Warhammer: Start with a dog

Because I prepared the outline of the related extra chapter a long time ago but never had the time to write it, I suddenly wanted to write a scene today, so I wrote it (hey), it is a two-in-one single chapter. If the response is good, I will complete it earlier.

The following is the main text (and these two lines are not included in the charge, don't worry)

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The black and white border collie raised his furry ears, his ear tips trembling slightly, listening carefully to the movement in the bedroom.

The mortal covered with a quilt just chose to go back to sleep because of the headache caused by being woken up continuously in the early morning. He should be unconscious now.

He listened carefully again to make sure that the mortal was asleep and would not be woken up by the noise he made.

Then the shepherd dog put away his neatly trimmed claws that still made a tapping sound on the floor, and tiptoed carefully out of the bedroom with only his paw pads, and walked to the door of the house again.

——Luckily, today, his owner, whose real name is unknown but whose online name is Ramizane Kalosini, still left his key in the lock for convenience, which would save him a big troublesome step.

The door should be locked as usual to prevent the shepherd dog Perturabo from opening the door and running out when the human is taking a nap and losing himself.

Of course, this lock is completely sufficient to prevent ordinary border collies.

But now, Perturabo is no longer the shepherd dog Perturabo.

He stood up carefully, one ear erected towards the bedroom, turned left and right, and carefully stuck the handle of the key into the center of his thick paw pad, then relaxed the muscles of his hind legs and waist, let his weight carry the key and turn it down half a circle, and finally took advantage of the residual kinetic energy of the fall to instantly pull the paw in another direction——

The lock core that was secretly smeared with crushed pencil graphite core powder made the sound of gears biting and turning, and the door opened.

Perturabo paused on the mat before running out, tilting his head and moving his ears back and forth, confirming once again that the person in the bedroom was still sleeping soundly.

The humming sound of the air conditioner compressor, the slight electrical noise of household appliances, the gentle and even breathing sound, the birds singing outside the window, the sound of the wind -

Good, I didn't wake up.

The dog hurried out the door, lifted the mat in front of the door with his nose, hid the key, then walked behind the door, pushed it with his mouth, and quietly closed the door.

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The yellow and white Corgi was squatting at the entrance of his home with his small backpack on his back, waiting patiently.

There was a slight scratching sound of claws rubbing against the ground outside the door, he tilted his head and pricked up his ears.

The sound of the water meter box cover being opened and closed came from the corridor.

Then there was a long metal friction sound of claws slipping on the metal door panel and the key tip sliding back and forth trying to poke into the keyhole.

Finally, after a click, the door opened for him.

"Good morning, brother. Thank you for your help."

The black and white border collie who opened the door narrowed his eyes, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. (Really! You always have to trouble me to pick you up. You are a Terran guard, haha, when can you open the door by yourself?)"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh. (You and I both know that my current leg condition does not allow it, brother.)" The Corgi calmly walked past his black and white brother who was obviously ready to find a reason to provoke a fight at any time, ready to set off for their destination.

"Mmmm. (Wouldn't it be convenient to steal your spare key and hide it in the water meter box, you short-legged dog?)"

"Mmm. (That's for your convenience, Perturabo. I know you don't like to use your nose to turn over other mortals' foot pads.)"

"..." The black and white shepherd dog was stunned for a moment, folded his ears, and wrinkled his face. "Huh?! Mmm. (I'm going to vomit. What kind of hypocritical brotherly love is this, Rogal Dorn, you let I feel sick.)"

"Uwuwu. (It's okay, Perturabo, you smell too.)"

"...Aoao!!! (I'm going to tear your throat open and tear off your head and throw it into the gutter. You're a stinky, hard rock that only deserves to be in...)"

"Uwu. (Stop cursing, someone's coming, pay attention.)"

Perturabo immediately shut up, and the two dogs were face to face, skillfully hiding in the blind spot above the stairs and looking down from the gap.

There was one last obstacle for them to leave the building - the high-positioned password lock on the main door, and while entering the password, they had to use something heavy or large enough to hold the heavy door in order to run out - in short, the door made for large creatures like humans who walk upright and have two dexterous hands is a very simple but reasonable and low-cost design that can effectively block most animals that are not smart enough to open the door to go out or come in.

So according to Perturabo's observations and experiments, the best way to open this door is not to enter the password yourself, but to wait for a human who is about to come in to open the door for them and then rush out - it is very counterintuitive that most people will not close the door with their backhands, but will grab the door handle and scream and move sideways to make way for the two dogs rushing over, just like pedestrians subconsciously avoiding running horses.

Now, there is a passerby who has no idea what will happen next and is pressing the password. With a "beep" electronic sound and a metal echo, the door was opened, and the person was about to step into the corridor -

"Ouch! (Now! Let's go!)"

One black and one yellow and white figure jumped down from the stairs towards the door like an arrow. The frightened humans screamed and raised one leg and jumped away. Instinctively, they pressed their bodies against the door to make way for them. Before the other party could realize what happened, Perturabo and Roger Dorn had already ran away from one building.

"Ah! Someone's dog has escaped!" The frightened human voice was far behind them.

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"Ouch? (Where should we meet them next? The last time I met Leon, I was only told that you would come to pick me up.)" They went one after another, using parked vehicles to avoid human sight. , running out of the residential area where they lived along the lawn, parking lot and path, as well as a small, dilapidated iron gate that could only allow cats and dogs to pass through.

"Awww. (After all, if we two come out, I must be the leader. So I just know.)" When saying this, the black and white border mule raised his head and raised his tail and ears. "Hey. Let's walk along the river bank, then walk to the bridge, and then go to the intersection to gather deep in the riverside garden. Leon asked Clarks to send me a temporary message in the morning, saying that he would take As many other brothers as possible are waiting for us there.)"

"Ouch. (Okay.)" If Rogal Dorn wanted to say something, he didn't show it, because in fact it was like this. Due to the genetic problem of Corgi's born legs, there were many things he had to rely on and his Now it is the neighbor Perturabo with long legs who completes it, and Perturabo is indeed more convenient than him to open the cage or room door and go to the window or balcony to receive the message.

Therefore, Donne spent most of his time patiently facing the sudden neurotic reflexes and sensitivities that his brother still sometimes has in this era. After all, when you think back to the past, people like Donne will always reflect first. What he had done and what he had said to his brother.

But in that distant, dark universe with only war and no ideals, even if he had a short moment of private time, he could take a breath and divert his mind from the affairs and dark emotions that were weighing him down. Purely recalling or thinking for a moment, but in the end what can be expressed is at most a deep wrinkle between the eyebrows or a sigh. Now he has such a ridiculous but real opportunity to practice his reflection, and he is happy to do so as much as possible.

The two dogs then crawled down from the bushes at the edge of the residential area. Because Perturabo was obviously taller, he walked ahead without hesitation, leading Dorn through the dark beast paths formed by dense and overgrown reeds, grass and waterside plants, and arrived at——

Go to the crosswalk at the intersection and sit down to wait for the traffic light.

Then the two Primarch Sheepdogs and Primarch Cattle Dogs, who didn't see anything wrong with their behavior at all, walked briskly through the crosswalk with elegant steps as the pedestrians on both sides watched in amazement, and then walked into the riverside Deep in the public gardens.

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The shape of the Riverside Public Garden is long and narrow, but it is a dead end in the depth. Therefore, few people want to go to the deepest part of the garden - most people stop outside the dark forest that blocks the sky and the sun. The ruggedness and undergrowth also deterred many bad-smelling attempts from happening.

But the environment of the dense forest is a favorite place for a certain king who was born in Caliban. He will handle his own affairs and mediate the discord among his cats in this royal court majestically, usually like this.

But at this moment, he was blowing up his tail like a giant golden feather duster to face the uninvited guests who broke into the dense forest.

"Meowoooooooooooooooooooooo!!! (Who gave you the courage to come to our party without permission!! Asshole!!!)"

The big orange-gold cat stood on the wrought-iron and wooden garden chair that was his favorite spot, and his hair grew all over his body. He angrily raised his head at the person who had intruded into his territory without permission and clearly recognized him and his brothers. He jumped up, and when the visitor's eyes turned horrified just as he was about to explain, he punched him in the head with lightning speed at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye of a mortal -!

Flying head meow punch! Let me fly!

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After a while.

"Woofoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,,...ha, our eldest brother, you still think that he's the lion of Caliban?"

The one who smiled sinisterly was Perturabo. He seemed to be in a good mood. He was squatting on a comfortable and thick ice cushion that was a gift brought to him by his heir and looked around proudly. Because the primarch was present. Among them, he is the only one who is extremely lucky to be met, recognized, remembered, and loyally acknowledged by his mortal descendant, so it is understandable that he can be so arrogant to the rest of the brothers at the fraternity gathering.

Flix, who looked like a middle-aged Eastern European man with a strong body and good facial features, calmly stepped aside. The familiar aura on his body that usually made people feel completely faded with the appearance of the person he came to pay homage to. What remained were the indelible features brought to him by the past memories. Although his body was a mortal, he stood there naturally. After all, the aura exuded made several primarchs feel like they had seen a hint of the demeanor of their familiar descendants, Astartes.

"Meow! (Shut up, Perturabo, don't make me scratch your arrogant face!)"

"Oh, 嗷 嘤. (Oh, but Flix is ​​my son, not yours, can you guess your punch now, can you fly his head? Oh, we all saw it just now. , Leon punches! Leon hits! But he’s a cat so nothing happens!)”

"Meow-ouch! (This is a party between our brothers, why did you ask him to come here?! This is against the rules!)"

"Wow. (You don't think that our claws and wings alone can rescue Mortarion safely from that prison.)"

"Mmmmmmm. (Then why don't you just ask Flix to go find that person to buy Mortarion or think of other more convenient ways?)

"Woof woof! (Do you think I haven't tried it!)"

"Meow?! (What's the result?!)"

"...Woofoooooooooooooooooo. (I still have some problems communicating with Flix on more complex content. He has also become a mortal, but we can already have some daily conversations!! Part 1 I asked him to bring a letter card before telling him to come here. The main reason is that our contact time is not long enough, we rarely have the opportunity to meet, and the time we can meet each time is too short.)"

At this point, Perturabo's tail drooped against his will. Obviously, there was a big problem with the language barrier. Although the brothers can communicate with each other, this cross-racial language ability is only limited to them. It is more like a kind of communication that can only be understood but cannot be expressed.

But only he now has an heir! Flix not only met him by chance but also remembered him! Perturabo's tail was raised proudly again.

Flix raised his eyes and stared at the black and white border collie sitting proudly among his brothers, feeling a sense of satisfaction and happiness from nowhere in his heart.

"Meow, meow, meow~meow! Meow, meow, meow! Meow, meow, meow - Mimi! (Okay! Stop flirting with your son! It makes my paws itch... We are gathering here today because we can no longer Let's just sit back and watch! Now that our search has revealed that Mortarion is imprisoned nearby and often abused by his owners, I can't stand our brother being treated like this!)"

The huge golden Maine Coon cat with gorgeous fur raised one paw and pointed majestically at the rough topographic map he had just drawn on the wet sandy ground with the tip of his paw. At the same time, very subconsciously but completely uncontrollably, he used the handles of his front paws to represent each character. Small rocks were pushed around.

"Uh-huh-huh-huh-! (To be honest, it's a bit troublesome. And our relationship is not that good, but for practical reasons I will say that I agree with your proposal.)"

The black and white border collie has a frown and a gloomy face, but its tail is still curled up honestly.

"Aww? Aww? Aww? (Practical? Didn't you frown and angrily tell me when you saw it last time that we should go and do it...)"

This is a neighbor of the black and white border collie, a yellow and white corgi with blue eyes. His tail is not docked, so his tail is also curled up, but he is obviously shorter when sitting next to the shepherd dog.

"Ugh! (Shut up!)"

"Uh-huh-huh-huh. (Yes, but you should still change your temper, my brother.)"

"It seems that you two chatted quite a lot when we were away. Isn't your relationship as bad as many of us think?"

The well-spoken local dialect comes from a black starling sitting on a tall loquat tree.

What, why don't you say it's a raven? The shape and size of a raven has no prospect of getting a free lunch in this city.

And if you are a smooth starling, you can go to the nearby elders who go out for a walk in the morning to get a very good breakfast of dried insects and grains, and then visit your brothers in the afternoon to get a dinner. .

There was also a red-bellied squirrel with fluffy fur sitting on a tree branch next to the myna. While listening to their speech, he took out various nuts and melon seeds from his cheek pouches to eat.

Because the pronunciation of the squirrel's vocal cords...it's not that it can't be said, but compared to his original voice, hmm. So Luojia rarely spoke and listened most of the time.

As he always did.