Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 90 The Horn of Victory
Blood and flesh, knives and iron, greenskins and humans, how many times such collisions have been held on the land of the Old World, no one has said clearly.

But even the most immature human child will show fear when he sees an orc, and his expression does not match his age.

And the stress represented by a group of exhausted humans seeing orcs charging down the hillside is indescribable.

When the thick and crazy waaagh echoes across the skyline, it seems that the long blast of the horn is no longer effective...

Roel looked at the dark green human-shaped monster under the moonlight in the distance, and couldn't help feeling sad and timid in his heart, but also a little calm.

He already felt that he should have died when he was in Bordeaux, and that he was just lucky to survive. As the old lord said, when you feel that this thing does not belong to you, you will probably have to return it.

"Tmd, Elena, run quickly, and then take Alima away..." He was extremely weak at the moment, and blood was still overflowing from his forehead from time to time.

The first thing he thought of was not the fear of death, maybe it was the experience of time travel that made him no longer afraid of this matter, maybe it was too many life and death crises that made him numb.

The first thing he did when he saw the orcs attacking was to warn the elf girl first, then pulled out the saber from his waist, and said to Sir Nock, the guy he hated the most.

"Noke, you can go out, you can, take my blade, go to Bordello, find Charlene Village, and then, it will be yours."

Sir Nock was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the weapon gleaming coldly under the moonlight. "What are you talking about, I can't take a knight's sword, no."

"The ones you can walk out are just green skins. I often fight them. You just need to shoot them as usual and they will fall down like the beastmen."

Elena also frowned. She really didn't expect that she would worry about a human being, but she gave up her mobility and squatted down to carry Roel on her back.

"What's your name... Nock, right? Tie this idiot behind me and we'll escape together!"

Nock nodded in relief, took out the rope from the carriage, and tied the weak Roel up. "I'm very honored, Miss Xianmin, to meet comrades like you."

Elena was stunned for a while, and she wanted to ask when the other party knew her identity, but Sir Nock just said.

"In Bretonnia, there is no beautiful comet like you, and you are destined to rub shoulders with this land, aren't you?"

"Ryan! Take the sword, we have to fight a way for the two of you!"

The pockmarked boy answered quickly, although his voice trembled, it was reassuring. "good teacher!"

Roel's luck may have been spent on this. You know, there are very few people who can be entrusted with peace of mind. Few are like finding gold in the gravel, and he has a gold mine!
Although he still wanted to shirk, they would still be able to survive without him, and he was just paying off the debt at this moment, paying back the life he owed Moore.

But when Elena's not very lenient and reassuring back slowly swayed, Roel couldn't help shutting up again, because he was also afraid of death...

On the plain, the adventurers retreated with Elena and the others, probably because of fear, the speed was unexpectedly fast.

But the orcs in the distance were carrying machetes. Compared with them who were out of ammunition and food, they were more energetic and faster, so they got closer and closer.

At this moment, Roel's vision is also gradually blurred. He seems to have seen hallucinations. It seems that the fire on the distant plain is flickering.

Wait…

He suddenly found that he was a little higher than the others, and he could just see the bushes in the distance and saw a troop ahead.

This place is very close to the castle of Baron Norstern, he must be the one who patrols at night!
Help!

Roel didn't think much, and immediately shouted. "Quick, quick, blow the horn, there are troops ahead, there are knight troops!"

"Sir Nock, blow!"

Noke showed an incomprehensible expression, but he still took out the horn and blew it with all his strength.

Until I suffocate, let go of the horn with a big breath, you know, blowing the horn while running is not something ordinary people can do!

He cursed. "What's wrong with you all of a sudden, can the horn summon an army?"

"Even if it can, is it still a knight's army? You know, ordinary caravans or farmers' teams can't survive in front of green skins!"

As soon as the words fell, the bushes in front suddenly rustled, several handsome horses stepped out of the bushes, and a knight in full armor shouted to everyone with a lance.

"Who is making noise! ​​Making noise in the land of my North Ent lord!"

The visitor lifted his helmet, revealing his dark pupils and a pretty mustache, and it was the first time for Roel to feel that the presence of nobles felt so safe!

　Why don't you ask the magic horn?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)