"A cave made of metal? Are you humans so timid that you need to use those things to protect yourself from being killed by nature? ”

—————— Titanium Alliance, a native of Kluth

The huge and magnificent castle is comparable to the holy mountain on Terra, thousands of meters huge like metal monsters, dragons, crawling on the wilderness, far beyond the cold of the ordinary world, and a bad character, and for most of the Skadian people who are still alive in this era, such a place can be called home.

The mountains of metal stretched like any wonder of nature, cold or hot, and then the evils, volcanic eruptions, hurricanes, blizzards, earthquakes, it didn't matter to the iron dragon.

However, no matter how large and terrifying the buildings or natural features are, they will eventually touch the ground as their foundation, and the many open spaces around the castle are also one of the few places where the Skadiers can touch the deplorable nature of the world.

But the cold, harsh climate, shriveled land, or lack of air meant that even heavily armed soldiers could only wear thick winter coats and walk slowly through the scarred ground of Skadi.

In such a harsh place, there was an old man with his head bowed, wearing only an inferior cotton coat that had not been dyed, and the heavy chains on his feet had been dragged deep marks on the ground, while the pale green plants of the place where he cultivated were as tall as a man's calf.

And he, the old man, was noticeably taller than the others, gray-haired, and wrinkled, yet at this moment he was dragging a weight that looked like the weight of an adult, wielding a terrible hoe, feeling that he could cut off the heads of mortals at any moment and let those who offended him die.

It is hard to imagine that this once galloping warrior on the battlefield, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead, the loose, improvised cloth could not cover the black carapace spots on his body, and the anger of war never completely faded.

It was only when the star's warm light was focused by the translucent white greenhouse, and the temperature shone on the shimmering crops, that the veteran finally exhaled.

This field, which was held up by the Lord of Skadi, is full of hope for a new life, and the thousands of acres of fields that the Space Marines have cultivated today are still thriving, and one day, those special crops will become treasures that will save countless people in the Empire.

Whether the person who had killed could bear the responsibility or not, the complicated public opinion and pressure were held down by the Lord of Skadi, but even so, the place where the sinner was located became a forbidden place, although Hagrid was content to sleep with the plants and plants, but when he used the soft soil as his bed and enjoyed the rare trap of doing nothing, the roar of guns and the sound of engine servos appeared in his ears.

Space soldiers are not afraid, and the feeling that keeps Hagrid from sleeping is not fear, it is the accusation of his brothers for the surviving warrior, and it is also the punishment given to this person by the Chaos Gods, even if he escapes to the surface, under the protection of the Lord of Skadi, in the light of the star torch, in the material world of the real universe, those feelings are still clear, even to the point of making mortals crazy.

That's why Hagrid chose to take care of the plants, and now he buried his face in the field, as if he were dead, the smell of plants, dirt, rhizomes, the tiny insects entrenched in his already unconscious skin, as if no one knew that this massive, old warrior was still alive in the world.

He is dead, and he is already a dead soul, only soil and rest can make him comfortable, and his only purpose in life is to nurture more life and see it as his salvation and comfort.

The silent air flows slowly here, there is no clamor of living things, it is like death here, only the leaves crash against each other under the flow of air, and the faint, barely visible sound of salsa represents the dead silence of the void that this world is no longer the same.

But the silence seemed destined to be broken, and after the sound of hurried footsteps, the unguarded greenhouse was lifted, and the girl's voice shouted like a silver bell. "Plant, what kind of plant is this?"

The maid in the back with a trembling voice added. "This is Lord Elan Barr's greenhouse, and the wheat that should be planted here, Duchess Arya! Don't run! ”

Wearing heavy clothes, Arya only felt that it was extremely warm here, inexplicably excited, belonging to the love of creatures for plants, those things that had been suppressed for decades saw crops for the first time today, although it was farmland, but it made Arya, a sensible child, frolic like a beast.

She frolicked along the reclaimed road, and the little girl in Pan Lan had never seen a plant in her life, and for her, the legion-like wheat, the little green creatures, were things she had never seen in her life.

She ran a few steps, ignoring the maid's cries, and feeling hot again, threw away all the thick gowns and scattered them one by one on the path of the field where people were allowed to walk.

The maid shouted in fear and rage, "Duke! Duke Arya! There are monsters here! And hurriedly took up the dusty and priceless clothes, and for Arya, she wore only a light top, red skin enjoying the wind brought by running, and a little cold, but not uncomfortable.

She looked at the wheat, and the green ears of wheat had raised her head, and she couldn't help thinking what a pity it would be if they were toasted into bread, and they would have to be golden, according to the book, to be beautiful.

Arya was tired, she sat on the side of the dirt road, gasping and exhaling a white mist-like coldness, looking down at the ears of wheat in the field, and curiously reaching out to touch the plant.

"Don't move!" A heavy voice came, Arya withdrew her hand as if she was electrocuted, and she looked sideways at the old man lying on the ground, probably because of the shrunken body of the elderly space marine, the smart boy didn't see his identity for a moment, just asked.

"Uncle, why are you sleeping here, where is the bed?"

Hagrid didn't say a word, just looked at the light of the star, as if he thought the child would soon be gone, like those who were afraid of him.

Arya asked. "Did you plant all the fields here? Can you teach me! I want Pan Lan to be as beautiful as here. ”

"Uncle, don't you know how to speak? Wheat is green, huh? I thought it was golden. ”

Hagrid was too annoyed at the moment, so he could only ask helplessly. "Haven't you seen a plant?"

"Does the book count?" Arya replied.

"No, it's good that you haven't been to Katachan, otherwise you wouldn't be so fond of these little villains, you know, they can die if they don't take care of it well, and they are very delicate, even then you have to plant them?" It's rare for Hagrid to say so much, the last time it was like this was a conversation with the Lord of Skady, and now that I think about it, it's been two months, and it's even a little long gone.

"Ahh Then leave it to my dad, he's amazing, and secondly, this group of plants can create air, doesn't it? My hometown needs to import air, and my father has a lot of headaches because of this overhead, and if the beautiful plants here can help us have a good atmosphere, I will also have the right to take care of them. ”

Arya said that simple vision, she knew that many times things are so simple, and her usual maturity has also made many people forget that she is not very old.

"It's naïve, those wheat are soldiers, you need to train, train, nurture them, wait for them to ripen, leave you, play their role, be it to become a new crop, or dissipate into flour, I don't think you can do it." Hagrid's stern assessment.

"Then let me be your soldier too, and I won't leave until I learn that I can bear fruit." Arya replied earnestly.

Hagrid wanted to say something, but the maid quickly chased after her, and the young girl with a pockmarked face had never stepped out of Pan Lan in her life, and she was very worried, very timid, even afraid of the wheat, afraid that they would make Arya sick.

And when she shouted. "Duke, go back!"

Arya just said. "Go back? Compared to this, look at my new friends! She pointed her palm at Hagrid, and the maid moved forward curiously, but when the former Space Marine stood up, his massive body, the black carapace on his arms, the countless wounds, and the muddy look on his cheeks made the timid mortal's eyes widen and his speech slurred.

Countless gossip crept up on the poor man's head, and she thought of many rumors, and then shouted. "God, Emperor... O Emperor! She immediately turned her head as if her calves could run past the Space Marines.

Fleeing, this is the world Hagrid knew, he suddenly turned his head to look at Arya, as if he was afraid that this girl would be so ugly when she saw him, but Arya just stroked the wound left by the Black Machine Sage on his thick arm, and said worriedly.

"Power axe? I saw my father use it, and this wound is not easy to heal, and you were wearing good armor at that time? ”

"Yes, that's good..."Hagrid showed a hint of loneliness, and Arya immediately reassured. Ah, I'm sorry, I can understand, good armor is like a relative, but when I see this wound, I understand, that one is gone..."

Hagrid said with a complication at the moment. "You... What about clothes? He digressed and asked. If there are no clothes, mortals will freeze to death on the way through the courtyard to the gate, and stay with me for the night..."

"I have a wooden house, and the armor is in it, I can leave you a place and make a bed for you with a futon, but I hope your delicate body can support my quilt."

Arya smiled. "Yes, but I wasn't born noble, and I was far from knowing what it was like to be bedding and bed, or to read or study, when I was enjoying the floor and scolding in the slums."

"Let's go, old man, I'm going to learn your skills so that any soil can grow malt!"

Hagrid's old cheeks touched, and he slowly moved forward, the wound that had been beaten by the Black Machine Sage no longer hurt, and he was now extremely glad to know the Sun Lord, no, it was the Lord of Skady, it was Alan Baier, and it was also his adventure.

While the wouldn't have died was dragged toward the hut, where they had taken care of the bedding and the second floor where Arya had taken the window with a view of the sunrise, Hagrid served the child with the best food and told her about the honor and merits of the Terminator armor that had protected the Empire.

He still concealed many of the words he had once fallen into chaos, but they would never fade, and the paint painted with blood would not hide from the girl's sharp gaze, but Arya only pretended not to know, and admired the honor that the veteran had done.

She politely said nothing about the old man's past, just enjoying the pleasure of meeting friends and preparing to receive more wisdom, and when the maid hurried to Elan Bair, the Lord of Skadi, who was eating a sandwich, was called out by the woman patting the table.

"Lord Alan Bair! The captive monster in your greenhouse has taken my young lady captive! ”

Alan Bair's sandwich slowed down for a moment, and then suddenly burst out laughing. "Poof... Arya's boy? ”

"She? Taken captive? Thankfully, the Emperor, that girl was not easy to deal with, and finally something caught her attention! ”

The maid scolded dissatisfiedly. "My lord, don't be kidding, that gigantic and terrible inhuman monster once served traitors, such as when he flayed our lovely Miss Arya alive..."

Alan Baier said. "He's just a veteran without a backbone, and after his brother left and the war was lost, he couldn't have eaten anything alive anymore."

"I understand your fears, but trust me, your young lady is fine."

The maid was a little persuaded. "It's... Then, I want to ask you to bring your clothes and related daily necessities, my offended appearance today may have scared him... He hates him, and I'm still afraid..."

"Pan Lan is my friend, I will go, this is also to ensure the safety of my first Duchess of Skady, don't worry, I have saved more than a few Imperial people." Alan Bair comforted the maid, and the young lady blushed in an instant, and was sent out the door by the gentle Lord of Skadi, and Muna returned to the room.

And back in the office, Alan Baier buttoned his nose and chattered. "What is that little guy doing..."

The next day, Arya woke up early, even earlier than Hagrid, or she hadn't slept all night, and when the Space Marine felt his first restful sleep after the war today, he saw the little girl with panda eyes holding a paint bucket and coating the Terminator armor in the warehouse with rough iron sheets and blue paint.

It's still rough, it's not pretty, and it can even be said to be a filth of a holy relic...

Arya touched her nose, her body was dusty, and her fair skin became jet black, she said. "I don't know what Astarte's armor color represents, I just used the blue that is most described in the book, sorry..."

Old Hagrid stroked the armor, and suddenly picked up the paint, and drew on the shoulder armor and chest the circular emblem inlaid with a woven olive branch, the mark of the knight of Otlama.

"No, you're doing well, just like when I quit, just missing this, I owe it to my brother, twice..."

Arya asked. "Why don't you put it on?"

Hagrid replied. "I don't deserve it, I can't..." and shook his head repeatedly.

And by the window of the warehouse, a young man in a military uniform leaned against the window, holding a starch block dipped in berry jam, and talking to himself. "You're qualified now, I, the Sun Lord."

Arya looked at the one and smiled. "Uncle, it's better to add one, okay?"

Alan Baier didn't take a breath, but he felt that his blood pressure was a little higher...

Toilet Ring God of War (talking about the Middle Goblin)

(End of chapter)