As the saying went, you had to love what you did. Lorgar, an old charlatan, genuinely enjoyed the feeling of teaching and educating others. He especially enjoyed it when he was driving a Titan and beating the Eldar knife-ears to a pulp.
Over the past two and a half years, Lorgar had mastered the Titan Training Method and was no longer limited to Titans as weapons of war. Any vehicle could serve as a teaching tool.
Of all the vehicles, though, Lorgar preferred the jeep Hogg had custom-built for him. It had been converted from a scrapped mining truck, stood a full thirteen meters tall, and came equipped with all kinds of mechanical arms for picking up junk.
Using this custom ride as a basis, Lorgar had devised a Jeep Training Method. In no time at all, he had trained the Alaitoc clan into iron-boned, steely-jawed Eldar men and women.
Whenever an Eldar squad entered the training ground, Lorgar taught each student according to their needs, using all kinds of inventive techniques: running them over with the jeep, stomping them with a Titan, the supersonic windmill, the Infernal Bliss Drop, and more. He transformed them from the ground up—physically.
He was just as thorough when it came to psychic training. After all, the Emperor was known as "Little Lorgar." Aside from the one-eyed Ogryn who got sunburned, Lorgar could certainly be called one of the most powerful psykers among the Primarchs. The Bearer of the Word was no joke.
Lorgar taught them his exclusive ten-character mantra, one phrase at a time: "Box-Batch Joy-Win; Create Filial Classic Absolute Clam." It greatly enriched the Alaitoc clan's mental state and ensured that they wouldn't be shouted down when facing someone in a one-on-one fight.
And that wasn't all. With Hogg, a biological Big