Warhammer Inquisitor

White snow fell in pieces from the sky, and snowflakes flew down from the tall treetops of the sleeper forest. The white snow covered the forests on both sides. Now it is the beginning of the long cold winter in Norway, and all animal activities in the woodland It was over, and the long, severe winter had hibernated the animals, and there were no more hunters in the woods.

Standing guard on days like this is utterly boring. Winter in Scandinavia is so long that when it snows all the roads are blocked and horse-drawn carts cannot pass on them. Anyone who walked through the snow that day could only end up freezing to death.

So before such a season, all the settlements will be deserted. Everyone, whether hunters or farmers, they will return to their villages to wait for the end of winter. On such days, almost no one will go out, even fighting and sneaking Neither will.

After all, there is a high probability that your troops will be submerged by a sudden snowstorm before the attack begins, or most of them will be frozen to death and fled home without their armor and armor, returning to the warm and comfortable stove.

The same was true for the guard at the gate of the camp, he was simply bored, Bai Xuefei landed on his shoulder, and his thick palm patted the goose feather on his shoulder, and Snow White yawned.

"I said, why are we standing guard here? Who would come here in this weather?" the bearded guard in the helmet complained, his hand holding the spear was freezing.

"Boss said that someone might attack, just like the group of idiots before, maybe they came to save them?" On the other side, the man who also held a spear but wore a warmer ermine hat said, freezing The half-dead guard complained, and he rubbed his numb hands.

"Who will come to rescue them? In this weather? It is impossible for any team of more than 20 people to come out. Could it be that just a few people came to rob people alone?"

He complained endlessly, stretched out his blue hands from the cold and let out a sigh of relief, his companion wearing a mink hat also laughed, he pressed the spear in his hand, and put one hand on his belt and pointed forward look.

He was stunned for a moment, and stared forward with wide eyes, "Maybe, he really came alone?" "Are you kidding? Unless that person's brain is crazy." "Maybe he really is?"

The guard with frozen hands in the helmet raised his head. He looked forward and immediately noticed the strangeness in front of him. There was only silence on the silent snow field, and there was a sound of footsteps. The boots stepped on the piled up white snow. Walked step by step from the thick snow.

The guard saw the man coming with a tomahawk. He was wearing a fur coat, and his black hair fluttered in the cold wind. The guard in the mink coat recognized him immediately, and he gripped the spear tightly. .

"That's the captain of those guys? Didn't the boss kill him?" "Obviously not, did he?"

The guard wearing the helmet spat on the ground, raised the spear standing on the ground with his blue hands, and walked up holding the spear head. The mink guard looked at him and hesitated a little.

"Maybe we should tell the boss? Call the others." "Why bother? There's only one of him, the two of us can kill him, so we can go back to the fire."

The guard wearing the ermine hat was a little suspicious. He watched his companion with the spear walk up. He held the spear in both hands and pointed at the person who was coming. "I am in a good mood today. Tell me, what do you want?" How did you die?"

He didn't speak, but continued to walk forward with his tomahawk in hand. The guard with the spear looked at him and frowned, "Didn't you hear? Or dumb?"

He still didn't speak, just walked towards him, walked up without hiding, the guard seemed to be irritated by him, the gate guard wearing a helmet spat, "Forget it, don't care."

As he spoke, he grasped the spear tightly and stabbed up, but the guard in the hat at the door saw that it was not the uninvited guest, but the arrogant guard who saw the ground, and he fell down in the snow all at once. The scarlet blood was particularly conspicuous on the snow.

The comer holding the tomahawk stood on tiptoe, picked up the spear that fell on the ground, held it in his hand and walked up slowly. He walked towards the door, still not hiding no flash.

The guard wearing the hat was startled, and he immediately backed up and ran into the log gate. Holding a spear, he rushed into the camp and shouted loudly, "Enemy attack! There is enemy attack!"

"How many people?" The man who was sharpening his long sword beside the whetstone raised his head, and the guard in the mink hat looked at him and raised one of his fingers.

"One." "Just one person?"

As soon as the words came out, the people beside the whetstone were greatly puzzled. He turned around and exchanged glances with the companions by the campfire behind him, then turned his head to look at the guard at the gate of the camp, "Are you sure you didn't see it? Alone? "

"I swear to Odin! He's really a man, he!" Before the guard could finish his sentence, he couldn't finish. a long wooden spear.

Behind the fallen body, everyone in the camp saw the man who was still throwing the spear. He stood up slowly and gently dropped the battle ax in his hand to the side. The warrior beside the whetstone Immediately he drew out his long sword, and the people around the campfire behind him also immediately got up and held their weapons.

"Konstantin "Black Death"" He stared at the person at the door and said slowly, the corner of the latter's mouth showed a helpless smile when he heard it, he cut it and shrugged, "This name is really silly."

Vito walked in from the door, and the guard immediately raised his sword and pointed at the people behind him, "Blow the horn! Sound the alarm!"

The other person behind him nodded immediately, and he took off the long and curved Viking horn from his waist, the horn was blown instantly, and the dull sound echoed over the entire camp, Vito slightly He raised his head and glanced at the air, then shrugged slightly.

"It looks like I'm quite popular." He said as he turned his head and looked at the sword-wielding warrior rushing to the side. He rushed forward with a shout, swung his long sword and slashed at Vito, but the latter But he stepped forward with one stride, swung the tomahawk with one hand and hooked his long sword at once.

Vito pushed away the long sword with a backhand, and then struck his chest with an axe. The thick clothes burst into blood in an instant under the heavy chop. Vito grabbed the sword in his hand and slashed it After the sword hit and knocked away the slash from the next person behind him, the one moved forward with an ax and knocked him to the ground.

The two corpses crashed down at Vito's feet, and the blood soaked into the snow-filled mud on the ground. Vito walked across the muddy ground, holding the battle ax and the long sword in both hands. He walked forward, and soon three more people rushed up. They brandished battle axes and swords and attacked Vito.

The latter walked forward, and the tomahawk in his hand slashed out at once. After the one-handed ax came flying, he stabbed out with a sword. He pierced the chest of the first person in front of him, stabbing him with perfect precision. In the heart of his heart, Vito took a step forward and twirled to draw out the long sword stuck in his chest. He bent down to avoid the swung blade and slashed the next person's thigh with his backhand.

His trousers were instantly split open, and blood bloomed from them. He groaned and fell to his knees on the ground. Vito stepped over from his side, raised his long sword to block the spear piercing from one side, and After deflecting away, the steel spear held the tomahawk with one hand and slashed up, directly splitting the man's head.

His body suddenly collapsed on the ground, Vito grabbed the long-handled battle ax and pulled it out at once, then spun it in his hand and threw it out, hitting a soldier rushing up from the side at once, He was hit in the head, flipped backwards and fell to the ground.

Vito bent down and picked up the spear on the ground, took a step forward with one leg, and shot out with one spear, instantly crushing a man with a shield in his hand rushing up from the side of the road in front of him, and the round shield in his hand suddenly After being pierced by the spear, under the huge impact force, the corner of the log battle shield instantly shattered into countless pieces of wood.

The spear hit his chest in an instant and stabbed him to the ground. He fell to the ground with howls, while Vito in front of him turned to face the guy who was kneeling on the ground and howled, and raised his sharp long sword to kill him at once. The head was chopped off, and the long sword that cut iron like mud cut off its head in an instant.

Vito looked at the sharp edge of the sword in his hand. He turned his head slightly to look at the sharp incision. It seemed that the whetstone had polished it quite well. A cold light reflected from the blade flashed across his face, and then Vito suddenly He turned his head and swung his long sword to block an incoming arrow.

The arrow was deflected and flew out. Vito immediately saw the archer pulling the bow and arrow by the wooden house not far away. He was pulling the next arrow, but he had no chance to shoot the arrow again. Vito pulled out the spear from the chest of the man on the ground, and threw it towards the archer with his backhand.

The spear pierced his chest in an instant. Vito passed by the man who was bleeding profusely on the chest on the ground. When he passed the corpse beside him, he pulled out the battle ax on his face with one hand. Vito walked towards the longhouse with the weapon in both hands. Direction to the fighters who poured into the street.

Several of them rushed towards Vito. They held up shields, or charged with swords, axes and spears, but Vito responded calmly. Leaning forward, the ax slashed across his waist, and then he spun to block the ax from the next person on the flank, and turned his sword to cut off his elbow.

The man spurted a lot of blood from his arm, and while he was whimpering and retreating, another man on the side stabbed forward with a spear. Vito's long sword pressed down, and the blade collided with the spear head. , the spear was deflected amidst the clanging of fine iron, and pierced Vito's side.

Vito took advantage of the situation and took a step forward, raised his tomahawk and slashed at the side of his face. The whole face was split in half. The moment the man with a grim face fell to the ground, Vito took a step forward and raised his hand. After blocking the sword from the shield-wielding man, he lunged to his side and hit his shoulder with an axe.

The man's shoulder bones were shattered in large pieces, he screamed and leaned to the side, while Vito spun in his direction, and the long sword swung in his hand chopped open his neck, in a spray of blood Xing Zhong threw away the sword in his hand, let the long sword embedded in his neck and fell to the ground together.

The reason why Vito let go was because several archers on the street ahead gathered in front of the longhouse door, and they pulled up their bows and shot towards Vito.

Vito let go of the hand holding the sword, and stepped on the edge of the shield to make the round shield bounce. He caught the shield and blocked the incoming arrows. Vito strode forward holding the shield , stepping towards the direction of the longhouse against the arrow that was shot.

The archers kept shooting at him, the arrows jingling on the shield, and the splinters flew and fell on the snow, but Vito held the shield and sprinted forward on the mud, twirling his hands He raised his ax and slashed down from one side, breaking all the arrows stuck on it.

The shield that had already been filled with arrows was emptied at once, leaving a new space to withstand the ensuing attacks. Vito stopped, and he lowered his body to hide behind the shield, his eyes shot through the wood from one side. The gap behind the face peeped forward, looking for the shooting gaps of the archers.

At the same time, on one side, a man hiding in a corner of the wooden house thought he had seized the opportunity. When Vito seemed to have no time to pay attention to him while holding the shield, he rushed up from the side with a sword in his hand.

But as soon as he rushed up, he was kicked sideways by Vito and hit his knee. The shattering kick made him fall to the ground, his face sucked in the snow and cement. But he yelled immediately, and the muddy water in his mouth sprayed out.

Vito pierced his back with a sword, and held his shield at his side to block the incoming arrows. He drew out his long sword and continued walking towards the longhouse. The archers watched in amazement as he came Vito, his shield was full of arrows, but he still walked at a leisurely pace, without even running two steps.

An archer drew an arrow again, but just as he was about to release the arrow, a man rushed behind him, and he bumped into the archer's shoulder, causing him to shoot straight forward. shot the arrow.

The arrow flew from the side of Vito and stuck in the mud. He raised his head and saw the burly Khan rushing from behind the shield. He was more than two meters tall, like a Norwegian strongman. The man waved his hand A long-handled ax as huge as a wooden stake struck over.

Vito pressed down suddenly, and the top half of the shield in his hand was instantly shattered by the axe. The giant sweater raised the tomahawk with both hands and slashed at Vito again. The latter sideways avoided the hit The ax in front of him spun and rushed towards the strong man.

Vito rushed along the end of the long handle of the battle axe. He stuck to the side of the handle made of integral cast iron, holding the battle ax and stepping on the melted snow and blood on the muddy ground to rush towards the giant sweat.

The giant sweat pulled out the battle ax that was cut on the mud, held it with both hands, and slashed diagonally. The huge ax swept from the street to Vito's waist. It seemed that there was no possibility of dodging the slash. But Vito dodged it, and he rushed to the next slide in front of the axe, which was almost close to Vito's nose at the nearest point.

Vito stepped across the strong man's crotch with a sliding shovel, and hit his ankle with the ax in his hand. In an instant, the strong man let out a wail, and his burly body lost his balance and fell forward. The less balanced something is, it seems to be true of anything.

Vito stood up from behind him, and the ax fell on his other leg again. The blade of the ax shattered the bone in his knee. With his big hands propped on the muddy floor, he sank deeply into the muddy water.

He raised his head and looked to the side, and then saw Vito standing on one side, he raised his tomahawk and slashed down, a patch of blood fell from between the strong man's hands, and the blood poured like a waterfall On the muddy ground, a head hit the wet ground and rolled out to one side with a large piece of mud.

In front of the strong man, the huge battle ax that fell on the ground was picked up by one hand. After the strong man's burly body finally fell to the ground, the archers saw the man who picked up the extremely heavy long-handled battle ax with one hand. Vito, his strength has reached an incredible level.

"Shoot him! Don't be dazed, shoot him!" one of the archers with a braided beard shouted, he pushed the people on both sides, and then pulled up the bow and arrow to shoot at Vito, the arrow The arrow shot up, and was blocked by the battle ax swinging alternately between his hands.

The long battle ax spun in front of Vito like a windmill, bounced off a large number of arrows and rushed towards the archers. The man with a braided beard widened his eyes, and he looked up at the battle ax raised high above his head. Shouted, and then the ax fell down.

The man with the beard was chopped into pieces in an instant, and split into two halves under the heavy tomahawk. After his body fell to the sides, Vito turned the tomahawk, held it with both hands, and laid it on the side of the gate. , and then swept across with an axe, all the remaining archers standing in front of the door were cut off in half.

The shattered torso fell on the log floor in front of the gate, and the body of one of them slid down to the last luck, before the person who slid on the ground before the tomahawk came, he raised his head and looked at the man holding the tomahawk. Vito, who smiled at him and raised his axe.

The man sitting on the ground immediately threw away the bow and arrow, got up and fled to the side, he screamed like a frightened child, but the shadow that fell on his head suddenly caught him It was split in two, and the heavy long-handled battle ax happened to be neither far nor near, and hit him impartially.

The body that was divided into two crashed to the ground. Vito smiled as he looked at the corpse lying on the mud, "You can't enter Valhalla like this, can you? You run away screaming like a little girl."

As he spoke, he pulled up the battle ax in his hand. He held the handle of the ax with both hands and glanced at the closed longhouse door, and then knocked lightly on the door politely, "Hello, is anyone here? Going down?"

After hearing no reply from the door, Vito raised the battle ax with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, aiming the blade of the ax gleaming with cold light at the relief on the door.

"Negotiations broke down, ready to attack"