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Ⅲ.Lord Felwinter
領主邪冬(注1)
在一個秘密據點的深處，坐著黑馬邪冬和舊俄羅斯第32區的軍閥西坦(注2)。一張擦的鋥亮的黑曜石桌子沉重地躺在他們中間。
“沒想到你還有膽量回來”，軍閥說。
“態勢感知。不是勇氣。我去我能做最多好事的地方。謝謝你肯見我。邪冬的聲音聽起來像他的頭盔一樣空洞。西坦想把它從這位鋼鐵領主瘦骨如柴的肩上打下來。他可以用一拳就能結果了他。
“我記得，你曾經在那座被光能遺忘的山峰上有一席之地，直到你加入了狼群。你是我認識的唯一一個擁有整座山的軍閥
“邪冬之巔。(注3)”
“從來沒有人這麼叫過。”
“鋼鐵領主們這麼說的。雖然他們確實要求我從寶座上下來。”
西坦的笑聲震撼了整個房間。失去領土對軍閥來說怎麼是一件好事呢？”邪冬雙手合十放在桌子上。在桌子下面，西坦握起了兩隻拳頭，一道新月的光在拳間閃爍。
“加入我們，找出答案”，鋼鐵領主說。“把你的地盤交給我們。當然，你仍然可以巡視它。”
西坦的聲音低了下來，“當然，你知道我會拒絕的。”
“然後我們會把你放倒，用武力奪取你的領土。如果有必要，一遍又一遍也無妨。
“在你拋棄我們之後我還我邀請你到我的地盤，現在你卻來威脅我？”軍閥站在那裡，高聳在邪冬之上。
“是為了促成和平。”西坦認為就連頭盔之後的聲音都不會相信這些鬼話。軍閥一隻手掀翻巨大的桌子時，地板都不寒而慄。它撞上了對面的牆，虛空之光的卷鬚穿過它，凝聚成邪冬的跳躍形態。
西坦以前見過這種小把戲，他認為能把鋼鐵領主從空中擊倒——
但邪冬的勢頭繼續下衝，一記膝擊正中西坦頭顱，那個身材魁梧的男人向後退去。軍閥倒下了，他的頭盔前面已經被擊碎。邪冬落在倒地不起的西坦旁邊。
“這是喬爾德教我的招。我不能說鋼鐵領主們沒有幫過我任何忙”，這聲音說道。“你知道的，在我們讓鋼鐵領主統治世界之前，我們會把世界燒燬”，這個大個子喘著粗氣，嘴裡呼出一口氣，臉上血淋淋的一團糟。邪冬手中的虛空之光啪啪作響，軍閥的脖子也啪啪作響。嘴裡，臉上血肉模糊。邪冬手中的虛空之光消失了——軍閥的脖子也消失了。
“拉德加斯特零零散散。佩倫優柔寡斷。西利馬爾想建造一座高塔並躲藏起來。但它們將改變世界；沒有人能阻止他們，“邪冬對屍體平靜地說。他張開外套，抽出一把青銅霰彈槍。這樣會更好嗎？我不知道。但他們的意思是要結束戰爭，所以我不必每天晚上背靠牆壁睡覺，手裡還握著光能。這還不算什麼。”
他停頓了一下，好像在等待什麼。
“通常，我會給你一個機會。告訴你，你應該和我一起去。看看你的光可以變得多麼強大。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麼，我都知道。其他領主——尤其是薩拉丁——可能會讓你滾一邊。我不會給他們這種機會的。
西坦的機靈從上方出現，將它的目光投向了它倒下的負光者。軍閥從四射光芒中站起來，他發出瘋狂的吼叫。
邪冬的獵槍像雷霆一般轟鳴——一槍是給軍閥，另一槍給他的機靈。
- 注1：邪冬(Felwinter)是鋼鐵領主的術士。一位前軍閥和虛空大師，為了和平加入鋼鐵領主，對敵軍軍閥極其無情。
- 注2：西坦(Citan)是一位殘酷的泰坦軍閥，在黑暗時代統治著舊俄羅斯的第32區。
- 注3：邪冬之巔(Felwinter Peak)軍閥邪冬統治過的領土，位於發射基地附近，俯瞰瘟疫之地。在它的頂峰是東方天文臺(在地圖池的熔爐地圖)和鋼鐵神廟，是鋼鐵領主們的古老據點。
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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.