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

Chapter 8 7. If you are a passerby, don't set the flag
Barbarus, Morawa, peak.

It has been seven years since they escaped.

In the past seven years, the small village of Heller Pass, which was close to the land of the lords, had already been captured, and the rebels led by Mortarion moved to a new stronghold on the northern plain.

The rebel army known as the Death Guard is growing step by step in an orderly manner. At first, they just organized troops to resist the night attack, but as time went by, more and more villagers joined them, and they soon brought this new The stronghold has expanded to become the largest human territory at present.

In addition to the passive defense organized at night, the rebels also began to try to take the initiative to attack in the dark daytime, annihilating the beasts and small lords near the human activity territory.

And now, the Death Guard, with a large number of elite fighters, even launched an attack against the lords.

Hades was standing on a remote uphill path holding a sickle, and beside him stood a girl who was fully armed and holding a musket.

The girl covered her whole body tightly to block the poisonous mist on Babarus, but her bumpy figure and long black hair let her gender be seen.

A few locks of black hair hung down from the gas mask, and the girl raised her gun to shoot from time to time. With the sound of the gun, the brains of the puppets fleeing down the path were scattered everywhere.

Hades was speechless, he moved forward with the side knife, the light of the knife suddenly rose, and those puppets who were shot but still staggered away finally fell down.

"The battle above should be over soon."

Hades shrugged, and the number of puppets running down became less and less, which proved that the battle between the rebels and Lord Dreyer was almost over.

"Another tyrant is responsible for his previous atrocities."

Hades turned his head, and even though he was wearing a gas mask, he could see that the girl was smiling, smiling for another victory that was coming.

Hades froze for a moment,

The black-haired girl is Herrera, Hades' partner in battle.

A long time ago, before they moved their base, Hades saved her sister by cutting off the head of the pustule hound that ate her father with a scythe in a village defense battle.

After that, only she is willing to team up with Hades to fight.

Only her.
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Others are always unwilling to act with Hades, and some of them even have inexplicable hatred for Hades.

In this regard, Hades has no idea why.

It's not that his fighting skills are too bad, he's holding others back. His scythe in one hand is superb. Except that he can't beat Mortarion, Hades has full confidence in claiming that he is the strongest with a scythe.

Except that he can't use guns and other slightly technological weapons, which may lead to his decline in combat power.

For some reason, these weapons malfunctioned as soon as they were in Hades' hands.

When Hades ruined the seventh good gun that Mortarion handed him, Mortarion gave him a good scythe with a dark face,

"You'd better go for close combat."

(Machine spirit displeasure caused by untouchables)
But there's nothing wrong with him playing close combat, why don't you want to act with him?

Not only that, but the rest of the stronghold was always reluctant to see Hades, even though they were all welcome to love Mortarion.

Although Typhon is not very popular because he is a descendant of aliens and humans, Hades is much worse than him!
In order to avoid this inexplicable unwelcome, Hades had to live in a small house in the remotest part of the stronghold. Usually, no one would look for him except Mortarion and Herrera.

Even Typhon didn't look for him anymore!It was obviously the rebel army led by the three of them at that time!
"Sorry, Hades, I just... always feel that you are not pleasing to the eye."

Is it because he is too poor and offended others?Or was he just not likable?

Hades admitted that he was a little distressed by this matter for a while, but then he was instantly relieved.

Although sometimes he would dream, to fight against Mortarion, be a high-ranking general and lead people and so on.

But to be honest, Hades is not the kind of person who is crazy about secular power and loved by everyone.

He is a dead house, he likes to be alone, and do some hobbies he likes freely.

So this is pretty good, no one bothers him, and everyone can't understand him, and Mortarion can't arrange some management work for him, so he does research by himself, such as continuing his anti-virus The research and development of the mask, and drawing some mechanical sketches on paper—although accidents happen when he touches the machinery, the machinery he designed is very reliable.

When fighting, it is to find a remote place, take a sickle and Herrera to collect the remnants and defeated generals.

There is no fierce fighting, only casual fishing.

The battle is almost over, and I can occasionally chat with girls or something.

In this regard, Hades said——

So cool.

No monster ran down, Hades walked back to Herrera, poked the sickle on the ground, and chattered against his waist.

"This match was also very fast. I thought it would be difficult for Lazar to fight."

"This guy seems to be very proficient in witchcraft in the previous information."

Those who are proficient in witchcraft are not easy to fight. There is no witchcraft on their side. Typhon has never disclosed his identity as a psyker, so the rebels can only use physical injuries.

However, they have someone like Mortarion who can really hurt you with a scythe, so the battle is much easier.

It has to be said that without Mortarion, it would be difficult for ordinary humans to match these psychic lords.

Until now, their fighting mode is Mortarion fighting the opponent's elite monsters, the mortal rebels fighting minions, and by the way assisting Mortarion, throwing cold arrows at the opponent, fire support and so on.

Mortarion can be said to have changed the battlefield situation by himself.

In the end is the original body ah.

"Victory belongs to human beings after all, and we can win."

Seeing Hades relax, Herrera also put down the gun she had been holding, and looked at Hades with a smile,
"The last time I got supplies, my sister went to help and shared some extra cheese with us. I baked some cheese cakes. Do you want to go to my house later and share some with you?"

To be honest, Herrera's culinary skills are really average, and the things she cooks can only be classified as "non-toxic".

You might as well give me the cheese, I'll make it for you, stop wasting the ingredients.

Hades wanted to cry, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. Herrera was one of his few good friends at the moment, and he didn't want to make the relationship stalemate.

So every time he ate a lot of "non-toxic" food with tears in his eyes.

Feeling the fiery eyes of the other party, Hades swallowed the complaint silently.

"Okay, I like to eat everything you make, and the mushroom soup last time was also pretty good."

Not a bad ghost? !There is a layer of purple unknown liquid floating on that thing? !

"Okay, my sister has a lot of cheesecakes left, I'll pack them for you then."

"You eat very happily every time, and I am also happy to cook for you."

Herrera lowered her head shyly, and gently drew circles on the handle of the gun with her fingers,

"When Lord Mortarion overthrows the rule of all tyrants and supplies are no longer distributed according to needs, I will open a restaurant."

"I'm a chef, Hades, do you want to help me?"

At this time, Hades didn't hear the overtones, and his power of complaining was burning.

Big sister, with your culinary skills, I should be the chef, right?

Moreover, don't set up such a flag that looks like it might be sent in the next second? !
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As if responding to Herrera's flag, the temperature around them suddenly dropped, the puddles on the mud floor began to freeze, and a layer of frost quickly covered the entire ground.

Not far from the path above them, the space began to twist, and a claw covered in blood and broken bones protruded from it.

In an instant, a monster about the size of a small car appeared in front of them with bruises all over its body. Its basketball-sized eyes were fixed on Hades and Herrera, and a stench was exhaled from its bloody mouth.

Mad, it's psionic teleportation! ! !
Hades could feel Herrera's body froze instantly.

"Herrera."

Hades whispered.

"I'll hold it back later, you run up quickly and report to Mortarion that it has escaped to this road to Lazar."

Hades raised his scythe.

"Don't worry about me, I will delay for a while, and I will run away later."

"Hurry up and report, or everyone will die."

Below are the rest of the rebels. Hades is convinced that if he lets Lazar run down, it will be a unilateral massacre of the rebels.

He intended to delay it for a while, and if he was lucky, to Mortarion's support.

——If you're unlucky, slow down time as much as possible, then feign death or jump off a cliff and run or something.

But this is likely to cause his already poor interpersonal relationship to deteriorate again.

Mortarion, you have to work hard, come on, don't let me get away with feigning death, it's too shameful.

The monster that was already at the end of the road roared and rushed towards Hades, its thick and twisted claws slashed at Hades' head fiercely! !
Hades yelled, and held the sickle against the claws facing him. His arms were numb from the impact, and the handle of the sickle, which was specially reinforced with fine steel, was rubbed with sparks at this moment! ! !
"Run! Herrera!"

"run!!!"

　put a barbarus girl here

　　
　
(End of this chapter)