The Rise of the Wolf Tribe: Father's Love, Filial Piety (6)
As we all know, the hardest part of an RPG game is always the initial leveling stage.
Without a family fortune, you have to be extremely cautious in everything you do, and your ability to withstand risks is really too poor. Only when you have a lot of money will you say something as ridiculous as renting out your idle properties to collect rent.
This event is briefly recorded in Holy Terra. The Imperium of Man, which broke out of the Solar System, took only a little over a century to conquer most of the galaxy, while the Unification Wars lasted a full 700 years.
Of course, the main reason for this is that the monsters and monsters on Terra are too overpowered; any one of them could be a mini-boss at the end of a level.
But if they hadn't built up their resources, then when the Imperium of Man faced Zadan, it might not have been just a matter of the Dark Angels inflicting heavy losses, but rather 16...
It's not as simple as just destroying a habitable sector.
What can you do in 30 years? The great Warmaster Horus might stroke his Gold Ring and launch into a long monologue, but for Mordred and Russ, who have completely let loose and are fully immersed in simulation management games, there are far too many things they can do in 30 years.
In just 30 years, thanks to the ultra-high production efficiency of intelligent machinery, the entire Klaa II was completely hollowed out, and more and more biochemical modification factories sprang up, spewing out powerful werewolves like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
Above the transformed starport, eight main warships bearing the Wolf Claw Mark hovered in the sky, along with countless other ships of various sizes.
The wolf pack has no shortage of weapons and ships, and has a sufficient reserve of personnel. This is all thanks to the two supreme sages. The Arch-Magos are both cunning and wise. They used their supreme wisdom to enlighten the wolf pack, gave them strong bodies, and led them onto the Glory Road.
The two sages were both wise and cunning, possessing exceptional literary and military talents. They bestowed upon them extraordinary wisdom, guiding the wolf pack to shed their savagery and learn the ways of Psychic Power.
Dodging the oncoming battle axe, the 3-meter-tall giant werewolf's eyes gleamed with ferocity. His greatsword danced up and down, forcing his opponent to retreat repeatedly. Then, a handful of sand was thrown into the air, aiming straight for his opponent's throat.
The outcome was decided, and endless cheers erupted from all around, with shouts of Goda's name being chanted.
With 88 wins in 88 battles, Goda, who fought the entire match, won the title of First Wolf and became the undisputed champion of the Legion during the glorious Makgora Ritual.
Gazing upon the two sages seated atop the Brass Throne, Goda stood tall and proud. Eighty-eight victories meant he could ascend eighty-eight steps and obtain the surname closest to that of the Great Sage from among the Arch-Magos.
In literature, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second. The wolf clan was once enslaved because of its cowardice, but now the wolf clan can only gain glory by proving itself through courage.
Seven clans have been established, and each clan leader is a racial powerhouse who has fought at least 80 matches in the Macragge. They are not ranked in any particular order, but their honors are of varying degrees.
Looking at the weak werewolf who had grown from being barely taller than himself to the now-grown Goda kneeling before him, Mordred's dog-like face showed satisfaction. He took out a red scarf symbolizing adulthood and offered his blessings.
"My child, I have watched you grow up day by day. Through 30 years of trials and tribulations, you have proven yourself with courage and wisdom."
The lush pastures are the direction of home. We are not slaves, nor are we pigs to be bullied. Brave Hero are fearless and have no regrets!
Only courage is the werewolf's eternal hymn! Only wisdom endures forever!
Today you come of age and become the Chieftain of the Wayne Clan. This is both an honor and a responsibility. You will become Warmaster! Lead the wolf pack to greatness, and never fail the expectations of any clan. Now raise your head and say your name.
"My name is Goda Wayne. Goodbye, my weakness!"
Thirty years had passed; even a dog would develop a bond over time. Looking at Goda, who had grown into a wolf, the two brothers exchanged a glance, both remembering the effort they had put into raising the boy, punch and kick, over the years.
Goda lived up to expectations, successfully passing the written test with his essay "My Two Wise Teachers," and went on to win 88 consecutive duels to claim the Chieftain.
To celebrate the birth of the last Chieftain and to celebrate Goda's ascension to the Warmaster Position, a grand banquet was held in this foreign land of Klaa II.
It was no longer that unpalatable pig feed, nor was it feed made from the corpses of its own kind. It was real food, meat, fresh mutton just transported from the capital of the Sheep Empire.
But good times are always short-lived, and the real challenge is about to begin. However, Mordred believes that victory will surely belong to the wolves.
Upon receiving signals from Mordred and Russ, Mei Yangyang, Long Prepared, did not hesitate and immediately cut off all communication connections with the surrounding world.
"Father, if you cannot make the empire great again, if you cannot even distinguish between loyalty and treachery, then let the empire Burning Fiercely!"
In the capital of this Sheep Empire, a rebellion is unfolding. Princess Mei Yangyang, the 16th Princess of the sheep Emperor, begins her struggle for justice!
Amidst the roar of cannons and the cries of the slaves, the once invincible Sheep Empire was instantly engulfed by the flames of war.
On the flagship named Eternal Empire, the sheep Emperor, who had been stabbed in the back, leaned against the corner of the wall, fragments of his internal organs gushing out of his mouth.
If those two crazy brothers, always eager for a good show, were there, they would surely exclaim that this was top-quality lamb offal! They would quickly start heating the oil in the wok.
But looking at the sheep-like Mei Yangyang before him, who no longer resembled a sheep and had sharp bone spurs growing from her back, resembling a Mei Yangyang, this powerful figure who unified the sheep race and led the empire on a distant expedition to the stars felt only sorrow.
"You killed my child."
"Who? You Old Ones, what nonsense are you spouting? Don't insult me with your nonsensical words. You betrayed us brothers and sisters; you never intended for us to live."
"Father, I really love you so much. I've already given in time and time again, and even thought about being a carefree Princess, but why are you so unfair?"
The sheep Emperor remained silent, staring intently into the eyes of his children, into the Daemon behind those emerald pupils.
Why did you kill my child?
"What are you talking about? I didn't kill a single one of my brothers or sisters! I just want my rights, I don't want to be treated like a slave."
In a daze, Mei Yangyang thought she heard a soft chuckle. She finally realized that her father hadn't been speaking to her, but what was it?
"It's selfishness. Don't be fooled by him. He's trying to gain your sympathy. He's even too cowardly to face death."
Mother, for the future of the empire, and for our great cause, quickly raise the warhammer against him!
A voice echoed in his ear, without any urging, but it was his true thoughts, the boundless Fealty of his offspring.
The warhammer Gao Yang, and a golden bell rolled to its feet. "Father, he says we can go!"