Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Heller's Pass, at the entrance to Hades' rotten house.

Early the next morning after escaping.

Hades stood at the door, thinking about how to open the topic without being misunderstood.

Otherwise, given Mortarion's strange character, if you say the wrong thing, he will hold a grudge for ten years.

This reminded Hades of his former grudge leader. The big brother's mind was so clear that he could hear Hades scolding him when he said "The printer is out of paper."

Why are other time travelers just fighting monsters and leveling up, but when they come to him, they just have to chat?

There is no way, people under the eaves have to bow their heads.

Hades’ small chat class is about to start~

He knew that Mortarion must want to talk about something now. He just needed to ask a few simple questions and let the other person talk to himself.

"Will those lords come down?"

"They will...Those bastards, they live their pathetic lives relying on their so-called authority."

"And now, the cattle from the bottom, the trash in their eyes has trampled on their faces, and they will not just give up."

Mortarion gritted his teeth. It looked like he wanted to pick up a knife and chop off the heads of those lords right now.

"Are you going to face them alone?"

"..."

"The anger of being oppressed burns in the heart of every slave..."

"...If you give me time, I will arouse the anger of resistance in everyone's heart, overthrow these tyrants, and victory belongs to mankind."

Hades shrugged;

"You'll have time."

But...when you finally face your adoptive father, time is running out.

"Not necessarily," Mortarion stared closely at the other side of the mountain. "My adoptive father may very well come here for revenge, but I'm not sure. He is very cunning and will not act rashly."

In fact, if Mortarion's alien adoptive father Nak'rai really chooses to take revenge immediately, then this small village will be instantly bombarded with highly saturated artillery and reduced to rubbish.

Mortarion knew his adoptive father. He never took risks. When he fought with other lords, unless he chose to tease Mortarion and throw Mortarion on the battlefield, in most cases In this case, Nacre will first use saturation bombardment to hit the opponent, and then use witchcraft to drive a large number of puppets to consume the opponent.

He never goes into battle easily, even though Nacre is the most powerful wizard on the planet.

"Then you are waiting for him now. Are you afraid that he will come and attack the village?"

"……right."

"I'm waiting for his revenge. It's me who betrayed him, not you."

"If he wants to seek revenge, he should come to me, not you."

Uh... Is there a possibility? Hades is ashamed. As slaves who are about to be harvested, we also blew up his truck and ran away.

"But we escaped too?"

Mortarion glanced down at Hades again.

There is no way, Mortarion is too tall and Hades is too short.

"He doesn't care about those at the bottom..."

But it's possible he massacred the villagers in front of him just to thwart Mortarion.

Maybe he should leave here.

But what if after he leaves, his adoptive father attacks the village again?

.

Hades looked at each other speechlessly, feeling that he was being ridiculed. Indeed, as a human being, would you remember how many buns you have eaten?

Of course, he knew that Mortarion's concerns were legitimate. If he hadn't read the script, he would have been afraid of the lords coming.

But no.

It's actually very suspicious here, as if Mortarion was deliberately allowed to experience human life, not to mention that in the original book, it was the psyker Typhon who rescued Mortarion.

In fact... all of this is probably...

Stop it!

Hades stopped the car forcibly and couldn't think any further. He didn't want to be noticed.

Let's end the topic. It looks like Mortarion will have to stand here for a few days, and Hades is not ready to persuade this man.

"Um... the bandage on my left arm, was it you who helped me rebandage it, or was it Typhon?"

"I, your left arm is suppurating. If you don't bandage it, it will probably be amputated."

"Ah, thank you, haha."

"Don't be so serious. Now that you have escaped, let's celebrate with a good meal tonight!"

Hades originally wanted to be patted on the back by his best friend and increase his favorability, but then he sadly realized that his height was only around his waist.

And I am a seven-year-old kid.

md, you are tall, you are amazing!

I want to grow taller!

Hades secretly thought that he would grow to two meters tall and then undergo an Astartes operation to reach a height of three meters.

But to be honest, Mortarion is also among the top three tallest among the original bodies. Even if Hades can reach three meters tall, in Mortarion's eyes, he is still a dwarf.

Is this the cruel reality of Warhammer?

Hades was a little embarrassed and controlled the hand that subconsciously wanted to clap, and rubbed his hands awkwardly,

"Then I'll leave first. I'll get some food. You can continue to be vigilant."

When he came back, he saw a fresh horse corpse lying in the field. It was probably that the Pale Laughter ran out after attacking the stable.

It looked like it was just dead at the time, so I left it overnight and cut it easily, and it was still edible!

Trigger the farming and cooking passive!

If you go late, you will be gone, Hades thought, and after saying a simple goodbye to Mortarion, he took the dagger and ran away.

Mortarion stood there, staring at Hades's back in a daze.

What does "thank you" mean?

Also, why do you care so much about eating?

He smelled really good that night.

Hades looked at the two people eating horse meat skewers by the fire and said where are they now? If the seasonings were more complete, he could show off his ultimate cooking skills!

Typhon had been circling around him since he started putting on strings to light the fire. After he answered "Are you really giving it to me?" at least a dozen times, the eldest brother finally stopped spinning and sat down on Hadi. Next to Si, he stared at him grilling skewers motionlessly.

Well, it's a bit like the big golden retriever that Hades once raised. Every time Hades cooked, he would wagging his tail crazily and circle around him.

Mortarion, who was standing at the door, had already lost his composure after smelling the aroma of barbecue, but he still stood firm. He is a warrior, he is a weapon, and he must be ready at all times.

Then he was killed by Hades

"It has just entered the evening. If the lords want to attack, they usually do it in the early morning. Why not eat something now to save your energy."

I was persuaded to go back.

Right choice, Mortarion thought silently as he took another bunch.

He never knew that eating was such an interesting thing. In the past, most of what he ate was the corpses of his enemies. Sometimes, his adoptive father would throw him some hard and moldy bread.

However, when he tasted the grilled skewers, which were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, Mortarion finally understood why Hades was so concerned about "eating".

I have to find a way to get Hades to cook more in the future.

After eating the fifty-second very delicious meat skewer, Mortarion confirmed his idea.

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As for Hades?

He looked across at Mortarion, who was eating silently and with gleaming eyes, and couldn't help but sigh,

Brother, eat less. You have already eaten most of the horse's body.

Speaking of which, can a creature like the original body really be full?

For a long time in the future, Hades remained confused about the answer to this question.

But now...of course...

Grab it quickly! If you don’t grab the skewers, you’ll be eaten!

At the end of the meal, Hades stared at Mortarion with dazzling eyes.

"Mortarion, will you lead us in an uprising? I feel like you can do this."

Compared with the later period when the Primarchs began to become deified, the early descriptions of the Primarchs mostly depict the very human side of the Primarchs.

In fact, except for the male protagonist, the other characters are very serious, really.