Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 149
Safety?If you use smoke to isolate yourself from the beasts, and the wind will soon take away the fog, and when you are cut open, the so-called safety is just a joke.

Roel was sweating constantly on his forehead. Relying on his awareness of the breath of death, he could determine the approximate location of the enemy, but even if he shot, would he be able to kill him again?

In the face of the power close to the legend, any knight or black powder is fine. This vampire may be an event officer in the game, and his level is not low...

The reality is not a game, and the enemies that Roel needs to face will not be level 0, and he has no panel, but he is still a mortal.

The Warhammer world is extremely cruel, how ordinary people can survive, this question has troubled Roel for a long time, and now he thinks he can do it, but the reality is that he is still weak in the face of absolute power.

There are still about 20 seconds left. After 20 seconds, the smoke with a radius of 25 meters will probably dissipate. It is easy for Roel to run alone during this period, but what about Nock.

Want to save someone?What is he doing here!But if he didn't come, he might die...

With messy thoughts and real pain in front of us, it turns out that although heroism is useful in the Warhammer world, it only means death.

After thinking about it, it didn't take long to be honest, because there was not so much time, Roel rushed to Mr. Nock three seconds later.

When the smoke was about to clear at last, he lifted Nok, but Nok just shook his head again and again. Maybe he thought he should die?

If it's a stupid thing to make a sound here, of course, but Roel still slapped Nock hard in the face.

Maybe punching him was better, maybe kicking him was better, but that answer was more direct and made Nock stupefied than a slap that humiliated the knight.

Nock touched his cheek, stood up very quickly, and limped out of the fog with Roel until he could no longer see the dense forest behind him.

But how far can they go like this?The horse was missing, and Nok's weapon fell. Although Roel's condition is not bad, how far can he go with a person dragged.

They walked for a long time to the depths of the forest, thirsty and hungry, until the sun gradually set and the month of Moss rose, the dark forest was full of beasts and the rustling howls of the remaining green skins, and the spring still did not come. The fading cold wind brushed their cheeks.

Leaving society and being injured, they don't even have food to replenish their physical strength, and the vampires don't know if they will continue to look for them.

Noke's lips were very chapped, and his arms were purple like eggplants, but he said with a smile.

"Look at that, the two of us are still two veterans."

Roel didn't complain or refute. "Yeah, I'm already a veteran."

The light of the evil moon sprinkled in the forest, and the mud and blood stained their bodies, armor, and everything they carried.

In this part of Bretonnia, are the knights looking for them, or have they broken up where they are, or are they dividing supplies?
The two of them began to think wildly, there were various situations, various challenges, but probably the worst kind, the lords who had been distracted went back to their homes, and there was no victory and retake.

No more honor and no hope.

No more knights and peasants.

On the land where demons ravage.

In the plain where the wind of chaos never ceases.

The two leaned against each other, looking at the huge moon in the moon sky, smiling evilly in the sky forever.

Nock asked suddenly. "Ain't my story stupid."

Roel replied. "What's the use of mine, going against the sky?"

Nok chewed the word lightly. "Go against the sky, go against the sky, do you think the evil destructive power is the sky?"

Roel nodded. "I haven't said it to others, because my point of view is too desperate. The power of chaos is just like nature, leading everything into despair and pain."

"They are both natural rules and human nature. In comparison, civilization is a strange thing."

"The existence of humans, the existence of dwarves, and the existence of elves are interfered with."

Nock was dumbfounded. He had never thought this way since he was a child, because the Holy Grail is real, the heroes are right, and even though the war has never stopped, it can still be won.

Nock saw that Roel was so passive but worked so hard, and the complexity of people was probably like this.

"Why do you insist?"

Roel pursed his lips. Although there was not enough bodily fluid to moisten his lips, he still answered the question.

"Persistence is because I saw hope, shining like a candle in the night sky. Although it was blown out again and again, I still needed someone to light it."

"I want to try to protect that light before the world is ruined by Chaos demons."

Nock shook his head. "We've done a lot, don't talk now, I'm thirsty enough to drink three sacks."

"Look, I'm hallucinating, why is there such a clean little pond in the distance?!"

?Roel raised his head and looked in that direction, a clear spring was looming in the forest, covered by lush branches and fallen leaves, and shaded by green grass and bushes.

"That's the real thing, go, go, go."

Roel helped Nock up, and the two of them felt their tongues and throats smoke, and there was no place in their bodies that was comfortable.

Tal, Urik, Sigma, no matter who it was, Roel wanted to thank him, and the two buried their heads in the clean lake like wild beast pigs, bubbling.

When Roel was full, he saw that there were many fruits like blueberries in the nearby bushes. Although he couldn't eat enough, it was far better than now. He stretched out his hand and picked a lot, and he recovered and said to Nok.

"Hey, look, we survived!"

But all he saw was Nock staring blankly at the center of the lake, grimy and unkempt, but still looking.

He suddenly knelt down on one knee, and the light of Jiyue happened to be shining on the small lake, rising slowly from the center, pure and white lady.

She wore a cuckoo tail wreath on her head, held a golden chalice in her hand, and was dressed in pure white. In Roel's description, she looked like she was wearing sackcloth and mourning.

But there is no doubt that she came. This was the first time Roel saw, and it might be the last time. She walked slowly towards the knight in the lake, and the golden cup in her hand was entwined with intricate patterns.

Until the glass overflowed with an extremely clear liquid, no more, no less, just overflowing the rim of the glass.

Noke took the cup with one hand, but it was abnormally stable, so that it didn't overflow at all.

When he drank it in front of the goddess of the lake, the tingling pain filled his body, and he fell to the ground clutching his stomach, silent as if dead.

The face was distorted abnormally, but the pupils were still bright. Roel didn't make a fuss, but watched all this happen. He really wanted to step up to see the appearance of the lady in the lake, and also wanted to help Noke get through this.

But he can't.

(End of this chapter)