Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 107 Killing Plan

Over the hills, across the plains, under the high evil moon, in the chaotic vortex, it is still necessary to rely on the moonlight to guide the way.

The castle wasn't close, and it would be hard to get there before midnight even if everyone had horses, but setting up camp outside was an even worse option.

Fortunately, under the protection of Tal, the hunters did not go wrong and caught up with the time to return before midnight.

The castle was still brightly lit, the peasants and knights waited for the brave man to return, joy and joy overflowed his words, and Ser Nock stopped Roel's shoulder.

"Brother, it's too slow, how about the green skin's information?"

Roel's expression didn't change, he just sighed and said. "No, it failed. There are too many goblins and greenskins. We only drew the information on the side of the forest, and didn't know where the enemy camp is."

Then he handed him the castrated map. In fact, they already had the location of the camp, but Roel didn't intend to reveal this.

Keep in mind that although the efficiency has been reduced, the haze is still surrounding him at this moment. He dare not let Jazz control too much. Until Roel walks to the castle, he still needs to confirm one thing.

He knocked on the door of the baron. The nobleman was resting. He opened the door in his pajamas, but he was still very interested in Roel.

"My lord, I encountered a monster while patrolling. It was a corpse monster. It was evil and vicious, but I killed it."

The baron looked serious. "In the Oman Forest?"

"Is it related to green skins?"

Roel murmured to himself, thinking that this person acted well, and pretended to be urgent. "No, my lord, I don't know, but... it seems to be spreading something."

The lord's face immediately changed drastically. "Enough, don't think about it anymore, it should be what the blasphemous thing is doing, no matter what, the plan to attack the green skins cannot be changed."

He looked left and right, saw no one around, and said again. "I won't mind you too much, hero, but King Lawn is watching us, understand?"

There was no flaw in what he said, and he didn't look like a person who had a close relationship with the corpse monster. This made Roel undecided, so he could only go back to the room to rest and fiddle with the gunpowder to be used.

There is not much sugar left, there are still nine iron bombs, and five paper bombs, but those things are probably equivalent to firecrackers...or two kicks...

Thinking that all the weapons in my body were smashed out, and I might be able to take away a few, I felt powerless for a while.

Sure enough, in the Warhammer world, close combat is king?

When Roel was lying on the hard wooden bed, leaning against the window and looking at the evil moon in the distance, the hoofed ones were still galloping through the forest, the green skins came out of the mountains, the plague spread all over the world, the gods of chaos laughed, and in this world most vulnerable moments.

The dead are resurrected, the living are afraid, or brave knights, or witch hunters, and all living orders must be conscientious. Responsibilities, obligations, are pressed on people's backs like mountains.

"Tal..."

"Gods of the world..."

"Can you tell me? Where is the evil that grows, like the haze and the moss, in the land of Bretonnia?"

Unknowingly, Roel became more and more like an aboriginal, and only by being an aboriginal can he survive, and this tragic story may have just begun.

Sleepiness crept into his pupils like a villain, closing his pupils before midnight.

The dream brought him back to his previous life, but the heavy traffic was blurred. When the sun rises, the light shines down, and the rooster crows on the ground.

Today, he was going to start planning how to invade the orc camp. In a complicated mood, Roel still got up early.

He avoided the crowd, and only pitched a tent to his immediate subordinates and Alimara, telling the general strategy.

"Starting today, we will clear the road and open up the battlefield for the knights."

"Invading from the west of the Oman forest, our goal is to kill the green leather castle and the goblin patrol on this road." Roel pointed to the main road leading directly to the green leather camp, which is also the main road for the goblin wolf cavalry to enter and exit. .

Alimara immediately retorted. "Master, this will kill a lot of people! The defense of the green skins will probably be concentrated here!"

"Their cavalry and chariots also came out through this road."

Roel licked his lips. "In order to destroy the enemy as quickly as possible, we need to clear the obstacles for the regular army composed of peasants and knights, there is no room for pickiness."

"This strategy did not have the consent of Sir Nock and the lord. Nock was tricked by me to go to the other side of the forest to interfere, and the lord will not know about it until I clean it up."

"Whether you survive or not depends on yourself."

There was silence, and a heavy breath surrounded the small tent... There was no rebuttal, and no one felt that this plan was unreasonable.

Because they are just pawns for the nobles. Even if they have the so-called right to move freely now, it is more just that the baron does not want to manage them.

After all, firearms and honor have already been gifted, and other things are not needed. This is why the adventurers have been raised for so long.

Chilling?But in Bretonnia, that's honor!

The hunters raised their guns, took their horses, and slowly stepped out of the camp. This is not their first expedition, but I hope it will not be the last...

(End of this chapter)