Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 56 The Hidden Wizard

"Come." Qin Xia walked up to Angron and stretched out his hand.

Angron wanted to reach out and grab Qin Xia's hand to use it to stand up, but when he thought of his own weight, he gave up.

But Qin Xia used a spiritual power to push Angron up from the ground and turned to look at the others.

The gladiators are fighting with Ogryn.

Ono held the shield and stood in front. The body of this old bear did not become weaker with age. Although he could only hold the shield to block the force that just brushed past Ogryn when he swung his weapon, it also attracted Ogryn's attention and gave other gladiators time to attack him.

Kleist held his spear and stabbed continuously, like a primitive man hunting an elephant.

Yochula had just pulled the prosthetic arm out of an Ogryn's head. His younger brother Yochula stood beside him in fear, holding his brother's sword in his hand. He was covered in blood, and he must have also participated in the battle.

"Yochuka seems to be able to adapt to combat easily." Qin Xia said to the Primarch.

Angron looked at Yochuka, he could sense a lot from this boy's emotions.

Fear, anger, the thrill and pleasure of having just participated in a battle.

Theseus, who had just rushed forward and stabbed the beastman's eyes during the battle, must have an unknown past. Her past experience taught her how to fight and made her not afraid of the enemy - this was the judgment Angron made when he perceived and analyzed Theseus based on the method Qin Xia taught him before.

As for Yochuka, he probably had no combat experience and no unknown past.

It's surprising that he was still able to participate in the battle.

"Someone told me before that the genes of the Nukerians have been modified." Qin Xia looked at Yochuka, who was breathing heavily and even had a little excitement in his eyes, "The Nukerian Superman is worthy of his reputation."

"Am I also a product of genetic modification?" Angron suddenly asked.

"You are, but not a genetically modified product here."

While the two were talking, they had already rushed towards the Ogryns. Now Qin Xia no longer needed to fight side by side with Angron to face the powerful enemy. The two gradually separated and each went to help several gladiators.

An Ogryn had his head chopped off by Angron who was running towards him from behind.

Another Ogrin was forced to his knees by Qin Xia's psychic lightning, and was then hacked to death by the gladiators.

The last Ogryn was stabbed in the leg by Crest's spear. After staggering for a while, Theseus rushed out from the darkness and rode on his neck. He poked his eyes out several times, and then Ono hit him on the head with a shield.

In the end, a gladiator named Cromach stepped forward with a brass broadsword, stabbed and slashed at Ogryn's heart, and finally killed him.

The audience's cheers reached a climax.

"If it weren't for these two big guys, we wouldn't be able to stop the ogres." Crest lay on the hot red sand, gasping for breath.

“And what happens then?” Angron asked.

"Then the ogres will kill all the children." Kleist replied, "When I was thrown into the arena at the age of five, all the friends who came in with me died at the hands of the ogres. In the end, it took dozens of gladiators to drag the ogres to exhaustion. The two sides tied and the arena ended. I survived."

Hearing this, Angron frowned and looked at Yochuka and Theseus.

The two children had just learned from Crest what they would face under normal circumstances, so they both looked at Angron and Qin Xia with gratitude.

The feeling of gratitude and trust made Angron feel as if he was bathing in warm water.

The Primarch took a deep breath, smiled and nodded: "I'm just sorry that you will become gladiators."

After saying this, Angron's eyes shot towards the audience. From the emotions of some of the audience, Angron felt "pity".

Some are lamenting that they didn't get to see the most visually stunning show the beastman called the Ogre had to offer.

Qin Xia also looked towards the audience, but he was not looking at the audience, but at the most inconspicuous room among the many VIP rooms.

He sensed the psychic energy and discovered its source.

……

"Saro, this wizard is powerful, right?" Tark lay on the sofa, pursed his lips and looked at the noble sitting next to him.

The nobleman sat upright, and his every move and gesture gave off the feeling of an old-fashioned aristocrat.

"It's amazing." Salo nodded. "If he can follow the custom... if he can be sent to the Julius family like the wizards who were discovered before, that would be great."

"No." Turk shook his head. "I have other plans for this man. I don't care why your family keeps collecting wizards. Anyway, you should put your mind aside."

Saro Julius nodded silently.

Turk turned over on the sofa and watched the host introduce the winner of the fight.

The two watched for a while, and Salo suddenly asked: "Sir, tell me, why do people in our world hate wizards so much?"

Hearing this, Tark took a sip of wine, pondered for a moment, and replied, "Because the first ruler of Nuceria was a wizard. Those who resisted him at that time were doomed to fail. Until my glorious ancestor, the first Tark, he was guided by the gods to find the ancient arsenal and used technology to defeat the wizard tyrant."

"Related." Salo nodded.

Tark added, "History records that the ancestors of your Julius family were also wizards, but they were wizards who helped my ancestors. So your family doesn't still have the methods of using those witchcrafts, does it?"

"Witchcraft ability is not a stable inheritance." Salo looked at Tark with a wry smile, "You know the equipment I use. They arm me like a dumpling. If I were a wizard, I would..."

"Okay, shut up." Tark suddenly became impatient and splashed the wine in his glass towards Salo. "Do you think I care about your family's shit? Your family is full of bastards except you. Remember I told you that if I ask you about Julius, you only need a short answer."

Saroo was neither angry nor annoyed. He gently wiped off the wine on his body and replied with a smile: "We grew up together. I have always found you difficult to understand, not to mention making myself behave in accordance with your habits and likes and dislikes."

"Shut up!" Turk said viciously.

Salo helplessly spread his hands.

The two were silent for a long time.

Salo's eyes were fixed on Qin Xia in the arena, and his gaze gradually broke away from the limitations of his subjective perspective.

Then their eyes met.

The next second, Salo suddenly felt someone hitting his head with a hammer, and he felt that even his spirit was shattered for a moment.

Standing in the arena, Qin Xia, who sensed psychic energy and tried to test the source of psychic energy, stared at Salo. After witnessing his reaction, he was extremely sure that this was the source of the psychic energy he suddenly felt.

Salo is a psychic.

After a long pause, Salo weakly raised his hand and placed it on Tark's shoulder, pretending to be normal and asking, "I hope to choose a guard from the gladiators, is that ok?"

"Of course." Turk shrugged. "We are close friends. Anyway, the Colosseum is my private property, and so are the gladiators. So please do as you please."

(End of this chapter)