back of its neck.

Ragnar let go of his spear, drew out a stone knife and stabbed the neck of the pounced wolf. He hugged the wolf's neck and struggled frantically shaking his head. Ragnar tightly hugged the wolf's neck, controlling Looking at his bloody mouth and fatal bite.

He took out the stone knife and stabbed it at its throat. After a howl, the wild wolf trembled. With Ragnar's yank, the wolf's neck was cut open, and the blood splashed down from the windpipe onto the snow. on the ground.

The hot blood soaked Ragnar's hands. He watched the hot blood on his hand walk away calmly. He pulled the spear from the other wild wolf, and then returned to the back of the cage with a blank expression. Throat-slit wolf side.

He has helped his father with the fur of his prey many times in the past, and he knows how to peel off the fur quickly. He followed the slit in the throat and cut a hole along the wolf's abdomen, and then Ragnar grabbed it. One side violently tore off the wild wolf's fur.

The naked wolf was lying on the snow, while Ragnar covered his body with warm fur. Finally, Ragnar's upper body didn't have to be exposed to the cold wind.

Ragnar held the spear and continued walking towards the depths of the woodland. With years of intuition, he knew that he should go in this direction. The cold wind was blowing from behind, which meant that there must be a huge object in front of him to block the cold wind. .

He had to climb a high mountain to get his bearings, and then he knew where to go, and if he was lucky, there might be caves on the mountain that could provide a place to rest. If there were no other beasts occupying that place, he would kill Ragnar if there was one. Get it and go in.

They say father died on the icefields hunting, at least that's what Logan told himself, Ragnar didn't know how he died but he knew his father was a good hunter, warrior and fighter, he must have died He is very proud, and now he is probably drinking and bragging with his ancestors in the Hall of Valor.

Most of his clan members are dead, and there are not many Russ clans left. Ragnar has heard the legend that people say that Leman Russ came from his own clan. His mother once told him not to brag about his surname and family name. Bloodline, she said there were many people vying for Ruth's lineage.

Ragnar didn't know why, and he didn't know how his tribe disappeared. His father never told him the reason, and as time passed, he didn't ask.

"Ah!!!!" A scream came from the depths of the forest, and Ragnar stopped and held the spear and looked over there, "All Father! Get away from the beast!"

Ragnar leaned over and leaned over in the wolf's fur. The wolf's fur on his body moved on the snow, as if a wolf was lurking close to the target, and this also made him smell as if the wild wolf hadn't been killed by those hungry beasts. found by wolves.

Ragnar leaned against a cedar tree, and he looked at several candidates for recruits who were besieged by wolves in the snow. They obviously didn't know how to face wolves, and soon some of them were hunted, bitten and killed by wolves. Death.

Ragnar looked at their leader Roman, the arrogant boy swung his sword to drive away the surrounding wolves, but the wild wolves just jumped backwards, and then quickly moved to look for an opportunity to attack again.

The boy next to Roman swung a tomahawk and hit one of the wild wolves, but the wolf quickly dodged and bit his arm. The wolf dragged him to the ground, dragged him to the middle of the snow, and was killed by several wolves. The wolf was torn to pieces, and the screams echoed in the forest.

Ragnar watched Roman hesitate for a moment and then turned to leave. He walked in the snow to a distance, but heard Roman's shout after walking a few steps.

"All Father! Leman Russ! Save us!"

Ragnar stopped in his tracks, and his mind echoed the exact same words that his father had said to Priest Wolf and himself before he left.

"Be worthy of the surname of Ruth, and be worthy of your ancestors."

Ragnar sighed, held his spear, turned around and charged in that direction, the son of the wolf king rushed up the snow slope with the speed of a Fenris wolf, and all the wolves at the scene looked up at the wild Ragnar pounced on him like a wolf, he grabbed his spear and jumped down.

"Father Almighty! Hear me roar!"

His roar ran through the spear, and the spearhead thundered at the vicious predator.

Today’s post is a little bit long, mainly because I don’t want to introduce the chapter of Mokai Trials of Water, otherwise I would be too sorry for everyone, so today’s introduction of popular science is a bit long. Fortunately, everyone has the patience to read what I wrote.