Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 103 Investigation
Only one night passed, when the light shone on the land of Bretonnia.

In the morning, today's baron got up very early. He usually likes to stay in the warm house and snuggle up with his lover when the farmers are working hard.

This is not a good habit. For the nobles of Bretonnia, the time after breakfast is spent riding around on their own collars three or four times, as noble and proud as looking at their trophies.

But today he wrapped himself in thick fur clothes and went out in the early morning, which made his lover very puzzled. As usual, he was still lying in his arms. The beautiful woman yelled suspiciously to the baron who got up . "My lord, why did you get up so early?"

The baron straightened his collar and shouted some brown sugar to refresh himself. "Honey, not today, really not."

When he rubbed his hands, put on his gloves and left his room, the lady poked her head out and looked down at the whole queue from the window, letting the cold wind blow.

Their commander, boss, leader, you can call him whatever you want, but the meanings are pretty much the same. He, Roel, is preparing today's supplies and ordering others to prepare gunpowder and lead bullets.

The camp is rarely so lively, and today is also the day to unravel the mystery of the green skins. They want to investigate all the damn things about the green skins.

Sir Nock was still interested in keeping up with the team, but Roel rejected the enthusiastic Quenaris. Although he was very experienced and strong, he was not suitable for him.

Jazz complained. "You let that lady join, why don't you need a brave fighter like me?"

Miss Alimara turned her body sideways on the horse. Since she untied her heart knot, the little vitality returned to her body, she asked jokingly. "My sir thinks I'm not a fighter?"

One sentence is considered good, if it is an ordinary girl, Jazz will definitely say it carelessly. "That's right." But at this moment, all he had left was a stuttering sentence. "without"

The lord walked out of the castle at this moment, and the few knights got up their spirits and followed. "Heroes, have you packed your bags? May the ladies bless you."

"Northern wind and beasts may not be able to defeat you, and the green thing is similar. It's not that I despise it, but compared with the fine steel in my collar, they are far behind!"

As the commander, Roel let the soldiers take a sip of warm wine, and when the first breath of cold was dispelled, it was time to set out on the road.

The long team of horses walked out of the village slowly, and the lady in the castle leaned against the window, even though she was wearing a silk robe, she didn't seem to be cold, she just stared blankly.

When the first jug of wine is exhausted on the road, the daylight shines on the road, and the Oman forest is still dark. They have to mount a horse to investigate, and those who are not good at riding will die in the forest. Roel's requirements for them are also very simple. , keep the gun, people can die.

Although it was cruel, the reality was like this. Rick's good gun was such a thing. In Bretonnia, it was even more expensive than human life.

Roel used gunpowder to make a signal flare. If he wanted to retreat, he would ignite it. The sound was very loud, although it was still not guaranteed that the entire forest could hear it.

It rang many times, like a hail of bullets, but it was actually firecrackers.

He also said that several people gathered in the village on the other side of the forest.

When a few horses spread out, the huge forest cannot be searched by a team, basically patrolling in groups of two.

They used the huge rock at the entrance of the forest as a landmark, one person explored the way, and the other wrote down the location with paper.

When stepping into the Oman forest, Roel could see the white bones on the roadside, hidden in dead leaves and mud.

The horses walked along the path and lifted the leaves, making a rustling sound like the wind in the woodland.

Roel was vigilant all around, and soon found a trail with man-made traces on the ground.

The patrol line created by the green skins, the forest is like their fortress, they circle the place, scouting the human passing by.

The filthy, disgusting goblins eager to swallow flesh and blood seem to be vividly remembered.

Roel said. "Write it down, on the east side of the big rock, about [-] meters away."

Alimala carefully wrote down the route, and then the two of them walked slowly. There were ugly rock fortresses and complex underground caves on the road.

Roel couldn't help having a headache and cursed. "If you fight in the forest, it will be too much a test of command."

"And the cavalry's charge is also very difficult to succeed, we can only rely on the entry of adventurers."

Alimara was silent, she could already imagine the forest turned into a meat grinder.

"I'm not sure, master, if we were right to venture into the forest."

"We can lure out the boss and kill it, and the rest of the boys will leave by themselves, right?"

Roel just smiled wryly. "Nor do I want to if we have more time to prepare and serve them."

"Sorry, I can only keep the details secret, but I can assure you that our raid was worthwhile."

Alimara didn't say much, but answered simply and neatly. "Yes, master, I believe in you."

When the two passed by the last war fort in silence, bypassing the possible goblin guards inside, they could only keep enough distance for such a place.

It has been recorded densely in the notebook, almost a route that can pass through the forest and the green skin structure on it have been clearly remembered.

Roel breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to walk out of the forest and meet at the meeting point agreed by everyone, but before that, they accidentally approached a small orc fortress.

Suddenly a group of goblins emerged from a nearby fortress. It seemed that it was time to eat, and they were very close to Roel...

(End of this chapter)