Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 175 The Boy from the Vulture Tribe

Fenris, a deep rift valley between the mountains of Asaheim, is called the Flint Valley by the locals.

Even at the best of times of the year, sunlight only reaches the Flint Valley for about an hour each day.

Across the valley rose a massive, blackened rocky peak, guarded by cairns and watchtowers.

The psykers and mutants who were ostracized by many tribes in Fenris fled here and formed a tribe of over a thousand people.

On the stone watchtower, the warriors of the Vulture Tribe heard a roar in the air and looked up.

They were horrified to see the metal monster in the air, flying closer and closer.

Whoosh whoosh!
The Vulture Tribe warriors operated crossbows and shot arrows at the metal monsters.

Dangdang Dangdang!
The arrow shot towards the gunboat, then bounced off and fell powerlessly to the ground.

The gunner scoffed and asked the Primarch's attendant for instructions on the communicator.

"Please give instructions on whether to destroy the Fenris tribe?"

"No! They are not a threat, ignore them."

As Nimrod's representative, Arsena thought more. Although the Vulture Tribe was rejected by the Fenris tribes, he did not want to cause any trouble.

In the Flint Valley, after receiving the message, psychics wearing animal skins and holding bone staffs rushed out howling and rushed towards the landing metal monster.

"attack!"

The Vulture Tribe leader, wearing a wolf-head mask, shouted in Wogan.

Lightning streaked across the sky, and flames illuminated the chasm...

Arsene walked down the deck and faced the Vulture Tribe's chaotic attack.

He showed no fear, holding the psychic staff high in his left hand.

The Strong Brain Cat's eyes turned blue and a light flashed.

The silver-haired psychic immediately felt something different from his previous use, and waves of ether surged around him.

He swung his staff forward, and the ground burst into flames. A towering wall of fire rose up, protecting the three gunboats inside.

The wall of fire, more than ten meters high, burned fiercely. The torrent of flames made the attacks of the Vulture Tribe psychics look like sparks, dwarfing them.

Boom boom boom!
The explosion resounded throughout the valley, and all psychic attacks were blocked by the "Fire Shield".

Arsena stretched out his right hand and pushed it forward. Telekinesis swept out and turned into big hands, strangling the throat of the Firestone tribe psyker.

He lifted up again, and hundreds of psychics were lifted into the air.

[Strong Brain Cat has greatly enhanced my psychic power, but this is not my limit yet.]
The Shadows of Order couldn't help but sigh when they saw the Primarch's attendant was alone and subdued hundreds of psykers.

[There is indeed a reason why Arsène Dunn was chosen by the Gene-Father as the Primarch's attendant.]
"Select the Vulture Boys and bring back those who are qualified."

"Yes."

Three Order Shadows rushed into the valley with twenty-three attendants.

A mutant on all fours, running like a wolf, with a short leg growing out of each of his thighs' knees, howled like a wolf and rushed towards the black-armored warrior.

The Order Shadow raised his gun and shot at the mutant.

The explosive bullet pierced the yellow eyeball and the mutant was blown into a pile of debris.

The servants strode into the simple whalebone house, pulled out boys under ten years old, and drove crystal probes into their necks.

The crystal probe flickered with varying degrees of brightness.

One of them was a boy with blond hair and shining blue eyes. The psychic probe on his neck flashed a dazzling light, attracting everyone's attention.

A member of the Honor Guard from the 9th Regiment strode up to the boy.

He picked up the boy and injected spiritual energy into him.

The boy's long golden hair fluttered in the wind, and his abundant spiritual power lifted his body and made him float.

The Shadow of Order withdrew his hand and nodded slightly.

"It's a good seedling."

The blond-haired, blue-eyed boy and other Fenrisians of the Vulture Tribe who passed the test were taken back to the Shadow of the King.

Afterwards, Arsene immediately rushed to the tomb of the former king.

Almagrim's Gol, the northernmost peak of Asaheim, was the site of the Primarch's aides' study of the Fenrisian runes inscribed within the tomb.

With his cheeks covered with scars, Yolin trudged through the wind and snow, relying on scratches to identify the tracks and follow the traces left by the Thunder Wolf.

Hunting during the long winter is not easy for the hunters of Fenris.

After a while, the traces of the creatures would be covered by the wind and snow.

Only experienced hunters can rely on their experience to judge where traces may remain. Feces mixed with undigested bone fragments, dense clumps of foul-smelling hair...

Yolin is the most experienced hunter, only the Wolf King surpasses him in this respect.

Yolin had found two thunder wolves, but they were only about three meters long and could not help him win.

[I must capture a four-meter-long thunder wolf to ensure my victory.

I hope this end is over four meters long.]
Yolin stumbled forward in the deep snow, his knees sinking deep into it, and every time he kicked up, it sent up clouds of snow foam.

His dark, cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp, with the fierce look of a hunter seeing his prey.

[It's nearly four and a half meters long. I'm definitely going to win!]
As Yolin found his target and began to subdue the Thunder Wolf, Sanchez strode forward in the snow, sniffing the strange smell in the air.

Compared to Yolin, the "hunter" had it much easier. He had already found three thunder wolves that were over four meters long and summarized the patterns of their residual smells.

[The sour and smelly smell secreted by the anal glands of the thunder wolf is significantly different from that of other creatures, and the larger the thunder wolf, the stronger the smell.

The scent has a half-life of approximately seventy-two hours, and the one that leaves the strongest scent is definitely the largest Thunder Wolf.]
The higher you go along the mountain road, the colder the wind of Fenris becomes.

The strong wind, which was wrapped in ice crystals, hit the Reaper Lord.

Trekking on the icy road, Sanchez, who has a superhuman physique, felt his body heavy.

When he climbed halfway up the mountain, a deep, dark cave came into his sight.

[Such a strong sour smell, there is more than one Thunder Wolf.

Thunder Wolf's lair?
By the way, catch a few Thunder Wolves and give them to the brothers.]
The Reaper Lord thought of this and conveyed his thoughts to his Strong Brain Cat through the mind link.

Like Sanchez, Strong Brain Cat walked to the front of the crevice with the pace of a hunter, his dark eyes fixed on the deep Thunder Wolf's lair.

Sanchez stepped into the cave alone, and his eyes were immediately attracted by a huge thunder wolf.

[About six meters long, it should be the largest thunder wolf.]
The seven adult thunder wolves simultaneously looked at the "hunter" who had intruded into their territory. The wolf cubs lying on the ground tried their best to widen their yellow eyes and stared at Sanchez fiercely.

The Fenris Wolves are the overlords of Asaheim, and no hunter dares to enter their lairs.

The wolves howled at the same time, and the sound of their howls echoed throughout the cave.

The Reaper Lord did not draw his sword. He faced the wolves, rushed forward, swung his huge fist, and hit a thunder wolf in the abdomen.

The gray-furred thunder wolf was knocked away by a punch and hit the stone wall heavily.

After being promoted to "Provocateur", Sanchez has slightly improved his strength, reaction, speed and agility.

He shuttled through the pack of thunder wolves, dodging their attacks with ease and sending them flying with punches.

The Thunder Wolf rushed towards the "provocateur" again and again, but was knocked away again and again, crashing into the icy stone wall.

After dozens of times, a thunder wolf with a scar on its eyelid caused by a Fenrisian knife finally turned around and ran out of the cave.

As it ran to the cave entrance, a picture suddenly appeared in its mind: Fenris people jumped out from behind the rocks and slashed its face with a knife.

……

Three days later, outside the Wolf King's meeting hall.

Leman Russ looked at Jorin, who rode a four-and-a-half-meter-long thunder wolf into the camp, and nodded with satisfaction.

Many Fenrisians shouted excitedly at the top of their lungs, gathered around Jorin and praised him loudly.

"Yorlin, the great hunter!"

"Yorin, the warrior who conquered the Thunder Wolf!"

"..."

Amidst everyone's praises, the Wolf King suddenly frowned and looked towards the camp entrance.

He saw Nimrod's son, Sanchez, riding on the back of a six-meter-long thunder wolf.

There were six thunder wolves following it, two of which were even more than five meters long.

Yolin, riding on the back of the Thunder Wolf, noticed Leman Russ's expression. He followed his gaze and was suddenly startled.

Yolin gave a bitter smile, and the frost on his face became more and more obvious.

"I lost."

The Fenrisians turned their heads and looked incredulous as they saw the approaching giant wolf.

The Wolf King suddenly laughed out loud, "Sanchez, you are an excellent hunter, but there are still two games left, and the hunters of Fenris will definitely win."

Leman Russ said this as he strode into the crowd and clapped his hands on the shoulders of the pale-faced Yorin who was jumping on the ground.

"Old man, I believe you will win. Cheer up."

(End of this chapter)