Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Qiao Dewen chuckled. The problem was solved, so there was nothing to worry about. With this betting odds, he could earn 100 German copper coins and get a ticket to participate in the real carriage racing betting odds.

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, there will be special attire. After all, this is an event dedicated to the god Ra, and you’ll even have to wear a crown. It’ll be a bit heavy,” he glanced discreetly at Aaron’s bald head, “but you’ll be running at the very back, so don’t worry about safety.”

"We'll just paint some markings on the horses with dye so that the audience can distinguish them immediately. These markings are characters chosen by the priests of Sais, corresponding to their respective gods, so that the gods can bless them immediately."

So, do those who set up betting platforms also consider themselves gods?

Qiao Dewen had this idea inexplicably in his mind.

No, no, these are all Athenian ideas. In their myths, the gods are always making bets.

Then they create all sorts of messy things, even disasters.

Aaron thought helplessly, "I'll have to work hard for Marum to clean the fifth one up again."

He actually really wanted to paint the so-called Ultra Warrior symbol on Old Five's body, as a way for Old Five to repay Marum for taking care of him these past few days and in the foreseeable future.

If Marum refuses to accept it for various reasons, it can be said that it is a gift to Guilliman.

"Okay, let's get going now, but you have to give me the money first."

Aaron understood the importance of money and didn't want to be nagged by his father anymore.

Qiao Dewen calmly took out the copper coins from Shi Deben from his bag: "Give me one-third first. It's too heavy to bring more. I'll give you the rest after you finish the competition."

Aaron took the bag of money, opened it, and weighed it in his hand. It was alright; it was the first real money he had ever earned.

Both men were beaming with joy, and Jordwin led Aaron from the edge of the arena to the backstage area.

"That's the preparation area for the four carriages. You'd better not go there; they're all short-tempered." Qiao Dewen put Aaron in the right place, pointing to the area covered by a large red curtain in the distance.

"Girls, come quickly and help us dress our young man, and put a saddle on this horse that looks like a donkey!"

The merchant spoke nonsense without any psychological pressure. The girls of Yunu had a darker complexion than those of Thebes, but in terms of beauty, they were all about the same.

Aaron finds it hard to see beauty as an objective concept, because his father's appearance was loved to death by people of both genders.

Therefore, Aaron decided that he would ask his mother for advice on finding a partner after he met her again.

Then do it the other way around.

He was stripped naked and put on an Egyptian linen kilt and a leather corset, and then a leather belt was pulled across one shoulder and tied around his waist.

Egypt's productivity was not as high as that of the north, so there was very little cloth available for clothing.

The girls, laughing and joking, brought over a kind of ointment to apply to Aaron, whose skin wasn't as dark.

This also makes the muscle definition more prominent in sunlight.

Aaron didn't spend much time changing his clothes, but the fifth brother was less cooperative.

Because the one who served the fifth brother before was an Ultramariner, an Astartes with near-perfect body control. These poor mortals, even beautiful young girls, made it uncomfortable.

It took Aaron to coax him before he slowly drew the strange lightning bolt symbol on the fifth son's neck.

It is said that the most revered four-horse chariots were qualified to be engraved with the Eye of Horus and to represent the Pharaoh in a contest.

"Alright, the race is about to start. You're in lane four. Remember to pretend to run, then fall to the back. Just make it look like you're in last place. We're betting on Celia, the one who supposedly pulled the pigeons on the chariot. That beautiful white horse."

Qiao Dewen led Aaron, who was riding the fifth one, to the front of the entrance tunnel.

He patted the fifth donkey's rump, signaling that the donkey could move forward. The fifth donkey grumbled and whined as it moved forward, its tail brushing against Qiao Dewen's face.

Qiao Dewen didn't notice that Aaron, sitting in the saddle, was swaying a little, as if the old donkey wasn't used to carrying a person.

But it's not a big problem. The expected goal is to be last, so we can just pretend.

He left satisfied, unaware that Aaron was snoring as he slept.

Chogoris, a world where 63% of the land is grassland, rarely has any desolate places like the Forbidden Land.

But this desolate land called the Navel of Heaven is one of them.

The grass here is a strange, burnt yellow color. Looking around, there is no fog obscuring the view, and you can even see the sky, which is incredibly clear in contrast to the ground.

But there is a dizzying visual sensation; even the most skilled grassland rider, if he were to ride a Chogoris horse for more than five miles across the navel of the sky, would have to turn back immediately.

Otherwise, you will be lost in it forever.

Only natural livestock can live and migrate normally in it.

The livestock hunted last year will multiply and expand further deep within the navel of heaven, before migrating back.

This is a complete ecological process.

At this time, five-year-old Chagatai was already more than half a head taller than his peers. He rode his most ferocious Chogoris wild horse, which he had tamed the previous year, named White Scar, and led his tribesmen on a tour around the outer edge of the Navel of Heaven, waiting for a flock of wild sheep to appear.

Their tribe was called Tuskar. Wild White Scars used to roam the area, so Tuskar was also known as White Scars.

As a nomadic tribe, they needed to capture enough wild breeding sheep before winter arrived, in order to meet their needs for food and materials for wool handicrafts.

Besides the White Scar tribe, other hostile tribes, as well as the hunting legion of the dangerous Baladin Empire on the other side of the Navel of Heaven, are also eyeing these wild sheep.

The Baladin people called this place the Blank Land, where they would often bypass the navel of the sky, enter the grasslands to capture slaves, or hunt for pleasure.

Chapter 50 Chagatai rides a donkey, while I, your brother, ride a horse.

However, for a five-year-old child, overthrowing Baladin's rule is something that can only be done when he grows up.

The Tuskar tribe needs to develop, and not everyone is like him, able to tame wild horses like White Scar at the age of five.

Countless tribes are still embroiled in conflict on the Navel of Heaven's side. He must first solve the food problem for the nomadic tribes, then gather the people together, and finally face the powerful empire.

If they don't have enough to eat, the tribes on the grasslands will plunder each other.

Chagatai had a premonition that if he couldn't solve this problem, Tuskar might become a target of attack.

His adoptive father, Angge Khan, harbored a vision to unify all the grassland tribes, but lacked the ability to do so.

It's like a person who hoards food and furs to feed and clothe everyone in the world, but objectively, he has to satisfy his own tribe first, which makes him the target of jealousy.

Chagatai personally came to patrol the edge of the navel of heaven in order to help his adoptive father.

After Chagatai tamed the ferocious beast White Scar, Angge Khan finally allowed the young Chagatai to freely enter and leave the tribe.

The Khan was quite comfortable handing over power to this adopted son, a gift from the gods. Once the goal was achieved, he simply let go and granted him sufficient authority.

Angge believed that one day the gods would come to take Chagatai away, and he hoped that his education would not disgrace Chagatai's identity.

"Chagatai, are you feeling sleepy? I saw you yawn several times. You haven't rested for six days."

Beside Chagatai, Tortarai, who served as Angge Khan's bodyguard, was concerned about the future tribal leader.

Their journey is expected to be very fruitful, enough to survive the next three winters, which means they will have at least two years to deal with the tribes near Tuskar and integrate them into an unbreakable alliance!

As long as no one causes any trouble, it's fine.

Chagatai exhaled and touched his face:

"I once walked for fourteen days in search of the White Scar, and six days without rest is nothing. But did you really see me yawn?"

This is a dangerous sign. Chagatai has known since childhood that his body is strong, so how could he possibly have a physical reaction that he was unaware of?

This is only under safe conditions. What if you suddenly lose control of your body during a battle?

Tortaré rode his horse forward a little, his braids fluttering in the wind:

"Chagatai, you will become the strongest warrior on the steppe, oh no, no!"

He screamed and jerked his horse sharply to the side, moving so fast that he threw himself off.

Chagatai, your horse!

Chagatai then realized that his horse, White Scar, had become incredibly weak and was even gradually shrinking in size.

A few seconds later, he was able to touch the ground with both feet, and then he watched as the once magnificent white-scarred creature turned into a donkey with lightning bolt patterns on its fur!

The donkey continued walking forward, whimpering, then looked at the yellowish-brown, uneaten grass in front of it. Its appetite increased, and it walked to the edge, stretched its neck, and began to chew it dry.

The taste is good, but I always remember to moisten Marum a bit, this one is too dry.

Chagatai's eyes widened in fury: "My horse!"

"How did it turn into a donkey?!"

Hearing the angry roar behind him, Lao Wu turned around, showing no panic at all about being in an unfamiliar environment.

Looking at Chagatai's unusually large physique, he thought that he might be a more suitable servant than Marum.

It swallowed the food in its mouth, walked proudly toward Chagatai, and stuck out its tongue to lick the other's strong calf muscles.

Then, trying to straighten his back, he said, "Come on, run a lap with me!"

Chagatai stretched out his hand to block in front of him, then closed his eyes, while some children shook their heads.

"Tortarai, have we fallen into some wizard's trap?"

"My white scar must still be in front of me, it's just an illusion that has blinded us!"

He slowly and tentatively reached out his hand, his eyes still tightly closed, trying to find his horse.

Sure enough, a rein was handed to them—

That's strange, why is it coming from below?

Amidst the astonished gazes of those around them, the donkey, which appeared out of nowhere, excitedly tossed its own reins to Chagatai!

Just as a rider longs for a fine horse, a good steed also yearns for a rider who can control it.

The donkey conveyed to Chagatai the message: "You are qualified to be my companion."

Chagatai cautiously opened his eyes, and upon seeing the expectant and approving gaze before him, his face fell in despair, and he knelt helplessly on the ground.

This was the first time Tortar had ever seen the omnipotent Chagatai display such despair.

Yes, he's just a five-year-old child. How could he possibly recover after suffering such a huge blow?

He was trying to comfort this chosen one, saying that there were many strong wild horses in the tribe worthy of Chagatai.

They saw that Chagatai had already fallen into a deep sleep, his head resting on the back of the donkey, using it as a pillow.

We cannot act rashly at the moment, so we have no choice but to set up camp on the spot.

Thirty thousand years ago, in Euphrates, Egypt, at the chariot arena.

Before the afternoon's four-horse chariot race begins, it's time for the solo riders to show off their skills.