Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 148 Chase Battle
Is the mighty vampire dead?Of course not, he is now disgraced, his horse is falling apart, and his armor is dented.

The anger made him show his original appearance ferociously, with his fangs exposed, which was terrifying and hateful.

"Who is it, who is it!"

Dimensional graphite green fragments scattered on the ground, a large amount of chaotic magic power dissipated in the world, but more of the ground fell into corruption. I am afraid that the nearby plains will not be able to grow plants in a thousand years, and there will be countless mutations.

This situation is sad for Nock and any lord, especially Grantset himself. Just think about being thrown a stinky thing in front of your old house...

Moreover, the cracking of the dimensional stone dissipated a large amount of magic power in the world, and only small fragments still had magic power. Although it was enough for use, it would definitely not produce endless legions of the dead.

Seeing such a situation, the knights were both regretful and happy in their hearts. It was a pity that they could not recover the dimension stone and could not save this land. They were happy that the vampire's plan was not completed perfectly.

Granset looked angrily at the distance where the horn sounded. There is no doubt that the strange spell just now has something to do with the horn blower!

His body turned into a bat, and his huge muscle density and wind of death made his bat existence like a dark cloud. As one of the oldest surviving vampires in Bretonnia, his power is almost second only to the existence of the legendary lord.

Seeing this situation, Roel immediately felt his scalp go numb. "Run to the camp, I'm going to the west, don't worry about me!"

Elena shook her head. "I will go with you."

Roel seldom loses his temper with women, but he scolded directly. "You stinky mouth, go back quickly, you will only drag me down!"

Elena pressed her slender hand to her mouth and let out a sigh...it doesn't stink...then angrily led the adventurers away. "You short-lived ghost, if you want to die, you will die!"

But is she really mad?No, she also lived for hundreds of years, how could she not see what Roel was thinking.

But support him, he is the one who can bring miracles...

Granset saw the man holding the horn running out of the line to the west, and he instantly understood what the other side was thinking.

Protect your companions?a little spine...

Are vampires really evil?This topic has been a very small topic for a while among some niche scholars in the empire, and some of them finally assume that the free will of vampires is actually not controlled too much by the creator of necromancy.

At least the vampires of the major bloodlines are now completely out of the control of that existence, and today's vampires are more like humans who are extremely extreme in their love.

This kind of situation also appeared among the magicians who studied the purple wind at the Eight Winds Academy, and it also made some people think that vampires are a human mutant form that is closely integrated with the Eight Winds.

But this heretical idea was quickly dismissed, vampires are vampires, evil creatures!
They are not necessarily more human than Chaos Eggs!
And now a mule was running across the plain, and the sight of it led Nock to run westward together.

He clamped his dislocated and fractured right hand with branches and belts, and walked towards Roel enduring the pain.

A lot of this action is out of fear, and of course there is a feeling that I have been defeated by my ancestors.

But whether it was Grantset or Nock, they quickly discovered one thing, something wrong.

Why can't I catch up with the mule?
Roel is now holding the tether in one hand, and sliding around in the air with the other, looking at a lot of acceleration effects and characteristics of himself, such as the Lone Ranger, such as the runner.

Equivalent to what?Now he can run faster than a pack horse by himself, not to mention that his Miss Mule is very good in terms of endurance and speed.

That's right, Miss Mule's running speed is comparable to that of a war horse at this moment, and her endurance is astonishing. Mules are animals for work and pulling goods, and they are the most powerful mounts if they meet the speed requirements during long distances.

Granset and Nock were able to keep up at first, but as their physical strength declined, it gradually became slower.

Turning into a bat consumes a lot of vampires. Even though Granset is strong, he can't help but start to feel weak.

On the other hand, Roel is about to cross the plain and sink into the forest. When his Faith Tower skill is activated, the speed will be even better!
Running away?No one in the entire Old Continent can run faster than him!
Unsurprisingly, Roel entered the forest and accelerated again after a while. Both Granset and Nock at the back were stunned.

But he forgot one thing, that is, the forest is full of greenskin creations, especially during the high-pressure scouting battle during this period, the greenskins created many strange things in the forest.

For example, strange traps that use snotlings as bait, and trees that are carved to look like fur, but the most deadly is indeed the goblin bunker.

This thing is extremely disgusting for horse riders. It was built directly on the inconspicuous and difficult path of the forest, and it was covered with dead leaves. Roel almost tripped if he didn't pay attention!
"Fuck, fuck!" He jumped over a bunker, his heart still beating, it was so exciting, what kind of prop competition?

In contrast, Granset surpassed Roel in speed because he entered the forest and hovered at a high altitude.

Fortunately, Roel used his various actions to alert the traps in the forest, and Noke was not hindered too much after following at the end.

The distance between the three was getting closer and closer, and they gradually gathered in a line, one point at a time, until Roel finally tripped.

It was a particularly "genius" trap, probably a particularly conspicuous underground pit, roughly covered with fallen leaves, but when you want to jump over it, you will suddenly find it.

There was a piece of floating wood carved in the shape of Brother Mao fixed on the top of this thing, and there was a beautiful "bang" sound when the head collided with Brother Mao's face.

Roel clutched his head and fell off the mule. "I fuck you green skins!"

He bumped hard, and Granset also came out of the air and landed, turning back into a human form. The powerful vampire count didn't even want to use a knife on this farmer, he just raised his foot and stomped on it.

At this moment, Nok was riding a horse, holding the giant sword with his crippled arm, and charging forward. "Who dares to hurt him!"

The vampire count could only turn around immediately, reversed his attack on the giant sword, kicked the blade off with one kick, the horse rolled over, and Nok fell to the ground.

But this also bought time. Roel took out the smoke bomb, ignited it violently, and smashed it to the ground.

Grantsett cursed secretly. "little tricks!"

The dwarf's smog filled the forest, and the vampire count's sensitive hearing and eyesight directed him toward the two at once.

But found that he couldn't find the enemy?
Don't ask, it's dwarf technology.

(End of this chapter)