Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 115 Blood of the Wolf
Alimara's trembling arm shot, undoubtedly deviated from the side of the black orc.

Roel cursed. "Calm down, calm down, Miss." He held Alimara's shoulders, only to find that the normally strong huntress had tears on her cheeks.

She gave up everything to come here, so why not for this?
She threw off Roel's arm, took out the bomb and the long sword, and wanted to use everything she had learned to avenge her.

Both Nock and Roel shouted at the same time. "Alimara!"

Then she drew her own weapon and followed, but Alimara was out of her mind at the moment and just charged blindly. Fortunately, the "bayonet" and "giant sword" behind her could quickly harvest those plotters.

And the command of the troops below actually fell on the head of the poor pockmarked boy Ryan. He raised his sword but didn't know where to slash until the green skins came down from the hillside.

He remained timid and deaf to command, his blade disorganized until the blade of a greenskin brushed his cheek.

The rough and disgusting weapon had an unpleasant smell of green skins, which awakened his instinct of disgusting green skins as a Quenarisi.

"Ahhh!" When he roared amazingly, the blade cut off the orc's head with a beautiful oblique angle, and the adventurers and the wolves looked at this unremarkable guy in surprise.

Ryan shouted like his teacher. "What are you looking at! If you don't want to die, just work!"

With his efforts, the front line at the foot of the mountain continued to rise.

And when Alimara ran up to the top of the hill, the Black Orc also saw the strange Bretonnian girl, who frowned first, and then subconsciously covered her missing pupils with her hands.

"Xiami... Are you the son of that hunter?"

At this moment, the orc grasped the strong neck of the dog with its dark green hands, and the breathless wolf king struggled. Its once arrogant and strong body is now extremely ugly, with hairs missing, and many axes. There are scars, the bones are visible in the wounds, the breath comes in less and out more, and there are only scratches on the black orc's armor.

That orc, he is undoubtedly excellent, excellent, as the boss of the orc guarding two mortars, he is very clear about the real reason for this battle, which is scary enough as a green skin.

And the wolves are afraid of the power that the green skins get, the power of black powder, and need to settle the grievances of the wolves, but the wolf king has been defeated.

At this moment, if the adventurers and chivalrous knights hadn't cut into melee one after another to help the wolves gradually occupy the passage on the hillside, making the wolves feel that they could leave with their king, they might have already left.

On the hillside, Alimala's eyes were red. She held a long sword and pointed at the orc boss.

"Beast, it's time to end."

The black orc laughed too, and threw the wolf king aside like rubbish. The wolf's body was spread on the ground like sackcloth, without heaving.

"Ha~ Brother Mao, I thought that bastard Xiami was the only reckless human being."

"After all, you are weak and cowardly."

The atmosphere was tense, and Roel and Nock were still entangled by a steady stream of orcs. They felt that they could not be tarnished by someone challenging their boss.

So much so that the intensity with which they attacked the two was simply outrageous. Roel's rifle was already soaked with green skin's blood, and the ticking made him unable to hold the gun.

"Damn, are these guys crazy?" Roel took a long breath, and then immediately cursed, Jazz also kicked away a disgusting goblin, explaining.

"They think dueling is one of the most waaagh things, and this group of disgusting things won't let us trample on this so-called honor!"

The two struggled hard. If it wasn't for the wolves and adventurers who attracted many enemies, they might have been defeated by the continuous orc attacks.

A mess of crude weapons greeted them, roaring past, and Roel could only pray that Tal would protect Alimara.

Alimara, who was in the confrontation, also lit the bomb. She didn't have Roel's iron explosive bomb, nor did she have powerful skill bonuses. They were all simple paper bombs developed by herself, and the effect was probably equivalent to firecrackers.

With Roel's skills, he could barely kill people, but in the hands of the girl, it was really only a toy. Maybe Roel's second kick made with modern technology in his previous life was much better than it.

But the orc boss didn't know the details of this thing. He only smelled a burst of gunpowder, and immediately raised his arm to resist the explosion in surprise, but he quickly realized that the weapon was louder than the rain.

late!The sharp blade was inserted through the gap of his abdominal armor, the long sword was inserted into the tough flesh of the green skin, and the red liquid dripped out of it.

Cyclops hadn't felt pain for a long time, and this kind of attack made him even more excited. After panting heavily, he swung the iron ax as fast as lightning, but after all, he was passive, and Alimara was better prepared.

The improvement of training and physique made the poor girl dodge in shock. Although the female body gave her a real wound on the orc boss she didn't attack, it also allowed her to avoid the deadly battle axe.

But she is not a soldier after all, and she played with the bomb at most once. One eye spit out a mouthful of mist, and the red one eye shone under the end of the month.

"Xiami, you look delicious."

He was praising, praising this human being, at least his kid couldn't hurt him, and he couldn't help crying, moody.

He was lamenting that he was exiled in the damned place of Bretonnia, in the Southern Badlands, he could definitely live a more waaagh, stronger life!
But he offended a powerful warlord, and he could only recuperate in Oka Mountain, but the green skins here were too weak, which made him not happy enough to play, and it was difficult for him to grow his body.

Even so, his rich combat experience makes him a leader among the orcs, and his strong physique makes him invincible.

At this moment, the oppressive feeling of a real orc boss dissipated along with his wounds, and the boys began to have more fun, move faster, and fight crazier.

That terrible, amazing battle cry echoed in the dense forest.

"waaaagh!"

Alimara's anger was also covered by this situation, and gradually turned into powerless fear. She turned around at this moment, only to find that her two teachers were actually struggling with the green skins, just to protect herself.

She took a deep breath and suppressed her fear, but the gap in strength was still there. The green skin was the master here, and she stretched out her hand to touch the only iron bomb in her satchel.

And when the adventurers began to reduce their numbers due to the green skin attacks, the chivalrous knights and Roel's guards could only stay together, constantly facing the green skin attacks from all directions.

The pack of wolves had almost dissipated, only a few of the strongest and most powerful were still fighting. Under the hill, the fallen bodies became hills, and the smell of blood and iron filled the air.

The green evil moon is in the sky, and it will always bestow blessings on those terrible creatures.

The one-eyed orc immediately swung the battle ax with great force and vastness, and the sharp blade made a whirring sound, which was the low hum of the air being broken.

Alimara could only give up lighting the bomb and put her long sword horizontally. She had counterattacked with all her strength, but her eyes couldn't keep up with the orc's attack, so she could only defend passively.

A moment later, a long sound of metal crashing spread across the night sky, and the long sword that had been inserted into the green leather broke completely at this moment, and the blade scattered like powder, and Alimara flew upside down, and the things on her body Scattered and smashed down the hills, life and death are unknown.

"Fuck!" Roel yelled. At this moment, the flint and steel fell out of Alimara's pocket and landed at his feet, but Roel's scalp was numb, and he thought in his head that this was his apprentice's last help. ?
Immediately shook his head again, not the last!
He picked up the flint and ignited the iron bomb fiercely, with a constant sizzling sound, before the fuse burned out, he threw it into the group of green skins in front of him.

When the kid and the goblin saw that thing coming, they ran away with their heads in their hands, and got down on the spot, but its power was comparable to that of a cannonball!
The explosion and roar caused those boys to be blown away, and the bombs strengthened by various skills were astonishingly powerful.

Noke was stunned for a moment, his cheeks were messed up, and his bloody hair was stuck together, but he still asked in surprise. "Why is your bomb so powerful?"

Roel just answered. "Shut up, hurry down and find my apprentice!"

But One Eye would not let them get what they wanted. He walked slowly, his rough armor glowing with moonlight, like a monster from hell.

There was still the girl's blood on the tomahawk, he licked it obsessively, and then spat it out again. "The hunter's blood also tastes like this, freedom? Hope? You Xiami always say this."

"Now, fight me, you two look more fun!"

Roel didn't want to get entangled with him, looking at the direction where Alimara fell on the hill, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"You disgusting bastard..." He could only scold, but he really couldn't do anything about this guy without black powder.

The situation took a turn for the worse, and the Jazz didn't have much strength. Even if they teamed up, it was hard to say that they could deal with this guy.

At this moment, the dying wolf king stood up at some point, blood flowed from its mouth, but it didn't fall down, it just stared at the corpses of wolves and people everywhere with its dead eyes.

And where the girl fell...

It uttered a cry like a cry, long and sad.

After a while, it used all its strength and slammed its body into the two mortars that were still connected to the wheels. The violent impact made it lose the strength to escape.

The little king crawled on the spot, as if asleep, the wolves went crazy at the moment, they crossed the greenskins, ignoring the battle line, and ran to the king even if they would be killed.

One-eyed looked left and right in surprise, because the two mortars were sliding down the hillside. "Go there, I won't allow it!"

He raised his hand, trying to stop it, but a wild wolf suddenly bit his arm. Even though the wolf was covered in bruises and its fur was peeling off, he was unwilling to let go.

"Get out!" One Eye instantly tore the poor creature apart, but more wolves continued to bite, and the two mortars landed in front of Roel and Nok impartially...

They glanced at each other, made up their minds at once, pushed up the cannon, and ran down like crazy.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Roel shouted heart-piercingly, and Jazz also blew the horn to retreat. At this moment, the last warrior of the wolves was also killed by One Eye, and his armor was wet with blood, but he was not happy.

"Boys! Kill them!"

There was a long chase in the forest. Several musketeers stood on the truck with the mortar and kept shooting. Other adventurers either pushed or protected them, unwilling to hand over the thing.

Dead branches and rotten leaves flew around, small trees were smashed straight down, and the wheels of the trucks rattled until the mortar was dragged out of the edge of the forest and a group of people entered the plain.

The auspicious moon shines high in the sky, and the bright light shines on the ground. People sit on the ground limply, rejoicing that they survived, and mourning for the dead people and creatures.

Roel was in a very bad mood. He sat on the mortar, thinking that he chose the mortar instead of his disciple, right?
He lowered his head, his eyes overflowed with rare moisture, when Jazz came to comfort him, he immediately wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, and said as if nothing happened.

"We'll come back tomorrow to find her..."

The Jazz didn't answer, he just pointed to the side of the truck, I don't know when a wolf ran out with them, but it should be the last wolf, with blood all over its body and no wounds, it should be the enemy's, its appearance is not the same as The wolf king looked a bit like it, especially its pupils shone with astonishing light, the light of hatred.

And on its back, a brown-haired girl was lying quietly, and a piece of flesh and blood seemed to have been lost on her right arm.

"Alimara!" Roel shouted excitedly...

(End of this chapter)