Warhammer: Start with a dog

The traditional and ancient dark gray stone castle was still silent, and there seemed to be no one except the hall where they were.

The lion looked at his brother, confused and annoyed at being ignored.

The old king still sat in his seat, motionless, but Leon believed that his brother could smell the smell of fresh blood just like him.

The smell of blood gushed out from the sitting king. Just looking at his rickety and withered body, it was hard to imagine that there could be so much life fluid flowing out of his body. Those from his lower abdomen The gushing blood even formed pools of blood under the throne and table.

But both Perturabo and Leon were strangely unaware of which weapon had caused such a bleeding wound.

Or maybe some extremely intelligent four-legged creature actually knew it, but he didn't tell it, or if he told it, the place wouldn't be so peaceful.

The old king's expression was dull, and his only expression seemed to be changing back and forth between anticipation and anger. There were three shining, eye-catching treasures placed on the long table in front of him.

The lion's shepherd brother started to sneer when he saw them, "Humph... This skeleton really likes you and him... Even though they are both tools, there are still differences between love and hate. How sad. , Leon, I mean us.”

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about, but Perturabo, you'd better speak respectfully."

Leon's green eyes glanced at the gorgeous and thick huge branch-shaped gold candlestick on the far right of the wooden table in the direction facing the king. This candlestick is one of the largest and most gorgeous items in the castle.

Under its feet, the dust accumulated on the table was so thick that it covered up the texture of the underlying layers. On the far left was a long gun, also made of gold, but it looked surprisingly sharp. Its gun The blade was like a pool of ice water floating with blood, dyed with a touch of strange blood; and in the center, placed in front of the king was a large Holy Grail made of the same gold. The body of the cup was exquisitely crafted with various craftsmanship. of people decorate it.

The lion remembered the last time he was sent here, the fog, forest and other buildings he had seen, and the situation when he met the old king on the river. The words that the Dark Watcher he met at that time once warned him came to his mind again.

"You're asking the wrong question." He said this warning in a low voice. Perturabo next to him sneered again.

"It was the Dark Watchers who told you." Perturabo's long plush tail was raised high like a banner of victory, and the white tail tip hair was like the tip of some kind of flag. He walked around the seat of the still motionless old king with light steps. The dog's paws stepped on the pool of blood with every step, but the snow-white fur on his four feet was not dyed red at all.

"That's right, my brother who is not likeable but seems to have a good touch. I think at this moment, if you have anything to remind me, this is the right time to say it."

"I don't think so, Leon El'Jonson, you are destined to return without success today, but you can still ask him three questions."

The dog blinked.

The lion exhaled a cold snort from his nostrils.

"Is this the setting of some kind of riddle? I have conquered countless worlds. Although not all worlds have it, the nursery rhymes, myths and legends of some of them do mention similar things: You must say the correct answer. Only by using words can you be able to talk to a mysterious figure or prophet, otherwise there will be some kind of law that prevents communication, and even worse things will happen."

"That's right, and many times, the animal companions brought by the protagonists in fairy tales are often the key to solving the problem. Mine looks like the kind white-bearded grandfather and brother from fairy tales, so you should ask the questions you want to ask first. Don't let Poor paralyzed old man who was badly cared for by his mentally ill son and ignorant pets has waited too long."

"...Perturabo, are you really not trying to provoke him on purpose? I can see that his eyeball muscles are almost twitching."

"Of course not, Leon, whoever is angry will admit it. After all, I didn't name him, and who knows who I am talking about?"

The dog walked counterclockwise around the old king, who had an increasingly angry look on his face, and then heard his stupid but still somewhat useful elder brother ask three very stupid but very inevitable questions. questions, "Who are you?" "How can I cure you?" and "Where is-"

The moment the lion's third question blurted out, the shepherd dog used his excellent jumping ability to suddenly jump onto the old wooden table, and at the same time he hurriedly asked his question to the old king: "Which one? !”

A flash of light flashed unexpectedly from the old king's eyes, and both the lion and the shepherd dog saw one of his fingers reluctantly raised, moved, and pointed at -

At the moment when the voice of the third question raised by the lion fell on the ground, all the light sources in the entire castle - fireplaces, candlelights, chandeliers, candles or similar things - cast all the dark colors on the ground. The shadows suddenly began to squirm crazily, as if they were all about to come alive. The shadows or monsters in the shadows gathered towards the old king, the lion and the shepherd dog. The old king's eyes suddenly burst with golden light - the cold The golden light tried to envelope the lion and the shepherd dog - but because someone interrupted and asked a third question, the golden light was faster than lightning but still seemed to be a little slower -

All the rustles.

From far to near.

Will there be a library in the castle?

Or will there be a library in the tower?

Some kind of movement of turning the pages of books appeared, first the first book, the second book, the fourth book, the sixteenth book... It seemed that hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, as many as the sands of the Ganges River, or even immeasurable books were being read at the same time. Opening it, being turned to a specific page, the extremely slight rustling sound formed by the fragile paper makes a deafening and powerful sound of this order of magnitude.

This kind of movement, which was made up of hundreds of millions of small sounds gathered and superimposed, soon became so huge and so impossible to ignore. Finally, this majestic existence let out a roar that was unknowable, audible, and indescribable but would never fade away. The entire castle was shaken, and even its foundations were shaken. All the firelights were shaken, and the shadow monsters cast by the light also became unstable.

Golden light finally enveloped Perturabo and Leon.

Everything in perception was "blank" for a moment.

In their ears, the beeping sound announced that the ships and fleets had successfully arrived at their destination.

The Lion found himself once again standing with his brother in the room aboard the Terra Glory.