Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 168 The Beginning of Integration and Change

Days passed by.

The secret conversation between father and son in the big tent was like a stone sinking into the bottom of a lake. It only made a little waves at the beginning and then fell silent.

Calvin also continued to maintain the family life with Mu during the hunt.

Material conditions are improving, and interpersonal relationships are also quietly changing.

Since the return from that hunt, word of Calvin had spread cryptically through the tribe.

They all knew directly or indirectly about the record of this white-haired boy:
In the coldest season of the cold season, a kraken was hunted alone from the snowy forest and sea, and it was dragged back intact surrounded by a group of beasts.

Such behavior is somewhat legendary by any standard.

After this battle, both adults and youths in the tribe re-understand the significance of Calvin's existence.

The women of the tribe are talking about Mu's luck, and the male-dominated hunters and warriors will also exchange glasses on the wine table, talking about how the woman named Mu picked up a white stalk in the snow. The pups are back...

The initial mistrust and suspicion faded over time.

On the basis of the proven ability, the invitations from the hunter squads seem to be justified.

Mu was extremely pleased with this change.

She was not happy about the change in her status, but simply hoped that if one day she was gone, this tribe would have a reason to stay with Calvin...

Calvin, who saw all this in his eyes, did not refuse, he just joined one of them after careful consideration:
It was the team of Joe, the daughter of the previous tribal leader.

The team was small, less than ten people including Calvin.Except for Joe, the remaining members of the team were elites from other hunting teams.

Experienced but generally less than middle-aged, as well as the steel knives and arrows made of pure metal carried by all of them, all show the strength of this team.

Of course, such an elite team was not formed spontaneously, but was due to Joe's identity.

The leader of the tribe, Old Lucas, was not good at force. The biggest reason why he was able to take over the burden from the previous leader was that the bowl of water was level enough.

Known for his fairness all his life, he has won the trust of the warriors of the tribe, and it is really not a big deal to give resources to his daughter's safety.

Calvin's joining is also the inspiration of the tribal leader. His powerful martial arts are the last guarantee for Joe's personal safety.

Joe is of course opposed, but it is only a symbolic resistance.

Calvin didn't care, after all, women's memories are always unexpectedly long in some details.

From his point of view, this is completely understandable:
This is due to their physiological structure, and it is also their basic need for a stable environment and corresponding emotions as the bearers of the responsibility for the continuation of the race...

The initial run-in was not smooth. After all, with such a proud guy like Joe, there was no way for everyone to have the same tacit understanding as before.

But fortunately, Calvin's individual quality made up for these gaps.

The Assassin's craft comes in handy here:

Whether it is the tracking of prey in a complex environment, or the violent attack and killing of a single large target, Calvin's training experience in the Iverson Temple has allowed him to give full play to the killing effect of his physical fitness.

A piece of iron, a piece of rope, a dagger, or a short arrow can become a deadly weapon in his hands.

The members of the team were even a little scared. They were afraid of Calvin's obviously mature martial arts and the hidden logic behind it.

Although cultural education is not enough to understand the meaning of it, they still instinctively appreciate the anti-human tyranny that belongs to the essence of human assassination after years of fighting with wild beasts.

Calvin also noticed this situation, and he didn't want to know.

The team members who remained silent after the hunt looked too ugly, obviously shocked by his killing intent.

In the following days, he gradually reduced the display of the Iverson Assassin's martial arts, and began to use other martial arts that belonged to legionnaires in his memory.

The absolute upper limit of these skills is not low, but under the cover of the use of conventional weapons, it seems not as extreme as the skills of the Assassin Court.

In the following days, Calvin spent most of his time hunting with this team.

The team's personnel are stable and of average quality, and most importantly, they can be trusted.

Calvin was also happy to carry his prey on such a long mountain road alone after getting rid of the basic food and clothing problems.

Under Joe's forgetfulness, the members of the team gradually accepted Calvin's existence.

Under the cultural background of the nomads, they naturally admired Calvin's power and the skills condensed in him.And the strong personal charm possessed by Calvin himself is also the reason why they are attracted.

So without Joe as an obstacle, these young fighters couldn't wait to surround him, asking him about those amazing skills and the philosophy behind them...

In addition to hunting life, occasionally he would go out alone in the mountains and disappear for a few days.But under the guarantee of his strength, no one cares about his whereabouts.

As the cold season draws to a close, the royal courts of the tribe also migrated along with the hunting grounds.

The resident where the ancestral court was located also returned to the calm of the past, only the wild animals that accidentally intruded, and fled in a hurry after smelling the dense "human smell" here.

In the deserted royal city, only the high tower left by the angels from the high sky, like the guard of the gods, existed here from ancient times.

In the underground warehouse in the central tower of the Royal Court, Calvin sat at the dining table, slowly chewing the tasteless nutritious porridge in his mouth.

As the Order of Ominous Omens is getting closer to shutting down, they have gradually given up their rule here without the need for manpower.

In order to maintain a long-term existence, the aircraft soldiers and defense agencies stationed here have fallen into a long-term dormancy.

In the empty tower, only Calvin appeared in the passage leading to the storage area.

Calvin's goal is very clear, which is the material that Constantine left for him here.

Among them, the special food that belongs to the Astartes is the most precious, and it is also a precious resource that he cannot obtain locally.

The diet of the tribe is too primitive, and he must return here regularly if he wants to ensure the normal development of internal organs.

Although the tasteless nutritious porridge was unpalatable, the bone-strengthening pottery steel powder and other trace elements that stimulate the growth of superhuman organs are the substances he must ingest.

It had been half a year since Constantine left, and Calvin was already the height of a grown man over six feet tall.

The further growth of the body is a welcome progress, which further unlocks many skills that Calvin could not perform before.

But unfortunately, the use of psychic power is still not enough.

In the previous time, Calvin tried more than once to restore his connection with the soul core.

Under the shackles of the power of time and space, the cosmic defense mechanism of this time segment is extremely stubborn.

With a thin but powerful force, it firmly binds Calvin's soul, preventing him from using this power to interfere with the development of any local things.

Every time he tries, he is fighting against the constraints of time and space.

And every time he was about to succeed, he stopped in time before touching his own soul.

It's not that he can't do it, but he instinctively has a premonition that as long as he forcibly uses psionic energy, the time he stays here will be greatly shortened.

And activating his soul to awaken the entire spiritual energy means that he will completely end this time travel here.

This simple choice is obviously not in his latest plan.

Putting aside the initial panic and helplessness, after meeting Konstantin, he has been keenly aware of the preciousness of this unexpected trip.

To be able to go back to the past, and actually understand and change the direction of some things, in the eyes of many people, this is a rare opportunity?

Such an opportunity is now before Calvin's eyes.If he just went back home so easily, it would really be a waste of this rare opportunity.

What God does not take, is to be blamed.

Calvin, who recognized the status quo, was no longer eager to return, but chose to be patient and try to change the status quo here.

He hopes to use his strength to make an attempt to make a layout across time with the help of the Omen Order at this point in time.

In that tower, he had a long discussion with Constantine.

The latter accepted Calvin's plan and set out to return to Terra to bring Calvin the resources he desired.

Calvin waited here quietly, while trying to slowly change the people here, he was also waiting for Constantine's return.

This may be an unexpected trip.

But it does not prevent him from taking advantage of the trend and making long-term plans earlier.

He hopes to solve the waste of resources caused by the shutdown of the Order of Ominous Omens, and then take advantage of the situation to solve the seemingly unsolvable and doomsday war situation in the Orpheus sector.

After finishing today's quota nutritious meal, Calvin casually put down the tin box in his hand and walked outside.

Under the control of the highest authority, the thinker servo in the tower silently opened all the doors along the way for him, and then quietly closed them one by one after he left.

The tribe's 15-year recruiting conference for warriors is now in full swing.

It was a festival for the whole tribe, and it was also the opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time.

As long as he wins this recruitment selection, he will be able to obtain more rights with the approval of more people.

A few tents, a few warriors, dozens of mounts, and even a tribe of hundreds of people.

These rewards are placed there waiting for him to obtain, and the people here are also waiting for his arrival. Under his leadership, they have walked out of the barbaric and ignorant era hundreds of years in advance.

The cold wind outside the tower is still howling, but the last charm of the goddess of winter is still there.

Under the blowing wind and snow all over the sky, Calvin's figure was getting smaller and smaller on the white wasteland...

clang!
With the dirty sword in the hands of Mars, the son of the tribal leader (a hand and a half sword, that is, the length of the sword body is one and a half hands. Because it is neither a one-handed sword nor a two-handed sword, it is called a dirty sword because of its specifications.) Fei, this battle witnessed by the leaders of the tribal alliance has also come to an end.

Calvin held the sword in one hand with a calm expression.It's as if the person who just cut Mars into the face-to-face is not him.

But the facts are the facts, the expressions of the silent herdsmen around and the dignified expressions of the leaders on the high platform are the true proof.

This is in line with Calvin's expectations and is part of his plan.

In the primitive and savage tribal culture, whoever is in charge of violence has everything.

This is Calvin's plan, to defeat the opponents along the way as much as possible in a thunderous manner, so that the people watching the battle can understand his martial skills and strength to the greatest extent.

Power is violence, and violence is power.

This is the unchanging truth that people of this era have gone through the test of iron and blood.

It is also the reason for the most primitive birth of rights under the background of this era.

Under such violent suppression, Calvin did not need to pin his hopes on a ruler on a high platform, but he was enough to use his own prestige to pull up a group of people.

Of course, he didn't want to go to that point either.

The leaders on the high platform remained silent.

Their gazes were subtly focused on the old Lucas who was right of the center and kept silent all the time.

And the old man didn't give them a chance to watch the excitement.He immediately stood up and took the lead in confirming the legitimacy of Calvin's victory against the background of his eldest son's defeat.

The people on the sidelines cheered happily, but they didn't know the details and background.

Their hustle and bustle sounded from the audience to the stage. Against the background of distorted voices, everyone looked at Lucas with weird eyes.

The chief of the Stormrage tribe in the wasteland next door was the first to stand up.

The voice from his burly body in the fur of the Kraken was so rich that it was too loud to ask the old man, making the leader next to him frown.

"Old man, are you confused? Or do you not want your son to take over?"

In fact, he also understands that in such an occasion, the result so easily obtained is extremely difficult to deny.

But after all, if the matter falls on his head, it is really hard to say whether he can admit defeat so simply...

"if not?"

Under the strange atmosphere, old Lucas picked up the teacup on the table unhurriedly, and took a sip of the steaming tea.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, he responded to the chief of Stormrage:

"Otherwise? Deny the result of this sacred contest? Then, against the suspicion of the entire tribe, hand over the right to a trash who can't keep it, just because he is my son?"

This saliva didn't seem to be enough to moisten his throat, he took another sip of hot water and said:
"Then make the whole tribe uneasy? Then give you a chance to snatch my hunting grounds and annex my tribe?"

"Fart! Don't even think about it!"

The old man put the water glass on the table.The friendly disguise finally faded away, and the dangerous eyes of an old wolf patrolled the neighbors around:

"Eternal life is in the sky! Even if I am buried in the ground, it is impossible for you bastards to take advantage of it!"...

Under the delicate attitude of everyone, the celebration and selection of the tribe finally came to an end.

And Calvin himself, accompanied by the leaders, raised the Sulu ingot, which symbolized his own authority and bravery, under the stone pillar symbolizing the longevity (emperor).

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(End of this chapter)