Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 248 Malt, Hagrid, Missy

"Caves made of metal? You humans are so timid that you need to use those things to protect yourself from being killed by nature?"

————— Titanium Alliance Army, Kroot

The gigantic and majestic castle is comparable to the holy mountain on Terra. It is thousands of meters large like a metal monster, a giant dragon, crawling on the wild land, far beyond the coldness of the ordinary world, and it is also a regular visitor with a bad personality. For some Skadi people who are still alive in this era, such a place can be called home.

The metal mountains are continuous, comparable to any wonders in nature, whether it is cold or hot, and the many evils behind it, such as volcanic eruptions, hurricanes, blizzards, and earthquakes, do not matter to this iron dragon.

However, no matter how huge and terrifying the building or natural features will eventually touch the ground as its foundation, the many open spaces around the castle are also one of the few places where the Skadi people can touch the sad nature of this world.

However, due to the cold, harsh climate, dry land or lack of air, even heavily armed soldiers can only wear thick winter clothes and move slowly on the scarred ground of Skadi.

In such a harsh place, there is an old man with his head bowed, wearing only undyed, poor-quality cotton clothes, and the heavy chains on his feet have left deep marks on the ground. However, in the place he cultivates, the light green plants are already as big as a person's calf. It's usually too high.

And he, the old man, is obviously taller than others, with gray hair and wrinkled face, but at this moment he is dragging a load that looks like an adult's weight, wielding a terrible hoe, feeling that he can chop off the head of a mortal anytime, anywhere , let those who offend him die.

It's hard to imagine this soldier who used to gallop on the battlefield, and he wiped the sweat off his forehead, the baggy, temporarily woven cloth couldn't cover the black carapace spots on his body, and the hostility of war never completely faded away .

It's just that the warm light of the star was focused by the translucent white greenhouse, and when the temperature shone on the shimmering crops, the veteran finally exhaled.

This piece of land that the Lord of Skadi has high hopes for is full of hope for new life. The thousand-acre field cultivated by the interstellar warriors is still growing vigorously with only one person. One day, it will bear fruit and those special crops will grow Become a treasure that saves countless people in the empire.

Whether the person who once killed can bear this responsibility, the complicated public opinion and pressure are suppressed by the Lord of Skadi, but even so, the place where this criminal is located has become a forbidden place, although Hagrid is satisfied with sleeping with the vegetation, But when he used the soft soil as his bed and enjoyed the rare inactivity, the roar of guns and the sound of engine servos came out of his ears.

Space warriors don't fear, and the feeling that makes Hagrid unable to sleep is not fear. It is his brothers' accusation against the surviving fighters, and it is also the punishment given to this person by the Chaos Gods. Under the protection of the Lord, in the light of the star torch, and in the material world of the real universe, those feelings are still clear, even to the point of being crazy enough for mortals.

This is why Hagrid chose to take care of the plants. At this moment, he buried his face in the field, as if dead, the smell of plants, soil, roots, and the touch of tiny insects entrenched on his unconscious skin, No one seemed to know anymore that this huge, old warrior was still alive in this world.

He is dead, and he is already a dead soul. Only the soil and rest can make him comfortable, and his only purpose in life is to cultivate more life, and regard it as his salvation and comfort.

The silent air flows slowly here, without the hustle and bustle of living things, it is as if it is dead here, only the leaves collide with each other under the air flow, the faint, almost invisible salsa sound, which means that the world is no longer the same The dead silence of the void.

But the silence seemed destined to be broken. After the sound of hurried footsteps, the unguarded greenhouse was opened, and the voice of a girl shouted like a silver bell. "Plant, what kind of plant is this?"

The maid at the back added with a trembling voice. "This is the greenhouse of Lord Alan Bair, the wheat should be planted here, Duchess Arya! Don't run away!"

Arya, who was wearing heavy clothes, only felt that it was extremely warm here. She was inexplicably excited, which belonged to the creature's love for plants. Those things that had been suppressed for decades saw crops for the first time today. Although it was a farmland, it made Ellie Ya, a sensible child, frolicked like a beast.

She frolicked forward along the reclaimed road. The little girl in Panlan had never seen a plant in her life. For her, there were legions of wheat and little green creatures that had never been seen in her life. past things.

She ran a few steps, ignoring the maid's call, and felt hot again, threw away all the thick dresses, and scattered them one by one on the field path provided for people to walk.

The maid shouted fearfully and angrily, "Duke! Duke Arya! There are monsters here!" and hurriedly took away those dusty and priceless clothes. For Arya, she only wore a thin top , the red skin enjoys the wind brought by the running, and it is still a bit cold, but it is by no means uncomfortable.

She looked at the wheat, the green ears of wheat had already lifted her head, and she couldn't help but think, it would be a pity if they were baked into bread. According to the book, they must be golden and beautiful.

And Arya was tired. She sat on the side of the dirt road, panting and exhaling cold air like white mist. She lowered her head and looked at the ears of wheat in the field, reaching out her hand curiously to touch the plant.

"Don't move!" A heavy voice came, and Arya withdrew her hands like an electric shock. She looked sideways at the old man lying on the ground, probably because of the shrunken body of the old space warrior. This smart child didn't recognize his identity at once. , just asking.

"Old man, why are you sleeping here, on the bed?"

Hagrid said nothing, just looked at the light of the stars, as if thinking that the boy would be gone soon, like those who were afraid of him.

Arya continued to ask. "Did you plant all the fields here? Can you teach me! I want Pan Lan to be as beautiful as this place."

"Old man, can't you speak? Wheat is green, right? I thought it was golden."

Hagrid was overly annoyed at the moment, so he could only ask helplessly. "Have you never seen a plant?"

"Does it count in the book?" Arya replied.

"Forget it, it's a good thing you haven't been to Catachan, otherwise you wouldn't love these little scoundrels so much, you know, they will die if they don't take care of them, they are very delicate, even if So you're going to plant them too?" It was rare for Hagrid to say so many words, the last time he had this conversation was with the Lord of Skadi, and thinking about it, it's been two months now, and it's even been a long time.

"Ah...then leave it to my father, he is amazing. Secondly, these plants can create air, can't they? My hometown needs to import air, and my father has a headache because of the cost of this aspect. If the beautiful here Plants help us have a good atmosphere, and I have the right to take care of them."

Arya articulated that simple vision. She knew that many times things were so simple, and her usual maturity made many people forget that she was not very old.

"Too naive, those wheat are soldiers, you need to train, tune, cultivate them, wait for them to mature, leave you, exert their own effect, become a new crop, or dissipate into flour, I don't think you can serve .” Hagrid said harshly.

"Then let me be your soldier too, and I won't leave until I learn the results." Arya replied seriously.

Hagrid wanted to say something more, but the maid quickly chased after her. The young girl with pockmarked face had never stepped out of Pan Lan in her life. She was very worried and timid, even afraid of those wheats, afraid that they would Made Arya sick.

And when she yelled. "Duke, go back!"

Arya just said. "Go back? Compared with this, look at my new friend!" She pointed at Hagrid with her palm, and the maid moved forward curiously, but when the former space warrior stood up, his huge body, the black carapace on his arm, The countless wounds and the muddy look on his cheeks made this timid mortal's eyes wide open and his speech slurred.

Countless rumors and gossips crept into the poor man's head, and she thought of many rumors, and then cried out. "God, the Emperor... the Emperor!" She turned her head quickly, as if her shins could run past a Space Marine.

Running away, this is the world Hagrid knew. He suddenly turned his head to look at Arya, as if afraid that this girl would be so ugly after seeing him clearly, but Arya just stroked the black spot on his thick arm. The wound left by the sage of the Mechanic Cult, said worriedly.

"A power axe? I saw my father use it. The wound doesn't heal easily. You were wearing good armor then?"

"Yes, it's very good..." Hagrid showed a trace of loneliness, and Arya immediately comforted him. "Ah, I'm sorry, I can understand, a good armor is like a family member, but I understand after seeing this wound, that person has already left..."

Hagrid said in a complicated way at the moment. "What about your... clothes?" He changed the subject and asked again. "If you don't have clothes, mortals will be frozen to death walking through the courtyard to the gate. Stay with me overnight..."

"I have a wooden house, and that suit of armor is also in the house. I can save a place for you and make a bed for you with a quilt, but I hope your delicate body can support my quilt."

Arya smiled. "Really, but I was not born a nobleman. When I enjoyed the floor and beatings in the slums, I was far from knowing the feeling of bedding and bed, books or study."

"Let's go, old man, I want to learn your technique, so that any soil can produce malt!"

Hagrid's old cheek touched, and he moved forward slowly. The wound he had been hit by the black machine sage no longer hurts. He is now very fortunate to know the Sun Lord, no, it is the Lord of Skadi, yes Alan Baier is also his adventure.

When the person who did not have a good death was dragged to the wooden house, they made the bedding and beds, and Arya occupied the position on the second floor by the window where she could observe the sunrise, and Hagrid served the child with the best food. , and introduced to her the honor and credit of his Terminator armor for protecting the empire.

He still concealed a lot of words that he once fell into chaos, but it will never fade, and the paint painted with blood will not hide from the girl's sharp eyes, but Arya just pretended not to know, and praised this Honors done by veterans.

She politely didn't say a word about the old man's past, just enjoyed the fun of meeting friends and was ready to accept more wisdom, and when the maid hurriedly found Alan Baier, the Lord of Skadi who was eating a sandwich was killed by the woman He patted the table and shouted.

"Master Alan Baier! The captive monster in your greenhouse has kidnapped my lady!"

Alan Baier was slow to eat the sandwich for a moment, and then burst out laughing. "Pfft... that boy Arya?"

"Her? Taken? Thank God, Emperor, that girl is not easy to deal with. At last something attracts her attention!"

The maid scolded dissatisfied. "My lord, don't be joking. That gigantic, hideous, inhuman monster once served traitors, as he devoured our lovely Lady Arya alive..."

Alan Baier said. "He's just a veteran without a spine, and after his brother left and the war was lost, he couldn't eat anything alive again."

"I understand your fear, but trust me, your lady is fine."

The maid was persuaded a little. "Yes...then, then I want to ask you to bring the clothes and related daily necessities. The way I offended him today may have frightened him...it made him hate it, and I'm still afraid..."

"Pan Lan is my friend, I will go, this is also to ensure the safety of my first Duchess of Skadi, don't worry, I have saved more than a few imperial people." Alan Bayer comforted the maid, this time The lady blushed for a moment, and was sent out by the gentle Skadi Lord, and returned to the room in a dull manner.

When he returned to the office, Alan Bayer twitched his nose and muttered. "What is that little guy doing..."

Arya woke up early the next day, even earlier than Hagrid, or she hadn't had a good night's sleep, and when the Space Marine felt his first restful sleep today after the war, he saw The eye-catching little girl held a paint bucket, and used rough iron sheets and blue paint to paint the Terminator armor in the warehouse.

Although it is still rough, it is not beautiful, and it can even be said to be filthy for the holy relic...

Arya touched her nose, her body was dusty, her fair skin turned black, and said. "I don't know what the Astartes' armor color represents, I just used the blue that is most described in the book, sorry..."

Old Hagrid stroked the armor, and suddenly picked up the paint, and painted a circular emblem inlaid with woven olive branches on the shoulder armor and chest, which was also the mark of the Ultramar knight.

"No, you did a good job, just like when I quit, just lacking this, I owed my brother, twice..."

Arya asked. "Why don't you try it on?"

Hagrid answered. "I'm not worthy, I can't..." He shook his head again and again.

And by the window of the warehouse, a young man in military uniform was leaning against the window, holding starch cubes dipped in berry jam, and talking to himself. "You are now qualified, I, the Sun Lord said."

Arya looked at that and smiled. "Uncle, would it be better to add a front?"

Alan Baier didn't come up in one breath, he just felt that his blood pressure was a little high...

　God of War on the toilet seat (speaking of the Middle Ages High Elf)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)