Chapter 49 Death, grudges, old and new grudges.

When the corpses used their corpses to lock the ship's ability 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 them, and greedily climbed up.

Although the peasants who followed the boat had weapons and had experienced war, they had no fighting ability without the lord beside them.

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

When he wielded the battle ax energetically, the sharp blade slashed through the zombie's body, turning it into rotten flesh, with clear and high-pitched words in his throat.

"Are you dreaming, or have you drunk too much wine? Now pick up your weapon and kill them!"

"For the Japanese Maul!"

Then the huge weapons in their hands were chopped off, and they delicately picked off the most slender parts of their arms lying on the edge of the ship.

Even if Roel doesn't know how to use swords or axes, he can't help but sigh, beautiful!

In comparison, the effect I could achieve by relying on brute force and the system was just like this, 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 build and design it, making it almost invulnerable.

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. The strength of the corpse demon is not the individual strength, but the number, but the number. There are still a lot of corpse demons left. The lord can deal with one, or even three, but how about more together?

Roel really suspected that this was not a Bretonnian lord, but an old mercenary from Tiris who had no problem with his words...

But at this moment, a zombie stepped towards the lord. It was not one of those skeletons. It was an existence that Roel would never dare to fight in close combat. The soul flame and the wind of death retained its combat experience during his lifetime. The powerful plate armor formed his transcendence.

The defensive power of ordinary people.

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

Obviously zombies and skeletons can't do anything to this fierce ship, at least not now, but the dead on 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.

When the deck was about five or six meters from the ground, he jumped down wearing plate armor until his heavy body hit the soft mud on the ground and then raised his weapon, smashing everything...

Roel blushed, he shouldn't have blown up that thing, he shouldn't have!

After Roel endured a while of complaining, the two men finally broke out of the sky and approached the forest. As long as they got in, it would be difficult for a large army to chase a team as small as two people.

It’s time to put a question mark!

At this moment, the ship was gradually sinking, and farmers jumped off the ship one after another. However, they did not have the strong qualities of the lords. After close combat with the dead, they quickly began to become part of the monster.

Roel used the attack boosted by his skills to pierce a ghoul waiting for an opportunity, and then reported to the lord with a bit of "elegance".

Soon, Lord Savarik chose to get off the ship...

Only the lord could fight with him. Even so, his clothes were often torn, revealing the shining silver chainmail underneath, and he was unable to respond to him.

Roel wanted to give a good answer, but at this moment, most of the farmers were dead. Without the ship as a bunker, the tide of corpses quickly overwhelmed most of the ordinary people.

The battle situation near the ship was simply one-sided. Under the command of the lord, the peasants formed a battle line. The old man himself was a meat grinder, cursing drunkenly and swearing while cutting off the heads of anything he could see.

Roel was dumbfounded. He could only break through the enemy's armor by shooting himself, but now he was defeated by melee combat. This was the first time he saw such a situation.

"They didn't die in the storm, nor did they die in the hands of pirates, but now they can't sleep in their hometown!" The old lord became more and more angry as he spoke. Finally, he held his weapon angrily, his tone became harsh, and he had nowhere to vent, so he could only

Split it hard and split open the head of a corpse monster!

"You have done a good job during this period, and the good news has continued to reach my ship. But what happened to these bad guys who slaughtered my sailors and people?!"

Roel looked at the gap in the enemy team created by his own explosion, and quickly broke through with the lord. Roel really couldn't understand how this old man could still have such energy after defeating several corpse demons, but his combat power was really high.

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But before the gunfire erupted, Roel saw what fighting meant from a distance.

Roel's old face turned red. Wasn't he too excited to see his boss?

It was too powerful. Roel looked at the rifle in his hand. Are all long-range weapons in the Warhammer world useless?!

Lord Savarik used his shoulder armor to hit the zombie's long sword and slashed it. He was not afraid that his head would be taken away by the blade. He chopped the zombie to death like a dance and at the same time used his armor to disrupt the zombie.

s attack.

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

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

Blood was sprinkled all over the land. Although Savarik faced the combined attacks of several corpse demons without changing his expression, he couldn't help showing a distressed expression to the farmers.

There was a clanging sound, and there was a sound of metal colliding. In theory, individuals with plate armor would not be able to survive the battle, but the experienced and physical Lord Savarik was obviously more advantageous.

He instantly stepped on the corpse demon's feet, bent the bones on its legs with his knees, and in a complex melee action, used joint skills to knock the corpse demon to the ground.

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

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

Roel fired from a distance, and every time he could take away a corpse when the lord couldn't support it, reducing his pressure.

"You remind me of her (ship's) cannons. They are so beautiful that they can blow open the heads of fucking Norsca. But it's a pity that they have sunk and they all ended up in the sea!"

"Farmer, Roel Ludwig, you have been waiting here for a long time."

Roel was still far away, but he was within the shooting range of the rifle. Roel immediately raised his rifle and wanted to relieve the lord.

A moment later, an explosion suddenly occurred, and the strong smell of black gunpowder filled the air. The old lord looked at the limp corpse demon on the ground and couldn't help but sigh.

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

While talking, he kicked another corpse demon away...

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

But it's not bad, Roel liked it very much and didn't waste himself saving him!

When the two approached the corpse pit, the old lord couldn't help but cover his nose. "Madam, who did this! How could someone play with a corpse like this!"

But he didn't show the earth-shattering fighting power of the Holy Grail Knight. He didn't even like to ride a horse, and he only spoke idioms.

However, the lord said kindly, "What's going on here, at the lighthouse? I remember you were the night watchman that boy Ryan asked for!"

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

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

"Welcome, Lord Savarik, peasant, Roel...or Mr. Earth Knight?"

At this moment, all the hair on Roel's body stood upright. Since he came to this world, his biggest enemy has actually appeared at this moment...

These days, I’m so overwhelmed with monthly tickets! It’s too much!
Chapter completed!