At the entrance of Hades's rotten house in Heller's Pass.
The next morning after escaping.
Hades stood at the door, thinking about how to open the topic without being misunderstood.
Otherwise, with Mortarion's strange personality, if you say something wrong, he will hold a grudge for ten years.
This reminded Hades of his former resentful leader. This leader's train of thought was so strange that even when he said "The printer is out of paper," one could tell that Hades was scolding him.
Why is it that other time travelers are all fighting monsters and leveling up, but when it comes to him, he has to figure out how to chat
There is no way, when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
Hades's chat class is now open~
He knew that Mortarion must want to talk about something now, so he just needed to ask a few simple questions and then let the other party talk to himself.
"Will those lords come down?"
"They will... those bastards, they live their pathetic lives on their so-called authority."
"And now, the livestock from the bottom, the trash in their eyes, trampled on their faces, and they will not let it go."
Mortarion gritted his teeth, and it looked like he wanted to pick up a knife and chop off the heads of those lords right now.
"You plan to face them alone?"
"… "
"The rage of oppression burns in the heart of every slave..."
"… If I am given time, I will arouse the anger of resistance in everyone's heart, overthrow these tyrants, and victory belongs to mankind."
Hades shrugged.
"You'll have time."
But... when you finally face your adoptive father, time is running out.
"Not necessarily." Mortarion stared at the other side of the mountain. "My foster father may come here to seek revenge, but I am not sure. He is very cunning and will not act rashly."
In fact, if Mortarion's alien adoptive father Nakre really chose to take revenge immediately, then this small village would be instantly reduced to rubble by the highly saturated artillery bombardment.
Mortarion knew his adoptive father well, and he never took risks. When he fought with other lords, unless he chose to tease Mortarion and throw Mortarion onto the battlefield, in most cases, Nakre would first attack the opponent with saturation bombardment, and then use witchcraft to drive a large number of puppets to consume the opponent.
He never went into battle alone, even though Knuckles was the most powerful wizard on the planet.
"So you are waiting for him now. Are you afraid that he will come and attack the village?"
"… right."
"I am waiting for his revenge. It was me who betrayed him, not you."
"If he wants revenge, he should come to me, not you."
Uh... Is there a possibility that Hades would be ashamed and we, as slaves to be harvested, would blow up his truck and run away
“But we ran away too?”
Mortarion glanced down at Hades again.
There's no way, Mortarion is too tall and Hades is too short.
"He won't care about the bottom..."
But he is likely to slaughter these villagers in front of him just to tease Mortarion.
Maybe he should leave here.
But what if his adoptive father attacks the village again after he leaves
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Hades looked at the other person speechlessly, feeling that he was being mocked. Indeed, as a human being, do you remember how many buns you have eaten
Of course he knew that Mortarion's concerns were justified. If he had not read the script, he would also be afraid that the lords would attack him.
But it didn’t.
This is actually very suspicious, as if Mortarion was deliberately made to experience human life, not to mention that in the original book, it was the psyker Typhon who rescued Mortarion.
In fact... All of this is probably...
Stop!
Let's end the topic. It looks like Mortarion will have to stand here for a few days, and Hades is not prepared to persuade this guy.
"Um... Did you re-bandage my left arm, or did Typhon?"
"My, your left arm is festering. If it's not bandaged, it will most likely have to be amputated."
"Ah, thank you, haha."
"Don't be so serious. Now that we've escaped, let's celebrate with a good meal tonight!"
Hades wanted to pat his brother on the back and improve his favorability, but then he sadly realized that his height was only as high as the other person's waist.
And I am just a seven-year-old kid.
MD, you are tall, you are amazing!
I want to grow taller!
Hades thought secretly, I will grow to two meters one, and then have an Astartes operation to reach a height of three meters.
But to be honest, Mortarion is ranked among the top three in height among the Primarchs. Even if Hades is three meters tall, he is still a dwarf in Mortarion's eyes.
Is this the harsh reality of Warhammer
Hades was a little embarrassed and controlled his hands that he subconsciously wanted to clap, and rubbed his hands awkwardly.
"Then I'll go first. I'll go get something to eat. You stay on guard."
On his way back, he saw a fresh horse carcass lying in the field, probably the one that the Pale Laugher had run away from after attacking the stable.
It looked like it had just died. After leaving it overnight, you could just cut it and eat it!
Trigger the passive ability of farming and cooking!
It would be gone if we go too late, Hades thought, and after saying a simple goodbye to Mortarion, he ran away with the dagger in his hand.
Mortarion stood there, staring at Hades' back in a daze.
What does "thank you" mean
Also, why do we care so much about eating
He smelled really good that night.
Hades looked at the two people eating horse meat skewers by the fire and said, "This is just the beginning! If the seasoning is more complete, he can show his ultimate cooking skills!"
Ever since he started to thread the skewers and make a fire, Typhon had been circling around him. After he answered "Are you really going to give it to me?" at least a dozen times, the big brother finally stopped circling and sat down next to Hades, staring at him grilling the skewers without moving.
Well, it's a bit like the big golden retriever that Hades once had. Every time Hades cooked, it would wag its tail like crazy and circle around him.
Mortarion, who was standing at the door, had already lost his composure after smelling the aroma of barbecue, but he still stood firm and did not move. He was a warrior, he was a weapon, and he had to be prepared at all times.
Then Hades
"It's just evening now. If the lords want to attack, they usually do so in the early morning. Why not eat something now to conserve your energy?"
Persuaded him to go back.
Right choice, Mortarion took another bunch and thought silently.
He never knew eating was such an interesting thing. In the past, most of what he ate were the corpses of the enemies he killed. Sometimes, his adoptive father would throw him some hard and moldy bread.
However, when he tasted the crispy, tender and fragrant skewers, Mortarion finally understood why Hades was so concerned about "eating".
I'll have to find a way to get Hades to cook more often in the future.
After eating the fifty-second delicious skewer, Mortarion became more determined.
.
As for Hades
He now looked at Mortarion, whose eyes were glowing and who was silently eating, and could not help but sigh,
Big brother, eat less. You have already eaten half a horse's body.
By the way, can a creature like the Primarch really eat its fill
For a long time afterwards, Hades remained puzzled about the answer to this question.
But now... Of course...
Hurry up and grab some! If you don’t grab them now, they will be eaten up!
At the end of the meal, Hades stared at Mortarion with sharp eyes.
"Mortarion, lead us in the uprising? I feel you can do it."
Compared to the later Primarchs who began to be deified, the early Primarchs were mostly described in terms of their very human side.
In fact, except for the male protagonist, other characters are very serious, really.
(End of this chapter)