Chapter 176 Storm of Destruction Son of Russ (Part 3) Mokai's Training

Each Space Marine Chapter has its own ancient tradition of trials. Each Chapter will set up a variety of extremely dangerous and challenging trials to test new recruits, and the mortality rate is often very, very high.

Among a thousand recruit candidates, perhaps only one, the best, strongest and toughest one can join the Chapter, and most of the others will die in the process of trials.

The Trial of Morkai is an ancient trial ritual of the Space Wolves Chapter, named after Morkai, the two-headed giant wolf who guards the gate of the Death Realm in the ancient legend of Fenris.

Before a young Fenrisian warrior enters the ranks of the Space Wolves, he must withstand countless trials. These many trials will test the warrior's wisdom and strength. If he is injured, he will be put in extremely dangerous situations for mortals, and he must survive.

Those who fail the final trial will be taken away by Morkai and forgotten. This trial is very long, as the warrior will be taken to the wasteland thousands of miles away from the Fang Fortress. He will drink the bitter brew of lycanthropy, and his body will absorb the Space Wolves' first and most deadly gene-seed, the unique wolf gene.

These candidates are then thrown into the wasteland to find their way back to the Fang, as the gene-seed continues to transform their bodies.

Much of the skeleton is reshaped, wolf fangs grow from the gums, and as his body is painfully destroyed, the warrior must overcome the darkness within himself to avoid being completely controlled by it.

If he fails, he will become one of the huge and brutal creatures known as "Werewolves", creatures succumbing to the curse. Becoming a Werewolf means that he has fallen from the altar, degenerating into a nocturnal creature that wanders the wilderness forever.

If the candidate finds his way back to the Fang through the blizzards of Asaheim's roaming predators, he will be implanted with the rest of the Space Wolves' gene-seed to stabilize the wolf gene and complete his ascension.

The Chapter will warmly welcome them and welcome the new brothers to join, while those candidates who have not completed the trial will be forgotten forever, whether they are buried in the ice field or become monsters that must be concealed by the Chapter.

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When Ragnar woke up, he found himself on the snow field. It seemed that he was thrown out of the Wolf Fang Castle when he was unconscious. Just as the sky warrior said, this was part of the trial. He was thrown out of the castle and thrown on the snow field and needed to find his way back.

Ragnar was only wearing a pair of pants. His upper body was naked and exposed to the cold wind and heavy snow. If it were an ordinary person, he would soon lose body temperature and freeze to death on the ice field, but Ragnar did not feel any cold. He was not afraid of cold since he was a child and could stay in the snow field alone for a long time.

His father was not afraid of cold either. They never got frostbite, caught a cold or caught a cold in the ice field. It was as if there was a power in their blood that came from the ice and snow world itself, making them strong and tough.

Ragnar searched on the ice field, and soon he used the experience he learned from hunting with his father to make weapons. He smashed the stone into stone blades, cut down the trees on the ice field, cut them, and sharpened them into spears. In the blink of an eye, he was armed.

Ragnar learned a lot from his father, not only how to make weapons, but also how to survive on the ice field. He knew this snowfield just like he knew his home. He grew up in the snowfield and moved to the tribe with his parents when he was ten years old. He lived on the snowfield like Leman Russ in the legend.

He knew how to survive in the snowfield better than anyone else on Fenris. He knew everything here, and he was as strong and unyielding as this snowfield.

My father always told me that people of my tribe would not rely on anyone's charity. They could only rely on themselves, just like the lone wolf on the snowfield, tough and tenacious.

Ragnar walked in the knee-deep snow, holding a spear and walking against the wind and snow. He knew he had to find a high place, and only in a high place could he identify his position.

He walked in the ice field like a lone wolf. There was no one on the vast snowy ground around him. There was only an endless white world and lonely silence.

Ragnar walked in the forest composed of cedar trees. The white treetops and the snow on the ground blurred all sense of direction. The sun's rays were completely blocked in the blizzard and could not distinguish the direction.

But losing the sense of direction is not the most dangerous thing. The most dangerous thing is the real hunters of those tenacious hunters on the snowfield.

Ragnar found a moose lying in the forest. The holy spirit was disemboweled and fell in the snow. The blood dyed the surrounding ground red, making it extremely conspicuous.

Ragnar squatted in front of the moose's body. He leaned over and looked at the torn intestines. Ragnar had learned from his father how to examine and judge the body a long time ago. He quickly figured out the cause of death of the moose.

He was killed by carnivores, and not just one. His body was covered with scratches and bite marks, from several beasts. Ragnar knew what kind of beasts they were.

He sensed the hostility around him, pairs of malicious eyes staring at him. The beasts were walking in the woods, their sharp forelimbs making crisp sounds on the snow, and hungry growls coming from under their fangs.

The beasts were looking at him, and gradually surrounded him, closing the circle. They must have smelled his scent from a long distance, and they set a trap here, waiting for their prey to fall into the net. They were indeed a group of cunning hunters.

But Ragnar would not panic, nor would he sit and wait for death. He held the spear and continued to walk in the woods. He pretended to ignore the figures walking among the surrounding trees, pretending not to notice the hungry roars.

A hungry Fenris wolf gradually approached. The most deadly predator on the planet gradually approached, and cautiously crawled on the snow to approach the young boy, his fangs and teeth roared in a low voice, and his blood-red eyes locked Ragnar's position.

Ragnar recalled the method his father had taught him in his mind, and took a posture to hold the spear tightly and wait for the opportunity, waiting for the opportunity when the other party ran out of patience and exposed his flaws.

A cold wind blew his hair, and a rustling sound of treetops rang out in the snowy pine forest, and at the same time the beast pounced on Ragnar.

Sharp fangs and sharp claws attacked the young man's back, but Ragnar turned around and stabbed the wolf's belly, stabbing into the only soft belly of the powerful beast.

Ragnar used his shoulder to hold the beast to the ground, and he pulled out his spear and walked forward to step on the wolf's neck and stabbed it again. Blood spurted out from the place where the spear head stabbed, and at the same time, a wolf howl sounded around, and the beasts were rushing up from all directions.

The young man pulled out his spear and turned to stab another wolf. He used all his strength on the spear head just as his father taught him. The sharp spear tip pierced the wolf's head, and the powerful explosive force pierced the wolf's head, and the spear head stabbed out from the back of its neck.

Ragnar let go of his spear, pulled out his stone knife and stabbed the wolf in the neck. He held the wolf's neck and it struggled wildly. Ragnar held the wolf's neck tightly, controlling his bloody mouth and fatal bite.

He took the opportunity to pull out the stone knife and stabbed it in the wolf's throat. The wolf trembled after a wail. As Ragnar pulled hard, the wolf's neck was cut open, and blood splashed from the trachea and fell on the snow.

The hot blood soaked Ragnar's hands. He looked at the hot blood on his hands and walked aside calmly. He pulled the spear from another wolf, and then returned to the wolf whose throat was cut expressionlessly.

In the past, he helped his father deal with the fur of the prey many times. He knew how to quickly peel off its fur. He cut a hole along the wolf's belly along the crack in the throat, and then Ragnar grabbed one side and tore off the wolf's fur.

The bare wolf lay on the snow, and Ragnar put on its still warm fur, so that Ragnar's upper body was no longer exposed to the cold wind.

Ragnar held the spear and continued to walk deep into the woods. He knew he should go in this direction based on his intuition over the years. The cold wind was blowing from behind him, which meant that there must be a huge object in front of him blocking the cold wind.

He had to climb the mountain to determine the direction, and then he knew where to go. If he was lucky, there might be caves on the mountain to provide a resting place. If there was no other beast, Ragnar would kill it and then go in.

They said that his father died on the ice field and died in hunting, at least that's what Logan told himself. Ragnar didn't know how he died, but he knew that his father was an excellent hunter, warrior and fighter. He must have died very proudly. Now he is probably drinking and bragging with his ancestors in Valhalla.

Most of his people died, and there were only a few Russ left. Ragnar had heard the legend that Leman Russ came from his clan. His mother once told him not to brag about his surname and bloodline. She said that many people were fighting for the bloodline of Russ.

Ragnar didn't know why, nor how his people disappeared. His father never told him the reason, and he didn't ask over time.

"Ah!!!!" A scream came from the depths of the forest. Ragnar stopped and looked over there with his spear in hand. "Allfather! Get out of here, beast!"

Ragnar leaned over and approached with a wolfskin on his body. The wolfskin on his body moved on the snow as if a wolf was lurking close to the target, and this also made him smell like a wild wolf that was not discovered by the hungry wolves.

Ragnar leaned against a cedar tree and looked at several new recruits who were besieged by wolves in the snow. They obviously didn't know how to face the wolves, and soon some of them were killed by the wolves.

Ragnar looked at their leader Roman. The arrogant boy waved his sword to drive away the wolves around him, but the wolves just jumped back and then quickly moved to find an opportunity to attack again.

The boy next to Roman waved his axe to hit one of the wolves, but the wolf dodged quickly and bit his arm. The wolf dragged him to the ground and dragged him to the center of the snow, where he was torn into pieces by several wolves. The screams echoed in the woods.

Ragnar looked at Roman and hesitated for a moment before turning away. He walked in the snow and walked away, but after a few steps he heard Roman's shouting.

"Allfather! Leman Russ! Save us!"

Ragnar stopped, and his mind echoed the exact same words his father and the wolf priest said to him before he left.

"Be worthy of the Russ family name, and be worthy of your ancestors."

Ragnar sighed, held the spear, turned around and rushed in that direction. The son of the wolf king rushed up the snow slope at the speed of Fenris wolf and jumped out. The wolves at the scene raised their heads and looked at Ragnar who was rushing like a wild wolf. He held the spear and jumped down.

"Almighty Father! Hear my roar!"

His roar penetrated the spear, and the thunder-like spear head pierced the ferocious predator.

Today's is a little long, mainly because I don't want to use a chapter to introduce Mokai's trial water, otherwise it would be too sorry for everyone, so today's popular science introduction is a bit long. Fortunately, you have the patience to read what I wrote.