Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 49 Death, Enmity, New Enmity and Old Enmity.

When the corpses used the corpses to lock the ability of the ship to leave, the farmers on the ship were in a mess, and all the dead were eager to swallow the fresh flesh and blood on it, and greedily climbed up.

Although the peasants with the boat had weapons and experienced wars, they were useless without the presence of the lord.

They knelt down and prayed, hoping that the human gods in the world would respond, but it was not the gods who answered them, but an old man wearing silver and gold patterned side plate armor.

When he swung the battle ax vigorously, the sharp blade cut across the zombie's body, turning it into rotten flesh, with clear and high-pitched words in his throat.

"Are you dreaming, or are you drinking too much wine? Now take up arms and kill them!"

"For the damn Morle!"

Then the huge weapon in its hand was chopped off, delicately picking off their arms lying on the edge of the ship, the slenderest part.

Even if Roel doesn't know swordsmanship, or axemanship?Can't help but sigh, beautiful!
In comparison, the effect he could achieve by relying on brute force and the system was nothing more than that, not to mention that there was a set of plate armor on the opposite side.

You must know that plate armor is not a weak thing, at least its price is enough to be worth the work of countless farmers. The workers carefully crafted and designed it to make it almost invulnerable.

The battle near the ship was one-sided. Under the command of the lord, the peasants formed a battle line, and the old man himself was a meat grinder, swearing drunken swear words, and beheading everything he could see.

Roel really doubts that this is not a Bretonnian lord, but an old Tillisian mercenary with a mouth and a mouth...

Apparently zombies and skeletons can't do anything to this fierce ship, at least not now, but the dead at the bottom of the ship are constantly destroying the wood at the bottom of the ship, and the sea level is gradually approaching the deck.

Soon, Lord Savarik chose to disembark...

When the deck was about five or six meters above the ground, he jumped down wearing plate armor until the ground was sunken by the heavy body, then raised his weapon and smashed everything...

It was too fierce, Roel looked at the rifle in his hand, is the long-range in the Warhammer world all waste? !

But at this moment, a corpse demon is stepping towards the lord. It is not those skeletons and the like, but an existence that Roel would never dare to fight in close combat. The defense power of ordinary people.

Roel was still far away, but he had already reached the shooting range of the rifle. Roel immediately raised the rifle, trying to rescue the lord.

But before the guns exploded, Roel saw from a distance what fighting was.

Lord Savarik hit the wight's long sword with his shoulder armor and slashed. He was not afraid that his head would be taken away by the blade. He hacked the zombie to death as if dancing, and at the same time disrupted the wight with his armor. s attack.

Ding ding dong, under the sound of metal colliding for a while, individuals with plate armor would theoretically not be able to persist in the battle, but the experienced Lord Savarik with physical body was obviously more advantageous.

He instantly stepped on the corpse monster's feet, bent the bones on its legs with his knees, and in a complicated melee movement, he used joint skills to knock the corpse monster down.

His body hit the ground, and he lost all advantages in an instant. His body was trampled, and his head was chopped off with a giant axe, completely cutting off the flame of the soul.

Roel was stunned. He could barely break through the enemy's armor by shooting himself, but now he was dealt with by close combat. This was the first time he saw such a situation.

Roel only felt that his lips were dry, and he began to feel depressed. Is it really useful to come here to support him?
But he thought too much, what makes the corpse monsters powerful is not their individual strength, but their number, and there are still a lot of corpse monsters left, the lord can deal with one, or even three, but more together?

It's time to put a question mark!
At this moment, the ship was sinking gradually, and farmers jumped off the ship one after another, but they were not as strong as the lord, and soon after they came into close contact with the dead, they began to become part of the monster.

Blood was spilled all over the land. Although Savarik dealt with the joint attack of several wights without changing his face, he couldn't help but show a distressed expression to the farmers.

Roel shot from a distance, and every time he could take away a wight when the lord couldn't support it, reducing the pressure on him.

Finally, the two panting teams met under the false lighthouse. Roel and the lord were back to back, and they still had time to chat.

Roel used the attack from the skill bonus to pierce a ghoul waiting for an opportunity, and then reported to the lord somewhat "elegantly".

"The farmer, Roel Ludwig, has been waiting here for a long time."

But the lord just laughed. "You always play this tune, you look exactly like the useless officials I hired!"

"I thought Mr. Earth Knight was even more powerful!"

During the conversation, he kicked another corpse away...

Roel blushed, isn't it because he was so excited to see his boss.

But the lord said kindly. "What's going on here, at the lighthouse? I remember you are the night watchman that Boy Ryan is looking for!"

"You have done a good job during this period, and the good news has been passed on to my ship, but what is going on with this group of bad guys who slaughtered my sailors and people?!"

"They didn't die in the storm, and they didn't fall into the hands of pirates, but now they can't sleep in their hometown!" The old lord became more and more annoyed as he spoke, and finally he held the weapon angrily, his tone became severe, and he had nowhere to vent, so he could only Cleave it hard, forcibly split the head of a corpse monster!

Roel really wanted to answer well, but at this moment the farmers were almost dead. Without the ship as a cover, the tide of corpses quickly drowned most ordinary people.

Only the lord and he can fight, and even so, his clothes are often scratched, revealing the silver chain mail underneath, and he is powerless to respond to him.

However, the old lord has seen many situations, but today is not the worst, because he has seen the gunpowder under his clothes, and he also knows the ability of the guy in front of him, after all, the lighthouse often communicates with him.

Roel also took out the bomb at this moment, and the old lord knew it well. He kicked away a corpse in front of him, then swung his weapon sideways, and retreated to another place.

A moment later, an explosion appeared suddenly, and the strong smell of black gunpowder permeated the air. The old lord couldn't help but sigh with emotion as he looked at the limp corpse on the ground.

"You remind me of her (ship's) artillery, it's so beautiful, it can blast the head of tm's Noska, but it's a pity that it's already sunk, and it's all in the sea!"

Roel looked at the gap in the enemy team created by his explosion, and quickly broke through with the lord. Roel really couldn't understand how the old man still had such energy after defeating several corpses, but his combat effectiveness was really high .

But he didn't show the earth-shattering fighting power of the Holy Grail Knight, and he didn't even like riding a horse, and he was full of common sayings.

But not bad, Roel liked it very much, and didn't waste himself to save him!
When the two approached the corpse pit, the old lord couldn't help but hold his nose. "Ma'am, who did this! How can someone play with a corpse like this!"

"Throwing all this out of the pit is also a disgusting act..."

Roel blushed, he shouldn't have blown up that thing, he shouldn't!
After Roel complained patiently for a while, the two finally broke out of the sky and approached the forest. As long as they got in, it would be difficult for large troops to chase down a team as small as two people.

Roel breathed a sigh of relief, just as they were about to enter the forest.

A man in a purple robe blocked the way, but there were not a large number of troops beside him, only a silent, larger corpse monster was waiting.

"Welcome, Lord Savarik, farmer, Roel...or, Mister Earth Knight?"

At this moment, the hairs on Roel's whole body stand erect. Since he came to this world, his biggest enemy has actually appeared at this moment...

　In the past few days, I have been full of monthly tickets!Too much!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)