Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Each Space Marine chapter has its own ancient trial tradition. Each chapter will set up a variety of extremely dangerous and challenging trials to test the recruits, and the mortality rate is often very, very high.

Among a thousand recruit candidates, perhaps only one, the best, strongest and toughest person can join the battle group, and most of the rest will die in the process of the trial.

The Trial of Morkai is an ancient trial ritual of the Space Wolves Chapter, named after the two-headed giant wolf Morkai guarding the gate to the Death Realm in ancient Fenris legends.

Before a young Fenrisian warrior steps into the ranks of the Space Wolves, he must endure countless trials. These many trials will test the warrior's wisdom and strength. If he is injured, he will be put into a situation that is extremely dangerous for a mortal, and he must survive.

Those who fail the final trial are taken away by Morkai and forgotten forever. This trial is lengthy, as the warrior is taken thousands of miles away from Tusk Keep into the wastelands. He would drink the bitter brew of lycanthropy, and his body would absorb the Space Wolves' first and deadliest gene-seed, the unique wolf gene.

These candidates will be thrown into the wasteland to find their way back to Longtusk Fortress. In the process, the gene seeds will continue to transform their bodies.

Most of the bones were reshaped, and wolf teeth grew from the gums. When his body was destroyed with severe pain, the warrior must also overcome the darkness in his heart to avoid being completely controlled by it.

If he fails, he becomes one of the giant, savage creatures known as "werewolves," succumbed to the curse. Becoming a werewolf means that he has fallen from the altar and degenerated into a nocturnal creature that forever wanders the wilderness.

If the candidate makes it through the predator-infested blizzards of Asaheim and finds his way back to the Fang, he will be implanted with the rest of the Space Wolves' gene-seed to stabilize the wolfish genes to complete his journey. The road to sublimation.

The Chapter will warmly welcome them and welcome new brothers to join, while those candidates who have not completed the trial will be forgotten forever, whether they are buried in the ice field or become monsters that must be concealed by the Chapter.

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When Ragnar woke up he found himself in a snowfield, seemingly thrown out of the Fang while he was unconscious, as the Sky Warriors said it was part of the trials and he was thrown out of the fortress into On the snowfield, you then need to find your way back.

Ragnar was only wearing a pair of trousers, and his upper body was exposed to the cold wind and heavy snow. An ordinary person would quickly lose body temperature and freeze to death on the ice sheet, but Ragnar did not feel anything. He has not been afraid of the cold since he was a child and can stay alone in the snowfield for a long time.

His father is not afraid of the cold either. They will never suffer from frostbite, cold or cold in the ice field. It is as if there is a power in their blood originating from the world of ice and snow itself, making them strong and tough.

Ragnar searched for it on the ice field, and he soon used the experience he learned from hunting with his father to make weapons. He broke stones and polished them into stone blades, and then chopped down the trees on the ice field. Cut, sharpened into a spear, and armed in the blink of an eye.

Ragnar learned a lot from his father, not only making weapons, but also how to survive on the ice field. He understood this snow field as if he knew his own home. He grew up in the snow field and did not meet him until he was ten years old. His parents moved to the tribe together, and he lived on the snowy plains like the legendary Leman Russ.

He knows how to survive in the snowfields better than anyone on Fenris. He understands everything here and is as strong and unyielding as this snowfield.

My father always told himself that people of his own clan would not rely on anyone's charity. All they could rely on was themselves, just like the lone wolf on the snowy field, tough and tenacious.

Ragnar walked in the knee-deep snow, holding a spear and walking against the wind and snow. He knew that he had to find a high place. Only at a high place could he identify his position.

He walked like a lone wolf in the ice field. There was no one on the vast snow around him, only the endless white world and the lonely silence.

Ragnar was walking in a forest composed of cedar trees. The white canopy of the trees and the white snow on the ground blurred all sense of direction. The sun's rays were also completely blocked in the blizzard, making it impossible to discern the direction.

But losing the sense of direction is not the most dangerous thing. The most dangerous thing is the real hunters who are the tenacious hunters on the snowfield.

Ragnar discovered a moose lying upside down in the forest. The Holy Spirit had been disemboweled and fell into the snow. The blood dyed the surrounding ground red, making it extremely conspicuous.

Ragnar squatted in front of the moose carcass. He bent down and looked at the torn out intestines. Ragnar had long learned how to inspect and judge carcasses from his father, and he quickly figured out the cause of the moose's death.

He was killed by predators, and there were more than one. Its body was covered with scratches and bite marks, the bite marks of several beasts. Ragnar knew what kind of beast it was.

He was aware of the hostility around him, and pairs of malicious eyes were staring at him. The beasts were walking among the forest, their sharp forelimbs making crisp sounds on the snow, and the hungry roars coming from under their fangs.

Those wild beasts were looking at themselves, and gradually gathered around them. They must have smelled their scent from far away. They set traps here and waited for their prey to be caught. They were indeed a group of cunning hunters. .

But Ragnar would not panic, nor would he sit still and wait for death. He held the spear and continued walking in the forest. He pretended to ignore the figures walking among the surrounding trees, and pretended not to notice the neighing caused by hunger.

A hungry Fenris giant wolf gradually approached. The deadliest predator on the planet gradually approached. It cautiously crawled towards the young boy from the snow. It roared in a low voice with sharp fangs and locked its blood-red eyes. Ragnar's location.

Ragnar recalled in his mind the method his father had taught him, posing and holding the spear, waiting for an opportunity, waiting for an opportunity when the opponent's patience would be exhausted and a flaw would be exposed.

A gust of cold wind blew his hair, and there was a rustle in the cedar canopy. At the same time, the beast pounced on Ragnar.

Sharp fangs and sharp claws struck at the young man's back, but Ragnar turned around and thrust the spear into the wolf's belly, the only soft belly of the powerful beast.

Ragnar put his shoulder on the beast and threw it to the ground. He pulled out his spear and walked forward, stepped on the wolf's neck and stabbed it again. Blood spurted out from the place where the spear head hit, and at the same time, there was a wolf howl all around. Noise, those beasts are rushing towards you from all directions.

The young man pulled out his spear and turned around and stabbed another wild wolf. Just like his father taught him, he used all his strength on the spear head. The sharp spear tip pierced the wild wolf's head, and the powerful explosive force blew the wild wolf's head away. It was penetrated, and the spearhead came out from the back of his neck.

Ragnar let go of his spear, drew out his stone knife, and stabbed the charging wolf in the neck. He held the wolf's neck and struggled wildly while shaking his head. Ragnar tightly hugged the wolf's neck and controlled it. With his bloody mouth and deadly bite.

He took advantage of the situation and pulled out the stone knife and stabbed it into the throat. The wolf shuddered after howling. As Ragnar yanked, the wolf's neck was cut open, and blood splashed from the windpipe and fell to the snow. on the ground.

Ragnar's hands were wet with the hot blood. He looked at the hot blood on his hands and calmly walked aside. He pulled out the spear from the other wild wolf, and then returned to the bed with an expressionless expression. Beside the wild wolf with its throat cut.

He had helped his father handle the fur of prey many times in the past, and he knew how to quickly peel off its fur. He followed the slit at the throat and cut a slit along the wolf's belly, and then Ragnar grabbed it. While violently tearing off the wild wolf's fur.

The naked wolf lay on the snow, and Ragnar covered his body with its still-warm fur. Ragnar's upper body finally no longer had to be exposed to the cold wind.

Ragnar held the spear and continued walking deeper into the forest. He relied on years of intuition to know that he should go in this direction. The cold wind was blowing from behind, which meant that there must be a huge object in front of him to block the cold wind. .

He has to climb a high mountain to determine his position, and then he knows where to go, and if he is lucky, there may be a cave on the mountain that can provide a resting place. If it is not occupied by other beasts, kill Ragna if there is one. Got it and then went in again.

They said that his father died on the ice field while hunting, at least that's what Logan told himself. Ragnar didn't know how he died, but he knew that his father was an excellent hunter, warrior and fighter, so he must have died. He is very proud, and now he is probably drinking and bragging with his ancestors in the Hall of Valor.

Most of his clan members are dead, and there are not many of the Russ clan left. Ragnar has heard the legend that people say that Leman Russ comes from his own clan. His mother once told him not to brag about his surname and family name everywhere. Bloodline, she said there were many people vying for the bloodline of Ruth.

Ragnar didn't know why, nor how his people disappeared. His father never told him the reason, and over time he stopped asking.

"Ah!!!!" A scream came from the depths of the forest. Ragnar stopped and looked over there with his spear in his hand. "Father, get away! Get away from the beast!"

Ragnar leaned over and leaned over wearing a wolf skin. The wolf skin on his body moved on the snow, as if a wolf was lurking close to the target, and this also made his smell smell like a wild wolf that had not been attacked by those hungry people. of wolves discovered.

Ragnar leaned behind a cedar tree and looked at several recruit candidates who were surrounded by wolves in the snow. They obviously didn't know how to face the wolves. Soon some of them were killed and bitten by the wolves. Death.

Ragnar looked at their leader, Roman. The arrogant boy waved his sword to drive away the surrounding wolves, but the wild wolves just jumped back, and then moved quickly to look for opportunities to attack again.

The boy next to Roman swung his tomahawk and hit one of the wild wolves, but the wild wolf quickly dodged and bit his arm. The wild wolf dragged him to the ground, dragged him to the center of the snow, and was killed by several The wolf tore it into pieces, and its screams echoed through the forest.

Ragna watched Roman hesitate for a moment and then turned away. He walked in the snow and walked away, but after walking a few steps, he heard Roman's shout.

"All Father is on top! Leman Russ is on top! Save us!"

Ragnar stopped, his mind echoing the exact same words his father said to him before the Wolf Priest left.

"To be worthy of the name Ruth, you must be worthy of your ancestors."

Ragnar sighed, took hold of the spear, turned around and rushed in that direction. The son of the Wolf King rushed up the snowy slope at the speed of a Fenrisian wolf and jumped out. The wolves at the scene all raised their heads and looked at the wild beast. Ragnar rushed towards him like a wolf, he grabbed his spear and jumped down.

"All-Father! Hear my roar!"

His roar pierces the spear, and the thunderous tip stabs at the ferocious predator.

Today's post is a bit long, mainly because I don't want to use the chapter introducing Mokai's Trial Water, otherwise I'd be really sorry for everyone, so today it's a bit long if I add the popular science introduction. Fortunately, you have the patience to read what I write.