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

The sharp antlers blew up snow dust all over the sky, and several young deer were even chopped into pieces by the antlers of their own kind.

Hunters throw out lassoes and use their ancestral knotting techniques to strangle the elk's neck. Regardless of success or failure, they will skillfully go around the side and back of the elk. Other hunters will take the opportunity to attack the elk with the lassoed necks. If they fail, they must go around the side of the elk and wait patiently for a second chance.

Because no armor can stop the sharp antlers of Fenris Elk, even adult Fenris Wolves and Giant Bears will be cut into pieces by their antlers.

The inhabitants of Fenris are not to be trifled with.

Chapter 72: What one cannot obtain in youth will eventually haunt one for the rest of his life (5K)

"It wants to run!" Leman Russ saw a young deer fleeing hastily from a gap in the encirclement under the cover of adult elk.

"Leman Russ, come back here!"

Ignoring Tengger's roar behind him, Leman Russ rushed towards the fawn like an arrow, his golden hair curling wildly in the cold wind.

The wolf cubs also discovered the fawn that was trying to escape. Their silver-gray figures spread out like lightning and surrounded the frightened fawn.

The fawn was forced into a corner, and in panic it suddenly lowered its head. Its sharp antlers reflected a cold light in the sunlight, and it rushed towards the weakest link of the wolf pack like two unsheathed scimitars.

Compared to the pack of wolf cubs, the human cub Leman Russ looked vulnerable.

Tenger was too late to stop Leman Russ and could only watch as the frightened deer raised its razor-sharp antlers, and the gleaming tips pierced Leman Russ's body.

Just as the deer's antlers were about to pierce through the flesh, the wolf boy's agile body soared into the air like lightning, and his spread legs landed accurately on the deer's back.

Leman Russ's fingers tightly grasped Little Mane. The elk raised its front hooves in pain, plowing deep furrows in the snow, but it could not shake off the hunter who was like a thorn in its back.

He gripped the battle axe tightly, and the axe blade drew a bright arc in the sunlight.

With a crisp chopping sound, the sharp axe blade deeply embedded into the deer's neck, and the hot blood instantly splashed out, forming a gorgeous blood flower on the snow.

The poor fawn finally uttered a desperate whine and fell heavily to its front knees in the snow.

"Huh, huh."

Leman Russ slowly stood up from the fawn's corpse. The excitement of his first solo hunt made his blood boil, and his heart beat violently in his chest, roaring like a war drum.

Just as he was about to lower his head to examine his trophy, a shadow suddenly enveloped him, and Sylvia's huge silver-gray body stood between him and the sunlight.

He looked up suddenly and saw Wop leaping lightly from the broad back of the she-wolf, the snow foam splashed by the soles of his boots reflecting tiny rays of light in the sunlight.

Leman Russ knew he would be scolded, but he still looked up at Wop stubbornly. His wolf brothers all participated in the hunt, so why could he only watch from behind the snow hill?

He wanted to prove to Wop that he was also a hunter, not a cub who needed protection!

As Wop raised his hand, Leman Russ subconsciously tightened his jaw, but the expected pain did not come, instead he felt a gentle touch.

"Are you okay?" A warm hand brushed through his blond hair, brushing away the blood clots that had formed between the strands.

"No." Leman Russ was too timid to meet Wop's concerned eyes.

He waited for Wop's scolding, who would prove to him that it was only a fawn and that he could complete the hunt even alone.

Wop held out his hand to him. "Come on, you have to go apologize to Tengger."

"Why?" Leman Russ raised his head stubbornly.

"Because you made him worry."

Leman Russ lowered his head again. "Isn't it because I risked my life hunting this fawn?"

Wop asked back, "You also know that you are taking a risk?"

"I'm sure!"

"This is not a reason for you to be willful. You should have told us in advance."

"Do I need your consent for everything I do? Why?"

"You won't have to when you're older, but you're still a child. Your wolf brothers only joined the hunt with my permission, and I followed them to protect them. Next time, you can tell me in advance that you want to join the hunt, but I hope you won't be as willful as you were this time. It won't prove anything, and it will only frighten me and others who care about you."

"When I grow up, you won't have to worry about me anymore!" Leman Russ said stubbornly.

He followed Wop, but did not hold Wop's hand. Wop smiled and did not force him. It is not a bad thing for a child to like independence since childhood.

It's just that he has a strong rebellious tendency. He remembers that Koz and Lorgar didn't have a rebellious period either. Why is the Wolf King always rebellious?

"Is he not hurt?"

Tengger led his warriors to meet them.

Wop shook his head. "No, he's not an ordinary kid."

"Even so, I can't..." Before Tengger could finish his words, Lemanus lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry."

Tengjier swallowed his words of rebuke and said, "Don't do it again next time. If you want to hunt, I can teach you some techniques."

Leman Russ glared at him. "I don't need your instruction!"

Tengger looked at his warriors, and then everyone laughed, except for Wop and Russ, who felt puzzled.

……

"Awoo." When Wop walked into the king's tent, Sylvia roared as the bell for class.

All the Rus children stood up and shouted in unison: "Hello, teacher."

"Hello, students." Wop stood in front of the stone podium, his eyes sweeping over the children sitting on the ground, his gaze lingering longest on Leman Russ.

Wop tapped the stone slab with his fingers, making a crisp sound.

"Rus, after class, you will stay with the other children who are five years old or older. This afternoon, you will follow the tribe's warriors to hunt on the ice field. You are their alpha wolf."

Ruth nodded seriously, feeling the heavy responsibility.

"Take out your textbooks and let's continue with the lesson."

The children took out the animal skins covered with words, and their curious eyes fell on Wop.

"Ruth, where were we last class?"

Russ: "Chapter 25, Asgard, the Palace of the God King, the one-eyed hero controls the secrets of heaven."

"Then let's continue with the twenty-sixth chapter of Norse mythology today." Wop picked up the elk skull and slammed it against the stone slab. "The fierce god treads the snow to protect his young, and the ice axe cuts off the light and shatters the god's body!"

"Speaking of Kratos, he slaughtered all the Olympian gods, washed the golden steps with blood, and stepped into Midgard alone. He untied the red belt, removed the blood armor, hid his murderous aura, and restrained his divine edge! But he encountered the frost and fire giant Laufey. One ice axe split the snow of the north, and two beams of strange fire melted the cold iron in the heart of the god-killer!"

"The evil star wrapped in red stripes shed the twin blades of Chaos as a betrothal gift and tied the knot with the bloodline of the giants. Who could have foreseen that frost and fire would give birth to a divine heir, and a cold axe would split fate. The map of the nine realms hidden in Laufey's arms had already laid the wedge to pierce Asgard!"

"The two had a son named Atreus. He bore the bones of a godslayer and the blood of a giant! Before his death, Laufey shattered his frost teeth and branded the Nine Realms' Fate Disc into the child's spine. Kratos burned the Chaos Chains but taught him to wield an ice axe and hunt deer and shoot tits."

"This child doesn't know that his father has stained his father with the blood of the twelve main gods' throats. The ice axe in his hand is even colder, capable of splitting the frost and snow of the nine realms."

"Unfortunately, the snow and wind of the North cannot hide the evil spirit. I encountered Balder, the son of the One-Eyed God King, and despite my utmost efforts, I was unable to defeat him. This godslayer hid his Chaos Blades, but in the end, he could not suppress his fate of killing gods!"

"Snapped!"

Wop slammed the table, and the elk skull made a dull sound as it hit the stone slab.

But the children were fascinated by the story. Their hearts were no longer in the classroom. They were all immersed in the stories of Norse mythology and could not forget them for a long time.

Wop: "Ruth, what did you learn from this story?"

Two months later, Russ had grown into an adult. His two-meter-tall body made it impossible for anyone to treat him as a child.

The only exception was Wop. Even though Rus's hunting skills were comparable to the strongest warriors of the Rus tribe, he still had to come to the king's tent to attend classes every morning.

Tengjil also spent a lot of money. In order to make room for these children to attend classes, he gave up the royal tent during the day. Only the royal tent could accommodate all the children of the entire tribe.

At night, the children's parents and tribal warriors would gather here to eat meat and drink wine.

Russ: "Kratos and Atreus, their relationship is so awkward. Kratos is an old stubborn man who didn't even blink when slaughtering gods, but the way he expresses his concern for his own son is clumsy and pitiful."

"And Atreus, before he could understand the tenderness behind his father's silence, he couldn't wait to bare his rebellious fangs."

Many years later, when the boy has grown up, he may suddenly understand those hesitant gazes in the middle of the night and understand his father's clumsy concern.

But he has already made trouble and he will never have the chance to make up for the mistakes he made in this lifetime.

"What you don't have in your youth will hamper you for the rest of your life," Wop said. "Russ is right, and that's what I want to teach you. You can still touch the cloak your mother knitted and hear the sound of your father sharpening his battle axe. These ordinary sounds will one day be more memorable than the hunting horn you long for!"

"A true warrior must not only be brave enough to face the fangs of wild beasts, but must also be brave enough to say the simplest words, 'I love you' to those closest to you. While you are still young, don't be afraid to express your feelings, and don't wait until the day you lose someone to regret it!"

The children all lowered their heads, and the firelight cast swaying shadows on their drooping eyelashes.

Some people unconsciously stroked the wooden battle axes carved by their fathers, while others remembered the animal skin quilt corners that their mothers quietly tucked in for them on cold nights. The tenderness that was once taken for granted now seemed so precious.

Several teenagers bit their lower lips tightly, suddenly realizing that the harsh words they had uttered while roaring at their loved ones were more hurtful than the claws of the Fenris wolf. The campfire crackled, as if burning away the softest regrets in everyone's heart.

"Go back and tell your parents 'I'm sorry, I love you'. This is the homework I assigned you. Tomorrow I'll invite your parents to a parent-teacher conference. I'll specifically criticize those students who haven't completed their homework!"

Ruth: "What if I don't have parents?"

A few childish sobs were heard in the frozen air. Some of these children's parents were really gone.

Fenris is merciless to any of its inhabitants, and humans hunt beasts as they themselves allow themselves to be hunted.

No matter how careful you are, some people will lose their lives while hunting.

Their children will be adopted by the tribe, but their parents will never come back.

Qiaolin Bloodhowl's parents were still alive, but the crying and sobbing of the other children still made him lower his head in pain.

Wop: "If you don't have parents, go to King Tengir and he will take you to your parents' graves."

"What about me?" Ruth asked.

Wop thought for a moment and said, "You can come to me, or Sylvia."

When the female wolf heard Wop calling her name, she raised her wolf kiss and rubbed Wop's cheek affectionately.

"Hmm." Ruth squeezed out a dull response from his nose.

Looking at Ruth's expression, Wop knew that he would most likely look for Sylvia. If it was Koz, although he would be shy for a while, he would still look for Wop. Lorca would even kneel down on the spot and beg Wop not to leave. He was willing to do anything.

Wop sighed. How could Russ become like this? Where did the heroic wolf king in his impression go?

Is there really something wrong with what he taught?

That shouldn't be the case. He taught Coze and Lorgar very well, so why is it that he fails with Russ?

……

"Is the story you told those brats true or false?"

Tengil leaned against a frost-covered oak tree and chatted with Wop, who was also waiting under the tree.

Wop looked up at him and asked, "Were you eavesdropping?"

"The stories you tell are more exciting than the ancient legends passed down by the tribe!"

Tengger grinned and didn't feel embarrassed at all about eavesdropping on elementary school students in class.

There is not much fun in the life of the Fenris people. The main entertainment is gathering together at night to listen to the tribal elders tell ancient legends.

Wop: "Whether true or false, stories are for entertainment. The key is what these stories can teach them."

"You make sense." Tengjier nodded. It was like a legend circulating in their tribe. Could it be that all of it was true?

Some of them may be true, but most of them are exaggerated, and some are simply made up by parents to appease their children.

Regardless of what kind of story or legend it is, the purpose is to teach wisdom and truth to future generations in an entertaining way.

On the distant snowy plain, the tribal warriors were taking a group of children on a hunt.

Their target was a herd of stags, which resembled a cross between a bison and an elk, with large horns that weren't as sharp as an elk's. While larger and stronger than an elk, they weren't as swift and quick, making them easier to hunt.

The cooperation between the Rus tribe and the wolf pack has become increasingly adept. Every time, it is the wolves that discover the prey and drive them into the encirclement.

The warriors of the Rus tribe would then take the opportunity to lasso their necks, and then other warriors and the wolves that came over would slowly take their lives. The hunting efficiency was several times higher than before.

"boom!"

"Leman Russ!"

Leman Russ rose from the massive carcass of the ox-deer, his blood-stained mane dancing wildly in the cold wind.

The adult beast still had its cloudy eyes open, and the hideous wound on its throat was still bubbling with steam.

The children around him were calling his name excitedly because he had just hunted a full-grown bull deer by himself, a feat that was difficult for warriors from other tribes to accomplish!

"What are you yelling about, little brat? It's your turn now!"

One soldier, in a fit of rage, kicked his son towards the calf that had been deliberately separated by the wolves.

These young calves are left to the children of the tribe, who are then responsible for completing the hunt themselves, either alone or in collaboration.