Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 23 22. The Story of a Barbarusian

Barbarus.
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Herrera is an ordinary Barbarus woman.

The first half of her life was the epitome of hundreds of millions of ordinary Babarus girls.

Herrera was born in an unnamed village close to the territory of Nacrea. Since the beginning of her memory, her world has been composed of dim poisonous gas and endless fear.

She ignorantly stayed in the room piled with loess blocks, waiting helplessly for her parents to return.

Her mother would touch her cheeks with chapped hands when she came back, smile at her, and turn around to cook porridge.

When she was a little older, she would hold her younger sister and step on the muddy road in the village, standing at the entrance of the village and looking into the distance, waiting for her parents to return home from farming.

In the distance is a high mountain shrouded in poisonous gas. The fuzzy peak is hidden in the shadow of mist. My parents once said that the real owner of this planet lives there.

Herrera was still young at that time, and she didn't understand why those lords could resist these poisonous gases that could kill people.

When she was old enough to pick up a hoe, her parents took her to plow their fields, and she picked up the hoe and dug through the bitter clods one by one.

Her younger sister stood at the entrance of the village, watching her and her parents, waiting for their return.

The alarm bell in the village rang, and night was approaching. She was a little scared but also a little excited and ran back to their home with her parents.

Her life disappeared in the day-to-day farming, and in the poisonous gas she breathed every minute and every second.

She once boldly and curiously walked towards the end of the field, where the thickened poisonous gas was like a solid wall, imprisoning the humans inside.

Herrera raised one hand, and carefully touched the life-like poisonous gas with the tip of her hand, eroding her fingertips lightly. Herrera exclaimed, and quickly pulled out her finger, the pale corrosion marks were impressively on it.

Herrera didn't understand, is there really life on that high mountain, on that mountain where the poisonous gas is tens of thousands of times thicker and more intense than here?
But she knew it that night.

When the dark night falls, the yellow air slowly climbs up the city wall——

The puppets of the slave catchers tore through the impenetrable walls of Herrera like paper. Those creatures that completely violated the laws of physics, those monsters that were forcibly born with witchcraft, just stood at the door, their eyes sewn shut Staring at her and her family.

The puppet, about [-] meters tall, seemed to be randomly sewn from corpse parts. The thick black twine was roughly exposed in the air. The middle knot is a yellow scab.

It used its bloated body against the door, and its cloudy eyes stared at Herrera maliciously.

Her parents had almost fainted from fear, but they still hugged themselves and their sister tightly, trembling all over.

However it didn't work.

Like a chick, she's taken out of her warm, vulnerable nest, evaluated, and put down again—

She was too thin to meet the strong standards of the Lord's experimental material.

The parents and younger sister were picked up for evaluation in turn, the father was put down, and the younger sister was also put down.

Mom was taken out.

Mom stared at Herrera in despair and collapse. She was completely defeated, and her tired eyes were now filled with tears. Mom looked at them, as if wishing them to continue to live well, as if wishing them to save her.

But Herrera, her father, and her sister were completely overwhelmed by fear.

hopeless.

Threatened by death, the mother began to struggle violently in the puppet's hands. She frantically danced her limbs and beat the giant hand holding her in vain.

As if seeing something interesting, the puppet's ugly face turned away, revealing a weird and cruel smile.

Its other hand, which was stained with mucus, stretched out easily and casually, directly wringing off the lower limbs one by one.

Blood, flesh foam, red blood, and white bone spurs stick out, and those red dots fall down in the black darkness, turning gray and deteriorating in an instant under the caress of the mist.

Mom is screaming.

Twitching.

Herrera passed out.

When she woke up, there were only three of them in the family.

Life has to go on.

After that, Herrera took the farm tools, went out to cultivate with her father in the early morning, and ran back home every evening with the sound of the bell.

The walls she had thought would protect their village were useless, and the village was as dangerous as the field, but she would run back with the people when the bell rang.

got used to it.

When she got home, she touched her sister's face with her chapped hands, smiled at her, and went to cook porridge.

Her mother hasn't taught her how to cook yet, and her father is just a vague and silent silhouette in her life.

The first porridge boiled and burned her hands.

it's OK.

she will die.

Will die like mother.

It's okay, everyone is like this.

It really doesn't matter.

When the screams of the evening sounded again, Herrera hugged her sister tightly and huddled in the closet at home.

Her dad went crazy when the screams started.

Perhaps because he recalled the tragedy before his mother's death, his father collapsed. This gray-haired man in his twenties opened the door and ran out like a madman.

He tried to escape, but it was only to die.

Herrera wants to save Dad, but she can't.

Only death.

The pustule hounds barking on the village road quickly rushed over, spattering blood and flesh.

It doesn't matter, everyone is going to die.

She hugged her sister tightly.

But Herrera wanted her sister to live a little longer. She wanted her sister to go through the poisonous fog and see the world outside the village, even though it was a barren land.

Herrera patted her younger sister's head lightly. Her younger sister's hair, like hers, was dull and messy under the corrosion of poisonous gas.

"Shh, my sister is going to find Dad, you stay here and don't move."

The younger sister was crying, and she pulled Herrera.

"Don't go, okay, let's go together, sister."

Herrera pulled away her sister's hand,

"Be obedient and live well."

Then Herrera started running, and she didn't look back.

She began to run, her calves were shaking, her heart was pounding, her lungs were convulsing—she was dying.

She ran desperately onto the main road, and the pusty hounds that were biting at her father's body saw her, and her father's flesh and blood mixed with the hound's saliva, dripping from the lips wrapped in fleshy skin.

Those fangs were aimed at her.

Herrera wanted to scream, to shout something, to tell them she wasn't afraid of death.

But she was completely seized by fear, which slowly rolled over her bones and tore her flesh.

She couldn't help herself, she stopped, trembling, unable to take another step.

No, I am brave. I use myself to exchange my sister's life.

I am brave.

Herrera thought desperately, but as if piercing through all her bravery and pride, the hounds salivated and looked up at——

Run in the direction of their house.

Do not! ! !
her sister! ! !Lysa! !No! !
Herrera wants to run, she wants to save her sister, she wants to save her sister! ! !
She wants to save her sister She wants to save her sister She wants to save her sister She wants to save her sister She wants to save her sister She wants to save her sister She wants to save her sister She wants to save her sister Save my mother She wants to save her sister She wants to save her sister She wants to save her sister She wants to save her sister She wants to save her sister She wants to save her sister She wants to save her sister She wants to save herself sister
She can't save anyone.

She has lost everything she can rely on, she has no reason to live, her life is a meaningless gray, she has never done anything, she has never done anything, she Just to live and then to die meaninglessly and worthlessly.

It's all right, Herrera, everyone will die.

it's OK.

Tears and snot crawled all over her face, and Herrera felt that she had collapsed, that she had gone crazy, and she knelt down in despair, clasping her face tightly with her hands, covering her sight with her hands and tears.

Nothing works anymore.

She doesn't care about all this anymore.

Come eat me, come tear me apart.

I'm just a useless piece of trash, even my sister doesn't have the courage to protect me.

She is tired.

She gave up.

However, she did not hear her sister's screams.

The sound of the blade piercing the flesh was heard, the pustule hound whimpered and barked, and there was a muffled sound——

Herrera no longer had the ability to understand all of this, she followed the inertia and continued to cry in despair.

"Don't cry."

A hand reached out, gently took her hand away, and carefully wiped the tears and snot all over her face.

"Your sister is not dead, so please coax her."

"Don't cry, you two, we have killed these hounds."

The crying was so violent that Herrera was still sobbing uncontrollably.

She looked up.

The young man held her sobbing sister in one arm, his face hidden by the gas mask, but he was actually smiling.

He was against the light, and the white light outlined his figure.

The man crouched down, holding a scythe in his other hand.

"You were brave just now, sacrificing yourself to attract the attention of those hounds, weren't you?"

"Brave girl, join us and defend your family together."

"By the way, my name is Hades, and I am a death guard."

This is the story before Herrera joined the Death Guard.

This is also the story of Herrera's renewed hope.

　Put a Barbarus girl here.

　　Added a qq group number to the introduction.

　　Received a round of recommended text messages! ! !Oh oh oh!Great

　　ヾ() is so annoying
　　


(End of this chapter)