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Ⅲ.Lord Felwinter
领主邪冬(注1)
在一个秘密据点的深处，坐着黑马邪冬和旧俄罗斯第32区的军阀西坦(注2)。一张擦的锃亮的黑曜石桌子沉重地躺在他们中间。
“没想到你还有胆量回来”，军阀说。
“态势感知。不是勇气。我去我能做最多好事的地方。谢谢你肯见我。邪冬的声音听起来像他的头盔一样空洞。西坦想把它从这位钢铁领主瘦骨如柴的肩上打下来。他可以用一拳就能结果了他。
“我记得，你曾经在那座被光能遗忘的山峰上有一席之地，直到你加入了狼群。你是我认识的唯一一个拥有整座山的军阀
“邪冬之巅。(注3)”
“从来没有人这么叫过。”
“钢铁领主们这么说的。虽然他们确实要求我从宝座上下来。”
西坦的笑声震撼了整个房间。失去领土对军阀来说怎么是一件好事呢？”邪冬双手合十放在桌子上。在桌子下面，西坦握起了两只拳头，一道新月的光在拳间闪烁。
“加入我们，找出答案”，钢铁领主说。“把你的地盘交给我们。当然，你仍然可以巡视它。”
西坦的声音低了下来，“当然，你知道我会拒绝的。”
“然后我们会把你放倒，用武力夺取你的领土。如果有必要，一遍又一遍也无妨。
“在你抛弃我们之后我还我邀请你到我的地盘，现在你却来威胁我？”军阀站在那里，高耸在邪冬之上。
“是为了促成和平。”西坦认为就连头盔之后的声音都不会相信这些鬼话。军阀一只手掀翻巨大的桌子时，地板都不寒而栗。它撞上了对面的墙，虚空之光的卷须穿过它，凝聚成邪冬的跳跃形态。
西坦以前见过这种小把戏，他认为能把钢铁领主从空中击倒——
但邪冬的势头继续下冲，一记膝击正中西坦头颅，那个身材魁梧的男人向后退去。军阀倒下了，他的头盔前面已经被击碎。邪冬落在倒地不起的西坦旁边。
“这是乔尔德教我的招。我不能说钢铁领主们没有帮过我任何忙”，这声音说道。“你知道的，在我们让钢铁领主统治世界之前，我们会把世界烧毁”，这个大个子喘着粗气，嘴里呼出一口气，脸上血淋淋的一团糟。邪冬手中的虚空之光啪啪作响，军阀的脖子也啪啪作响。嘴里，脸上血肉模糊。邪冬手中的虚空之光消失了——军阀的脖子也消失了。
“拉德加斯特零零散散。佩伦优柔寡断。西利马尔想建造一座高塔并躲藏起来。但它们将改变世界；没有人能阻止他们，“邪冬对尸体平静地说。他张开外套，抽出一把青铜霰弹枪。这样会更好吗？我不知道。但他们的意思是要结束战争，所以我不必每天晚上背靠墙壁睡觉，手里还握着光能。这还不算什么。”
他停顿了一下，好像在等待什么。
“通常，我会给你一个机会。告诉你，你应该和我一起去。看看你的光可以变得多么强大。但是我看透你了，西坦。你用你拿走的土地，用土地上的人民做些什么，我都知道。其他领主——尤其是萨拉丁——可能会让你滚一边。我不会给他们这种机会的。
西坦的机灵从上方出现，将它的目光投向了它倒下的负光者。军阀从四射光芒中站起来，他发出疯狂的吼叫。
邪冬的猎枪像雷霆一般轰鸣——一枪是给军阀，另一枪给他的机灵。
- 注1：邪冬(Felwinter)是钢铁领主的术士。一位前军阀和虚空大师，为了和平加入钢铁领主，对敌军军阀极其无情。
- 注2：西坦(Citan)是一位残酷的泰坦军阀，在黑暗时代统治着旧俄罗斯的第32区。
- 注3：邪冬之巅(Felwinter Peak)军阀邪冬统治过的领土，位于发射基地附近，俯瞰瘟疫之地。在它的顶峰是东方天文台(在地图池的熔炉地图)和钢铁神庙，是钢铁领主们的古老据点。
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原文：
Lord Felwinter
Deep inside a clandestine stronghold sat the dark horse Felwinter and Citan, warlord of the 32nd Sector of Old Russia. A polished obsidian table rested heavily between them.
"Didn't think you'd have the courage to come back here," said the warlord.
"Situational awareness. Not courage. I go where I can do the most good. Thank you for seeing me." Felwinter's voice sounded as hollow as his helmet. Citan wanted to knock it clean off the Iron Lord's bony shoulders. He could do it with a single punch.
"As I recall, you used to have a throne on that Light-forsaken peak, 'til you joined up with the wolves. You're the only warlord I know who held an entire, mountain."
"Felwinter Peak."
"No one ever calls it that."
"The Iron Lords do. Though they did ask me to take that throne down."
Citan's laugh shook the room."How is losing territory ever a good thing for a warlord?" Felwinter folded his hands atop the table. Underneath it, Citan made two fists, a crescent of Light flickering between them.
"Join us and find out," said the Iron Lord.
"Turn your sector over to us. You can still patrol it, of course."
Citan's voice lowered."Of course. You know I'll refuse."
"Then we'll put you down, and take your territory by force. Over and over again if we have to."
"I invite you to my home after you abandon us, and you come to threaten me?" The warlord stood, towering over Felwinter.
"To broker peace." Citan thought that even the voice behind the helmet didn't believe what it said. The floor shuddered as the warlord upended the massive table with one hand. It smashed into the opposite wall, as tendrils of Void Light passed through it and coalesced into Felwinter's leaping form.
Citan had seen this parlor trick before, and judged that he could hammer the Iron Lord out of the air—
But Felwinter's momentum continued into a knee-lift that smashed into Citan's head as the larger man reared back to strike. The warlord fell, the front of his helm shattering. Felwinter landed next to Citan's prone body.
"Lady Jolder taught me that. I can't say the Iron Lords haven't done me any favors," the voice intoned. "You know we'll burn the world down before we let the Iron Lords rule it," the larger man gasped, breathing out of his mouth, his face a bloody mess. The Void Light in Felwinter's hand snapped--and so did the warlord's neck.
"Radegast is scattered. Perun is indecisive. Silimar wants to build a tower and hide. But they're going to change the world; no one can stop them," Felwinter said quietly to the corpse. He parted his coat and drew a bronze shotgun." Will it be for the better? I don't know. But they mean to end the fighting, so I don't have to sleep with my back to the wall every night, Light in my hand. And that's not nothing."
He paused, as if waiting for something.
"Normally, this is where I ask you to reconsider. Tell you that you should come with me. See how powerful your Light can become. But I know you, Citan. What you do with the land you take, with its people. The other Lords--especially Saladin— might let you walk away. I'm not going to give them the chance."
Citan's Ghost sparked into view from above, bringing its eye to bear on its fallen charge. The warlord emerged from a radiant column, a frenzied shout at his lips.
Felwinter's shotgun cracked like thunder— once for the warlord, and again for his Ghost.