Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

"There's nothing to eat. I'm starving to death."

Wop was speechless, so the she-wolf hunted him to find food for Ruth?

"I will let you go. You can't eat me. Go find other prey."

The she-wolf's muscles tensed the moment the psychic shackles dissipated. She leaped back nimbly to a safe distance, her sharp claws digging out several messy grooves in the snow.

Wop's appearance was reflected in its animal eyes. Instinct told it to run away immediately, but wisdom told it that it would not be able to escape.

A low whimper rolled from the wolf's throat. She slowly crawled forward a few steps and finally rested her frost-covered forehead on the snow in front of Wop's feet.

"Let's go hunting." Wop stroked the female wolf's head hard.

The female wolf slowly raised her head, her pupils shrank into thin lines in the blizzard, and her sharp eyes swept across every suspicious trace on the snowfield.

It quickly confirmed that there was no other prey around, and ran towards the vast snowfield with its nimble limbs, while constantly looking back to confirm whether Wop was following.

The search for prey was tedious because the blizzard would cover up the traces of other creatures. It took them several Terra hours to finally find a set of messy footprints.

Following this set of footprints, they found a herd of Fenris elk.

The female wolf's silver-gray fur was covered with frost and snow, blending perfectly with the snow hills. She lowered her body and crawled on the snow, making sure she was always in the blind spot of her prey. At the same time, she had to look back to make sure the human could keep up with her.

The female wolf suddenly turned her head, her silver-gray mane exploded in the cold wind, and the human who had just been standing on the snowfield disappeared like a ghost.

Before it could react, the herd of elk suddenly burst into terrified roars.

It turned its head suddenly and saw that Wop's figure had silently appeared in the center of the deer herd, and the blue spiritual energy spread in the air like a spider web.

As soon as those leaping elks raised their front hooves, they were frozen by an invisible force like ancient insects in frozen amber.

The she-wolf ran towards Wop, and her fangs accurately pierced the carotid artery of the nearest elk. The hot blood cooled in the wind and snow before it splashed onto the snow.

Wop's psychic threads outlined clear instructions in the wolf's consciousness, "This is enough to eat. Take us back to your lair."

The she-wolf nodded, but there was a hint of doubt in her eyes. Where did we come from?

The she-wolf's fangs dug deep into the elk's neck bone, leaving a winding trail of blood on the snow.

Its silver-gray mane billowed in the blizzard, and it looked back from time to time to check on the group of elk driven by psychic power. They were solidified in dark blue amber, and the fear and despair of the dying creatures were frozen in their pupils.

For the first time, the she-wolf felt sympathy for her prey.

It never does this when hunting. Even if there is a group of elk in front of the wolf pack, they will only focus on a very few of them.

The hunting instinct of the mother wolf hides the wisdom of survival. She deliberately preserves the strong individuals in the elk population, and uses her sharp teeth to bite the throats of the old, weak and sick.

This restraint is not mercy, but the law of survival for Fenrisian predators: if it kills all the elk, it will have to face the tusks of mammoths or the claws of giant bears next time.

Its intelligence allowed it to understand what Wop was trying to do, and he treated the entire elk herd as a food reserve.

They trekked through the snow for a long time and climbed a snowy mountain.

The mother wolf leaped among the rugged cliffs, her sharp claws stirring up the snow mist, accurately digging open the cave frozen by the ice on the rock wall, and then she lowered her head to take the bloody remains of the elk out of her mouth.

A dozen gray-backed wolf cubs rushed out from the depths of the ice cave. Driven by hunger, they used their baby teeth to tear open the elk's belly and swallowed the frozen flesh with difficulty.

Among this pack of wolf cubs, the blond human child stood out. He ran on all fours like a wolf cub, with frozen soil and blood scabs embedded in the cracks of his nails. When he bent over to chew raw meat, the fangs he showed were sharper than the wolf cubs' canine teeth.

Wop grabbed the boy by the scruff of the neck and lifted him off the bloody remains of the elk.

The blond wolf boy immediately bared his teeth at Wop, roaring like a beast. His bloodstained face twisted into a hideous expression, and his teeth, which had not yet lost their milk teeth, made a harsh sound like metal friction when they tore at each other. He looked just like a wolf cub whose food had been taken away.

"You're such a traitor! Even Koz didn't dare to do this to me!"

Wop slapped him on the head, his psychic energy acting like an invisible barrier, shattering the other wolf cubs tearing at the elk. The cubs whimpered in confusion, and the mother wolf stretched her body in front of them, licking their fur, which was stained with elk blood, to prevent them from participating in the parenting between the two-legged wolf father and son.

Wop held the wolf boy's neck with one hand and pressed the back of his head with the other. Under his fierce eyes, he said slowly, "Say thank you, or you won't have anything to eat."

The wolf boy roared at Wop, but he couldn't understand what Wop was saying.

And every time he yelped or bared his teeth, Wop slapped him and repeated, "Say thank you."

The wolf boy, who still had wildness in him, gradually understood his language and his purpose.

He looked at his mother, who was concentrating on licking the fur of his other brothers and paying no attention to him.

He looked down at his dirty claws again, then looked up at Wop's mountainous figure, and a few unclear, broken syllables rolled out of his throat: "Crab...crumbs"

The vague pronunciation was mixed with reluctance and compromise, like a young animal being forced to acknowledge the status of wolf king.

"Go eat." Wop let him go.

The wolf boy immediately pounced on the elk, but was stopped by Wop again.

The wolf boy didn't show his teeth this time, but raised his head in confusion.

"People need to walk on two legs, like me."

Wop pointed at himself. The huge gap in strength between the two sides made the wolf boy give up his childish resistance. He tried to imitate Wop's upright posture and stumbled towards the elk's corpse.

But just as he was about to bite, Wop grabbed him again.

"Meat must be cooked thoroughly before eating."

A blue psychic flame rose from Wop's palm, roasting the raw meat with a sizzling sound.

The ice crystals originally attached to the meat instantly vaporized, exploding into fine white mist in the extremely cold air.

The wolf boy's pupils shrank into two thin slits in the firelight, the saliva dripping from between his canine teeth was evaporated by the heat wave, and a confused whimper rolled out of his throat.

Why bother?

"They are wolves, but you are a human." Wop pointed at the mother wolf and her cubs, then at the wolf boy. "I know you don't understand yet, but it doesn't matter. I will teach you slowly and make you realize why you are a human."

The wolf boy didn't understand, but the aroma of barbecue made him salivate.

Wop roasted the meat for a long time before handing it to the wolf boy, who immediately grabbed it with his blood-stained hands, swallowing like a beast as his canine teeth tore at the meat. Scalding fat dripped down his chin, leaving small pits on the snow.

"Did you say thank you?"

"Thanks... scum."

Chapter 70: Simple Battle Royale Mode (6K)

"People must eat, because hungry soldiers cannot raise the guns of revolution!"

"People must sleep, otherwise how can the sun of the empire rise from closed eyelids?"

"People must breathe. If they don't breathe the air of Imperial Truth, their lungs will betray their hearts!"

"People must work. The sweat from the hoe is the rain the empire needs most!"

"People must unite. Separate fingers cannot hold the iron fist of class!"

"People must open their eyes. In darkness, they can only see the lies of chaos!"

"Man must walk on two legs. The third leg is a trap set by the Chaos Gods!"

The biting north wind howled across the tundra for an entire winter, but Wop always maintained the patience of a blacksmith forging iron.

Every dawn, when the first ray of gray morning light penetrated the rime of ice crystals, he would pull up the wolf boy who was huddled on a mattress made of elk skin with other wolf cubs. At first, he would just repeat those simple syllables, correcting the awkward roar that rolled out of the wolf boy's throat over and over again.

Once he was able to master the language, Woppe began to teach him the main idea of ​​grace education.

The mother wolf was also learning Wop's survival skills. She used her wolf kiss to carefully protect the fire lit by Wop, and threw strips of torn elk fur and frozen fat into the fire, so that the leaping flames would always warm their nest.

He asked, “Why should I learn this?”

Wop: "First tell me why you ask that."

The wolf boy's answer was completely irrelevant. "Because grilled meat is delicious, but it wastes precious fat and a lot of time."

Wop asked, "Then let me ask you, why do humans walk upright?"

The wolf boy raised his head in confusion, "Aren't I asking you?"

"you answer me first."

"I do not know."

"Because walking upright can reduce energy consumption by 75% compared to quadrupedal walking, it is more advantageous whether tracking prey or exploring new environments. Standing upright also allows for a higher field of vision than on the ground, making it easier to find food, water, or potential threats in open grassland environments."

"Most importantly, walking upright frees up the hands, greatly improving survival capabilities and the speed of technological innovation, which is the foundation for creating civilization."

Wolf Boy: "What is civilization?"

"The fire is civilization, the barbecue is civilization, the animal coat I sew for you, the animal hide blanket you sleep on, these are all civilization. All cumulative culture will lay the foundation for the development of civilization."

"The purpose of grilling is not just to make it taste good. High-temperature cooking can effectively kill bacteria and parasites that may be present in raw meat, reducing the risk of foodborne illness and increasing the probability of survival."

"Cooked food is easier to digest, and fire can dispel the cold and maintain body temperature. These are the meaning of civilization."

Wop tiptoed around the thoughtful wolf boy. The she-wolf was using her paws to gently move the deer bones skewered with barbecue meat, her movements as gentle as walking on thin ice. The carefully constructed grills were made of cross-stacked reindeer leg bones, with deer tendons tied between the different bones.

The wolf cubs lay lazily beside the warm fire, some of them had their sleepy eyes half open and were yawning comfortably.

The frozen elk herd provided them with an abundant source of food, allowing the wolves to live an unprecedented comfortable life. They no longer had to brave the cold to hunt, nor did they have to endure the torment of hunger. The female wolf no longer had to make difficult decisions when food was scarce.

Seeing Wop approaching, the wolf cubs, which were already as big as calves, immediately wagged their tails happily.

One of them even couldn't wait to pounce on Wop, and the other wolf cubs could only stare at him eagerly, making coquettish whimpers in their throats.

"You're too heavy. I can't even hold you. Don't you have any self-awareness?"

With a stern face, Wop put the wolf cub that jumped on him to the ground. The wolf cub knew that he was just joking and still wagged its tail happily.

"It's not good for children to be too smart."

Wop stroked the brains of the wolves one by one. These wolf cubs were closer to him than the wolf cubs. The wolf cubs were definitely the worst class he had ever taught!

"Wop, eat." The she-wolf used a low whimper to signal him, but mainly relied on psychic power.

Wop held the reindeer leg bone at the end of the grill and slowly moved the sizzling meat toward the she-wolf so she could take the first bite.

Then it was the wolf cubs' turn. The constantly wagging tails and whimpering sounds in the throats of these half-grown wolf cubs revealed their impatience, but they still took turns eating according to Wop's request, using their sharp teeth to accurately tear off the charred and greasy pieces of meat. The hot fat dripped into the fire and emitted tiny sparks.

The wolf boy slowly approached the fire, scooped up some warm water from the pit with the reindeer skull, and slowly poured it onto the back of his hands, scrubbing them carefully.

He picked up another sizzling skewer of meat, gave half to his wolf brother who hadn't gotten any meat, and kept the other half for himself.

Wop could make the barbecue into many skewers, but the wolf boy understood that Wop wanted to teach him the meaning of sharing.

Even if he has the barbecue in his hands, he should share it generously with his wolf brothers.

"Wop." The she-wolf suddenly approached Wop, who was enjoying the barbecue, and the fluffy silver-gray hair on her neck gently brushed against his forehead.

Wop handed it the barbecue, but the she-wolf shook her head, "Name."

"You want me to give you a name?"

The she-wolf nodded.

This really made Wop a little embarrassed, not because he didn't want to give the she-wolf a name.

But if he wanted to name it, he would have to name the other wolf cubs one by one.

The names of the other wolf cubs are simple, but the mother wolf’s name cannot be too casual.

The first name that came to Wop's mind was Fenrir, then Fenrir's sons Hatti and Skul, and Odin's messengers Freki and Gri.

But none of these names really fit the she-wolf.

"Just call her Sylvia."

The wolf boy raised his head: "What's the special meaning of this name?"

"I hadn't intended to tell you this, but since you asked, I have to tell you the story of the Roman she-wolf." Wop was waiting for him to ask, and couldn't wait to say, "In the city of Alba Longa in ancient Terra, there was a princess named Lea Silvia."

"She was the daughter of Numitor, and was forced by her usurping uncle Amulius to become a priestess of the goddess Vesta. She was required to remain chaste for 30 years during her ordination. However, she still married the god of war, Mars, and gave birth to twin brothers, Romulus and Remus."

"Amulius feared her sons might one day usurp the throne, so he threw them into the Tiber in an attempt to drown them."

"Fortunately, the two brothers were found and raised by a she-wolf who came here to drink water. Later, they were adopted by a kind shepherd. When they grew up, they killed Amulius and helped their grandfather Numitor regain the throne."

"Later they built a new city on the banks of the Tiber River where the she-wolf had fed them. However, they argued over whose name to use for the new city. Finally, the elder brother Romulus killed Remus and named the new city after himself, thus giving birth to Rome."

Wolf boy: "They were raised by a she-wolf just like me, so why don't they name their mother after the she-wolf?"

Wop: "Because I don't know what the she-wolf's name was."

"At that time?" The wolf boy understood his implication.

Wop did not explain, and unofficial history cannot be too unofficial, so just mention it briefly.

"Wop." The she-wolf called him, swishing her fluffy tail. "My name is Sylvia. Call me Sylvia."