The person on the throne is a real giant. His hair is messy and covers his face, with a few rough braids mixed in. He is wearing a robe commonly worn by residents of extremely cold places. He is sitting on a chair without etiquette.
On the throne, one leg was put on the table, and the other was dangling. Two terrifying giant wolves were crawling next to the throne, wagging their tails, occasionally yawning, revealing their sharp dagger-like teeth, and moving towards the bonfire.
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"call--"
The giant gasped, looked at the clean bowl, and then lazily handed it aside. A werewolf with white hair held a huge wine can and poured wine into the giant's bowl without spilling a drop.
After filling it up, the giant drank a third of it in one gulp, then burped and laughed nervously.
"Haha...hahaha."
Seeing that the giant ignored him and the visitor was not annoyed, he chuckled lightly and then said:
"Leman Russ, have you had enough?"
Leman Russ, the Lord of the Sixth Legion and the original body of the Space Wolves, opened his sleepy drunken eyes and tilted his head, as if he wanted to go around the bonfire to see the man.
"Who are you? If you dare to call me by my name, I should put you on the fire!"
Leman Russ spoke with a guttural voice, giving his Gothic some comical howls and growls, like a beast trying to speak.
The woman in mourning clothes was not annoyed, she just continued to say in that cold and calm tone:
"I can understand your knowing questions. You don't even need to know who I am. You just need to know that you owe me a debt and you should pay it back now."
Leman Russ opened his eyes, raised his other arm, waved it and shouted:
"I don't owe you, or anyone else, no! No!"
With his violent movements, a lot of the wine in the bowl spilled on him and on the throne. The woman in mourning clothes just watched the other person get angry quietly, until the wolf king gradually calmed down and drank the remaining bit in one gulp.
Then he slowly said:
"The moment you stabbed Bacchus into my husband's heart, you owed me an eternal blood debt, parricide."
The Lord of the Wild Wolf gritted his teeth and slammed the wine bowl on the ground, breaking it into countless pieces, and then gasped violently.
"Parricide? No one can threaten me like this! Letting you live is already a gift!"
"Then you can kill me."
"You think I don't dare!?"
Ruthzen stood up with a ferocious look on his face and protruding canine teeth. The light in the entire hall was dim for an instant, as if an invisible force lowered the burning bonfire by half a meter. It was only then that the "burning bonfire" could be clearly seen.
"The fuel" was many horned demon skulls, and the shadow cast by Russ on the wall began to grow, like a giant werewolf with a hunchback and panting, claws like scimitars, and the two giant wolves also stood up and turned into ferocious
He showed a fierce posture, bared his teeth, arched his back, and growled at the being who disrespected his master.
However, the other party never wavered at all, just like a piece of ice that lasted ten thousand years.
After the two sides faced off like this for a long time, the hall became bright again, and the bonfire was still crackling. Ruth's breathing gradually stabilized. He sat back on the throne, then stretched out his hand, and the white-haired werewolf beside him handed him a new bowl.
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"You can go, there is nothing to say between us."
But the other party still didn't move, and just said coldly:
"The Eldar Queen."
Ruth's arm stiffened for a moment when he just raised the wine bowl, and soon he drank the strange liquid in the bowl without moving his expression.
"She followed Soshyan to the Maelstrom, and the two may be separated for a while in the near future."
Ruth stretched out his hand to the side and asked:
"How do you know my location? Who told you?"
"nobody."
Ruth narrowed his eyes, suddenly realized something, bared his teeth and hissed:
"Witchcraft! You have actually come this far."
"Nothing to do with you."
"Then how do you know so much about that person? Your spy? Or someone you bribed?"
"No, and these have nothing to do with you."
"ha."
With a sneer, Ruth continued to drink, as if he didn't want to talk to him anymore. The woman in mourning clothes continued:
"Don't you want to kill her too?"
"This sentence is also for you. This has nothing to do with you."
"Then I want you, Leman Russ, to take your herd and kill her."
Ruth did not answer, but looked at the other party with interest while drinking.
"If you miss this opportunity, you may not find a second opportunity."
Leman Russ still didn't speak, and the two sides fell into silence again, leaving only the yawn of the wild wolf.
After a while, Leman Russ returned to his drunken posture and said slowly:
"Women's jealousy is really terrible."
Then he shook his head.
"I won't go."
The woman in mourning clothes seemed to fall into a brief thought, but soon she spoke:
"That person forbids you from attacking the Eldar Queen, right?"
Ruth turned around lazily, lying on the throne with his legs hanging in the air, his eyes looking at the ceiling, as if he didn't even bother to look at each other anymore.
"For your brother, you must kill her, otherwise he may never come back."
Hearing the word "brother", Leman Russ's brows became more gloomy and sad, and his eyes became hesitant. He kept looking around the ceiling, as if he was looking for some answer.
Realizing that she had shaken the Wolf King, the woman in mourning clothes continued to throw bombs.
"And he has now become the Phoenix King of the Eldar, and he also helped the Eldar find their lost fleet and Blackstone Fortress."
Hearing Blackstone Fortress, Leman Russ suddenly sat up straight again.
"What?"
"There is a second Blackstone Fortress in the Maelstrom. Now one of them has fallen into the hands of the Eldar. He has been fascinated by the Eldar woman."
Leman Russ frowned, but his eyes were not looking at the woman in mourning. Instead, he pursed his lips tightly and stared at the bonfire.
Seeing this, the woman in mourning knew that her goal had been achieved, so she turned around, walked toward the door, and left a few words.
"King of Wild Wolf, you must repay this debt."
When the transport plane left the flight deck, the woman in mourning stood behind the observation window, staring at the gradually shrinking giant ship, the Glorious Queen-class Herakfennir, the former flagship of the Space Wolves, floating in crazy colors.
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Suddenly, she heard a distant howl of a wolf. Even though it was almost an auditory hallucination, it made her soul tremble instinctively.
That bloody evening, the same wolf howl made her lose everything——
This is the call of hunting. The wolf king is summoning his wolves, preparing to start a bloody slaughter.
The woman in mourning turned around, and suddenly a withered and old black palm slipped out of her sleeve. Her palm was tightly clasped with it. The moment she turned it over, there was a tarot card in her hand. She lowered her head and looked at the card.
Above is a black death knight riding a hungry wolf, holding a battle ax and a spear in his hand. Death follows wherever he goes, leaving only bones on the ground, a horrific scene of devastation.
Under the black veil, the lips smeared with black lipstick evoked a slight smile——