Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The forest of Caliban seems to have never changed. The tall trees stand tall from the ground, and the canopy of the trees is like the entire sky, forever covering this unchanging forest.

If you want to classify Caliban, some people would say it is a primitive world because the residents here are backward in life. Some people would say it is a feudal world because it has knights and castles that are only found in the phone. Others would say it is here. It is a paradise world because it has an unpolluted natural environment.

But let me say that Caliban is definitely a world of death. The forests here are not only beautiful, but they can eat people. This is not an adjective, but a verb.

The raven flew through the air. It passed through the tall trees, flapped its wings to avoid the predators clinging to the trees, and landed on the tall treetops, looking at the herbivores below with its gray-blue eyes. , they grazed in the forest and rubbed each other's horns to show courtship and reproduction.

But suddenly, the deer that had lowered its head to eat grass raised its head. It chewed grass and looked towards the forest. There was a noise there. The deer were frightened. They turned around and ran away. The source of the noise came from the trees. A hunting jackal was saved from behind the bush. This kind of animal is between cats and canines and is a common and dangerous predator in the local area.

With claws like wolves, teeth like lions, fur like cheetahs, and heads more like jackals, these Caliban predators travel in packs to chase and round up their prey.

The raven stood on the tree, overlooking the pursuit scene below. The hunting jackals were running behind the deer, running quickly among the shrubs, vines and curved trees. Some of them caught up with the deer and captured them. Some of them threw themselves to the ground, while others had a clear division of labor and did not stop, but continued to pursue.

They chased after the fleeing deer, roaring continuously to intimidate the fleeing prey. The spotted deer jumped over the ditch in the forest and jumped over the wide tree vines.

But suddenly, the fallen leaves and weeds were suddenly lifted up on the ground below. A strong man grabbed a spear and stabbed it into the belly of the spotted deer from below. The animal screamed, and then was suddenly He fell to the ground over his shoulder.

It struggled with its hooves, but was stabbed to death by the hunter who suddenly appeared with a knife made of stone. He turned around suddenly, and the deer ran around him. The raven looked at him and headed towards the chasing hunters. The coming hunting jackal roared.

The man was very strong, tall and burly, but he had dirty blond hair. He was naked from the waist up, wearing only fur pants. He opened his mouth and let out a roar that was unmistakable from a beast.

The hunting jackals stopped. They bared their teeth and roared in front of the man, and the man also opened his mouth and roared at them. He had no teeth in his mouth, but he was not afraid at all. A hunting jackal pounced on him and bit him with his teeth. But the man suddenly grabbed its neck with his strong palms, slammed it to the ground, and then broke its neck.

The hunting jackal let out a cry and died. The rest were frightened. They hunched their backs but took a few steps back. The man pulled out the spear made of wood behind him, held it in his hand and roared angrily at them. The beasts retreated. They roared angrily and dragged their prey back into the forest.

The man exhaled and looked no different from those beasts. He turned around, grabbed the spear, pierced the body of the hunting jackal, put it on his shoulder with the spear, and then picked up the deer's body. Went into the woods.

The raven tilted its head and looked at him, then flapped its wings and flew down. It landed on the man's path and screamed at him. The blond man was startled. He hissed the teeth in his mouth and let out a series of roars.

"Don't be afraid of me, I'm your friend." The crow said suddenly. The man carrying the deer was startled, and it took him a while to speak. "Are you talking? I have never seen a bird talk."

"I've never seen people howl like wild beasts. They usually do the talking." The crow answered, and the man showed a puzzled expression, "Human? What is that?"

"You are human." It quacked, but its words were very clear, but they were different from those of men. What the latter said was actually more similar to the barking of animals, but they could understand each other.

"I'm not a human being," the man replied.

"What is that?" the crow cried, and the man showed an expression he had never seen before, as if this question was the most complicated in the world.

"What am I?"

"Yes, what are you?" The crow flapped its wings, "You are a human being, you are just like them, you are a human being, but you are not an ordinary human being."

The crow said, turning its beak to one side. The man was startled when he heard the sound of horse hooves and immediately hid behind the trees. He carried the prey, tightly grasped the spear in his hand, hissed and looked outside, and saw the people in the woods. On the path, there was a group of knights, riding on tall armored horses and themselves fully armed.

The leading knight was a young man, very handsome, holding a lance and looking around carefully. He looked at the man, who immediately hid until he looked away again.

"Who are you, just like them." The crow spoke again, and the man looked at the riders outside, tightening his teeth, "No, they are scary, armored beasts, like wolves, like manticores, made of iron The sword bites."

"But you are just like them. You look the same and sound the same." The crow chirped and continued to talk to the man. The rider below seemed to hear its words and looked alert. The man immediately lay down on the tree and took the prey. Pressed under him, he arched his back and roared like a clouded leopard.

"I seem to hear something." The young knight said, frowning and looking carefully, "Just now, was that a person? A forest spirit?"

"Do you believe the legend of those dirty villagers, Luther." Another rider riding behind said, but Luther still looked in the direction of the trees, squinting, "I must have seen something, it seems It's a child."

"Okay, there won't be anyone here. Let's go. We've been patrolling for long enough." The rider patted his shoulder and rode over with his gun raised. Luther was still not reassured and hesitated for a while. Follow up.

"You should go with them," the crow said, and the man hissed at it, "Quiet! They will find us and hunt us."

"No, you are human just like them. They will not hunt you. You should call him. You need a partner, a friend." The crow said seriously, and the man frowned, "Friend? Partner? What is that?"

"Someone you can trust, someone you can rely on," Crow answered.

"No, there is nothing you can trust in the woods, like a wolf, that will bite you."

"But there are them outside the forest. Follow them, call them, and tell them your name." The crow continued to say seriously, its wings opening and closing on both sides of its body. The man frowned and crawled away after seeing the knight go away. Standing up, holding on to the spear in his hand, "Name? What is that?"

"Your name, the meaning of your existence in this universe."

"I don't know what you are talking about, Crow, do you have a name?" The man asked, and Crow nodded, "I have many names, and so do you. Tell them your name, you need them."

"Why?"

"Because in this universe, lone wolves don't live long, quack! Run!" The crow suddenly shouted, flapped its wings and flew up. The man turned around in surprise and saw a bloody mouth rushing towards him.