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

Besides, the village chief deserved to be put to death for bullying men and women. Not only did they do nothing wrong, they were actually getting rid of a harm to the people!

You did a great job, you did a great job!

"Did I do something wrong?" Angel felt very uncomfortable. Shouldn't he have done this?

"Some people say that there is no right or wrong in law. If used in a right way, it is right; if used in an wrong way, it is wrong. Do you think this statement is correct?" Wop squatted down and asked him softly.

"Yes?" Angron was unsure.

Wop: "The key is not whether it is right or wrong, but who defines good and evil."

"If someone holds high the banner of justice and slaughters all living things, do you think that can be called justice?"

"If someone calls himself a villain, but his evil not only doesn't harm any good people, but instead kills many bad people and makes the world a better place, do you think this is evil?"

Angron was confused. He had only been born a short time ago, and this was too profound.

Wop: "Don't give me answers. What matters is thinking. Each of you is an independent individual, not an extension of my will."

"We share each other's nature, so I know you'll feel confused and guilty precisely because of your kindness. I won't encourage you to use this power, nor will I forbid you from using it. Only you have the power to decide whether to use it."

"I know you're a good kid, so I'm not worried you'll use it for evil. I'll support you no matter how you choose to use it."

Angron looked up. "Like a brother who supports me?"

"Yes, just like them. You are all good children, just practicing your Tao in different ways. Maybe your paths are different, but the result is the same, all for a better future for mankind."

"I don't know which path is better, but I know every path is paved with thorns. Even if you accidentally stray from the path, I believe you can turn back in time and get back on the right track."

Angron: "Will you come with me?"

"I can."

"But you will also go with my brother?"

"Yes."

“So how do you walk a different path?”

"You are responsible for forging and practicing your own path. I only need to follow behind you and witness your choices. What's so difficult about that?"

Angron nodded awkwardly, as if he understood and not.

The masses are ignorant.

From the moment the individual becomes part of a group, both the learned and the ignorant cease to have the ability to observe.

A group may commit crimes like murder and arson, but they can also perform very noble acts such as dedication, sacrifice, and selflessness.

The key lies in who their leaders are.

The masses may be ignorant, but the leaders must keep a clear head.

It is not mere necessity, but servility, that always reigns supreme in the soul of a crowd.

The herd is so obedient to its leader that they instinctively submit to whoever claims to be their master.

But the masses are wise.

If two masters appear before them, their hearts will lean towards the better one, but they will choose the stronger one.

If a master is both better and stronger, the group will thrive under this master.

Angron was born to be the master of the pack.

His power can be used to guide the people or to enslave them.

He doesn't like the latter, so he will choose the former.

The masses are ignorant, but Angron can use his power to enlighten them.

Not only should we tell them to resist, but we should also tell them why they should resist and how they can defeat the enemy.

But what if one day Angron becomes a tyrant who enslaves his people?

He has absolute power and absolute rule over the people. No matter what he says or does, everyone will obey him.

If he is good, the group will thrive.

As long as the master keeps moving forward, the masses will follow him spontaneously, rain or shine.

But who can guarantee that the master will always be on the right path?

What if he fell? Who could stop him?

Angron needed a master, a reference who could anchor his coordinates, make him realize what justice was, and keep him on the right path.

And Angron had chosen his master, his father.

"Then," said Angron, "I will guide them, and you guide me."

"I can't make the choice for you." Wop.

Angron suddenly looked up, his face shone with childish innocence. "But this is the path I've chosen. Isn't that okay?"

"is it not OK?"

These four words gave Wopu a PTSD attack, and he felt helpless. "Even Luo Jia would feel ashamed to see you."

"Angron, I hope you will understand that you are no one's slave. You are your own master," Wop said earnestly.

Angron: "Are you my father?"

"No."

"Then I'm not your slave, but I need someone to guide me, just like you guide them."

Angron added, "I'm only one year old."

One day and one night to be exact.

But that's how the Primarch was. He was very precocious when he was born and killed dozens of Eldar with his bare hands.

"I will teach you, but I won't teach you forever. You have to learn to grow up on your own."

“What if I can’t learn it?”

"I will teach you until you learn it."

Wop regretted what he said as soon as he said it. It seemed like he had set another goal.

But it doesn’t matter, how difficult can a Primarch be to teach?

He has already taught three Primarchs, so Angron can't be any harder to teach than his brothers, right?

……

It usually takes years of propaganda and education to make a group of ignorant villagers understand what justice and revolution are.

But Angron only needed a minute.

He can make them understand why they should resist and what the meaning of resistance is, make them devote themselves to it unswervingly, and even make this group of villagers fearlessly attack the city walls, even if they know it is futile, even if they know they will be wiped out, as long as he believes that this is meaningful.

He can make them become what he wants them to be, rather than just sensing and absorbing their emotions.

With this power, he could gather a huge rebel army overnight or make the enemy army turn against him in the middle of a battle.

Angron was a natural leader, and no matter how harsh the environment, it was much easier for him to unify the world than his brothers.

But in the official history, he descended to Nuceria, was hit with the Butcher's Nails, and lost his power.

Nothing could limit Angron now, and nothing could stop him except himself.

"I don't like this." Angron stared at the frightened villagers, his head lowered. "This isn't guidance. This is enslavement."

He is powerful and can make them obey his orders unconditionally, but he also has extremely high moral standards.

"I will lead / the people in rebellion, but not in this way."

Wop: "You can educate them, tell them why they are rebelling, and let them awaken on their own."

Angron said sadly, "But I am still a child. I myself do not understand what path to take. If I guide them willfully, what difference will it make to slavery?"

He could sense all kinds of emotions of the villagers, fear of wizards, fear of nobles, and fear of death. He could calm these villagers down, but when he lifted his influence on the villagers, their eyes became filled with fear again.

Angron could not lead these peasants with peace of mind; they only wanted a comfortable life.

If they don't resist, they will lose a lot, but if they resist, they will lose everything they have now.

Wop: "Then let's go, leave here and go to the city-state."

Worp supports Angron unconditionally, no matter which path he chooses.

Angron was too human to use his power recklessly.

His powers are similar to the Mind Seal, but not identical.

The thought stamp can unconditionally make people believe that water is poisonous, and Angron can make people who believe that water is poisonous believe that water is poisonous.

Therefore, people must first yearn for justice, and only then can Angron make them sacrifice themselves for justice.

He can make good people better, but he cannot make evil people change their ways.

He can make the villagers fight for justice, because the simple villagers still have a yearning for justice in their hearts.

But he couldn't let the village chief fight for justice because the village chief was a bad, filthy bastard.

Angron's psychic powers are like an alchemy of emotions. He can forge fear into a blade, temper anger into fire, and let hope spread like a prairie fire.

When he gazes at the crowd, the tiny throbbings dormant in his heart will grow wildly under the catalysis of psychic energy: a grain of doubt will expand into a giant tree of resistance, and a trace of unwillingness will boil into the lava of revolution.

This talent is not a simple manipulation, but rather the awakening and purification of the most primitive power in human emotions until a certain idea explodes in the soul like a corona.

Most people would not reject this power, including the Primarch.

If it was Coze who possessed this power, he would not have such a heavy psychological burden, and he would regard this power as an accelerator for achieving justice.

But Angron could not do that. Even if he yearned for justice, the burden of his humanity would not allow him to do so.

He won't use this power unless people's emotions exceed a certain threshold.

For example, if Mira likes Wop, Angron can make Mira like Wop more, but he will not force Mira, who doesn't like Wop, to like Wop.

"Take her away, please!"

Mira's mother knelt in front of Wop and begged him to take her daughter away.

The villagers all have a strong fear of wizards. They are afraid of being killed by wizards, and they are also afraid of being killed by nobles because they have been controlled by wizards.

So they all tended to keep it secret, and Angron helped them by making all the villagers keep their mouths shut about what was going on.

The village chief's body has been destroyed, so outsiders will not know that there was once a wizard in this village.

But as long as Mira stays here, the danger will always exist.

The villagers' memories have not been erased, and they will remember that Mira killed the village chief.

Even if they didn't sympathize with the village chief, they would be filled with fear of Mira, the witch. This fear would eventually breed violence, and in order to kill the witch, they would sooner or later, like the village chief, set fire to Mira's house at night.

The only solution to eliminate the violence and fear is to get Mira to leave the village.

"Mira, do you want to leave with me?" Wop asked softly.

Mira looked up at her mother's eyes, which were filled with emotions she couldn't understand, including sadness and fear.

The girl suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, so she nodded awkwardly.

"Take me away, big brother."

Her drooping eyelashes hid the confusion in her eyes, but could not hide the teardrop that fell into the lake of her heart, making a small circle on the soil.

Wop's gaze swept across the crowd like a blunt knife, capturing every shrunken shoulder and drooped eyelid. The fear frozen in the villagers' eyes filled Angron with sorrow.

People fear them not because they are powerful, but because they are not powerful enough or authoritative enough.

If they became masters of Nuceria, they would be feared rather than revered.

This is also human nature.

"We won't come back, but she might." Wop pointed at Mira and left with the two children amid the villagers' frightened eyes.

The villagers didn't dare to exhale the foul air stuck in their throats until their backs disappeared on the horizon.

Angron whispered, "I'm sorry."

"What's the apology for?" asked Wop.

“I’m making things more complicated,” Angron said frustratedly. “Shouldn’t I have given up on the shortcut?”