Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

The fields are covered with silver snow, and thousands of miles away, there is a chill of death. The brilliant white light reached inside and outside the city, and the heaven and earth merged into one color.

The sound of horse hoofbeats, two horses galloping back and forth, caused the ice and snow to fly.

The man in front was clad in fur, his clothes were simple, and his expression was as calm as ever. He held the reins with one hand and fixed his dagger-like eyes on the Paladin City in the sky. With his majestic appearance and stern light, he is obviously a warrior galloping across the wilderness.

Then, on the black horse, sat a strange man who was not afraid of the snow wind. He was dressed in a thin black robe, with his hands wrapped in layers of black belts. They were retracted into each other's sleeves, not holding the dangling hand at all. The reins, with the fast horse, lead him to gallop. The thick leather hood on his head held down his messy hair, and his expression was difficult to distinguish from a distance through the snowy curtain.

The pair of riders came from nowhere and were galloping all the way, but now they were riding fast in the deserted snowfield outside the city on the edge of Prince Paladin's territory.

In the long falling snow, the roots of the fallen arrows were still like golden grass, rustling into the layers of thick snow, leaving only the standing tail feathers, swaying in the rustling wind.

When the horse got closer, the color of gold and iron gradually appeared under the mark left by the hoof.

The man in black reined in his horse, jumped down, and landed lightly on the snow. His steps were lazy and slow, as if he had no strength, but his steps did not leave any trace, as if a breeze was blowing through the snow.

He took off a black pot from his waist and poured it into the snow. A handful of salt leaked from the mouth of the pot and fell on the thick snow.

"You need to make some tea," the man in black smiled slightly and said in the local Horqin language. With a movement of his hand, the black pot instantly disappeared into the void.

"Why bother?"

The first person dismounted, not afraid that the divine horse would turn around and run away. He strode up to the man in black, looked at each other and kicked the toe of his boot into the snow. In an instant, a heavy body was hooked out. The heavily armored corpse rolled around in the snow for two rounds before finally stopping.

The man in black leaned over and looked around without saying a word.

The warrior stretched out his right hand, pointed down with his index finger, and said with contempt: "Paladin Guards."

The man in black was still smiling slightly, and even though the color did not change, he still had a ruthless smile. Combined with his ability to enter the snow with only one piece of clothing, it made people feel a slight chill. Just catching up with the tall and strong warrior beside him weakened the cold air by one level.

"Thirty-three arrows were struck in the body. Hard armor cannot withstand it, and military discipline cannot stop it. The iron and stone phalanx of the Manchu Army encountered your sharp arrows, but they suffered the catastrophe they deserved."

Without waiting for the soldier to reply, the man in black stopped looking at him, straightened up, and said with a smile: "But is it because of your sweating profusely, Qin Xia?"

"That's natural," the man named Qin Xia said seriously, "With the martial arts of the Great Khan, what's the difficulty in removing a mere Paladin army?"

"He is more than 16 feet tall, with eyes like cold stars, looking forward to flying? Although he started from a young age, floating like duckweeds, he is like a strong wind, and in just a few years, he has gradually become a big trend, soaring in the sky as proudly as an eagle? "The man in black said with a smile.

Qin Xia turned his hand and pulled out a dragon-tailed sword from his waist, pointing it straight at the man in black, with the blade touching his chest three inches. The cold wind picked up the falling snow and hit the bright silver blade. The evil spirit contained in the knife was exposed by the ice wind.

"Since you come from outside the sky, how can you know so much about it?"

The man in black's expression didn't change at all, and he didn't even wrinkle his brows. He somehow flashed his body and was immediately behind Qin Xia. When Qin Xia turned around, the man in black had retreated ten steps away, waving with a smile.

"I am here just for the Great Khan. Have you never thought that the Great Khan is gifted and extraordinary? Could it be that he was born and raised by a prairie tribe? He has no origin, no biological child. parents?"

Qin Xia snorted coldly, but put the knife that was pretending to be drawn back into the sheath with a cry: "Is this unknown person talking nonsense about what we sweat?"

"Yes, I am indeed a nobody."

The man in black touched his palm and smiled, without retorting. He moved his hand behind his back and took out a black leather wine bag from the wind and snow, and held it loosely in his hand.

"But it is this unknown person from outside the world who knows the secret of the origin of your sweat, and the important thing that his biological father wants to entrust to him. Now, barely separated by a layer of heavy snow, I can see him. The great Khan’s ability makes him understand how much he deserves.”

Mentioning this matter, the man in black seemed to recall some past situations, with a strange expression on his face. He seemed happy but not happy, seemed unhappy but not sad. After a moment, Fang continued: "Of course, he has to decide everything by himself. If he expresses his refusal, it would be natural for me to leave Chogoris."

After a long while, Qin Xia said slowly: "The Great Khan is leading troops in the city of Ulster Khan. When the Great Khan returns from victory, I will introduce you to him. I know that you are not the person who should be here. I hope there are no lies in your words, otherwise we will never forgive you."

"Yes." The man in black glanced at him, looked behind him with a smile, and took out two white jade cups with silver threads between his four fingers. The cup body was clear, with a faint ray of sky light showing through it. It was extraordinary.

He called the horse over and asked the horse to shield him from the wind and snow. He leaned back against the horse's belly, half standing and half leaning lazily, completely out of shape.

Although this horse is not a fierce horse and has always had a docile temper, it is really rare to see it follow the wishes of the man in black so steadily.

The man in black slowly tipped the wine bag towards the mouth of the cup, and the novel wine, as fresh as red blood, fell straight into the jade cup in a line, as sweet and clear as blood and wine.

One glass was filled, then the second.

He raised his glass and said with a smile: "For today's business, I should give you fine wine as a reward. I don't know what kind of fine wine this coincidence Gaulis is used to tasting. I will only drink two glasses of blood wine from my friend's hometown with you to express my respect. ”

After that, he flicked his hand, and a white jade cup flew steadily through the air without spilling any wine. Qin Xia stretched out his arms to take it and drank it all in one gulp without looking at it.

"Not bad." He said loudly, a smile finally appeared on his face, "It's a pity that the jade cup is too small to hold the contents of this cup."

"I only brought this jug of good wine and a set of jade cups. If there is another opportunity in the future, it will not be too late to drink as much as I want. Today, I have to ask you to make do with it."

The flying snow danced and fell into the blood cup. The snowflakes floated for a moment and then melted away one after another.

The man in black suppressed his smile, and he and the soldier were drinking one cup at a time in the heavy snow, almost threatening to drink up all the blood wine.

"Your Excellency, would you like to tell me more about Khan's story and plans?" the man in black said leisurely.

Qin Xia stopped what he was doing, snorted coldly, and said, "You have known about Chogoris for a long time. Since you want to show that you don't know anything about it, I will tell you too."

"Chogoris obeys the control of the princes and nobles Paladin. They have the whole world in their claws. With their heavily armored troops, they capture tribesmen to be their slaves. What's more, just for the sake of For pleasure, they come to hunt and kill ordinary people! Thanks to them, there are hundreds of fighting and killings every month, and countless lives are lost every day, and those who are captured are not included in the situation... The evil is evident.”

"Until our Great Khan came to the world, it was like a gift from an eagle. His sharp eyes foresaw the war on the grassland, and he led the tribe of King Khan (ong khan) to conquer all directions step by step. Waiting for him to avenge his father's death. The hatred and hatred wiped out every one of the Hulaye tribe, so the Great Khan prioritized uniting the grasslands and won every battle, which lasted for ten spring and autumn periods. "

"A few days ago, the Great Khan took the head of Paladin's son and threw him into the camp of those insects and wineskins. He also wiped out a Paladin army, forcing the old Paladin to run away like a wild dog that had lost its home. , huddled in the capital, not daring to come out at all!"

At this point, the warrior took a sip of strong wine and exhaled a thin white mist from the tip of his nose.

"Prince Paladin has been causing trouble to Gauris for a long time, and he should have been wiped out long ago! Now the Great Khan wants to attack a small city under Paladin's command. Sooner or later, the men of Dalkan will cut off Paladin's head and wear it in a golden tent. Top!"

"Good!" the man in black cheered, holding up the cup and looking at the blood wine in the cup, "If we talk about the heroes of Gaolis, Khan can be the best."

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard across the plains, chasing the snow and wind, and suddenly came into view, without stopping, straight into the snow-covered battlefield.

The two of them turned their heads and looked at each other at the same time.

"The Khan of the Chaga Tent." The man in black said softly, half-smiling.

Before he finished speaking, the high-headed horse, as gray as a blue cloud, had already rushed within ten feet like a strong wind. This horse is extraordinary. Compared with ordinary sacred horses, it is more than half taller. It can be said that it is a giant among horses, which is very rare.

The person on the horse is even more extraordinary, with bright eyebrows and a blazing look, his face is carved by wind and thunder, and a streak of lightning is embedded in his forehead to show respect for the storm of heaven and earth.

He was wearing a frost-white battle suit, a red wind cloak, a pair of black satin boots, and a white tiger sword. On that extremely tall figure, the colorful blood splattered on his face and robes was particularly noticeable, making it even more cold and biting. It was Fang who came down from the battlefield without even a moment's delay.

"Great Khan!" Qin Xia shouted, "This man claims to be the messenger of the Human Emperor and wants to take you to the Heaven of Eternal Life!"

"What are you talking about?" the man in black scolded, "I'm here to ask if you have the idea of ​​​​stepping on the stars and pointing your sword at the sky. How come you want to take you to the underworld?"

The Khan reined his horse in front of the two men and did not dismount. The horse's hoofs gently pushed the snow on the ground. When the snow was pushed away, the two of them discovered that the iron hoofs were stepping on the chest of a corpse.

The man in black didn't seem to notice the half-exposed withered bones, and raised his glass and praised: "What a snowfield, sweat! Have you guys had such good snow in consecutive years?"

Khan looked at him with a sarcastic smile on his face. "Whenever it snows heavily for days and horses find it difficult to ride, it is a day of respite for the vendettas to take a break and for each camp to sharpen their swords. The grievances are unresolved and the princes are unjust. How can there be a good word of snow?"

"The sky and the earth are pale, the stars and the moon are spinning, who cares about the people who are destroying the walls and clearing the fields? The falling snow is vast, covering the green blood in one color, eliminating the hustle and bustle of the city. If it weren't for this heavy snow, how could I be here drinking and having fun, waiting for you to come? I have to be covered with snow all over the ground The stench of blood spreads beyond the eighty-mile road! Isn’t this a good snow?”

The Khan let out a long cry, like a howling wind blowing over you, "You are like a snow-dropping wine who cannot bear to drink. When you are drunk, all your worries are gone. How could you know that the war is going on and your mind is unsettled? How can you bear the frost and snow and bitterness?"

The man in black smiled more and more: "This is what you said yourself, Khan, the billions of worlds in the Milky Way are in constant smoke, and the endless war continues. If you are willing to recognize that there is still sky outside that day, then before the Milky Way is calmed down, you I’m afraid I won’t be able to rest.”

Falling into the trap of language, the Khan was not annoyed. Instead, he turned over and dismounted, causing his armor to clang.

He patted the horse's neck and threaded his fingers through its mane. The green-gray divine horse neighed and turned around.

The Khan let the horse go and let it gallop freely towards the snowy fields, saying: "The sky is so vast, how can the human power be exhausted?"

"It is for this reason that there is a reason to drink and sing. If you want to conquer Yunei for the Human Emperor, you must learn to take pleasure from the world on your own early on."

"You are interesting, the Human Emperor's envoy." Khan finally showed a real smile, "Do you drink to forget your worries?"

"No." The man in black said, "Drinking is not necessarily the only way to forget your worries, and drinking is not necessarily the only way to forget your worries."

He shook the wine bag, listened to the empty sound in the bag, and continued: "For example, I drank today because blood wine is hard to find, and its taste is so mellow that I really can't resist it."

"You like to drink."

"I like drinking this bottle of wine."

"Qin Xia, how do you like this wine?"

"Too bland!"

Khan laughed loudly, and his words were even more at ease and cordial: "I want to try this light wine. How about pouring me a glass?"

The man in black took out another white jade cup, hung it in the air, and said, "Nothing. You came late, and the pot of wine has been drunk."

"Then why did you get the cup?"

"Of course I have a lighter wine." The man in black said, raising his glass to the air.

The snow falls like sleet and keeps falling.

Not long after, a cup of white snow filled the jade cup.

Khan concentrated on staring at the cup, as if he had something extra on his mind.

Qin Xia sensed the mystery between the envoy and the Khan. Normally the Khan was willing to listen to his advice, but this time was different and Qin Xia remained silent.

The snowy wind moved, lifting the jade cup from the palm of the man in black, and flew leisurely to the Khan's chest.

"I have finished drinking the wine, and I have nothing else to give to you, so I will give you a cup of snow to solidify the friendship between you and me. Can you accept it, Chagatai Khan?" the man in black said with a smile.

Khan said: "I just got off the battlefield and I have no intention of drinking for the time being. Why don't you come back another day so that you can make some preparations in the tent."

The man in black sighed: "Time waits for me, and the weather is withering. If you and I get together another day, this snow will have to melt into a cup of pure water. If it loses its season, it will lose its value."

Khan laughed: "Then let's have a cup of snow!"

He took the cup, held the small cup, and flicked it with one finger. The white jade cup played like a clanging iron harp, echoing through the wind and snow.

Dahan held the cup and thought about it, making a gesture to drink. The cup did not touch his lips. Suddenly, a pair of cold eyes glanced at him: "What if I insist on refusing?"

The man in black pointed upward: "God bless you."

Chagatai Khan's expression hardened, then softened, and laughed loudly: "Drink, drink!"