Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 219 The Crisis of Colony, Hunter Vincent
Since the defeat of the dukes in the war, Roel had to retreat to the city of Colony, but in just a few weeks, without the food provided by the village, Colony was surrounded by a large number of refugees. , Countless people starved to death.

Roel looked at his soldiers, he had to take another risk, even though the dukes were terrified, he had to try to change the situation.

"Bring the horses, a group of six, with the second lieutenant as the captain, and one team will go to a village to recover resources. I will lead a large force nearby to hinder the demon army on the plain..."

Divide the responsibilities, count the men, bring food, weapons, faith and honor, he needs to turn the tide, again.

And these weeks, Vincent's life among the ruins of the Colony village of Manjit had become a routine, wandering among the ruins, scavenging for the supplies he needed from the homes of the dead. .

After the defeat of King Lawn and the dukes, this place has completely turned into hell, with the sounds of terrifying demons and treachery, and the smell of bloodthirsty filled the air. Mortals can't even go out during the day, and can only rely on the night to pray to destroy the claws of the gods won't find them.

Whenever Vincent mustered up the courage, he would return to his cramped, deserted home and sit at his table for hours.

Gradually, loneliness and loneliness made him feel numb to the terrible situation of Bretonnia, and he even forgot what she was like in the past...

The young man began to talk to her, talking to himself, telling what had happened in the past few days, and then asked his own Colony, asked this land, whether all this is true...

In the back of his mind, he knew it was crazy, that his so-called questioning was nothing more than the conceptualization of meaningless things and concepts into so-called human nature, but he also realized that without this shabby company, he would also be completely crazy Lose.

And on this dreary winter day, when Vincent went to visit his bench again, something strange suddenly appeared in Hope.

He jumped across the roof, noticing something unusual on the ground below, the one-time Baator hunter clutching the chimney, staring down an alley, rubbing his eyes.

No, what he saw was not a hallucination.There lay the body of a dead demon, something pierced its chest, and its skull was sliced ​​off by a blade.

Ordinary soldiers or peasants can't do such things. Are there powerful knights coming?
A glimmer of hope flashed in Vincent's heart, and he ran quickly through the decaying streets. No matter where he was, he could see more evidence that there were still living people in this town, and more demon corpses.

However, with all his might, he couldn't find them.Fear whispered in his mind, causing him a terrible doubt.

Maybe there were no living people, maybe it was his fantasy, in his madness he posited the so-called hope.

But despite all the dangers, Vincent ran to the street, next to a human corpse, his appearance was blurred, his flesh was stripped off by demons, his head was severed, and his flesh was already rotting.

He studied the ground nearby, and the harder he tried, the more his doubts grew.He couldn't find any footprints, at least none that belonged to a living person.

He could not mistake the footprints of the demons, sharp and hideous, and the only other marks were those of other animals.

Before despair had completely entangled his heart, Vincent found several more demons who had been killed.

He might have missed their tracks, but he couldn't disprove their existence, they must be somewhere and he'd find them!
Vincent climbed back to the nearest roof and began looking again, and it didn't take long for his search to pay off.

On the roof of what used to be the Merchant's Club, he saw a fairly good tavern, which explained why the demons in the street suddenly disappeared. The tavern was surrounded by a group of demons. There was only one reason for this situation. live!

Vincent hurried across the roof with the hope and urgency that dominated him. Whoever was in the tavern, they were probably trapped in the tavern.If they hadn't thought of opening a hole in the ceiling and using the roof like he did...

Or are those people trying to kill those demons here?Killing the demon... He showed a strange expression, this is something that has been proven impossible countless times...

Vincent struggled to suppress the fear creeping in his heart. He had been looking for the living for so long, and now he lost them before he heard their voices! No, this is too damning! The gods can't do this cruel.

As he approached the tavern, Vincent found that it was full of demons, disgusting things, and he felt sick when he recognized the faces of people he knew well among the twisted monsters.

That is the hideous trick of the Horrors, who are so bewitching that they twist their flesh and blood into human forms to haunt the inhabitants.

The rotting monsters gathered by the wooden walls of the tavern, their strange and chaotic thoughts attracted them here, and the fists and claws of demons beat on the blocked doors and windows, wanting to get the flesh and blood of the living inside.

1...2...3...4...5, no, there are five, three vampires, two horrors, this is something that even the most powerful lord can't do anything about, and now there are so many gathered, Vincent Not knowing the battles of the dukes, he couldn't imagine how such a monster could be killed.

If it weren't for his agility and wisdom, he would have been lying down like a headless corpse by the side of the road. He almost judged in his heart that the people in the tavern would definitely die, especially with so many demons gathered, but he still...

Will check it out.

Vincent prayed to Tal, gathered his courage, and jumped off the roof of the next door. If the gods were not so cruel, those demons should not have noticed him. His feet were wrapped in cloth, without shoes, and there was no sound when he stepped on the roof. , the depth of the night can also cover his existence.

But things that are in disrepair still have problems, when his weight falls on the rotten wood, there is a violent creaking sound, knowing the weight of a Bretonnian farmer, and after weeks of starvation, it cannot be said that it is not as light as a feather , that is like a child, but the voice is suppressed!
Although it doesn't seem obtrusive in the noisy environment, it still made several vampires notice that something was wrong. They raised their weapons and were vigilant.

The demons made chirping sounds, incomprehensible languages, and sweat flowed from the foreheads of mortals, fear and anxiety, and the burning demon blades slashed in the air. Even though the metal inside the house prevented them from burning wood, the sense of oppression remained.

"Bretonnia, gods, duke..." He murmured about countless places of respect that he loved.

And when Vincent succumbed to fatigue and fear on the roof, he didn't recover from it until several minutes later. During this time, he almost lost his soul, hoping that the demons would not touch him.

What woke him up was the sound of doors and windows being smashed, a horrible, piercing scream, which made him feel a sense of urgency and made him act quickly.He's desperately trying to hack the tiles with the ax until he's got a hole in the ceiling, and he needs to figure out how to save the people...

But what came next surprised him, and he couldn't believe it. It was soldiers with strange spears, piercing the Horror's body with the weapon, making them scream so much.

On the messy tavern bar, they raised their long sticks and lined up in a row, gorgeous clothes, dyed a beautiful blue, like the legendary Bordereau, white shirts, buttons embroidered with gold, they must be something powerful servants of knights, of fearful and true dukes, and of even stronger men.

There are about six people in total. With their sharp weapons and powerful bodies, they are like gods descending to the earth, beheading those invincible things. When more are attracted, those long poles spray lightning, thunderbolts, and even knock down the huge red chariot. scattered.

But there were more and more demons, Vincent smashed open the small hole in front of him, ignoring attracting demons, and shouted. "Hero, come up, come up!"

Those people noticed that they carried something like sandbags stacked in the tavern on their backs, and then grabbed Vincent's arm. The malnourished hunter had to use all his strength to pull the shortest one.

The soldier stretched out his hand and quickly picked up the others, who saluted the civilian.

"First Infantry Regiment of the Kingdom of Heaven, Second Lieutenant salutes you, civilian."

Vincent had no idea what he was talking about, but he hadn't seen a living person in weeks, and he couldn't help but chatter. "God, gosh, follow me," he said as he ran.

"Where did you come from, do you have horses or food, hurry up, and be careful of the steps." He shuttled across the roof, running at an extremely fast speed, pointing out the small bridge he had built in advance, and running under the chase of the devil.

But at this moment Vincent felt hope, the hope of living and killing demons, he needed to keep these weirdos alive.

The soldiers followed him, moving forward quickly, walking, running, military boots slapped on the roof, the demons raised their heads, and were immediately defeated by the moving soldiers with their guns. Vincent became more excited, as if he saw God.

But fate always makes jokes. When he passed by a stable, his luck ran out. When his feet touched the soft rotten straw, the straw in the stable collapsed instantly, and the violent collapse caused him to fall, and his whole body fell on the horse. In the trough, I fell into a daze...

"Ah!" After screaming, he felt that his arm could not move, only tingling pain, his thigh was swollen, and the twisted manger completely bent his body into an abnormal appearance, he ran too fast Yes, I was too excited inside.

"Go, go, go, the world needs you more than mine."

The demons gradually surrounded him, he could smell the stench of vampires, he almost wanted to vomit, but he still asked the guards to leave first, the second lieutenant shook his head, raised his weapon on the roof, loaded the buckshot, bang bang bang bang bang boom.

Vincent was sore, why would he use that kind of lightning for a broken cripple? Such a weapon is definitely not without price...

But the guards had resolute expressions and didn't speak much, only the demons who were constantly collapsing, which made people feel at ease.

However, more and more demons gathered in the village. After the demons of Khorne joined the battlefield, those bloodthirsty things were searching for human souls, flesh and blood. Terrible things are so hungry.

They are fearless, for them even their own blood is something that can please their father, those crazy vampires are gradually approaching, with sharp blades, burning magic, roars and dirty words.

Vincent understood that he was near the end of his life, his whole life flashed through his mind, has this ordinary farmer become a hero?

As he thought about it, the fear in his heart increased even more. What was he hesitating about? Why did he save those soldiers? What was he expecting?
He couldn't answer it himself, he hesitated himself, but when hope came, Vincent still wished that he could grab it and kiss it hard, instead of hiding in the dark, useless.

He's a contradictory guy, but when he's alive it's a miracle, why expect more?
The farmer figured out what to do, if a person's true character should appear at the moment of life and death, then he is definitely a knight!
Why hesitate, as if there is no tomorrow.

Why hesitate, as if hesitating.

Why hesitate, you are a snail, you should fall into the pot?
No, he's a horse, look at the world, look at the world, let him run one last time!
Vincent climbed up his body, twisted arms, tingling, swollen thighs, and strength from nowhere.

"Look at me! Devil! I'm much more delicious!"

Vincent was crazy, he thought and did so, climbed out of the stable, and ran to the distance at the fastest speed, he was destined to die, but he lived meaningfully today.

O Taal, O Sarya, O Gods...

When the devil's claws touched his hood and sackcloth that hadn't been cleaned for several months, his emaciated body and fragile spirit would immediately collapse in front of the destructive power of chaos.

But what awaited him was not death, but thunder.

Bang bang bang bang bang!
The farmer opened his eyes, and he saw that it was a man in a red dress, holding that unique stick, followed by countless guards. He watched the death of those demons, and wiped the front of the stick.

Vincent didn't recognize the beautiful family crest painted on his chest, but he thought it was extremely beautiful, like a gorgeous flower.

Vincent stumbled, he never felt his mouth was so disobedient.

"Big big big...people..."

At this moment, a silver armored knight shouted. "Untouchable, Duke Musilon is here, kneel down!"

Vincent was stunned, and he immediately knelt down, but Duke Musilon said.

"Noke, I said I don't need such a rule, so go back with food, how much wheat flour did you get?"

Nock rubbed the tip of his nose. "Enough to support another half a year..."

Roel looked at the farmer and asked. "Do you want to come to work with me?"

Vincent immediately replied that he had never felt so straightforward in his life. "Yes, my lord!"

(End of this chapter)