The son of the God-Emperor in Warhammer Fantasy

The bandit base was indeed well-hidden. The group's hideout was in a cave resembling a bear's den, typically an unappealing place to rest. 

Passing through the tunnel, Ryan found it surprisingly spacious, clearly reinforced by the bandits. Torches hung on the rocky walls, and the sounds of eating and drinking games echoed from within.

"You call for entry," Ryan said, smiling as he squeezed the neck of the small leader, Noah. Noah knew that if he refused, his neck would be instantly crushed.

"Boss, it's me, Noah. Open up!" Noah called, and the door was easily opened.

"Noah? What are you doing back here?" The bandit leader was puzzled to see Noah returning with his head down.

"B-boss, I…"

"What? Why are you back? Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on the camp below?" The bandit leader yelled angrily.

"It's me looking for you."

"Who are you?!"

The newcomer didn't bother with words, immediately swinging his warhammer down towards the bandit leader.

"Traitor!" The bandit leader realized a betrayal had occurred. He kicked the table up, dodging Ryan's attack. Food and soup splashed towards Ryan, who sidestepped, causing it to hit Noah instead.

"Traitor! Traitor! Noah betrayed us! Kill this knight!" The bandit leader shouted, grabbing a spear from the wall and hurling it at Ryan.

Ryan casually caught the spear and threw it back, impaling a bandit behind him against the wall. The bandit struggled to pull the spear from his chest but soon went limp.

"Yes, that's him. He's the boss's right-hand man. We call him Second Boss!" the small leader exclaimed, realizing his predicament. He turned to Ryan and shouted, "Knight... Knight sir, I've fulfilled your request! Goodbye!"

With that, Noah grabbed a spear and ran outside.

The bandits were stunned by the sudden turn of events, standing frozen.

"Don't just stand there! Attack him!" The bandit leader shouted, "Or do you want this knight to kill us all?"

"If I were you, I'd run. I only intend to kill him. If you scatter, I can't chase all of you, right?" Ryan said, pointing his warhammer at the leader.

"...The boss is done for! Run!" One of the bandits shouted, and they all scattered, leaving only the bandit leader and Ryan in the cave.

"What made you all turn to banditry?" Ryan asked, approaching with his warhammer raised.

"We lost our land and homes. Should I just wait to die at home?" The bandit leader retreated, his voice filled with bitterness. "You leeches of the state took our land, our property, and now you come for our lives?"

"Ah, you're all the same. You take everything from the peasants. The land is ours, but the grain is yours. The rivers are ours, but the fish are yours," the bandit leader said, steadying himself. He knew he stood no chance against a knight, especially one bearing the White Wolf insignia.

"So your revenge is to take the lives and belongings of innocent travelers and merchants? Just because you lost everything, others must suffer too?" Ryan remained unmoved.

The bandit leader's tale might be tragic, but in every era, there is exploitation and oppression. Does his suffering justify his victims' deaths?

What logic is that?

"Ha!" The bandit leader suddenly lunged, his sword aimed at Ryan's elbow. Ryan blocked it effortlessly, the sword bouncing off. The disparity in their skills was vast. If Ryan wished, he could end the bandit's life at any moment.

"Tell me what's in the mountains. I might spare you," Ryan offered.

"Really?" The bandit leader seemed hopeful.

"Of course."

"There's a group of goblins on the other side of the mountain, with over twenty wolves and thirty spearmen," the bandit leader said, his back now against the wall.

"And?"

"There's also a very large silver boar with tentacles around here, but I haven't seen it."

"Good. Anything else?" Ryan seemed pleased, one hand leaving his warhammer to stroke his chin in apparent interest.

"And... Die, scum!" The leader pretended to think, then suddenly drew a dagger and thrust it at Ryan's chest.

The dagger had barely emerged when Ryan grabbed the leader's wrist. In an irresistible grip, the dagger reversed and plunged into the instigator's chest.

"You... you did this on purpose..." The bandit leader gasped, looking in disbelief at the dagger in his chest before falling silent.

"I considered it, but in the end, I decided not to let you go," Ryan sneered, shaking his head. "Now, your ill-gotten gains are mine."

Ryan began inspecting the bandit hideout. Most of their loot was food, which was nearly exhausted, and their weapons were in poor condition. He found two gold denars on the leader's body, taking them as his fee.

Exiting the cave, Ryan found Noah and a few others waiting with torches. "What's this? Didn't I tell you to run?"

"Knight sir, where can we escape to?" An older bandit placed his pitchfork on the ground and knelt, hands raised in surrender. "We're almost out of food. If you don't mind, there's some left in the cave. Can you give it to us?"

All spoils from defeating bandits belonged to the leading noble.

"Take anything else you want, but please leave us the food. We're starving," Noah pleaded, kneeling.

Ryan sighed. Some things were inevitable. If they weren't desperate, they wouldn't have turned to banditry. Truly capable bandits operated on major trade routes.

"Go in and take what you need. Even bandits shouldn't go hungry," Ryan gestured, letting them into the cave.

"The best food always went to the boss. If we had a good haul, we ate well. If not, we starved," Noah explained, quickly grabbing a box of black bread and devouring a piece hungrily, as if it were a roasted lamb leg.

"I have some black bread left. Take it," Ryan offered some black bread from his space ring. He didn't eat it anyway. "Find another path. Don't stay as bandits. Snow will soon block the mountain passes. Hurry and find a way out."

"Thank you, sir! You're a good man. May the Lady of Fortune bless you. We swear we'll never be bandits again." The former bandits wept with gratitude. One remembered something. "This stone was taken from a passing dwarf. You might know how to use it, being a noble knight. Farewell."

Ryan accepted the stone, realizing it was a damaged dwarf identification rune. "Alright, farewell."

"Farewell!" The bandits quickly vanished into the forest with their food.

After watching them leave, Ryan pocketed the rune stone and headed back down the mountain.

The bandit group had disbanded. It was time to return to camp.

He had only walked a few dozen steps when he sensed something amiss.

A cold wind carried a faint metallic smell. Ryan saw a large creature moving through the dark forest, its body making a rustling sound among the trees.

Ryan gathered his psychic energy, rubbing his warhammer, which ignited with blue flames. He saw the creature clearly.

A large boar, entirely silver, over 2.5 meters long, extremely robust, with tusks as thick as a child's arm, aimed directly at Ryan. Its large nostrils exhaled steam, and it pawed the ground with a forehoof, eyes full of hostility.

It was ready to fight.

"Unlucky! Those bandits stayed here for so long without encountering this beast..." Ryan gripped his warhammer tightly, his eyes burning with battle lust.

Come on!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!" The silver boar charged at Ryan, its powerful hind legs propelling it forward rapidly. In a few breaths, it was upon Ryan. Ryan braced himself, slightly sidestepping and raising his warhammer.

"Boom!" The boar leapt three meters before Ryan, aiming its massive tusks at him. Its huge body descended, trying to impale Ryan.

"Ahhhhh!" Ryan swung his warhammer with all his might, aiming for the boar's face.

"What?!" Instead of being struck, the boar dodged mid-air. Its silver tusks left a shallow white mark on Ryan's face.

"Damn!" Ryan touched his face. If not for his extraordinary physique, he would have been scarred.

"Roar!" The boar landed three meters behind Ryan, howling in triumph. Its tail swept snow, and its bristles began to stand up, shining like metal.

"Whoosh!" The bristles shot off like steel needles, whistling towards Ryan.

Ryan spun his warhammer rapidly, forming a vortex that deflected all the bristles.

Seeing a bristle embedded like a metal rod in a nearby tree trunk, Ryan stopped his spinning. A blue fireball formed in the air, and he swung his warhammer, sending the fireball towards the boar. The boar easily sidestepped and charged again.

"Come on! Fight!" Ryan charged towards the boar.

Heavy boots and sturdy hooves left prints in the forest floor.

Closer, in Ryan's vision, the boar's form grew larger. Two or three meters away, the silver boar leapt again.

Now!

Ryan fell backward, sliding under the boar's belly.

The boar's soft, vulnerable

 belly was exposed. Ryan struck with his warhammer as they passed, hitting three inches below the belly.

"Ow!" The boar shrieked, its body deflating like a punctured ball, tumbling in the snow. It lay on the ground, wailing. Ryan got up, ignoring its pleading eyes, and brought his warhammer down.

"Crack!" The boar's skull shattered. White brain matter spilled out. Its eyes turned white, and after a brief twitch, it stopped breathing.

"Done." Ryan exhaled. This was clearly a chaos-corrupted boar, mutated and powerful. Despite its strength, its mind hadn't caught up. It only knew to charge and use its tusks, with the addition of bristle firing. Its weak belly was its downfall, easily exploited by Ryan.

Otherwise, defeating this boar would have been very difficult, its hide tougher than iron.

Kneeling, Ryan performed a knight's salute, right hand on his chest, fingers on his White Wolf emblem.

"I dedicate this victory and spoils to the great White Wolf God. May the white flame of the wolf god always shine upon the North!"

"Ulric gave me the fangs of a wolf. Ulric gave me the claws of a wolf. Ulric gave me the coat of a wolf. And I, show the enemy the power of the wolf!"

With that, Ryan knelt, motionless.