Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

The messenger's test was simple: the test-taker would pass if they could hunt a wild hound alone, completely naked and without any weapons.

To qualify for the selection ceremony of the Warriors of God.

As top hunters on the grasslands, the Wild Dog stands 3 meters tall and 5-6 meters long, with its entire body covered in massive muscles, and its strength and speed far exceed those of ordinary humans.

Most importantly, they are not unintelligent; they can even learn to use simple tools like humans.

To defeat such a creature without any weapons, intelligence, combat skills, strength, speed, and luck are all indispensable.

Only those who meet all five criteria are eligible to participate in the more rigorous selection process that follows.

After hearing the messenger's request, the tribe's youths looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

Only Bourke stepped forward without hesitation.

"Kid, you'd better think this through. If you fail, you won't survive."

"It's just a wild beast; it can't do anything to me."

"Arrogant enough, I like it."

The Khan's envoy laughed heartily, then pointed to a guard beside him and said, "You are responsible for monitoring him and ensuring that there are no problems throughout the entire testing process."

"Yes, sir!"

Bork glanced at his watcher, immediately took off his clothes, and walked towards the grassland outside the tribe.

With this role model in mind, seven more young soldiers stepped forward to participate in the test.

Watching them gradually disappear, the Khan's envoy smiled and muttered to himself, "I hope this tribe can produce a qualified warrior."

There was more than one tribe in the vicinity, and the envoy needed to travel to other places to select warriors for the Great Khan.

So after Bork and his team started testing, he left without lingering.

The messenger need not concern himself with what follows. As long as Bork and his companions pass the test, the guards responsible for monitoring them will become their guides.

They were led to a nearby assembly point and together they proceeded to the Khan's camp.

At that time, red-robed oilmen from the tower will register their information and participate in the final selection ceremony.

After leaving the tribe, Bork continued to search for the trail of the Wilderness Hounds.

These predators at the top of the grasslands do not, like other herbivores, deliberately hide the traces of their existence.

They even regularly leave their urine and feces in a certain place to mark their territory.

So as long as you search patiently, you will always find it.

As the sun slowly set in the west, the temperature on the grassland gradually dropped. Fortunately, it was the transition between spring and summer, so there wouldn't be any problems even if we didn't wear clothes.

Before it got dark, Bork lit a fire with the branches and wood he had found.

Resources are scarce on the grasslands, and the only weapons available are sticks and stones, but these are no match for the tough-skinned wild hounds.

To defeat the opponent, you must find a more suitable weapon.

Bourke's choice symbolizes the flame that marks the origin of human civilization.

The environment in Bakda is not so harsh that one will die without evolving super fire resistance; most creatures here have a natural fear of fire.

However, the most important thing in hunting wild hounds is finding a target.

After a busy day, Bork didn't even find a dog hair, let alone the sight of a wildebeest.

After catching and roasting a field mouse and eating it, Bock rested, preparing to continue searching for the wild hounds the next day.

To prevent wild animals from attacking him while he rested, he designed simple traps around the campfire.

He would receive an immediate warning as soon as a large creature approached, allowing him to react in advance.

After glancing at the firelight in the distance and confirming that his watcher was still there, Bock closed his eyes.

In the middle of the night, a crisp knocking sound pulled Bock from his dream.

By the faint light of the flames, he saw the figure he had been searching for in the distance.

It's a wildebeest that's coming!

The other person was hit in the head by the trap and is still a bit dazed.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bork grabbed a makeshift torch from the ground, lit it, and then slowly moved closer to it.

As the firelight drew closer, the Wilderness Hound was clearly frightened.

It growled and made threatening noises, seemingly trying to scare Bork away.

The two were getting closer and closer, and only one sprint was needed for them to collide.

Just then, Bock suddenly turned his head and shouted to his left.

The Wilderness Hound immediately turned its head to check what was in the distance. Its two eyes, which had night vision, scanned back and forth, but ultimately found nothing.

At this moment, the wildebeest realized that the human in front of it had deceived it.

Just as it turned its head to return to the standoff, a bright light grew brighter and brighter in its eyes.

"Aww!"

Bork seized the opportunity and gouged out one of the Wilderness Hound's eyes.

The acrid smell of burning eyeballs gradually spread in all directions as the wind blew.

Seeing that it was losing the battle, the Wilderness Hound immediately turned and ran away.

Without hesitation, Bork grabbed a torch and chased after them.

The man and his dog then embarked on a chase that stretched for tens of kilometers across the grassland.

The Wilderness Hound wasn't afraid of Bock, the human, but rather the burning torch in his hand. Its instincts told it that if it confronted him head-on, it would only suffer the consequences.

We should hide now and wait for the torches in the humans' hands to go out.

When it is no longer a threat, it will be able to easily kill the human who caused it to lose an eye.

Bock was well aware of this as well; the two sides were locked in a life-or-death struggle, and one side had to eliminate the other, or the matter would never be over.

After a two-day chase, Bourke finally emerged victorious.

Just as he collapsed to the ground, exhausted and panting heavily.

The guard responsible for ensuring the test went smoothly suddenly appeared and pulled him onto the horse.

"Where are we going now?"

"After registering with the mechanical priest from the tower at the Great Khan's camp, you can participate in the selection ceremony for the Warriors of God."

How many people do you think will participate?

"It should be around 100,000 or 200,000, after all, every Khan on the grasslands wants those 7 spots."

"I advise you to prepare for failure in advance. Even if you can't become the Emperor's angel, the Governor will arrange for you to go elsewhere, provided that you can survive this selection."

"The Governor? What kind of person is he?" Bork asked with some curiosity.

For the herders on the grasslands, the Great Khan who ruled them was already the supreme being. They could never imagine what kind of being the Governor-General above the Great Khan was.

"A terrifying warrior who can destroy an entire army with a mere wave of his hand."

The guard only answered with one sentence, then shut his mouth and focused on continuing on his way.