Chapter 595, Brother's Food Is Delicious!

The Throne of Warhammer Chapter 595, Brother's food is delicious! (Second more please subscribe!) Listen to audio novels online

() Fulgrim and Angron stayed in the Principality of Carcassonne for a while.

Hubald, the Duke of Carcassonne, realized that these two demigods could help him after seeing the power of Fulgrim and Angron. The cruel duke privately asked Fulgrim and Angron to help him A tribe of steel greenskins that trouble the Inara Mountains.

This green-skin tribe used steel to integrate into their bodies, making them stronger and crazier. Duke Hubald tried his best, but he just drove the steel green-skin tribe back to the mountains, preventing them from rushing into Carcassonne. plain.

Therefore, Duke Hubald asked Fulgrim and Angron for help, and the condition for asking these two demigods to help was that the Duke made it clear that he would not be able to offer any special gifts or rewards. Fulgrim and Angron were expected to lend a helping hand after fending off almost never-ending aggression and making countless sacrifices.

If the duke came up to spend a lot of money on them and let them be mercenaries, the two primarchs probably didn't want to refuse directly, but this kind of sincere request moved the two primarchs, Both Fulgrim and Angron agreed to help, with Fulgrim as the commander, and Duke Hubald sent scouts and shepherds to lead the team.

But it turns out that the people of the Principality of Carcassonne made a serious mistake in intelligence.

The people of this principality are brave and good at fighting, strong and unyielding, but obviously they are not very good culturally. They told Fulgen and Angron that these steel green skins believe in chaos, which is amazing!

After hearing this, Fulgrim and Angron were full of question marks.

When can green skins believe in chaos?

It was only later that I realized that the Carcassonne people don't quite understand the difference between greenskins, undead and chaos, they are all enemies anyway, so in the simple logic of the Carcassonnes, the greenskins also believe in chaos of.

After realizing that it would be troublesome for him to explain, Fulgan didn't bother to say more, if you believe in Chaos, you can believe in Chaos, anyway, it will be destroyed anyway.

In Red Fish Village by the Chinon River, the summer world river is rushing, and the waterwheel made by the dwarves is continuously fetching water. In the distance, a tall windmill is turning.

Fogan, Angron and Ryan walked along the Chinon River. At this time, the weather was already in mid-August, and it was no longer so hot.

Fulgrim wanted to see how Angron's farm estate was doing.

The appearance of the Primarch of the Emperor's Children in the Land of Llane caused a stir.

Leaders are very interested in Lane's brother.

so handsome! This handsome man! It's so handsome that it's intoxicating! When Fulgen appeared in the territory, this tall and handsome man instantly became the hottest topic in the territory.

Perfect grooming, elegant speech, noble temperament, handsome appearance, powerful martial courage.

This is what a real demigod should look like!

It is well known that Ryan's brothers are all demigods. At the wedding scene, a total of six demigods appeared, plus Forgan, that is seven demigod brothers.

Of course, there are a lot of private rumors. Some people suspect that Ryan’s brothers are all half-brothers, otherwise there would not be such a big difference. After seeing Fulgan appearing, everyone is even more certain that Ryan’s father must be more than one woman , there is evidence!

That big black guy only appeared once, and everyone is not very familiar with it, but everyone is familiar with Master Angron!

Lord Ryan and Lord Fulgan must have been born to the same parents, as for that Master Angron must be an illegitimate child! I won't discuss anything else separately. Judging by his style and appearance, does he look like a nobleman?

Everyone is convinced of this.

"So, the problem is all solved?" Ryan walked in the front, he said with a smile: "Brother, the expedition really troubled you."

"It's nothing. For ten thousand years, I will make up for all these mistakes little by little." Forgan smiled and shook his head: "Lustria has me,

You don't have to worry, I also know about you. You have recovered Mu Xilong and will soon become king. We each perform our duties and follow our orders. "

"You still value those things so much." Angron was a little depressed. He also heard the rumors in the collar. If it was before, he would have rushed forward with an axe.

But now that he has planted the land for many years, Angron's temper has calmed down a lot. When he thinks about it carefully, there is indeed a big gap in his appearance. Although Fulgrim would not be his opponent even in his prime, but Depression is still there.

Entering Red Fish Village, Angron's house and his manor are not far away. There are many hardworking serfs working as long-term laborers for Master Angron, helping him raise pigs, chickens, etc. Ducks, tending the fields, they provided Angron with labor, and Angron provided them with protection.

"Angron, I came here from Lustria to look for you. I heard that you are farming here. Is there anything you would like to offer to entertain me?" Fulgan looked at the whole prosperous village with great interest. , dense flow of people, even on the streets of the village, there are many grocery stores and taverns, with smoke coming from the chimneys, and a pair of roadside hangers.

"You didn't bring me any special products when you went to Lustria!" Angron said dissatisfiedly.

"Of course I have!" Fulgen smiled slightly, and he took out a small statue from his space ring.

This statue is carved from the finest hardwood in the Lustria tropical rainforest. It looks like a magic toad sitting on a golden throne with its eyes closed and meditating. It looks very knowledgeable.

"Uh." Angron didn't expect Fulgrim to actually bring a gift, and the Primarch of the World Eaters took the statue from Fulgrim with some awkwardness, and muttered, "Thank you...can you tell me what this thing is? What's the use?"

"It's useless, I took it from Lord Crocker." Forgan shook his head: "There is no special magical ability, but it contains the wisdom and life experience of the magic toad."

"Isn't there a Chaos Demon hiding inside?" Angron swung the statue back and forth to see if there was any problem.

"...Angron, if you want an honor duel, you can directly bring it up." After hearing these words, Fulgan immediately changed his tone: "Don't be so secretive, it's not like you."

"Okay, okay, since you brought me presents from Lustria, I'll bring something to treat you sissy too." Angron put the statue away carefully, and he opened it loudly. The gate of the farm: "What do you want to eat? Shall I grab a chicken?"

"One chicken for three people? You are too stingy!" Fulgan's eyes rolled around. The farm really has everything and is self-sufficient.

"Hahahaha~" Ryan kept laughing beside him.

"Then just tell me what you want to eat!" Angron signaled the serfs to bring water: "Don't say that and keep half, and let me guess, if so, your dinner today will be pig food!"

"Okay, okay, then you kill a pig for me and Ryan to taste~" Forgan shrugged when he heard this: "How about you make it for us to eat?"

"Okay." Angron led Ryan and Forgen into the pigsty he built himself.

"Huluhulu~" The door of the pigsty opened, and there were a lot of big fat pigs inside. When they saw Angron coming, the fat pigs thought he was coming in to deliver food, and they all rushed up together, arching the pig's nose back and forth, and screaming. The smelly sound.

"Hey, if your sons know that their Primarch is raising pigs, how would they feel?" Fulgan saw that the pigs were being raised fat and white, and he knew that Angron had put his thought and effort into it.

"What do they think has nothing to do with me, anyway, I have never really cared about them." Angron shook his head: "Want to eat that end?"

"Do you think Ryan and I seem to be able to pick? Just pick one for us."

"Okay then, let me see." Angron looked at it for a while, then he stretched out his hand towards the inside of the pigsty, and he picked up a fat pig weighing several hundred catties with one hand: "This is the pig. How about the head? Berkshire pig, the meat quality is very good, rich in snowflake lean meat."

"Okay!" Fulgan and Ryan both nodded.

"Huluhulu~" The big fat pig was still a little sleepy, and was caught in a daze without much struggle.

"That's the end." Angron grabbed the pig, stretched out his hand and pinched the pig's chin, and said with a malicious smile: "Look, this pig often daydreams, I'll put it in this way." When I grabbed it, there was no reaction, and I didn't like to move."

"Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, dreaming during the day, daydreaming."

"It's definitely not going to work like this, it's easy to spoil other pigs!"

"It's better to make it into a roast pig! Let it understand that daydreaming is useless, you need to take action~" Angron squeezed the pig's face with his hands.

"Hurrrrrr~" The pig seemed to realize what was going to happen, it finally got out of the trance and began to struggle desperately, but it was too late.

"Cluck~cluck!" In the farm, the crowing of the rooster echoed in the quiet and peaceful village from far away.

With the help of the serfs, Angron killed the pig, cleaned it, and then marinated it to taste.

Add some ginger, add some salt, add some oil, add some spices, and even Angron added some red wine. After it was fully marinated and tasty, the whole pig was roasted on the fire.

The golden grease dripped into the fire, splashing sparks.

The three of them sat around roasting pork with red wine. Ryan tasted the top-quality snowflake pork. The meat was fat but not greasy and chewy.

"The food from my brother's house is the best!" Ryan sighed as he cut the meat with a knife.

"Angron, I have to say, you are already an expert at raising pigs!" Fulgan nodded again and again, and he couldn't help smiling: "For an outstanding internal affairs talent like you, our dear Empire Regent Kiri Your Excellency Mann will definitely give you a new title at the High Lord Council of Terra, such as... the Chief Pig Breeder of the Supreme Lord?"

"I won't be Guilliman's subordinate." Angron said disdainfully when he heard Guilliman, "He wants me to surrender, so win me first."

"He and his heirs are enough to defeat you." Fulgan put the seasoning on the roast pork and put it in his mouth.

"I'm talking about heads-up!" Angron emphasized impatiently.

"One-on-one? Have you forgotten how you lost to Russ?" Forgan sneered, "That's what my father meant. If you can't figure it out, then you should be an old farmer for the rest of your life."

"...Did you talk to your father?" Angron frowned, swallowed the lean meat on the knife in a few mouthfuls, and then took out a white bread and a clean lettuce wrap from the bag next to it Eat with barbecue.

Ryan also shifted his gaze to Forgan.

"It's a call. We used the machine left by the Old Sage to talk to my father in the city of fog." Forgan said seriously: "This is also the reason why I want to return to the old world."

"Want to know what father said?" Fulgan sprinkled peppercorns, pepper, and cumin powder on the barbecue.

"What did you say?"

"Father told me..."

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