Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 142
Things got into a bad situation. The wolf cub rolled a few times and stood up tremblingly. Blood flowed from his hair, and more stained it, like a piece of rotten meat.

Alimara was even more painful in her heart, but she just continued to shoot indifferently. When the lead bullets of the projectiles sank into the green skin's flesh and blood again and again, and because of her growing size and loss of arms, he was no longer able to defend well. There are also reasons for being too close.

The projectile sank into his flesh and blood a little bit, reducing his physical strength, but he didn't care, because he felt that this incident made the boys worship him even more.

Maybe what those little things are thinking in their heads is that I can't stand it once I send it, but the boss actually ignores it, what a tm waaagh!
This kind of madness lasted for a long time, even if his armor at the dead corner had been smashed, revealing his green skin, traces of arrows and bombs fell on it, and there were still wolf claws, but the strength was not strong enough, not enough.

It just makes him more ferocious, more jovial, and his willingness to have humans as an appetizer makes him more "hungry".

When the two ladies discovered this situation, they were almost powerless. The longbow couldn't penetrate the flesh and blood, and the bullets could hardly hit the inside. They only used the sword to cut a hole in its skin, but it didn't kill them.

But when a green skin grows to such a huge size, he has almost no natural enemies, and it is difficult for nature and manpower to kill him.

Except if you are a green skin of the same level, or have enough firepower, the army, no matter how bad it is, there will be the attention of the gods, but they have nothing.

At this moment, in the eyes of the orcs, these are two actors, constantly playing dances to make them and their boss more happy.

"Lilith, what kind of beast is this..." Elena showed a rare look of panic, she had never seen such a powerful individual during the journey, and the elf's sensitive spirit was buzzing with its barbarity.

Fear, terrified... She is not a god, and she is only a mortal existence, but when she was timid, Alimara posted on Elena, whispered a few words in her ear, and stuffed something for her .

Elena sighed, she nodded again, and then said to herself, do you want to retreat?Will the proud children of the forest?

She came out of the dagger, buzzing loudly, flashing light, like a delicate bird passing through the leaves, attacking the dead corner of the orc.

Can one eye see?I can see it!Can you keep up?catch up!A moment later, the orc's huge body twisted abnormally, and the left-handed battle ax attacked and slashed at the elf.

But Elena jumped up out of thin air, like a leaf, somersaulted forward, and slashed through the attack of the giant axe, making the bystanders surprised.

If the one-eyed arm hadn't been cut off, he could have caught this female "human", but right now he was struggling just to slash.

The dagger pierced through the flesh and slashed through the green muscles. She also stuffed many broken stones and strange black iron pieces into the skin, making the wound on the stiff orc's waist even more hideous.

"Ahhh!"

Can't touch it!One-eyed he can't touch!

"Boy, come here and help me take it out!" He gritted his teeth and ordered the boys, but when he turned to look at the gap he made, only the farmer was repairing it.

The corpses of the boys all over the ground were all shot in the head. Although the green skins were not defeated, it was difficult to break through the wooden wall.

"Ahhh!" One-eyed furiously raised his giant axe and smashed down the wooden wall, but was suddenly bitten by a wolf's roar on the right side, and the stinging pain made him unable to help but let go of the weapon.

You know, it's a terrible thing to make the green skin hurt so much...

"Xiami..." At this moment, the one-eyed man is getting more and more angry, and the scarlet blood is all over the ground. He has been strong and incomparable all his life, but he is about to die to several human females, human farts?

The scarlet pupils widened abnormally, and anger rolled all over his body. When such an abnormality appeared, Elena, Alimara, and Wumeng little wolf couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The peasants were even more frightened, slumped on the ground, and those with a bit of backbone could run away.

When the orc's anger filled the air, a huge shout that covered the sky and the sun rang out.

"waaaaggh!"

"Waaaagh!"

If we say that the battle cry that humans fear the most, it may be the madness of followers of Chaos, it may be the voice of Chaos Gods, or it may be the roar of Beastmen.

But let people choose the most memorable, whether it is Lady Kisley, the Empire, the Bretonnians, or the Southern Kingdoms, or even the inhabitants of the mountains, they will all choose the battle cry of a race.

Greenskin!

The huge sound echoing on the plain made the undead, knights, and even gunners couldn't help but look sideways at the source of the sound.

The dark green energy is mixed with bright red things, stimulated by the naked eye in the physical world, the boys' worship of the boss is full of vitality, making the body of the orc grow abnormally, and the lost arm grows granulation.

Alimara also felt a little familiar, like...the beast man who took her uncle away that night, but this one in front of her seemed...successful?

The traces of chaotic power had little effect on the greenskin, but it just made him feel refreshed, and the one-eyed eyes were very clear, what's wrong with it, they were kind and kind to his kid.

This is Gogo's reward for his decades of war, this is the coronation given by the Chaos Gods to the chaos maker, and he ate it all. At this moment, he spit out the longest and most refreshing mouthful when he came to Bretonnia breathe.

He was happy and yelling happily.

"I'm the most, waaagh, I'm the most, the biggest, the most, the strongest!"

The one-eyed man stopped every word, whether it was a vampire, a knight, a human shrimp or a skeleton, they all became their food, and they all became their admiration for themselves!

At this moment, this guy who keeps fighting has finally stepped into the world of orc warlords, and he has become huge, strong, and brutal.

Tmd he never liked Bretonnia that much in his life!There are so many interesting things here!He wants to kill, kill, win, win!
"Boys! Here we go!"

Soon, a goblin suddenly shouted. "Boss! What's buzzing!"

At this moment, the entire western battlefield stopped, and the orcs passed the terrified peasants, and put their ears on the orcs' waists.

sizzle sizzle…

"Boss is really making noise!"

At this moment, Cyclops realized that the two humans facing him didn't have the slightest fear, they were so frightened that they ran away...

His expression changed immediately. "No! No! Make it...!" He kept trying to clasp his waist with his hands, but he couldn't touch it, but even if he touched it, he couldn't break open his armor-like skin

boom!
A huge sound exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist around the orc's waist. It was Roel's iron-cased bullet, and only Alimara had one, which was powerful and small enough to be stuffed into the wound.

After the one-eyed scream, it was the surprised gazes of the boys. The powerful and invincible orc warlord was blown to pieces because of the prank of the elves.

His strong vitality made him continue to curse the human beings opposite, but Alimara just walked forward silently, using the black fire to meet the eyeball that had been destroyed by her father long ago.

"Good night, my enemy."

Bang, two roars of black powder, a terrible life.

(End of this chapter)