Chapter 240, Pitchfork Knight
The waves were rolling, and even the warships made of metal seemed particularly insignificant on this endless sea.
The brutal boarding battle came to an end.
Suddenly a heavy rain fell in the sky.
On the sea, the weather has always been so unpredictable.
The human fleet left, and the Western Expeditionary Force was unable to pursue it, mainly because it could not catch up. After a brutal boarding battle, a large number of corpses were left behind.
The scattered blood was diluted by falling raindrops.
The outcome of this battle is easy to guess. No matter how unbearable the Ratmen's bathtub battleship is, its loading capacity is powerful enough, and the Ratmen have maximized this loading capacity.
A bowl full of rat-men.
A bowl full of rat warriors.
Shen Qi, who was so thin that he seemed to be blown down by the strong wind at any moment, held the flag in his hand and laughed maniacally on the battleship.
The falling raindrops wet the fur on his body, making him look embarrassed but did not interrupt his laughter.
Rainwater began to accumulate in the rat-man battleship, due to the structural defects of the battleship. Soon, the rainwater flooded the bottom of the round basin battleship.
There was a hint of scarlet in the raging rainwater, and the bodies were floating in the accumulated water.
The human warriors on these battleships are not weak, and are even quite fierce. The rat people have always maintained wars with various races at an extremely poor exchange ratio.
Of course, it wasn't just corpses that were ups and downs and washed away by the heavy rain.
During this long voyage, the large number of ratmen accumulated in the battleship were not particular about it, or in other words, the extremely compact space did not give them the opportunity to be particular about it.
Everything you eat and drink is in this washbasin. Although the big claw priest with the gear structure arranged in an interlocking manner will not allow these guys to get close, there are no taboos in other places.
In a very short period of time, a thick layer of soil was accumulated at the bottom of the battleship, fertile soil composed of filth.
The rat people's ability to resist disease is extremely good, and the accumulated filth has even become a kind of ballast stone inexplicably.
It's a really harsh environment.
However, no rat warriors were infected with the disease in this dirt. At this time, in the heavy rain, the falling raindrops washed away these things.
This turbid water became a problem. Many surviving rat warriors were drowned by this filthy surging water as soon as they got up.
He choked on the rain mixed with various things.
Struggling in the rain.
Sheng Qi ignored this and stood at the bow of the battleship, standing in front of the noisy bell, laughing maniacally.
The whipping wind, the pouring rain, the dirty waves, the struggling rat warriors, and the laughing Sheng Qi.
It forms a strange picture scroll that is wonderful and somewhat incomprehensible.
………….
On the position where the human coalition forces blocked the rat war.
It's a mess, and the human army stationed here has left.
He left shortly after that battle.
Or to be more precise, the humans in this area have all left. Under the escort of the surviving knights, the humans voluntarily gave up control of this area.
At the beginning, there were still scattered figures arriving here one after another holding torches. The Holy See knights who had been active in this area pointed the survivors here.
It's a pity that when they arrived, they only faced a mess and a weak guy holding a sword.
This weakling will inform these survivors of the true situation.
Although this reality is always so difficult for people to accept.
The home is dilapidated and in a miserable state. Walking through the lightless darkness, all we face is chaos.
Madness is not Skaven's specialty.
All intelligent creatures will experience such emotions in the face of continuous blows.
But the weak fellow had a sword in his hand.
The frantic ones fell before him, and the ones who cheered up were guided, and he became a guide.
But as time passed, fewer and fewer people arrived. In the end, he did not wait for the powerful opponent who left, and there was only silence.
The baron, that capable middle-aged man did not leave, lingering on this battlefield, and he was the only one left wandering on this battlefield.
He was waiting for Rat Zhan, but he never waited for Rat Zhan.
He couldn't defeat the rat war, and his poor physical condition made it difficult for him to fight. In other words, he was on the verge of death, but he struggled to survive.
Waiting for a battle, waiting for the glory that belongs to him, there is indeed no way to defeat Rat War in the battle, but if you give up your life, the situation will change slightly.
In these seven days, the earth-yellow gem on his shoulder armor has become brighter and brighter, and the bright light contains the ultimate danger.
This is a magic crystal, a legacy of his achievements, the overlord of the forest, and the violent earth bear driven by the Goblin Kingdom.
It was also the most precious trophy in that battle, a magic crystal that could serve as a long-term inheritance for the family. This was something even the top nobles would be excited about.
Using it as the core of the magic pattern armor can make a pair of magic pattern armor that even ordinary people can control. This is a piece of heritage that can be stored for a long time, and it is an extremely precious thing.
He mounted it on his shoulder armor.
As a rare core containing a large amount of elemental abilities, this magic crystal can naturally be detonated.
It would be a shocking bang, although not many people would be so prodigal.
This capable middle-aged man is also a noble. He is not much different from most nobles, and arrogance also exists in him.
For those ordinary guys who can be looked down upon by him, and also for the countless ordinary people under his command.
He never really lost sight of these guys, even though he promoted many humble peasants to become knights.
This is not a contradiction. Excellent and brave warriors and diligent ordinary farmers do not seem to be equated.
Of course, he is also a guy who maintains the glory of his bloodline, but he is far more proud than ordinary nobles.
He is unwilling to inherit the glory of his family, unwilling to break the promise he left behind, and unwilling to let those despicable guys fall behind him.
So I stayed here.
Holding the sword, he was waiting here, waiting for the figures of the rat people, waiting for the coming of the rat war.
He did not leave this precious set of armor to his family or even his own children. This was an honor that belonged solely to him.
And it is also the weapon that he will use in his duel with Rat Zhan.
It's just a pity that he didn't wait until the rat war came.
Life is already getting further and further away from him.
Sitting on a tree stump, staring at the darkness in front of him, he was in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
Somewhat unwilling, but helpless.
In seven days, I sighed for the first time. The helmet was never taken off, and this sigh seemed particularly dull.
Until a little fire appeared in the distance.
There was only a little fire and no noise. It was not a rat man, but a lucky man who came to this ruined camp.
The middle-aged man's posture did not change, and he sat motionless on the tree stump with his sword in hand, but the fire not far away was getting closer and closer.
As he got closer, the figure holding the torch appeared.
He was also a knight, a somewhat weird knight carrying a pitchfork. He came here from the darkness, wearing an old armor.
This kind of combination makes middle-aged men look askance.
But there was no more communication between the two. The weird knight understood something after seeing the messy venue.
But he was not ready to leave, so he picked through the messy camp. Soon after, he came to the middle-aged man with a bundle of wood and some damaged but still usable weapons.
The flame was ignited, and the weird Pitchfork Knight sat down. The pitchfork was not discarded by him, but was carried behind his back. The broken weapons were tied together like bundles of wood and kept at hand.
Facing the bonfire in front of me, I was also in a daze, with a different kind of sadness.
Neither of them spoke, speechless to each other.
For a long time, until someone finally broke the quiet atmosphere, the Pitchfork Knight took out a bag from his waist, and took out some white bread and placed it on the flame to bake.
He handed the first baked pancake to the middle-aged man in front of him. The middle-aged man did not accept it, nor did he force it. He took back the pancake, opened the mask on his helmet, and chewed it in small bites. He ate a lot. Careful and serious.
After pulling back the mask, a corner of the red and rough face was revealed.
Soon, when he was about to leave after finishing the noodles in his hand, the middle-aged man stopped him.
"Go dig a hole for me!"
The Pitchfork Knight was a little hesitant about the middle-aged man's words, but he finally did it, perhaps because of the armor the middle-aged man wore, or perhaps because he had been accustomed to surrendering for a long time and listened to these nobles. Guy's orders.
Soon after, a wide hole was dug.
Pitchfork Knight turned his attention to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man sitting on the wooden stake once again issued the summons with unquestionable words.
"come over."
The Pitchfork Knight came over despite hesitation, and the two faced each other for the first time. The Pitchfork Knight stood in front of the middle-aged man, but saw that the middle-aged man raised his head, and the visor of his helmet was not Being pulled up, I couldn't see the middle-aged man's expression. Judging from his movements, the middle-aged man seemed to be examining something.
Finally a decision was made.
The sword in his hand was lifted up, and the Pitchfork Knight was a little more panicked. Faced with this sudden attack, he wanted to grab the pitchfork behind him, but this long sword was faster.
The sword fell on the Pitchfork Knight's shoulder, and the heavy sword forced the Pitchfork Knight to kneel down in front of the middle-aged man.
"I will grant you a title today. You will become a knight and my knight."
What happened suddenly made the Pitchfork Knight unable to react. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him in shock and at a loss.
But the middle-aged man had no explanation for anything.
He threw the sword in his hand to the weird guy in front of him, his words showing a different kind of exhaustion.
"Go to the back. They will need you. Think of a name for yourself. From today on, you are also a knight."
Just like that, just suddenly, an ordinary farmer became a noble. This was a less formal reward and no territory was given.
But it came out from the mouth of the middle-aged man, but it was equally effective. He was a baron and also had the right to reward knights.
Pitchfork Knight was at a loss.
He stood there blankly, not knowing what to do, but he was scolded.
The middle-aged man scolded.
"Hurry up and leave! You stupid guy!"
Holding the sword, the pitchfork knight took a deep look at the middle-aged man, turned around and left without stopping.
After the Pitchfork Knight's figure disappeared into the darkness.
The middle-aged man who lost the sword in his hand stood up with difficulty and staggered towards the hole that was dug not far away. As a reward for digging the cemetery for himself, he gave the guy the title of knight and his own. Long sword.
Now that you've put on armor, you might as well become a knight.
Step by step, we came to the pothole.
Thinking like this in exhaustion.
This was the last thought.
With a dull sound, he fell heavily into the pit. His posture was not beautiful, and his head was facing downwards.
If the middle-aged man knew that he was going to die in this way, he would probably choose to detonate the core on his shoulder in anger and let the magic power crush him into powder. Such an ending would seem to be more honorable.
It's just a pity that he died.
In the darkness, behind the messy camp, a light of fire appeared and gradually approached.
The departed Pitchfork Knight is back.
The middle-aged man was placed neatly in the pit, even with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
This is the legacy left by the unknown church that has retired. It is said that burying people in this way can make people feel peaceful even after death.
The heavy sword became a shovel. The human army here took away most of the things they could use when they left. Those weapons that were slightly intact were the only useful things that could be found in this messy camp.
Not long after, a simple grave appeared on the messy battlefield, and the hunched guy left the heavy sword as a tombstone for the grave.
After doing all this, the knight carrying the pitchfork left again, taking steps toward the back of the camp.
Soon after, the rat people visited here, and the long-dormant rat war finally started running again.
His carefulness saved him from a big trouble. Even though the self-destructing truck might not be able to really hurt Shu Zhan who was holding the black dragon flag, it is estimated that the rat people around Shu Zhan would be blown up again by then. Eighty-eight, let Shu Zhan become a polished commander again.
If something like this happened, it would make this manic guy like Shu Zhan go crazy.
His conscientiousness allowed him to avoid a big trouble, although Shu Zhan didn't know it.
The rat people visited this messy camp again. There were no good things in the camp, but the young rat warriors were still quite excited. A young rat warrior pulled out the long sword that served as a tombstone. Even though it was difficult to Swinging the heavy sword, it dragged on the ground excitedly.
In response to the call for rat war, the rat people did not stay too long in this messy place where nothing was left, and left quickly.
The middle-aged man has not been dug up from the ground, but after losing the tombstone, no one will know where he rests.
In this ordinary place.
A guy is laid to rest here.