Chapter 240, Pitchfork Knight

The waves surged, and even the warships made of metal seemed particularly insignificant in this endless sea.

The cruel boarding battle came to an end.

A heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky.

The weather on the sea has always been so uncertain.

The human fleet left, and the Western Expeditionary Force could not chase, mainly because they could not catch up. After a cruel boarding battle, a large number of corpses were left.

The diffused blood was diluted by the falling raindrops.

The outcome of this battle was easy to guess. Even if the ratman's bathtub warship was so unbearable, its loading capacity was strong enough, and the ratmen had used this loading capacity to the extreme.

A basin full of ratmen.

A basin full of ratman warriors.

Rope Qizhi, who was so thin that he seemed to be blown down by the wind at any time, laughed crazily on the warship with the flag in his hand.

The falling raindrops wet his fur, making him look embarrassed, but did not interrupt his laughter.

Rainwater began to accumulate in the rat warship. Due to the structural defects of the warship, the rain soon flooded the bottom of the round basin warship.

The surging rainwater was tinged with scarlet, and corpses were floating in the accumulated rainwater.

The human warriors on these warships were not weak, and were even quite fierce. The rats had always been maintaining wars with various races at a very poor exchange ratio.

Of course, it was not just the corpses that were washed away by the heavy rain.

During this long voyage, the large number of rats accumulated in the warship did not care about it, or rather, the extremely compact space did not allow them to care about it.

All the food and shit were in this basin. Although the big claw priests with gear structures arranged in a meshing manner would not allow these guys to get close, there were no taboos in other places.

In a very short time, a thick layer of soil was accumulated at the bottom of the warship, fertile soil accumulated from filth.

The ratmen's ability to resist disease is excellent, and those accumulated filth even inexplicably became a kind of ballast.

This is really an extremely harsh environment.

However, no ratmen warriors were infected with the disease in this filth. At this time, in the heavy rain, the falling raindrops washed these things together.

This turbid water became a trouble. Many surviving ratmen warriors were drowned by the filthy water as soon as they got up.

Choking on the rain mixed with various things.

Struggling in the rain.

In this regard, Sheng Qi ignored it, standing at the bow of the warship, standing in front of the noisy bell, laughing crazily.

The raging wind, the heavy rain, the filthy waves, the struggling ratmen warriors, and the laughing Sheng Qi.

It formed a wonderful and somewhat incomprehensible picture scroll.

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The position where the human coalition blocked the rat war.

It was a mess, and the human army stationed here had left.

They left shortly after the battle.

Or to be more precise, all the humans in this area left. Under the escort of the surviving knights, the control of this area was voluntarily abandoned by the humans.

At the beginning, there were scattered figures holding torches coming here one after another, and the Vatican knights who were once active in this area pointed the survivors here.

It's just a pity that after they arrived, they faced only a mess and a weak guy leaning on a sword.

This weak guy will tell these survivors the real situation.

Although this reality is always so difficult to accept.

The home is ruined, the people are in a mess, and they shuttle in the dark without light, but they are facing only a mess.

Frenzy is not the specialty of the rat people.

All intelligent creatures will face such emotions in continuous attacks.

But this weak guy holds a sword in his hand.

The frenzied guy fell in front of him, and the guy who cheered up would get guidance, and he became a guide.

But as time passed, fewer and fewer people arrived here, and he finally did not wait for the powerful opponent who left, and only silence remained.

The baron, the capable middle-aged man, did not leave, wandering on this battlefield, and he was the only one wandering on this battlefield.

He was waiting for Shu Zhan, but he never waited for Shu Zhan.

He could not defeat Shu Zhan, and his poor physical condition made it difficult for him to fight, or in other words, he was on the verge of death, but he was struggling to survive.

Waiting for a battle, waiting for the glory that belonged to him, there was indeed no way to defeat Shu Zhan in the battle, but if he abandoned his life, the situation would change a little.

During these seven days, the gem on his shoulder armor, the khaki gem, had become brighter and brighter in these seven days, and the dazzling light contained extreme danger.

This was a magic crystal, his achievements, the overlord of the forest, left by the earth bear driven by the Goblin Kingdom.

It was also the most precious trophy in that battle, a magic crystal that could be passed down as a family heritage for a long time. Even the top nobles would be tempted by it.

Using it as the core of the magic pattern armor would make it possible to create a magic pattern armor that even ordinary people could operate. This was a heritage that could be stored for a long time, an extremely precious thing.

He inlaid it on the 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 his 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 is 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. He sat motionless on the tree stump with his sword in his 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 timber 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.

The Pitchfork Knight was somewhat at a loss.

He stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do, but was scolded.

The middle-aged man scolded.

"Go away! Stupid guy!"

Holding the sword, the Pitchfork Knight looked at the middle-aged man deeply, and did not stop, turning around and leaving.

After the figure of the Pitchfork Knight disappeared into the darkness.

The middle-aged man who lost the long sword in his hand stood up with difficulty, staggering towards the pit dug not far away. As a reward for digging a cemetery for himself, he gave the guy the title of knight and his long sword.

Since you are wearing armor, just become a knight.

Step by step to the pit.

In exhaustion, thinking this way.

This is 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 would die in this way, he would probably choose to detonate the core on his shoulder in anger and let the magic crush him into powder. Such an ending seems to be more decent.

It's just a pity that he died.

In the darkness, behind the messy camp, a little fire appeared and gradually approached.

The pitchfork knight who left came back.

The middle-aged man was neatly placed in this pit, and even posed with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

This is the legacy left by the unknown church that has left. It is said that burying people in this way can make people feel peaceful even if they die.

The heavy sword became a shovel. The human army here took away most of the things that could be used when they left. Those slightly intact weapons were the only useful things that could be found in this messy camp.

Not long after, a simple grave appeared on this messy battlefield. The hunched guy left the heavy sword as a tombstone for the grave.

After doing all this, the knight carrying the pitchfork left again and walked towards the back of the camp.

Not long after, the rats visited here, and the long-dormant Rat War finally started running again.

His sincerity saved him from a big trouble. Even if the self-destructing truck might not really hurt Rat War, who was holding the black dragon flag, it was estimated that the rats around Rat War would be blown up again, leaving Rat War alone again.

If such a thing happened, it would make Rat War, a manic guy, go crazy.

His sincerity saved him from a big trouble, although Rat War didn't know about it.

The rats visited this messy camp again. There was nothing good 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, and even though it was difficult to swing the heavy long sword, he excitedly dragged it on the ground.

Under Rat War's order, the rats did not stay too long in this messy place where nothing was left, and soon left.

The middle-aged man was not dug out from the ground, but after losing his tombstone, no one would know where he was buried.

In this ordinary place.

A guy was buried here forever.