Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 135
When the iron claws smashed the corpse demon and its armor, the powdered bones and armor fragments fell together. It's a pity that the rotten land can't grow new shoots, otherwise the land will be fertile.

One-Eyed brandished his new weapon with a menacing presence, and the waaagh generated by the vast orc legion blocked the death winds and dulled the skeletons and zombies.

What didn't defeat the orcs would only make them stronger. When a large number of goblins shot arrows and destroyed the bodies of the dead, things kept falling, and the greenskins just became more and more cheerful, and Pete Fonti's cheeks were also hung. dissatisfied.

"Those beasts, those beasts...!"

But his noble qualities made him calm down very quickly. He just squinted his eyes to feel the magic power of Bafeng more carefully, making the dead on the battlefield agile.

The current situation on the battlefield does not require him to use his mana, he is just the green skin of the defeated army...

The joy of waaagh sprinkled on the battlefield, causing the eight winds to freeze and blood to fly.

When the greenskin boys cut off the body of the cannon fodder with their rotten machetes, the goblins pulled the chariot and rammed it into the wight, crackling, crackling, the whole battlefield was like a stage, which became the joy of the greenskins.

The necromancer showed embarrassment, because he could feel the dead with his mana falling down in batches. He raised his white arm, and the huge mana struck out like lightning, blowing away a piece of green skin.

And this distance is about 400 meters, which is almost double the range of Roel. At the point of the explosion, the ground sank into scorched brown marks, and only the Cyclopes were still standing there, exhaling a mouthful of mist, and their skin was covered by an unknown force. destroy.

"Cool!" he replied, grabbing one of the mage's favorite wights, and paying back the spell his way.

With a click, the wight demon snapped off at the waist, and its magic-driven body struggled continuously until the orc's big feet crushed its head.

Tough, whether it is resistance to magic or physical strength, they have already shown the horror of the green skins. The mage's face is ugly and tight, and the green skins also came to the gate of the castle as if they were playing and playing.

This time they don't need to break the door, they are chirping at the dilapidated manor and the broken fence, and the most eye-catching thing for the green skins is undoubtedly the black knights riding the dead horses in the courtyard .

There were a hundred black knights in total, their pupils were shining like phosphorous fire, and the horses were all skeletons, buried with their masters.

They came farther than the land of Bretonnia, the warriors of the nomads before humans formed cities.

They were the beginning of human civilization and are now the end.

The horns blazed and echoed in the courtyard, and in the castle white as jade and shining like silver, evil greenskins and black knights clashed, blood and flesh, iron and swords.

Plop, plop, plop, the green skins were knocked to pieces like stray dogs, but the thick team of boys was also a wall, blocking the knight's impact.

When One-Eyed found the opportunity to dismount a terrifying undead horse, he rode on the undead horse with great interest, brandishing his weapon like a Bretonnian knight.

Very funny!
The symphony of swords, guns, swords and halberds in the castle surrounded the battlefield, One Eye crushed his BMW and broke it into pieces, and the orcs danced with the dead.

On the city wall, the necromancer was troubled by the fact that he underestimated these damned greenskins.

When he is not afraid, because the owner of the castle is still resting.

In the dark and damp place in the castle hall, unlike the white and beautiful appearance, many bright red silks were hung inside, on the throne made of thorns and thorns, the red armor was inlaid with golden runes, and the white cheeks, Sophisticated and cool.

When he gently shook the wine glass in his hand, he didn't know whether it was wine or some viscous liquid that ran across the edge of the glass.

"Useless guy."

There are two black blades, leaning against the throne, like well-behaved hounds. When its owner stood up and held it with his withered arms, he seemed to be yelling something in a low voice again.

Why did One Eye attack here? Besides Roel's plan, is he chasing anything?
During the chaotic battle, the black orc smelled the smell of blood, so he raised his eyes, let go of the black knight in his hand, and looked into the castle as if he saw a treasure.

The door was slowly opened by the ghoul, and the monarch with a sword stepped out of his castle, wanting to see who disturbed his peace.

The sun's rays sprinkled on his armor, dark red, like blood, not bright, but a little light-absorbing.

The black knights immediately backed away, clung to his side, and knelt down on one knee.

He is the master of this place and the true ancestor, the blood knight, the first generation Granset, the knight of the Duke of Musilon, the nightmare of Bretonnia.

Seeing the appearance of the vampire who cut off his own arm, the one-eyed iron limb began to ache. Green skin has never had a good vocabulary, but if he had to describe it, it would be...

"waaaaagh!"

Charge, you can't imagine that such a big thing can charge, and it is extremely fast. The one-eyed person who has always been challenged has found his own excitement at this moment.

He seems to have returned to the South Badlands, where there are so many powerful bosses, and the warlord let him climb, he smiled, stuck out his tongue frantically, and raised his giant pincers like riding a gun.

When the Vampire Earl Knight just realized that the enemy was coming, it was already too late. Although he had been fighting for a hundred years, he was still staggered by the orc.

The blood-red armor was abnormally dented in a large piece. The first-generation Granset looked at his equipment, but also smiled.

The beast had grown stronger, he realized, and his slightly lighthearted demeanor changed.

"Stupid, ignorant, disgusting greenskin!"

"You are my strongest enemy after the battle with my lord, come on!"

Answer his words. "waaagh!"

When the staggered sound of violent iron tools echoed on the plain, it was like drums beating on the sky over the Old Continent.

At this moment, on the hill and in the mud castle, in Roel's eyes, there was only the roar and shout that covered the sky and the sun. Since the time when the green skins entered the castle, something has changed.

A trace of cold sweat flowed out of his forehead. When a group of boys carried the Cyclops away from the gate of the castle, its iron arm was cut off again.

A man in red armor looked no different from a human being, but he grabbed the huge iron hand with only one hand and threw it on the side of the road like garbage.

The bastard let the greenskin go again, and he was so looking forward to the next challenge, the next challenge, that he couldn't bear to attack this "cute" beast.

And Roel looked at this situation, and silently judged one thing in his heart.

This vampire is a waver, and he will overturn sooner or later!
(End of this chapter)