Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Ragnar jumped down from the snowy hill, with the fur of the Fenris wolf waving behind him. He roared and thrust his spear into the back of an evil wolf. Blood spilled from the gray-black fur on the ground, and the beast also There was a scream.

The moment the wolf fell to the ground, Ragnar rolled up. He drew out his spear and thrust it out suddenly. The sharp spearhead struck the next wolf as he rolled. The monster screamed and swung its limbs. Ragnar drew his spear and stabbed him again just as blood spurted from his wound.

The wild wolf collapsed to the ground, while Ragnar Russ turned on the snow, grabbed the wooden spear with both fists, and hit a charging wild wolf on the head with a sap.

The wild wolf was knocked to the ground and fell into a big snow pit in the snow. Ragnar was not busy chasing but continued to fight with the rest of the wild wolves. He always remembered that his father had told him never to underestimate these beasts. They are better than humans. Understand better what unity and wisdom are.

On this snow-covered planet, wolves knew how to survive earlier than humans. They knew how to form a united tribe around the wolf king, and knew when to attack and retreat. It was the wolves that nurtured and raised Riemann. Ruth taught him the way of the wolves.

Leman Russ brought the tactics of the wolf pack into his legion, and thus they were dubbed the Space Wolves. They were as cunning, powerful and cruel as the wolves on Fenris.

Ragnar's father told the young Ragnar that he should try his best to avoid wolf hunters and avoid these natural hunters who taught Leman Russ to fight and survive, but if he encountered them, he should not have any fear. Because wolves smell your fear and they will take advantage of this, facing them calmly is the only way they have a chance.

The wolves quickly adjusted their posture. The wild wolves were crawling in all directions, constantly jumping and changing positions to look for opportunities. Their roaring fangs spit out bursts of hot air in their mouths, and frightening roars also came from between their teeth.

Ragnar held the spear and looked around at the wolves. A wild wolf attacked from behind him. The wolf propped up its front and jumped while it pounced on Ragnar's back.

Ragnar suddenly turned around and pierced the wolf's weak abdomen with a spear. The wolf fell to its side and howled, but its pain was quickly stopped by Ragnar. Ragnar pulled out the spear and pierced it directly. head.

Another wild wolf rushed up and bit Ragna. The latter swung his spear and hit it on the head, but it bit back. The wild wolf quickly bit the spear and dragged it, causing Ragna to fall. Genna is unable to move, and what a good hunter needs is this short opportunity.

The wild wolf of Fenris did not miss this opportunity. The brown-red furred wolf immediately pounced on Ragnar and bit him on the back of the neck with incomparable precision.

Ragnar turned his head to look at the charging wolf, but in the end it did not bite Ragna but was killed. Roman rushed up and stabbed the wolf in the side with his sword, knocking it away. go out.

The sword in his hand was not his own. The Wolf Priest took away all their things when they left the Wolf Fang Castle, but Roman didn't know where he found another sword, and this sword now played a vital role. effect.

Roman covered Ragnar's back, and in front of Ragnar, another boy rushed up and killed the wild wolf with a lumberjack's ax in the forest. Ragnar withdrew his spear and held the spear head tightly to face the next step. A wild wolf.

The surviving boys rushed forward, wielding axes and swords to drive away the wild wolves that surrounded them. Everyone gathered together to face the wolves with weapons in hand.

"Form a circle! Everyone obeys my order and gets closer!" Ragnar shouted, and everyone obeyed his order, even Roman. They all formed a circle back to back, with spears and swords and battle axes facing each other. Aim outside and aim at those grinning wolves.

The wild wolves roared and barked around them, spitting hot steam from their roaring fangs. The wild wolves rushed forward and were forced back by the waving weapons.

Roman swung his sword and scratched the eye of a wild wolf. The wolf rolled backwards and quickly threw away. He stood on the snow and took a step forward, swung his sword and slashed another wild wolf.

"Roman! Come back!" Ragnar shouted, but Roman did not hear his words. Instead, he waved his sword and took a few steps forward to leave the team. He turned around and killed a rushing wolf but ignored the lurking behind him. Another one closer.

The wolf ran across the snow and pounced on Roman. Ragnar cursed in Fenrisian dialect and strode forward. He punched the wolf in the head and knocked it away with strength beyond that of a boy of his age. Wild wolf, the monster hit the cedar wood and fell to the ground whining.

Ragnar swung his spear and thrust out to block another wolf. Roman saw Ragnar saving him. He nodded affirmatively to Ragnar and there was no more contempt in his eyes. He ran back with Ragnar. The team continues to defend back to back.

The wolves bared their teeth around them, but the tallest and strongest wolf stood among the wolves and looked at the boys. It let out a short wolf howl at the surrounding wolves, and then the wolves retreated.

Ragnar knew that wolves were very intelligent beasts. They were not mindless savage monsters. They knew that they should retreat when the attack was not worth the loss. This was why Ragnar pulled the boys to fight with all their strength.

Roman let out a long sigh of relief and dropped his sore arms. The boys also breathed a sigh of relief and spread out to find a place to rest. Ragnar watched them sit on the surrounding stones and trees, and here The snow was covered with hot blood.

"We don't have time to rest. The smell of blood will attract more powerful beasts. We have to move forward immediately."

"Have you found the way back to the Wolf Fang?" Roman said, touching the scratch on his arm. The wound hurt so much that he cursed, but he still endured the pain and walked to Ragnar. around.

Ragnar pointed to an open area not far away, which had a good view outside the forest. With Ragnar's many years of hunting experience, he knew that there could be a view of the surrounding wilderness, allowing them to roughly understand their position.

Roman nodded affirmatively. He pressed his wounds and took a breath. He was very cold. These boys were so cold that many of their skins turned purple from the cold. Although they were children of Fenris and grew up in Wearing only a pair of pants in the ice and snow, being almost naked and exposed to the cold wind can still freeze them half to death.

"Give me the sword." "What?" "Give me the sword to use."

Roman hesitantly handed the sword to Ragnar, who squatted down and turned over the body of a wild wolf, skillfully cut a hole along the abdomen, and after some cutting and pulling, peeled off its fur. Ragnar Namor silently threw it to Roman and started to deal with the next one.

He watched as Ragnar peeled off a fur cloak for everyone, and Roman nodded gratefully to Ragnar and draped it around his shoulders.

Soon everyone was wearing a wild wolf fur cloak. The boys now looked like a new wolf pack. They held weapons and approached Ragnar. Their eyes silently proved that they would Ragnar is considered the leader, like the alpha wolf of a pack.

But Ragnar seemed to be very indifferent to this. He walked towards the clearing outside the forest and said, "Follow me." The boys followed him.

Roman stood on the open ground with his sword in his hand, and heavy snow was flying around him. The blizzard submerged everything in the whiteness, and it seemed that he could not tell the direction at all. He looked at Ragna and said loudly, "What should we do now?"

"Go up high, where the view will be wider." Ragnar's voice shouted in the wind and snow, which became blurry under the influence of the wind, but a boy pointed at a shadow walking in the forest not far away. Shouted, "Someone!"

Ragnar and the boys both looked over. It was indeed a silhouette of a human being walking towards him. Ragnar looked at the tall and thin figure and said, "That is not a candidate."

"What?" Roman asked hesitantly, while Ragnar looked at the increasingly clear figure. His arms were very long, and the proportions of his limbs were completely wrong.

Suddenly Ragnar frowned and remembered the story his father had told him, "Stay away from him!"

The boy turned his head to look at Ragnar in surprise. His eyes were dull and he lowered his eyes to look at the blood pouring out of his neck. A sharp claw cut his throat.

The boy was caught and torn in half in front of everyone. The lanky shadow dragged the boy's disembowelled upper body into view.

The boys looked at the monster in horror. Even Roman pulled out his sword out of fear, and the fingers holding the sword hilt turned white. Ragna looked at the monster, and he remembered what his father had told him. Story, a folk legend.

A folk tale about a werewolf.

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