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

The tribal warriors clenched their bone spears and battle axes, but when they saw the wolf pack outside the village, they exchanged confused glances in surprise.

The wolves did not attack the village walls reinforced with water and ice. They stopped a few hundred meters away from the village, just out of the range of bows and arrows.

Two giant silver-gray wolves approached the village, their silver-gray manes gleaming metallically in the aurora. Even more shocking was the discovery that atop each wolf's broad, platform-like neck sat a warrior!

The warriors realized that the wolves were being driven by them. Although they did not let down their guard, they all remained restrained and the taut bowstrings relaxed a little.

The larger warrior rode on the neck of the smaller giant wolf and stopped in the distance, while the smaller warrior rode on the neck of the larger giant wolf and came to the foot of the city wall.

The warriors shouted, "I am Worp, this is Leman Russ, and we demand to see your leader!"

The warrior wearing antlers stretched out his neck, his voice as deep as the collision of glaciers: "I am Orf Bloodfang, leader of the Bloodfang tribe. Outsiders, why are you here?"

"duel."

The soldiers on the city wall were stunned at first, and then burst into cheers.

"duel!"

"duel!"

They slapped the ice battlements with their rough palms, and several young warriors even raised their horns to their lips and blew a series of loud war roars.

In the harsh land of Fenris, no Fenrisian would refuse a duel of honor.

No matter who initiates the duel, as long as people are sure that he is qualified to initiate the duel, the challenged person will lose all his honor if he refuses the duel.

Russ can tame a pack of Fenris wolves, which is his qualification to challenge the duel.

"You and me?" asked Orf Bloodfang.

Wop shook his head and pointed at Ruth behind him: "You and him."

Orff: "I won't engage in meaningless duels. What's the prize?"

"what do you want?"

"I want one of your giant wolves!"

Wop shook his head. "I wouldn't bet my child, but if I lose, we can play for you for a year."

Orff nodded, acknowledging the bargaining chip, and then asked, "What do you want, stranger?"

"I want your tribe to accept him as king!" Wop's voice exploded like thunder on the city wall, causing an uproar among the warriors on the wall. "Rus will accept the challenge of any warrior in your tribe. As long as there is still one who wants to challenge, as long as you have not pledged your loyalty to him, the duel will not end!"

The soldiers on the city wall beat their chests angrily. They were not angry at Rus for asking them to surrender, but at Wop's arrogance in asking them to fight in rotation. Did he think that he could defeat all the warriors of the Blood Fang Tribe by himself?

And what does it mean that the duel is not over as long as they haven't pledged their loyalty?

Did he think that the Bloodfang Tribe would shamelessly refuse to acknowledge the outcome of the duel?

The Bloodfang tribe angrily opened the city gate, and hundreds of warriors poured out of the city gate and surrounded Wop and Sylvia.

Wop's physique is not really that big, he is not even as big as a child in Fenris. But the giant wolf he rides is really intimidating.

"Right here?" asked Wop.

Orff: "Yes, stranger, the duel has begun!"

Orf Bloodfang slowly assumed a fighting stance, but when he saw the giant wolf running toward him from a distance and the figure leaping from its back, his pupils suddenly constricted. This stranger was as massive as a giant ice bear, casting a shadow that completely enveloped his proud two-meter-tall frame.

The Blood Fang warriors unconsciously took a half step back. They had never seen such a tall warrior.

"Start now?" Ruth asked.

"Yes!" Orff admitted that the stranger was tall, but he would not be afraid of a fight. "Come on, Riemann of the Russ clan, use all your strength!"

"boom!"

Good warriors usually sleep peacefully, and Orff fell asleep immediately, no matter how cold the snow was.

The warriors of the Bloodfang tribe fell silent.

"Next." Rus's voice was calm and almost cold, as if he had defeated not the most powerful warrior of the Bloodfang Tribe, but a wild dog on the side of the road.

The Blood Fang warriors looked at Orff lying on the ground and took a half step back at the same time.

This was a completely subconscious action, but soon someone's face flushed with shame for his retreat, and he clenched his bone spear and took two steps forward.

"boom"

The heavy body fell heavily into the snow, and the flying snow foam reflected tiny cold lights in the moonlight.

Russ: "The duel has begun, and it won't end until one of them admits defeat. Come on, attack me as much as you want!"

The Bloodfang warriors exchanged glances. They should have admitted defeat after Orf fell.

But they were unwilling to give up. With such a powerful warrior right in front of them, how could they give up the opportunity to challenge?

Being defeated by such a warrior is an honor even if you lose!

Two warriors came forward, axes in hand, and wanted to introduce themselves.

But the others only heard two "bangs" and two more sleepy people on the ground.

"As many people as you want, come again!"

The Bloodfang warriors roared their battle cry and rushed towards Leman Russ.

"Bang! Boom! Boom!"

A series of dull crashing sounds were like hailstones falling. The soldier at the front felt a flash before his eyes, and then felt a sharp pain in his chest as his ribs were broken.

In their eyes, Leman Russ's figure turned into a flash of lightning, and the cold light of the battle axe drew a perfect arc in the air, and the back of the axe accurately hit each person's vital point but did not take their life.

As the last warrior slammed to the frozen ground, the arena fell into an eerie silence, with only the warriors' painful groans and heavy breathing drifting in the cold wind. Russ stood in the center of the devastated ground, not even the slightest bit of breathing disorder.

Orf Bloodfang slowly raised his huge body on the snow.

In fact, he had not fainted the whole time, but the defeat came too quickly and was too humiliating, so he would rather lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

Ruth didn't knock anyone out. Those who fell asleep had the same idea as him.

But now that everyone has been knocked down, it's not so embarrassing anymore.

"Bang!" Orf knelt before Rus. "We lost. The Bloodfang Tribe will pledge allegiance to you, Your Majesty Rus."

……

Leman Russ's footsteps swept through every valley and every tribe of Asaheim like an arctic storm.

Day after day, the same duel was repeated in different tribes.

Russ never flaunts his victory, but silently waits for the next challenger. When the last warrior falls, he personally lifts the defeated warrior up, and they pledge their loyalty to him.

The most stubborn were the Bonebreakers. Their leader, Bodre, challenged Russ 137 times in three days, and was defeated every time.

It’s not that Bodre doesn’t admit defeat, it’s just that he doesn’t want to admit defeat.

It doesn't matter how many times he loses, as long as he can touch the edge of Ruth's clothes, he will be considered a winner, but he can't even fulfill this small wish.

After all the warriors of the tribe were defeated, he was the only one who continued to challenge.

But at dusk on the third day, he took the initiative to kneel before Ruth.

Russ: "What is the biggest threat to the Bonebreaker Tribe?"

Bodley: "The ice trolls in the northern mountains often invade our hunting grounds and have even attacked our village."

"Gather your warriors, and let's go and destroy them."

Bodley was surprised, now?

He didn't understand why, but Rus was his king now and he would not disobey the king's orders.

Rus would not only rule them, but also provide shelter for his people.

He couldn't make Fenris habitable, but he could help the tribes loyal to him eliminate their greatest threat.

Almost all mountain tribes face only two threats: Fenris wolves and ice trolls.

Humans are the only intelligent life on Fenris, Fenris wolves and ice trolls are the only three semi-intelligent life forms, and the other one is the night raider.

But night raiders live underground, and as long as they don't go into dark caves, they generally won't be attacked.

Fenris wolves and ice trolls live on the ground, and they must compete with humans for hunting grounds.

"Yaga!"

The roar of the ice troll exploded deep in its lair like a glacier collapsing, and the entire snow-capped mountain trembled in this roar.

These behemoths, over four meters tall, swarmed out of the cave, their gray-brown skin covered with frost, their thick knuckles tightly gripping huge clubs made from whole spruce trees.

The warriors formed a square formation behind Russ. Mortals had no chance of winning a duel against the ice trolls, and formation coordination was their only tactic to fight against the ice trolls.

When an ice troll roared and swung its huge club at Rus, Rus just punched back.

"Bang!" His fist tore through the air with a loud bang. The moment it collided with the tree trunk, the spruce tree, which was as thick as two people could hug together, exploded in half like a fragile ice spike.

The flying wood chips flew like shotguns, and the troll staggered back due to the lingering force of the punch. Rus took the opportunity to clamp the thick neck of the ice troll, and with the crisp sound of broken bones, he twisted the ice-covered head 720 degrees!

The broken spine pierced the ice troll's rough skin, and the splattering blood bloomed into enchanting ice flowers on the snow.

"Ouch!"

A pack of wolves suddenly emerged from the polar fog. Their huge bodies, more than three meters tall, drew dozens of sharp tracks in the snow. They nimbly leaped over the cracked ice and pounced on the ice trolls, their fangs biting into the other's thick neck like a guillotine.

Russ is tolerant of his wolf brother, as well as the other Fenrisian wolves.

He will destroy all ice trolls that threaten the people of Fenris, but for those Fenris wolves that also threaten human villages, he will duel with the Wolf King.

Like the Fenrisians, wolves love to duel, and the wolf king is always the strongest.

When Russ defeats the Wolf King in a duel, he becomes the new Wolf King.

"Bang!" Rus's fist, wrapped in the biting chill of the ice storm, broke the throat of the Ice Troll King. The Fenris Wolf, who was held in the palm of the troll and screamed, took the opportunity to break free from the shackles, staggered to the ground and caught up with Rus.

"Bodre." Russ walked towards the warriors of the Bonebreaker Tribe.

"Your Majesty." Bodre knelt down, calling you "Your Majesty" with sincerity. Without Russ and the wolf pack, the Bonebreaker Tribe would never have been able to fight against the ice trolls alone.

"The wolves will stay. As long as the Bonesplitters and the Blazing Sun provide tribute to the wolves, they will protect you and hunt with you."

"Your Majesty, where are you going?" Bodley asked hurriedly. "The Bonebreaker Tribe will follow you forever!"

Rus laughed, "I have conquered Asaheim, now it's time to conquer the sea!"

Rus conquered all the mountain tribes of Asaheim, but never made any demands on them. Instead, he helped them eliminate the threats facing the tribes.

He also left wolves to protect them. His conquest was beneficial to the mountain tribes, so the mountain tribes willingly submitted to him.

These tribes are still scattered all over the place and there is no real unity, but this model is most suitable for Fenris now.

Russ knew that his brothers had made great achievements in unifying the home planet, but he would not blindly compare himself with them. Fenris had its own unique rules of survival.

……

"Fish again."

Wop sighed and mechanically chewed the roasted fish that was filled with a charred aroma.

It had taken Russ only two months to conquer the mountain tribes of Asaheim, but his campaign to conquer the island tribes had lasted two great years.

Because Asaheim is small, and the ocean of Fenris is huge.

Coupled with Fenris's unique battle royale mode, the island tribes have no fixed place to live, and some tribes are even as far away as the Southern Hemisphere.

In order to find these tribes in the vast ocean, Wop has been eating fish for two years.

"Woo!" Sylvia whimpered softly, and her wet wolf kiss gently pressed against Wop's chest.

Wop stroked her fur gently, "It's not that there's anything wrong with your baking, I'm just a little tired of it."

Ruth had been enjoying the meal, but now he found the grilled fish in his hand tasteless.

To help him realize his dream of conquering the world, Wop, Sylvia, and his wolf brothers followed him on his journey across the sea. Although they had enough food and clothing, no real danger, and the space on the dragon ship was not cramped, this was definitely not the life they wanted.

The wolves should be running freely on the glacier instead of lying sickly on the dragon boat all day.

Although they never complained, Russ felt guilty because he owed them.

"We won't have to eat fish soon. We'll be going home soon."

They had conquered the last archipelago tribe not long ago, and there might be other archipelago tribes that they had not discovered, but they had already completed the circumnavigation of the world, and Russ didn't want his parents to continue to be displaced because of him.

If there really are island tribes that are too remote for Rus to find, that is their misfortune.

Every time he conquered a mountain tribe, Rus would clear the way for them and leave behind a pack of tamed wolves to protect them.