Warhammer Inquisitor

Ragnar leaped down from the snow hill, the fur of the Fenris wolf fluttered and fluttered behind him, he roared and thrust his spear into the back of a wolf, blood spilled from the gray-black fur on the ground, and the beast also There was a scream.

The moment the wild wolf fell to the ground, Ragnar rolled over. He pulled out his spear and stabbed out suddenly. The sharp spear tip hit the next wild wolf as he rolled, and the monster screamed and swayed its limbs. And Ragnar drew his spear, stabbing again as blood gushed from his wound.

The wild wolf collapsed to the ground, while Ragnar Russ stepped on the snow and turned around, grabbed the wooden spear with both fists and hit a pounced wild wolf on the head with a sap.

The wild wolf was knocked over and fell into a big snow pit on the snow. Ragnar was not busy chasing but continued to fight with the rest of the wild wolves. He always remembered that his father had told him never to underestimate these wild beasts. They were more powerful than humans. Know what unity and wisdom are.

On this snow-covered planet, wolves knew how to survive earlier than humans. They knew how to form a united tribe around the wolf king, and knew when to attack and retreat. It was the wolves that nurtured and raised Riemann. Ruth made him understand the way of life of wolves.

Leman Russ brought the tactics of the wolf pack into his legion, so they were dubbed the Space Wolves. They were as cunning, powerful and cruel as the wolves on Fenris.

Ragnar's father told the young Ragnar to try his best to avoid hunting with wolves, to avoid these natural hunters who taught Leman Russ to fight and survive, but if he encounters them, he must not have any fear, Because the wolves smell your fear, they will take advantage of this, face them calmly and only then have a chance.

The pack of wolves quickly adjusted their posture, and the wolves crawled in all directions, constantly jumping and changing positions, looking for opportunities. Their roaring fangs spewed out bursts of hot air from their mouths, and a frightening howl also came out from between their teeth.

Ragnar held the spear and looked around the wolves. A wolf attacked from behind him. The wolf jumped forward and threw itself at Ragnar's back.

Ragnar suddenly turned around and pierced the wolf's weak abdomen with a spear. The wolf turned over and howled, but the pain was quickly stopped by Ragnar. Ragnar pulled out the spear and directly pierced its abdomen. head.

Another wild wolf rushed up and bit Ragnar. The latter swung his spear at Ragnar's head but was bitten back. Gunner couldn't move, and this brief opportunity is what a good hunter needs.

The wolf of Fenris did not miss this opportunity. The brown-red fur wolf immediately jumped at Ragnar and bit him on the back of the neck with incomparable precision.

Ragnar turned his head to look at the wolf that was rushing, but in the end it didn't bite Ragnar but was killed. Roman rushed up and stabbed the wolf in the side with his sword, knocking it away go out.

The sword in his hand is not his own. When they left Langfang Castle, the wolf priest took everything from them, but Roman didn't know where he found another sword, and this sword has now played a vital role. effect.

Roman covered Ragnar's back, and in front of Ragnar, another boy rushed up and hacked the wolf to death with a woodcutter's axe. only wild wolf.

All the living boys rushed up, and with axes and swords they drove away the wolves surrounding them, and all gathered together to face the wolves with weapons in their hands.

"Form a circle! Everyone listen to my order and move closer!" Ragnar shouted, everyone obeyed his order, even Roman, they all formed a circle back to back, spears and swords and battle axes Aim outside, at those grinning wolves.

The wild wolf howled and barked around them, steaming from its roaring fangs, and the wolf rushed forward and was forced back by the brandishing weapons.

Roman swung his long sword and scratched the eye of a wild wolf. The wolf rolled back to the bottom and then quickly threw it away. He stood on the snow and took a step forward, swiping his long sword and slashing another wild wolf.

"Roman! Come back!" Ragnar yelled, but Roman didn't hear his words, but left the team a few steps forward with a long sword. He turned around and slashed a wild wolf that was rushing, but ignored the lurking behind him. The other close.

The wolf ran across the snow and pounced on Romain. Ragnar strode forward after cursing in Fenrisian dialect. He punched the wolf on the head and sent him flying with strength beyond the strength of a boy his age. The wolf, the monster hit the cedar wood and fell to the ground whining and howling.

Ragnar swung his spear and blocked another wild wolf. Roman saw that Ragnar had saved him, and he nodded to Ragnar affirmatively. There was no contempt in his eyes, and he ran back with Ragnar. The team continued to defend back to back.

The pack of wolves bared their teeth around them, but the tallest and strongest wolf stood in the pack and looked at the boys. It let out a short howl to the surrounding wolves, and the wolves retreated.

Ragnar knew that the wolves were very intelligent beasts, they were not mindless savage monsters, they knew they should retreat when the attack was not worth the effort, which was why Ragnar pulled the boys to fight with all their might.

Roman let out a long sigh of relief and dropped his sore arms, and the boys also let out a sigh of relief to find a place to rest. Ragnar watched them sit on the surrounding stones and trees, and here Hot blood was sprinkled on the snow.

"We have no time to rest. The smell of blood will attract more powerful beasts. We must move forward immediately."

"Have you found the way back to Wolf's Tooth Castle?" Roman said as he touched the scratch on his arm. The wound was so painful that he cursed, but he still endured the pain and walked to Ragnar around.

Ragnar pointed to an open area not far away, which had a good view outside the woodland. With Ragnar's years of hunting experience, he knew that he could see the surrounding wilderness there, allowing them to roughly figure out their position.

Roman nodded affirmatively. He held his wound and gasped. He was very cold. These boys were so cold that many of their skins were frozen purple. Although they were children of Fenris, they grew up in In a world of ice and snow, but only wearing a pair of trousers, being almost naked and exposed to the cold wind can still freeze them half to death.

"Give me the sword." "What?" "Give me the sword."

Roman hesitantly handed the sword to Ragnar, who squatted down and turned over the corpse of a wild wolf, and skillfully cut a hole along the abdomen, and peeled off its fur after a bit of cutting, Ragnar Namer threw it to Roman silently and started to deal with the next one.

He watched as Ragnar peeled off a fur cloak for each, and Roman nodded gratefully to Ragnar and draped it over his shoulders.

Soon everyone put on a wild wolf fur cloak, and the boys now looked like a new pack of wolves. They moved closer to Ragnar with weapons in hand, their eyes silently proving that they would Ragnar is considered the leader, like the alpha wolf of a pack of wolves.

But Ragnar seemed to be very indifferent to this, and he walked to the clearing outside the woodland, "Follow me." The boys followed behind him.

Roman stood on the open ground with his sword in his arms, and heavy snow was flying around. The blizzard drowned everything in the whiteness, and it seemed that he couldn't tell the direction at all. He looked at Ragnar and said loudly, "What should we do now?"

"Go to a higher place, where the view is wider." Ragnar's voice shouted in the snowstorm, which became indistinct under the effect of the wind, but a boy pointed to a shadow walking in the forest not far away. shouted, "Someone!"

Ragnar and the boys all looked over, and it was indeed a human silhouette approaching. Ragnar looked at the tall, thin figure, "That's not a candidate."

"What?" Roman asked hesitantly, while Ragnar looked at the increasingly clear figure. His arms were very long, and the proportions of his limbs were completely wrong.

Suddenly Ragnar frowned and remembered the story his father once told him, "Stay away from him!"

The boy turned his head to look at Ragnar in surprise, his eyes stared blankly and lowered his eyes to see the blood gushing from his neck, and a sharp claw cut his throat.

The boy was picked up and torn in half in front of everyone. The slender shadow dragged the boy's disembodied upper body into the field of vision.

The boys all looked at the monster in horror, and even Roman pulled out his long sword out of panic, his fingers gripping the hilt turned white, Ragnar looked at the monster, and he remembered what his father had told him A story, a folk legend.

A folk tale about werewolves.

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