Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

"Ragnar! Hey! Ragnarson!" the old hunter shouted as he carried his prey across the river. He shouted to the young man on the bank of the frozen river.

The black-haired young man was holding a spear. He stood barefoot in the glacier that was frozen deep into his bones. His eyes were fixed on the fish swimming under the surface of the river, and then he stabbed the harpoon up at once.

Young Ragnar raised the harpoon, looked at the struggling catfish above, and then looked at the old hunter on the river bank outside the tribal village, who was carrying a deer on his back.

"Uncle Rollo, you seem to have had a good harvest today." Ragnar said as he walked out of the river. His bare feet walked onto the river beach and he put on his fur boots after drying them briefly.

Rollo watched Ragnar adjust the battle ax on his waist, "Be careful of freezing your feet, Ragnar, it's almost winter now, not midsummer."

"I'm not afraid of the cold, uncle, you know." Ragnar said and put the fish into the fishing net. He carried the fishing net on his back and held the harpoon and walked towards the entrance of the village. Rollo followed behind him.

The two walked into the tribe, where countless fur tents and log buildings were located. They walked across the hoarfrost-covered ground. Ragnar walked with a calm expression, avoiding the playful children.

Rollo looked at Ragnar, "Ragna, I know you have been sad after your father's death, but you..." "I'm fine, uncle, don't worry about me."

Ragna said as he walked towards a path. Rollo looked at Ragna standing there, "Where is your mother? Is she okay?"

"Died, a week ago." Ragna turned his head and said calmly. There was no sadness or pain, just incomparable peace.

Rollo looked at Ragnar and sighed. He raised his head and looked at his friend's son, "Ragna, you have no relatives anymore. Why don't you try to select the Sky Warrior? The chaplain of the war group is coming today. Pick a candidate and you should try it.”

"They will only select descendants of warrior blood. My father is a hunter, not a warrior." Ragna said as he walked onto the path and gradually walked away. The child's mood was as cold as this snowfield.

Rollo looked at him and sighed helplessly, and then walked towards his hut in the tribe.

Ragnar was walking on the path. The gravel path was covered with white snow. He was walking with a fishing net on his back and looking at the snowy land beside him. The winter in Fenris was coming, and that severe winter would kill many families who did not have enough food.

Ragnar had not gone hunting for a long time in order to take care of his mother, and his mother eventually died of illness before winter. Now there was no food at home. Whether Ragnar himself could survive this winter was a question.

But he didn't care anymore. The young man walked through the path outside the tribe. He stepped up the stairs and walked to a small snowy square. Several Fenris boys gathered around him, each wearing an ax or a sword.

"Look, it's Ragnar. Look at his face. He's been hungry for several days, right?" the boy wearing the sword said, looking at him arrogantly with his arms folded.

"Why didn't you say those wisecracks of yours? Ragnarthan, oh, I remembered, you have no father or mother, haha!"

The boys laughed, and one of them pointed at Ragnar, who was wearing much shabbier clothes than them, and laughed, "They all said that your father was eaten by a wolf, good! Since a hunter was eaten by a wolf, his son can't even look decent. I can’t even catch any prey!”

They laughed again, Ragnar looked at them expressionlessly, then turned and walked away, but a sword blocked him, and Ragnar looked at the boy coldly.

"Roman, get out of here and don't force me to do anything." Ragna said briefly, and the boy holding the sword smiled disdainfully, "I am the son of a warrior, and you, a country bumpkin, still want to do something with me? I will definitely become a Sky Warrior today. candidate!"

Ragna looked at him with cold eyes, pushed away his sword and walked forward. He raised his sword boyishly and was ready to catch up and teach Ragna a lesson, but he was quickly held back by his companions.

"Come on, don't ask for trouble because of him." His little friend said, Roman cursed angrily and put away his sword. He heard a horn sound.

"The Wolf Priest is here! Let's go! Let's go there quickly!" Roman said and ran over, and his friends also ran up the stairs behind him.

They passed by Ragnar, bumped Ragnar's arm and caused him to fall down bleeding, but the latter just looked at them coldly after standing firm, and then continued walking upwards.

Ragna walked to the central square of the tribe, where many people gathered. The patriarch stood in front of the fire and totem in the center and announced to everyone.

"The Wolf Priest of the Sky Warriors has arrived! He will select an outstanding young man to become the new Sky Warriors!"

Ragnar stopped as he walked by the edge of the crowd. He looked at the wolf priest. He wore a skull-like helmet like a skeletal wolf. He was tall and wore heavy armor of gods. His mere presence was enough to intimidate people. anyone.

The soldiers were in awe of him, but Ragnar looked at him rather coldly. Ragnar turned his head and continued walking. He did not notice the Wolf Priest turning his head slightly to look at him.

The patriarch looked at the Wolf Priest and said, "Dear Sir, please choose the outstanding young man you want to leave, in the name of the whole father."

The priest took a long breath and pointed his finger at Roman, who was eager to try, "Romain Ivar, follow me."

Roman shouted suddenly, drew his sword and cheered loudly, and his companions cheered too.

But the wolf priest slowly turned his head to look at Ragnar, "And you, Ragnar Russ." The priest asked.

Roman and his friends were stunned, and they, the patriarch and everyone looked over.

"His last name is Russ? Isn't his last name Ragnarsson?" The crowd was talking a lot.

"Isn't that the last name of Ruth?" "No! Impossible! Their people disappeared after thousands of years!"

Ragna stopped, and the one carrying the fishing net turned his head to look at the Wolf Priest, "I heard that you will only recruit descendants of warriors. I am not a warrior, I am the son of a hunter."

The wolf priest shook his head, "Yes, but the threats faced by hunters in this land are no less than those faced by warriors. Ragnar, you come with me."

"But my lord! His father was eaten by wolves as a hunter! He couldn't even hunt enough prey for the winter! How could he be qualified to become a Sky Warrior?"

Roman's loud protest attracted the Wolf Priest's gaze, and his extremely intimidating aura instantly suffocated Roman. He and the other young people who were eager to give it a try all shut up.

"Are you questioning me, young man?" "No, my lord, no."

Roman murmured quietly, exhaling slowly under the priest's skull mask, and then slowly raised his head to look at Ragna, "Put down your hunting equipment and come here."

Ragna looked at the wolf priest and was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly and put down the fishing gear and harpoon. He walked up and stood in front of the priest. The tall wolf priest held his shoulders and said.

"From today on, you must live up to your surname, Ragnar. Tell me who has the same surname as you."

"Riemann Russ."