Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 622 Then bring it up quickly!

Considering that he was here for field research rather than to start filming, it seemed inappropriate to live in any city, let alone the option of returning to Rocks - no matter what, Ramizarn still felt a little weird and guilty.

After all, before he came down to the ground, he had already learned from Captain Atorakes that Rocks became the place where Damikos' body was laid to rest after his death, and that the city-state that once adopted Perturabo was now ruled by Perturabo's adopted sister, Kelly Fanny.

Out of some kind of guilt that he couldn't explain, he didn't want to face her directly for the time being.

So after comprehensive consideration, Ramizane chose a location between Rocks and Caldis as the place to establish the reception camp. This location is not far from the main road between Rocks and Altis. It is a place with convenient transportation and obvious landmarks.

The camp is located by the mountains and water, at the foot of a beautiful iconic snow-capped mountain. This snow-capped mountain is the tallest of the three sister peaks on the planet and was named after a god by the locals. However, Ramizarn chose it mainly because this snow-capped mountain looks like a 3K Terra tourist destination that he had wanted to visit in the past but never had.

After deciding on a rough location along the main road between the cities on the map, the rest was left to Fricks, the company captain, who arranged it smoothly.

In order to speed up the construction, the construction workers in the camp lavishly used only legion warriors, and the materials were the adamantine components carried on the Iron Blood, silver-gray metal silk and other items befitting the Primarch's identity. Chief Trident assured him that before evening this day, the Primarch would be able to rest in a luxurious and comfortable tent that was capable of receiving envoys and protecting against mountain winds and snow.

In this case, they couldn't just sit there and wait while everyone was working, so Ramizarn took Dantioch and went hiking with great enthusiasm.

In full power armor, of course.

“Mmmmm…! This feels too much like the Jungfraujoch!”

After finding the LOGOS's built-in air conditioning and built-in power-assisted electronic muscle bundle and setting them all up, Ramizarn confidently began to head towards the hillside. It was so nice to climb the snowy mountain wrapped in the warm power armor. However, Dantioch looked at the Father of Genes with an increasingly strange and worried look.

"Look! Dantioch! It's beautiful! This is what you want to see when you climb up here!"

They climbed up the sunny slope in the snow and wind, but it was not easy. The Warsmith looked at the Lord of Steel with a distorted face as he casually took out his exquisite and powerful war weapons and walked up the steps melted on the glacier. Then he followed the Lord of Steel's admiring gaze and looked at the Lord of Steel.

The Warsmith's breathing also paused for a moment.

The golden sun, sliding toward the horizon, shone on the dark green coniferous forests and alpine meadows below the snow line, casting tall, straight shadows.

Gray, low rocky peaks and weathered and broken gravel at the foot stand in a myriad of forms, like collapsed castles among the thick green velvet carpet. Cows and sheep of various colors are being driven towards the pens by shepherds.

In the depressions where people live, wisps of smoke are rising from the chimneys, and warm orange and yellow lights have been lit up in the traditional stone farmhouses.

Farther away, an ancient glacier is winding down from the canyon like a gray-white dragon. The light blue ice tongue turns into a clear glacier meltwater stream below the snow line. The stream flows through white, pink and yellow fairy trees, saxifrage and primroses, through coniferous forests composed of cedar and fir, through hillside grasslands covered with thyme, dill, blue gentian and buttercup, and finally gurgles through the mountain villages and towns and merges into the river at the foot of the mountain.

All of this was coated with a thin layer of gold by the light of the setting sun, presenting an extremely clear and vivid immersive effect in the Astartes' genetically modified eyes.

——This is their home, Olympia, the home world of the Iron Warriors. It still retains its ancient beauty, but when a rebellious world encounters the Lord of Iron, it is destined to end in a funeral pyre of blood and despair.——

Dantioch took a deep breath of the cold, dry mountain air with a sense of sober pain, and his aging trachea promptly sent him a series of coughs, which made him suddenly realize that he was no longer the child who was like an antelope in the mountains to catch lost lambs for his father.

The new Trident realized that he had left the Primarch alone for several minutes as he gazed fascinatedly at every scene he had known since childhood, and he immediately tried to apologize and make amends to the Gene-Father.

"Um?"

"…I mean, do you need help, my Lord?"

"Oh! Of course I need it! I really need it! I need it just right! Come on, Dantioch! Does the auspicious device built into your helmet have a photography function?"

"...Yes...? Your Excellency...?"

"Great! I've almost finished taking the pure landscape photos, so come over here..."

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They went down the mountain much faster than they went up; they were flying back.

This was because, Fricks, who was completely worried about the Primarch running around the mountains alone with Dantioch, whose combat capability had declined, immediately sent someone to pick them up in a Stormbird as soon as the construction of the Primarch's camp tent was completed.

"Everything is up to your liking, sir."

"oh……"

What appeared before Ramizane was a vast and extremely flat open space, which had cut off most of the top of the small rocky hill that they had seen just now. Then, on the water-polished surface cut out of the rock, they drilled holes and erected pillars of refined gold, and used silver-gray metal satin to support a huge ceiling. Huge means that this dome almost covers the entire flattened mountain top.

The sheer force of moving mountains, accomplished in just over half a day, must have shocked the envoys and representatives who were familiar with the local scenery by the man-made changes to the landforms. Not to mention, the polished rock surface was also covered with a thick and detailed layer of pure white, washed sand, and anyone who stepped on it would feel like a smooth carpet.

The tent was decorated with elegant furniture that fit the Primarch's body, and was elegantly decorated with various antiques, treasures and statues brought from Olympia over the past 150 years. The considerate Chief Trident also added a large number of cushions to the seats and bedding in the inner room in accordance with the Primarch's recent seclusion and unspoken preferences on the command deck, so that people could lean back at any time.

Finally, considering that the Primarch might not want visitors to see him in a relaxed state during the so-called "investigation" or, as the Iron Warriors understood it, "negotiation or ultimatum", Fricks also cleverly arranged heavy curtains from various angles that could effectively block the gaze of outsiders from prying into the room.

Dantioch's first thought upon seeing this place was "This is so un-Perturabo, I thought there would be no seats here except for my father's throne", of course, he wisely kept this comment to himself.

And Ramizane's opinion is...

"The reception room shouldn't be too concerned about the comfort of these nobles. After all, they are planning to split up anyway."

He pondered and said, "Although I plan to conduct preliminary research before making a decision, I am not here to kneel down and coax them. Therefore, I think it would be enough to put a suitable desk in front of my throne outside, and put down their seats in front of the desk, lower than mine, so that we can talk. Also, have they sent a group of representatives here? Fricks, have you met them at the foot of the mountain?"

The Chief Trident bowed upon hearing this. When he raised his head, a layer of obvious disgust for the reception emerged on his face.

"Yes, sir."

"What do you think?" Ramizane asked, adding, "It's just my first impression and opinion, but you can tell me what I think."

"Despicable villains, politicians, and opportunists." A series of scathing comments came out of the mouth of the Chief Trident, "Disgusting professional political brokers, lobbying groups with vested interests, and more importantly, each of them is too arrogant, thinking that as a representative, they are qualified to sit on an equal footing with you, us, and the soldiers of the Legion and discuss what they are willing to do and what they are not willing to do."

"So, they are no longer leaders or princes of their respective cities or alliances?"

"No, sir." The first captain shook his head slowly. "No tyrant or prince of a city-state came in person. Those waiting at Camp No. 2 were all termites, chameleons and cowardly villains! I conveyed to them again that we would only talk to the city-state leaders themselves, and then I left. Although they were dissatisfied, they did not even have the courage to catch up with me to ask questions. When I came to report to you, they only dared to yell at me in vain at the starting point of the stairs where there was no sentry behind me to stop them. What a group of cowards who only let the soldiers bleed and then reap the fruits of their labor!"

"It's rare to see you so emotional in front of me, Fricks."

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The Chief Trident bowed again, "I am only indignant that the people of Olympia have lost their rational wisdom, warrior courage, and honor since we left, and have fallen to such a state, my lord."

"Hmm...it sounds like you're a native Olympian, Khadormo Frickus. No wonder he likes you."

The Lord of Steel actually chuckled, but the meaning of the words and the sound of that laughter sent a shiver of fear running down the spines of everyone present: I hope that the Primarch will not be too ill in the next thunder method... I hope that Olympia will not be ordered to multiple exterminations.

"What about now?" Dantioch heard the Primarch continue to ask in an interesting tone, "Have they all gone back?"

"Yes, my Lord, after I conveyed your wishes, they have now returned to tell their masters."

"That's good. Given that you have such a low opinion of them, I have lowered my expectations of how much self-awareness the people in power here have. After all, the conditions for opportunities will only be reduced one by one. Let's see what tricks these nobles can come up with next time. Ah, but before that, there is something more important."

The Lord of Steel clapped his hands, and the metallic echo made everyone shiver.

"Has the team we sent out returned?" The Primarch's voice sounded very expectant.

Dantioch looked up in confusion.

Fricks blinked a little confusedly, "...Yes, sir, I'm back, just as you ordered."

"Then bring it up quickly! I can't wait any longer!"

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"Tsk, tsk, look at how good the mutton is! Lamb chops and legs from a one-year-old castrated goat! Wonderful! And these mountain leeks! This string of sausages is great! This sack of free-range chickens is really good! All of them are fat! I think the stew will be great! Oh! Garlic! Fresh garlic! Thyme! Pepper! Porcini! Portobello mushrooms! Still steamy! Oh! Fresh, real, hand-squeezed milk! Real butter! Real freshly dug potatoes!... Well, things like parsnips, artichokes and turnips are just so-so... And these fresh tomatoes, bell peppers and lettuce! I said it was right to come to the ground! [Ancient Terra swears] I'm getting a sore throat from eating those damn synthetic foods! Even the butter and eggs are artificial! I can't even find a single vegetable seed on such a big ship like the Iron Blood! I can't even grow some romaine lettuce hydroponically! I'm really impressed! Even if there's an extinction order from the sky today, I'll still eat my fill first!"

The others had already been sent out of the Primarch's tent, and the two Tridents who remained behind once again watched in amazement as the Primarch, like the most skilled grocer, used his fingertips to check the pile of very mundane, rough food that ordinary mountain farmers would eat on a daily basis, which was piled on the clean white sandy ground.

This crazy look of him squatting on the ground with a list of useless animal and plant materials, examining them without any noble demeanor of a Primarch, as if they were the latest weapons, really made the two loyal descendants feel as painful as if they were being put on an iron pot.

This nagging appearance of him who knows everything and is absorbed in mundane trivia with concentration and joy is completely different from the previous Lord of Iron who galloped across the starry sea, was harsh and cruel, but saved his children. It can be said to be a typical symptom of terminal madness. Obviously, returning to Olympia and the stupid actions of these bastard mortals have made the Primarch's condition worse.

They looked at each other, and the pain, conflict and anger in their eyes were clearly visible.

But apparently someone who was happily lighting up their new cast iron pots and saucepans didn't notice.

"Hehe... spring chicken soup with mushrooms... buttered potatoes... borscht... pan-fried lamb chops... roasted lamb legs... Fricks! Dantioch!"

The two nervous Tridents immediately rushed to the Primarch's side, placed their hands on their weapons vigilantly, and began to look around.

"Come, you, wash the vegetables for me, especially this basket of mushrooms and potatoes... You, cut the mutton for me, and then use these wooden sticks to carve them and string them together..."

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So, when those city-states once again sent representatives of their nobles to pay a visit, this group of noble men and women had just proudly stepped onto the platform on the top of the mountain when they were overwhelmed by the extremely strong and overbearing smell of food that they had never smelled before... It was overwhelming, no, it came right over them.

Too malicious!!!!

Is this a show of power? ! ! ! !

Everyone thought so, but they also noticed with great embarrassment that their stomachs were growling uncontrollably.