Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 108 Vanguard Battle

Since Sigmar opened up the empire, Gilles pacified the greenskins, and the great man established the kingdom, humans have left the wilderness.

Surround your own world with wood and rock, and draw a boundary between so-called civilization and barbarism and fear and grotesque.

Those who step out of the civilized circle afterward are either lunatics, heroes, or both.

Roel drew a demarcation line in the distance of the forest, and asked the peasants in the middle to set up camps first, so as to prevent the failure of the attack and turn into a long-term battle without a place to supply.

Then order ten or so adventurers to follow Sir Nok to behead him, at least that's what he said, but the map given to Nok only has the goblin fortress, and he probably won't be able to kill the command layer in his life.

At this moment, he took out the wine and spoke earnestly. "Sir, I don't like you very much, but this mission is really impossible without the hero of Quinaris."

Sir took a sip, his cheeks flushed. "Okay! Let's hack and kill those things."

Guilt... Roel has a lot of it, and Jazz will make the fight a lot safer, but...

The haze of the spy was like a lingering conspiracy, turmoil in his heart, he couldn't trust others, let alone partner.

If it wasn't for the baron having absolute power and responsibility, and having no motive to betray, otherwise he would even give up the action directly.

Out of nowhere, Roel suddenly said something. "Sir, do you know that there is a saying in Bordeaux called a swirl in a wine glass, which means a dispute caused by alcohol."

"But it's amazing that we didn't, and our relationship was even better because of the booze."

"But I said if, if one day, I lied to you because of an uncertain matter, what would you do?"

Sir finished the brandy and water in his glass and thought for a while. "Well, I'm a little unsure whether you're worried about that uncertain thing or about lying to me, or both."

"Let's put it this way, my father is not a traditional aristocrat. He is more like a businessman. He travels around for a living. He has been to many places and seen many contradictions."

"The answer he found in the end was, don't think too much about it."

"There is something. It's not that complicated. Instead, people complicate it."

"So, I don't blame you, and I don't worry about that uncertainty. Planning for a rainy day is not suitable for many things, even if it may be correct."

Roel is convinced, isn't it?
He was still worried about the price, but he handed his horn to the Jazz again and ordered. "It won't be needed for this operation, but it's still a good rescue signal, my friend."

Jazz played the horn of friendship that represented victory and survival. Many things were originally worthless, but experiences changed them, and so did people.

"You bastard..." He wanted to say something, but he didn't say it, he just smiled stupidly. "Fuck those greenskins to death."

Roel retorted. "Your tm taste is really strong!"

The two glanced at each other, smiled at each other, and Roel spit out another sentence. "Live."

After the chat, the two teams separated and sneaked into the forest. Roel, as the commander, was in the back row of the team, and Alimara was guarding beside him.

He looked at the map and made sure that the complicated and winding road in the forest was right.

Because there is a clear location mark, the goblin's fortress has been pointed out in advance. It is a pile of broken stones and dead leaves. As long as the rangers sneak into the side and squat down, they can easily eradicate it.

In the final analysis, this structure was designed to defend against the regular army of human troops passing through the path of the orcs, but not to defend against the sneaking of the enemy. The view inside the fortress was limited, and the messy goblin personal belongings were filled inside.

If there are knights on horseback passing by, their poisonous arrows can destroy the mounts and even kill the knights, which can effectively hinder the march. It can also be seen that the war boss here has a very deep understanding of the Bator people.

Along the way, there are many such strongholds, and it is not difficult to clean them up. Hunters and rangers only need to get close to them, sink into them, and cut open the goblin's throat with a sharp blade to occupy them silently.

With hoods, sharp blades, and longbows, Bretonnian hunters and rangers walked behind the goblins like ghosts. It is worth mentioning that the only person injured in this operation was because a goblin put dead branches and rotten leaves on the ground. Made a bed in the bunker.

As a result, there was no sunlight in that narrow space, and it was impossible to even see the outside. Because it was too dark, a hunter fell inside and his nose was bruised, and the goblin almost ran away.

When most of the forts on the site dissipated, the passing goblin patrols were also removed, and the group of damned greenskins were also killed by adventurers, about forty or fifty.

But the amount that sounds exaggerated may not be as many as the number of goblins killed by the boy for a greenskin tribe. After all, the consumption in the tribe is accumulating over time.

Moreover, these goblins are probably not considered soldiers, and the effect of this operation is only to kill a group of logistics that can be quickly replenished.

Roel listened to something, the sun was setting, and he knew exactly where he was.

It's the Squig's gasp. "Everyone, apply the prepared mud pills on your body!"

(End of this chapter)