Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 88 Scigel One-Eyed
The cold wind blows across the plains, and the time spent on detours is wasted, and the visibility at night is getting worse and worse.

Human eyes can no longer see too far, which is somewhat troublesome even for Roel. Although he often keeps watch at night and has much better night vision than others, he is only a mortal.

"Come out, it's useless to stay in it again..."

Roel looked at the empty plains around him. He should be completely safe. Now he needs to increase his driving speed. It is useless to hide in the caravan to cover up the troops.

But in the eyes of the adventurer looking forward to going out, Sir Nock rejected the invitation. He still emphasized that the real fishing season has not yet come.

Roel didn't know what happened to the poor Quinaris nobleman, he seemed a little... nervous.

Roel rarely read such emotions from this guy, which made him agree to this seemingly unreasonable rejection.

When the convoy continued to move forward and walked through the winding path, when they turned over the last hill, the road ahead would be flat and confusing, so Roel gave the order again at this moment. "Everyone come out!"

cried Ser Nork suddenly. "Hold on, I smell them!"

The pockmarked boy immediately took out a small device from his bag, which looked a bit like a telescope, and began to look around.

Roel trusted Elena even more, he asked. "Sister, is there any movement?"

Elena shook her head. "There's only the howling of coyotes around here, not the hoofed ones, they can't hold back their hearts."

"Forests speak to me of their existence."

Roel could only think that Sir was worrying too much, or that he wanted to delay the time and get a few more heads to snatch his fine wine.

But...why does he feel the air is heavy too?
Those who could be regarded as fighters in this team felt that something was wrong, it was the oppression that permeated the air.

After a while, Jazz stood up suddenly. "Ready to fight!"

The pockmarked boy also yelled. "It's an orc!"

On the hillside in the distance, the red pupils swayed, and the goblin wolf cavalry swayed their rough and pitiful short bodies, laughing wildly on the wolf's back.

The moonlight is not bright enough, so the range of most long-range shots is shortened, and the adventurers are even less able to line up. Fortunately, they are hidden in the truck, which naturally has a layer of wood that resists impact.

The shepherdesses on the outskirts jumped onto the wagons quickly, bowing arrows, throwing weapons, the light of torches flickered in the night, and the howling of coyotes and the disgusting screeching of goblins echoed.

Bang bang, that was the sound of a short spear piercing the wood. Several wolf cavalry were approaching, and some even had their cheeks grazed by the short spear, almost dying.

Roel took out the firearm, swiped the bayonet one after another, the tip made the sound of piercing into the flesh, and took one away. "Array! Don't be so loose!"

But the adventurers are undisciplined, and only a few veterans like Elena and Nok can resist after the attack of the short spear.

This is not because the adventurers are too weak, but because the mobility of the cavalry is too exaggerated, coupled with the gloomy light at night, the wolf cavalry flickers like ghosts.

Only the tip of the spear that stabbed as it approached was shining with torchlight, and the green face had a crazy smile, which made people break down.

"Human shrimp! Human shrimp!"

"Human shrimp! Human shrimp!"

The goblins are constantly emphasizing and playing, but their play will easily take people's lives.

Sir Nock swung his giant blade, and easily chopped off a goblin, rider and wolf, so that the corpse ran a few meters away, which made people feel horrified.

Not to be outdone, Elena brandished the elf dagger, and with both hands together, pierced a goblin's eyes, piercing the small brain inside.

But even so, some adventurers were stabbed by short spears, bleeding from their arms, and howling constantly.

As an elite troop with only 50 members, and the task of mortar operation and clearing up commercial roads, Roel knew very well that there should be no downsizing now!

It's also thanks to the Jazz asking them not to get out of the car, otherwise someone would have been pierced by the wolf cavalry. If the truck hadn't been used as a cover, the battle would have been even more embarrassing.

At this moment, Roel could only take out the remaining ten bombs in distress, ignite them, and throw them out when he saw the opportunity. The black thing rolled on the ground like a landmine, and when a goblin cavalry passed by, it suddenly Burst open.

The thunderous thunder, the flames and the impact of the entire truck almost turning over will be unforgettable for a long time.

"Ahhh!" The wailing and screaming of the wolves suddenly broke the attack rhythm of the goblins, and they were frightened.

The pack horse tied to the front of the truck was also scared to death. Fortunately, it did not cause any actual damage to it, so it managed to keep it from running, and pulled the truck away from the road, otherwise it would not know what risk it would encounter.

And Sir Nock in the car showed a dumbfounded expression for the first time. "Oh my god, is this a bomb?!"

Then yell right away. "No, cut the rope of the carriage!"

Roel hadn't had time to react, because he obviously underestimated the cunning of the greenskins, and the goblins quickly noticed that the horses were tied to the front of the truck.

"Human Shrimp! Die!"

Roel could barely see clearly with his eyesight honed at night. They rushed behind the horse's buttocks like a urchin, and stabbed the horse's buttocks with a short spear.

With a roar, the whole truck ran extremely fast like a rock about the size of a large dog beside the road. Because it was dark, the horse could not even see clearly and would not stop.

"Stop!" Roel yelled, pulling on the leash, only to find that the horse was out of control.

"Fuck, everyone grab the side of the car!"

The horse slammed into the raised rock, causing the entire car to roll over, and the horse's leg bones were directly broken, exposing the white bones inside.

The next thing is that, bang, the sound of impact, the sound of wood chips and people falling on the ground, unwilling to dissipate on the dark plain for a long time.

(End of this chapter)